From Newsweak.com -

“The handsome Mr. Anseed once again impregnates the sterile world of part-time blogging with his hilarious, genius, sexy, and holy-fuck-i-just-had-the-best-orgasm-of-my-life point and type feature.  If Anseed’s blog were a monster it would be a sexy vampire on “True Blood”… it’s that hot!”  — Bans Hultema, Newsweak Culture Critic

People of ze world, prepare to have your minds blown.  I just walked over to my bookshelf, closed my eyes, and picked a book.  I then opened it and pointed at a passage.  What follows is that exact passage -

From Atlas Shrugged pg. 172

by Ayn Rand

She watched his car vanish down the winding road.  She drove to the airport and hour later.  The place was a small field at the bottom of a break in the desolate chain of mountains.  There were patches of snow on the hard, pitted earth.  The pole of a beacon stood at one side, trailing wires to the ground; the other poles had been knocked down by a storm.

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