Who is John Galt?

You know who he is.

Been thinking about the Galt-ster lately. No, no, not from any aesthetic literary sense. I think we can all agree it's a rather cheesy novel, but that's beside the point. What Galt does, is very much the point.

Like a few of you, I have, since this past November, been mulling what to do, more in an idle, 'what if' sort of way- what if the country goes Fascist, what if they come for me, yadda yadda. Mental exercise, really, just something to pass the time at work. That is, until yesterday, and that stunningly Nazi vote for the special AIG tax. Swastikas over the Capitol ain't such a far fetched scenario anymore.

So, what, tar, pitchforks, torches, followed by running firefights in the street? Well, in the immortal words of Otter, "…that could take years, and cost millions of lives." No, we need to do something else, and not "a really futile and stupid gesture," either.

John Galt 'em.

I'm serious. Sell your house, pay off your debts, get a part time job and reduce your income to 24,000 a year or less. Drop out, go fishing, spend a lot of time in movie theaters.

Whaat? Give up the cars and the DVD player and little Johnny's Harvard education?

Precisely. Because, in this manner, we shall starve the beast.

You'll pay no more taxes. You won't be very productive, and you won't spend a lot of money. You'll get free health care at the local emergency room and you'll live in quiet, pretty places the Nazis don't even know exist. After three or four years, they'll be begging us to come back. And we will, on our terms.

Marvelous.