Ayn Ryan. Need I say more? Does the very name not conjure up images of sophomoric late-night fraternity gab sessions, with everyone who knows nothing repeating the ridiculous and irrational rantings of the randy woman who considered herself the ideal individualist but who was, in fact, a twisted sister in love with the sound of her own voice? Thousands of naive college students read, analyzed, and internalized her false teaching and, as they grew older and wiser, cast it aside along with their frat paddle and their Homecoming corsages. However, there are a few who never managed to surmount the silliness and are parroting her gratuitous garbage to this day. Paul (Ayn) Ryan is a prime example of those who spout her gobbledygook in absolute confidence that the world will eventually recognize the wisdom in her words and join him in his comical, but dangerous, crusade. One can only hope that he turns off those Rand tapes that were recorded in his brain during his adolescence and re-acquaints himself with the writings of the thousands of wise and wonderful philosophers, scholars, and sages who truly spoke with intelligence and profound perception, and whose words echo down the corridors of time, giving us the incentive to be better than we've been and wiser than we were.