He was reaching his term limit anyway. He had to act to get the money while he still had the authority to do what needed to be done to get the money. This is actually how term limits will save the man dangling from the cliff’s edge. Of course, by the time he got the money, he was no longer even in a position of power and authority. It would have been a gross conflict of interest otherwise.
I read Atlas Shrugged. Ignoring its politics, it had to be one of the worst written books.
Rand wasn’t even capable of making her characters 2 dimensional; she barely managed 1 dimension. Her prose was heavy handed and stiff. The fact that people like Paul Ryan and Rand Paul worship this woman is the best reason I know not to support them.
The conservative National Review had Whitaker Chambers — most famous for testifying against Alger Hiss — review the book. Here is the famous passage from that review:
From almost any page of Atlas Shrugged, a voice can be heard, from painful necessity, commanding: “To a gas chamber — go!”
I have never read Ayn Rand. From what I have heard of it, I don’t know why anybody has. Is it because leftist teachers assign it as their idea of what capitalism is about, to have a blue velvet background on which to display their shining gems of wisdom?
I find it interesting that you blame leftist teachers for the philosophy preached and followed by conservatives like Paul Ryan, Ron Paul, Rand Paul (yes, he was named after Ayn Rand), and Alan Greenspan.
No teacher assigned me to read the works of Ayn Rand. Most would not want to put their students through such torture. I saw a neighbor of mine reading and I became curious about it. After reading it, I felt it was my duty to advis others not to waste their time.
But here is a sample of both her writing and philosophy:
“As the tunnel came closer, they saw, at the edge of the sky far to the south, in a void of space and rock, a spot of living fire twisting in the wind. They did not know what it was and did not care to learn.
It is said that catastrophes are a matter of pure chance, and there were those who would have said that the passengers of the Comet were not guilty or responsible for the thing that happened to them.
The man in Bedroom A, Car No. 1, was a professor of sociology who taught that individual ability is of no consequence, that individual effort is futile, that an individual conscience is a useless luxury, that there is no individual mind or character or achievement, that everything is achieved collectively, and that it’s masses that count, not men.
The man in Roomette 7, Car No. 2, was a journalist who wrote that it is proper and moral to use compulsion ‘for a good cause’ who believed that he had the right to unleash physical force upon others – to wreck lives, throttle ambitions, strangle desires, violate convictions, to imprison, to despoil, to murder – for the sake of whatever he chose to consider as his own idea of ‘a good cause’,which did not even have to be an idea, since he had never defined what he regarded as the good, but had merely stated that he went by ‘a feeling’ -a feeling unrestrained by any knowledge,…
since he considered emotion superior to knowledge and relied soley on his own ‘good intentions’ and on the power of a gun.
The woman in Roomette 10, Car No.3, was an elderly schoolteacher who had spent her life turning class after class of helpless children into miserable cowards, by teaching them that the will of the majority is the only standard of good and evil, and that a majority may do anything it pleases, that they must not assert their own personalities, but must do as others were doing.
The man in Drawing Room B, Car No. 4, was a newspaper publisher who believed that mend are evil by nature and unfit for freedom, that their basic interests, if left unchecked, are to lie, to rob and murder one another – and, therefore, men must be ruled by means of lies, robbery and murder, which must be made the exclusive privilege of the rules, for the purpose of forcing men to work, teaching them to be moral and keeping them within the bounds of order and justice.
The man in Bedroom H, Car No. 5, was a businessman who had acquired his business, an ore mine, with the help of a government loan, under the Equalization of Opportunity Bill.
The man in Drawing Room A, Car No 6, was a financier who had made a fortune by buying ‘frozen’ railway bonds and getting his friends in Washington to ‘defreeze’ them.
The man in Seat 5, Car No.7, was a worker who believed that he had “a right” to a job, whether his employer wanted him or not.
The woman in Roomette 6, Car no. 8, was a lecturer who believed that, as a consumer, she had “a right” to transportation, whether the railroad people wished to provide it or not.
The man in Roomette 2, Car No. 9, was a professor of economics who advocated the abolition of private property, explaining that intelligence plays no part in industrial production, that man’s mind is conditioned by material tools,…
The man in Roomette 2, Car No. 9, was a professor of economics who advocated the abolition of private property, explaining that intelligence plays no part in industrial production, that man’s mind is conditioned by material tools, that anybody can run a factory or a railroad and it’s only a matter of seizing the machinery.
