Brizoni, we hardly knew ye.
He used to look like Leonardo DiCaprio. Now he looks like hell. He had oceans of talent, a great sense of humor, and we jousted for years. Now he’s decided to be a retro grunge rocker. Welcome to the 1990s, boring one. When did tomorrow become impossible? When it conflicted with Rand’s nonsense, or when life got more real than a man alone could survive?
Still a place for you here. Always. All you have to do is write. All writers are screwed up. Pick a post and do it. Everyone will applaud.
Any word from him?
Don’t think you need to worry about that. The heroic stance of Randians faced with disagreement is to run away — maybe to a hole in the wall in Colorado where they wait for civilization to collapse while they admire themselves in the mirror, eating cheetos.