This little book of 16,000 words or so was conceived in response to Nathaniel Branden's 1989 memoir Judgment Day: My Years With Ayn Rand. Branden's compelling blend of pomposity, indelicacy, and bitter swipes at former associates seemed ripe for parody. After I had gotten about halfway through my retelling of the memoir's epic events, I set the effort aside for a little while. Next thing I knew it was a quarter century later, 2014. Among other depressing features of the annum, the socialist Obamacare had arrived and the flying antigrav cars had not. One excuse for not finishing my...