The woman in Bedroom D, Car No. 10, was a mother who had put her two children to sleep in the berth above her, carefully tucking them in, protecting them from drafts and jolts; a mother whose husband held a government job enforcing directives, which she defended by saying, ‘I don’t care, it’s only the rich that they hurt. After all, I must think of my children.’
The man in Roomette 3, Car No. 11, was a sniveling little neurotic who wrote cheap little plays into which, as a social message, he inserted cowardly little obscenities to the effect that all businessmen were scoundrels.
The woman in Roomette 9, Car No. 12, was a housewife who believed that she had the right to elect politicians, of whom she knew nothing, to control giant industries, of which she had no knowledge.
The man in Bedroom F, Car No.13, was a lawyer who had said, ‘Me? I’ll find a way to get along under any political system.’
The man in Bedroom A, Car No.14, was a professor of philosophy who taught that there is no mind – how do you know that the tunnel is dangerous? – no reality – how can you prove that the tunnel exists? – no logic – why do you claim that trains cannot move without motive power? – no principles – why should you be bound by the laws of cause and effect? – no rights – why shouldn’t you attach men to their jobs by force? – no morality – what’s moral about running a railroad?- no absolutes – what difference does it make to you whether you live or die anyway?. He taught that we know nothing – why oppose the orders of your superiors? – that we can never be certain of anything – how do you know you’re right? – that we must act on the expediency of the moment – you don’t want to risk your job do you?
The man in Drawing Room B, Car No.15, was an heir who had inherited his fortune, and who had kept repeating, ‘Why should Rearden be the only one permitted to manufacture Rearden Metal?’
The man in Bedroom A, Car no. 16, was a humanitarian who had said, ‘The men of ability? I do not care what or if they are made to suffer. They must be penalized in order to support the incompetent. Frankly, I do not care whether this is just or not. I take pride in not caring to grant any justice to the able, where mercy to the needy is concerned.’
These passengers were awake; there was not a man aboard the train who did not share one or more of their ideas. As the train went into the tunnel, the flame of Wyatt’s Torch was the last thing they saw on earth."
I find it interesting how many of the people who deserved to die according to Ayn Rand were college professors. The mere fact that they had reached a certain level of education made them unworthy to live.
Like you, she blamed “the leftist” teachers for the ills of the world.
FIBBERMCGEE GC “In fact, Social Security is not insurance. It merely seizes income from working Americans and dispenses it to retirees, with a vague (but legally unenforceable) assurance that younger Americans will someday get to reach into the pockets of their kids and grand kids. We shouldn’t hide that fact with euphemisms. “Contributions” should be called “taxes.” “Benefits” should be called “handouts.” Social Security shouldn’t be described as “social insurance” but as welfare.”And in the end she signed up for social security.
Congressman is a superhero for the Political Class. For the rest of us, he’s a transparent parody of the High and Mighty self-made New Aristocracy. That’s why (in shortened form) I’d favor term limits….
It’s not as if the suitcase guy gave him a time limit! Actually, I’m more surprised that Congessman even bothered. And that he didn’t ask, “Democrat or Republican?”.
BE THIS GUY over 6 years ago
A comic book about Lisa Murkowski or Susan Collins would have real heroes.
cdgar over 6 years ago
Win some, lose some.
Templo S.U.D. over 6 years ago
Been nice knowing you, man who was hanging onto cliff.
Sherlock Watson over 6 years ago
Is his secret identity John Galt?
(And will anyone get that?)
Bilan over 6 years ago
Not very realistic. He didn’t even ask the redshirt if he’s a member of his own party or the other, evil party.
Liverlips McCracken Premium Member over 6 years ago
“poor money” – Now there’s a concept.
blunebottle over 6 years ago
So, yesterday, someone kept complaining that people kept making political comments? Pastis is great for starting something.
(I had a great laugh over yesterday’s banter!)
sirlaughsalot23 over 6 years ago
Sounds about right.
Axeɫ handeɫ over 6 years ago
It’s shame.
Brass Orchid Premium Member over 6 years ago
He was reaching his term limit anyway. He had to act to get the money while he still had the authority to do what needed to be done to get the money. This is actually how term limits will save the man dangling from the cliff’s edge. Of course, by the time he got the money, he was no longer even in a position of power and authority. It would have been a gross conflict of interest otherwise.
tom.amitai over 6 years ago
Term limits will make every congress member into rookies and increase the power of career bureaucrats and lobbyists.
hariseldon59 over 6 years ago
I have to wonder how this poor guy happened to be hanging from a cliff.
