In the Black is Ayn Rand on drugs

John Galt

If you can remember anything about the Sixties, you weren’t really there.

Paul Kantner, Jefferson Airplane

If ever a period in American history deserved the Catch-22 treatment, it is the decade you either love to hate or hate to love:

Sex, Drugs, & Rock ‘n Roll A Man on the Moon A Summer of Love
The Smell of Napalm in the Morning The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test The FBI vs. The SDS Woodstock vs. Altamont Hippies vs. the Silent Majority Fathers vs. Sons

The workers you saw out on the factory floor make money for me…and these learned bastards in here spend it all, Y.T., Sr. would always say as he passed through the Engineering Department when hosting a plant tour for a representative of that hallowed stalwart of capitalism known as THE CUSTOMER. I am also of the firm conviction that there comes a time when all engineers should be shot in the head so that production can actually begin.

Y.T. Erp, Jr., on the other hand, can’t wait to leave for college at the University of California, Berkeley to escape not only the work, but especially all the phlegm-brained idiots at his father’s aerospace company.

Leaving behind a pregnant auburn-haired cheerleader, a sensuous red-headed siren plotting to usurp his familial ties, and his two best friends – one who ends up in Vietnam and the other in the Weather Underground – his trip on the wild side of the Generation Gap takes him from the psychedelic scene of Haight-Ashbury to the F.B.I.’s Ten Most Wanted list.

Meanwhile his father is consumed by the task of managing his unmanageable corporate team in the quest to help fulfill a President’s challenge to land a man on the moon.

With cameos by Bill Clinton, Neil Armstrong, J. Edgar Hoover and Charles Manson.

But it’s the truth even if it didn’t happen.

Ken Kesey