P.J. O'Rourke on Atlas Shrugged.

I had begun to consider ol' P.J. a bit of a relic, semi-retired like Lord Kitchner before WWI. But of late he's been doing yeoman's service, first deftly cutting Amy Chua off at the knees:

You might think that Amy Chua is a fascist pig. She wrote a previous book, World on Fire: How Exporting Free Market Democracy Breeds Ethnic Hatred and Global Instability, so she is.

And now, he updates Ayn Rand more successfully in a few sentences than, one suspects, the filmmakers will two movies:

An update is needed, and not just because train buffs, New Deal economics and the miracle of the Bessemer converter are inexplicable to people under 50, not to mention boring. The anti-individualist enemies that Ayn Rand battled are still the enemy, but they’ve shifted their line of attack. Political collectivists are no longer much interested in taking things away from the wealthy and creative. Even the most left-wing politicians worship wealth creation—as the political-action-committee collection plate is passed. Partners at Goldman Sachs go forth with their billions. Steve Jobs walks on water. Jay-Z and Beyoncé are rich enough to buy God. Progressive Robin Hoods have turned their attention to robbing ordinary individuals. It’s the plain folks, not a Taggart/Rearden elite, whose prospects and opportunities are stolen by corrupt school systems, health-care rationing, public employee union extortions, carbon-emissions payola and deficit-debt burden graft. Today’s collectivists are going after malefactors of moderate means.

The Inner Party always has privileges. This is a point that we wingnuts need to make louder over the coming year: that progressivism primarily benefits those who can afford to pay for it.

There's life in the old boy yet.