Holy shit, I amble on over for the a.m. first-cuppa-coffee fleed strafing, only to find out we're now hunting the Red Baron.
So, knowing nothing of Objectivism or Rand-As-Philosopher, I read The Fountainhead as a youth, when I thought I wanted to be an architect and there being a dearth of fictional architect heroes beyond Mr. Brady. I was confused as to why it was so ludicrous and sucky, being such a popular novel. Read Atlas Shrugged, thinking, here, at last, the author's magnum opus will shed some light, in its tale told full. Jesus Christ.
That semester, for a class that had nothing to do with either, I wrote a piece comparing Rand's The Virtue of Selfishness with Martin Buber's I and Thou that had a really difficult time keeping its straight face, usually failing. Prof thought it was almost publishable, if the smartassery was toned down. Still proud of that.
Rand was an idiot.
Wait, what? "Nazism was hugely successful"? Fokker in sights.