OBAMA’S STATISM is to turn AMERICA into DETROIT! AYN RANDS -ATLAS SHRUGGED-
-STARNESVILLE comes to LIFE in AMERICA in 2014-
Look at this description of Detroit
from today’s Observer:
from today’s Observer:
What isn’t dumped is stolen.
Factories and homes have largely been stripped of anything of value, so thieves
now target cars’ catalytic converters. Illiteracy runs at around 47%; half the
adults in some areas are unemployed. In many neighbourhoods, the only sign of
activity is a slow trudge to the liquor store.
Factories and homes have largely been stripped of anything of value, so thieves
now target cars’ catalytic converters. Illiteracy runs at around 47%; half the
adults in some areas are unemployed. In many neighbourhoods, the only sign of
activity is a slow trudge to the liquor store.
Now have a look at the uncannily
prophetic description of Starnesville, a Mid-Western town in Ayn Rand’s
dystopian novel, Atlas Shrugged. Starnesville had been home to the great
Twentieth Century Motor Company, but declined as a result of socialism:
prophetic description of Starnesville, a Mid-Western town in Ayn Rand’s
dystopian novel, Atlas Shrugged. Starnesville had been home to the great
Twentieth Century Motor Company, but declined as a result of socialism:
A few houses still stood within the
skeleton of what had once been an industrial town. Everything that could move,
had moved away; but some human beings had remained. The empty structures were
vertical rubble; they had been eaten, not by time, but by men: boards torn out
at random, missing patches of roofs, holes left in gutted cellars. It looked as
if blind hands had seized whatever fitted the need of the moment, with no
concept of remaining in existence the next morning. The inhabited houses were
scattered at random among the ruins; the smoke of their chimneys was the only
movement visible in town. A shell of concrete, which had been a schoolhouse,
stood on the outskirts; it looked like a skull, with the empty sockets of
glassless windows, with a few strands of hair still clinging to it, in the
shape of broken wires.
skeleton of what had once been an industrial town. Everything that could move,
had moved away; but some human beings had remained. The empty structures were
vertical rubble; they had been eaten, not by time, but by men: boards torn out
at random, missing patches of roofs, holes left in gutted cellars. It looked as
if blind hands had seized whatever fitted the need of the moment, with no
concept of remaining in existence the next morning. The inhabited houses were
scattered at random among the ruins; the smoke of their chimneys was the only
movement visible in town. A shell of concrete, which had been a schoolhouse,
stood on the outskirts; it looked like a skull, with the empty sockets of
glassless windows, with a few strands of hair still clinging to it, in the
shape of broken wires.
Beyond the town, on a distant hill,
stood the factory of the Twentieth Century Motor Company. Its walls, roof lines
and smokestacks looked trim, impregnable like a fortress. It would have seemed
intact but for a silver water tank: the water tank was tipped sidewise.
stood the factory of the Twentieth Century Motor Company. Its walls, roof lines
and smokestacks looked trim, impregnable like a fortress. It would have seemed
intact but for a silver water tank: the water tank was tipped sidewise.
They saw no trace of a road to the
factory in the tangled miles of trees and hillsides. They drove to the door of
the first house in sight that showed a feeble signal of rising smoke. The door
was open. An old woman came shuffling out at the sound of the motor. She was
bent and swollen, barefooted, dressed in a garment of flour sacking. She looked
at the car without astonishment, without curiosity; it was the blank stare of a
being who had lost the capacity to feel anything but exhaustion.
factory in the tangled miles of trees and hillsides. They drove to the door of
the first house in sight that showed a feeble signal of rising smoke. The door
was open. An old woman came shuffling out at the sound of the motor. She was
bent and swollen, barefooted, dressed in a garment of flour sacking. She looked
at the car without astonishment, without curiosity; it was the blank stare of a
being who had lost the capacity to feel anything but exhaustion.
“Can you tell me the way to the
factory?” asked Rearden.
factory?” asked Rearden.
The woman did not answer at once;
she looked as if she would be unable to speak English. “What factory?” she
asked.
she looked as if she would be unable to speak English. “What factory?” she
asked.
Rearden pointed. “That one.”
“It’s closed.”
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