Ermine Notyours over 6 years ago
The combover on the guy with the briefcase looks familiar.
A_NY_Outlaw over 6 years ago
hmmmm. Pelosi and Waters, is that you?
BE THIS GUY over 6 years ago
@SHERLOCK WATSON
I read Atlas Shrugged. Ignoring its politics, it had to be one of the worst written books.
Rand wasn’t even capable of making her characters 2 dimensional; she barely managed 1 dimension. Her prose was heavy handed and stiff. The fact that people like Paul Ryan and Rand Paul worship this woman is the best reason I know not to support them.
The conservative National Review had Whitaker Chambers — most famous for testifying against Alger Hiss — review the book. Here is the famous passage from that review:
From almost any page of Atlas Shrugged, a voice can be heard, from painful necessity, commanding: “To a gas chamber — go!”
Here is the entire review:
.
https://www.google.com/amp/amp.nationalreview.com/article/213298/big-sister-watching-you-whittaker-chambers
.
Brass Orchid Premium Member over 6 years ago
I have never read Ayn Rand. From what I have heard of it, I don’t know why anybody has. Is it because leftist teachers assign it as their idea of what capitalism is about, to have a blue velvet background on which to display their shining gems of wisdom?
Packratjohn Premium Member over 6 years ago
I noticed that the congressman did not ask for the poor fellow’s party affiliation, of if he voted for him…. what a true humanitarian!
BE THIS GUY over 6 years ago
@BRASS ORCHID
I find it interesting that you blame leftist teachers for the philosophy preached and followed by conservatives like Paul Ryan, Ron Paul, Rand Paul (yes, he was named after Ayn Rand), and Alan Greenspan.
No teacher assigned me to read the works of Ayn Rand. Most would not want to put their students through such torture. I saw a neighbor of mine reading and I became curious about it. After reading it, I felt it was my duty to advis others not to waste their time.
But here is a sample of both her writing and philosophy:
“As the tunnel came closer, they saw, at the edge of the sky far to the south, in a void of space and rock, a spot of living fire twisting in the wind. They did not know what it was and did not care to learn.
It is said that catastrophes are a matter of pure chance, and there were those who would have said that the passengers of the Comet were not guilty or responsible for the thing that happened to them.
The man in Bedroom A, Car No. 1, was a professor of sociology who taught that individual ability is of no consequence, that individual effort is futile, that an individual conscience is a useless luxury, that there is no individual mind or character or achievement, that everything is achieved collectively, and that it’s masses that count, not men.
The man in Roomette 7, Car No. 2, was a journalist who wrote that it is proper and moral to use compulsion ‘for a good cause’ who believed that he had the right to unleash physical force upon others – to wreck lives, throttle ambitions, strangle desires, violate convictions, to imprison, to despoil, to murder – for the sake of whatever he chose to consider as his own idea of ‘a good cause’,which did not even have to be an idea, since he had never defined what he regarded as the good, but had merely stated that he went by ‘a feeling’ -a feeling unrestrained by any knowledge,…
(continued)
BE THIS GUY over 6 years ago
(Continued from above)
since he considered emotion superior to knowledge and relied soley on his own ‘good intentions’ and on the power of a gun.
The woman in Roomette 10, Car No.3, was an elderly schoolteacher who had spent her life turning class after class of helpless children into miserable cowards, by teaching them that the will of the majority is the only standard of good and evil, and that a majority may do anything it pleases, that they must not assert their own personalities, but must do as others were doing.
The man in Drawing Room B, Car No. 4, was a newspaper publisher who believed that mend are evil by nature and unfit for freedom, that their basic interests, if left unchecked, are to lie, to rob and murder one another – and, therefore, men must be ruled by means of lies, robbery and murder, which must be made the exclusive privilege of the rules, for the purpose of forcing men to work, teaching them to be moral and keeping them within the bounds of order and justice.
The man in Bedroom H, Car No. 5, was a businessman who had acquired his business, an ore mine, with the help of a government loan, under the Equalization of Opportunity Bill.
The man in Drawing Room A, Car No 6, was a financier who had made a fortune by buying ‘frozen’ railway bonds and getting his friends in Washington to ‘defreeze’ them.
The man in Seat 5, Car No.7, was a worker who believed that he had “a right” to a job, whether his employer wanted him or not.
The woman in Roomette 6, Car no. 8, was a lecturer who believed that, as a consumer, she had “a right” to transportation, whether the railroad people wished to provide it or not.
