Driving home from work the other day I passed a car pulled off to the side of the road. It was a large Lincoln with a flat tire. The driver, a man of advanced years and apparent wealth (he was in a very nice suit and tie), was standing by the car and watching as a young man in work clothes, who had pulled up behind him in a late model compact, was in the process of changing the tire for him. “Well,” I thought to myself as I drove by, “that was a nice thing for that guy to do.”
It wasn’t until I was almost past the Lincoln when I saw a bumper sticker on it: I AM JOHN GALT.