Now I received this message on Tumblr and it inspired a blog post and recording, after this it goes on Tumblr.
He/she said to me, "yes Mistress I need to be whored out for real and suck cock and WORSE. Thank you!
Now what could possibly be worse than the Tall Red Boots. Give a listen!

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Enjoy!

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It's always nice to see when a new Ayn Randian capitalist slut is born!

The collectivists make pretense that women feature prominently within their movements, when actually the women therein are nothing but mere tokens. Whereas the libertarians actually have a great deal of credit to owe to the Isabel Patersons, the Rose Wilder Lanes, the Ayn Rands, the Wendy McElroys.

These are not sideline people within our movement. These are the people who formed and developed our movement in truly fundamental ways.

Indeed, Rand is often credited as being *the* leading popularizer of libertarianism.

Think about that: that this woman, Rand, did more to make the ideas of libertariansm know to people than anyone.

Far from being sideline tokens, women have actually played leading roles in shaping and determining the libertarian movement.

I say: yay!

Capitalism for the big existential win! Yippee!

Technology now and forever!

Let capitalism consume our very bodies, and make them immortal with its advanced capital-heavy production!

Yeehaw!

You got that "Yeehaw!" from a genuine Texan. So go tell all your friends about that.

Go tell all your friends that a genuine Texan likes capitalism because a genuine Texan likes technological immortality, and so a genuine Texan uses capitalism as her tool to construct her own immortality.

Go tell 'em right now.

Yeehaw! The Lone Deranger rides again!

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So Jamie Michelle what does that have to do with tall red boots

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Well, I'll make a guess: like an exposed dog-dick.

That's the closest I can come to. I'm actually trying to think about what it could be.

But I don't know. Whatever the "tall red boots" are, I suppose that you know.

The reason I even go in that direction of thinking of dog sexuality is that many people have noted that some dogs are gay, and so use their dog-gayness to point out that it's not so strange that a human should be gay, either.

Or maybe what the "tall red boots" are is a presagement of our own technological superheroine status.

For surely, we will all have tall red boots as we fight crime.

Ha!

I don't know. You tell me what they mean.

I find it disturbing that you say that to me, as I can recall nothing about what you speak.

It terrorizes my own heart and soul, because I wonder if there were a moment when I knew what you were talking about.

I have had evidence that I did grand projects, but that I had to forget them.

You see, the only way I could get through life is by forgiving and forgetting. I could never lay my head down in anger. I had to forgive. And I had to forget.

It might sound like I'm a mentally-retarded person when I say this, but I didn't know what high school I went to when I got out of it. I didn't even know the name of it when I got out of it, when people asked me.

Um, what was the name of it? Where did I go?

Because I forgot. Because I had to forgive.

In order to preserve my soul. From hatred. From spite. So that I could live. So that I could be me. What I was always meant to be: loving, adoring, fluffy, and free.

Remembering would have killed me. It would have put me six feet under. So better to forgive, and forget.

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Author (under a nom de plume) of "Jesus Is an Anarchist", Dec. 4, 2011, http://ssrn.com/abstract=1337761

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