The man in Roomette 2, Car No. 9, was a professor of economics who advocated the abolition of private property, explaining that intelligence plays no part in industrial production, that man’s mind is conditioned by material tools,…
(Continued below)
BE THIS GUY over 6 years ago
(Continued from above)
The man in Roomette 2, Car No. 9, was a professor of economics who advocated the abolition of private property, explaining that intelligence plays no part in industrial production, that man’s mind is conditioned by material tools, that anybody can run a factory or a railroad and it’s only a matter of seizing the machinery.
The woman in Bedroom D, Car No. 10, was a mother who had put her two children to sleep in the berth above her, carefully tucking them in, protecting them from drafts and jolts; a mother whose husband held a government job enforcing directives, which she defended by saying, ‘I don’t care, it’s only the rich that they hurt. After all, I must think of my children.’
The man in Roomette 3, Car No. 11, was a sniveling little neurotic who wrote cheap little plays into which, as a social message, he inserted cowardly little obscenities to the effect that all businessmen were scoundrels.
The woman in Roomette 9, Car No. 12, was a housewife who believed that she had the right to elect politicians, of whom she knew nothing, to control giant industries, of which she had no knowledge.
The man in Bedroom F, Car No.13, was a lawyer who had said, ‘Me? I’ll find a way to get along under any political system.’
(Continued below)
BE THIS GUY over 6 years ago
(Continued from above)
The man in Bedroom A, Car No.14, was a professor of philosophy who taught that there is no mind – how do you know that the tunnel is dangerous? – no reality – how can you prove that the tunnel exists? – no logic – why do you claim that trains cannot move without motive power? – no principles – why should you be bound by the laws of cause and effect? – no rights – why shouldn’t you attach men to their jobs by force? – no morality – what’s moral about running a railroad?- no absolutes – what difference does it make to you whether you live or die anyway?. He taught that we know nothing – why oppose the orders of your superiors? – that we can never be certain of anything – how do you know you’re right? – that we must act on the expediency of the moment – you don’t want to risk your job do you?
The man in Drawing Room B, Car No.15, was an heir who had inherited his fortune, and who had kept repeating, ‘Why should Rearden be the only one permitted to manufacture Rearden Metal?’
The man in Bedroom A, Car no. 16, was a humanitarian who had said, ‘The men of ability? I do not care what or if they are made to suffer. They must be penalized in order to support the incompetent. Frankly, I do not care whether this is just or not. I take pride in not caring to grant any justice to the able, where mercy to the needy is concerned.’
These passengers were awake; there was not a man aboard the train who did not share one or more of their ideas. As the train went into the tunnel, the flame of Wyatt’s Torch was the last thing they saw on earth."
- Ayn Rand, “Atlas Shrugged”, p566-568
BE THIS GUY over 6 years ago
@BRASS ORCHID
I find it interesting how many of the people who deserved to die according to Ayn Rand were college professors. The mere fact that they had reached a certain level of education made them unworthy to live.
Like you, she blamed “the leftist” teachers for the ills of the world.
Fibbermcgee Premium Member over 6 years ago
FIBBERMCGEE GC “In fact, Social Security is not insurance. It merely seizes income from working Americans and dispenses it to retirees, with a vague (but legally unenforceable) assurance that younger Americans will someday get to reach into the pockets of their kids and grand kids. We shouldn’t hide that fact with euphemisms. “Contributions” should be called “taxes.” “Benefits” should be called “handouts.” Social Security shouldn’t be described as “social insurance” but as welfare.”And in the end she signed up for social security.
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Number Three over 6 years ago
What a jerk.
xxx
Masterskrain Premium Member over 6 years ago
Sorry, Paris, but “Most ACCURATE Comic Book Ever!”
Charlie Tuba over 6 years ago
A politician’s promise is as strong as a facial tissue (AKA Kleenex®).
Sisyphos over 6 years ago
Congressman is a superhero for the Political Class. For the rest of us, he’s a transparent parody of the High and Mighty self-made New Aristocracy. That’s why (in shortened form) I’d favor term limits….
ND Cool Z over 5 years ago
REALLY, CONGRESSMAN?!? Couldn’t you rescue that guy first before rescuing the money?
Darth Revan II over 3 years ago
This comic has perfectly summarized the nature of humanity.
wowhitener about 3 years ago
If it SUITS his interest
alantain 6 months ago
It’s not as if the suitcase guy gave him a time limit! Actually, I’m more surprised that Congessman even bothered. And that he didn’t ask, “Democrat or Republican?”.