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Skin cancer and Ayn Rand 

So another sunny day is sinking into the sea I sat in the sun 
for a while but it got too hot I do not understand people who 
sit for hours in the sun, hot and painful just to get a tan. 
I get a tan in the summer this by riding mine
bike around for an hour or so, only lately with advancing years 
I easily tires and having had skin cancer I’m careful.  
In January,I collapsed, ambulance sirens and so on; I was dying, 
too stupid to notice as death is banal. Elderliness is an affliction 
that is depressing, the loss of power, when steps
in the hall are obstacles, negotiations of the will, this sounded 
like Ayn Rand whose teaching is the antithesis of a just society, 
it worth noticing the rich think she is a goddess their inhumanity 
have a philosophical point. Ayn Rand died in a madhouse.  
I have no political ambitions, but I do believe in quality for all people, 
I regret to say it is only just for some people.

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