Good lord, Ayn Rand was a vicious old shrew that the world's much better off without. I've never read a single one of her doorstops mind you (much better as packing material, or insulating your walls), but for all the marginally-bright assholes that have used her cut-rate philosophy to justify their extraordinary sense of entitlement and to obscure their luck in the birth lottery, then she's suffered a mountainous cosmic debt.

(And to how said may confuse notions of meritocracy with themselves, that was a nice deconstruction on their own terms.)

I like to recommend Matt Ruff's Sewer, Gas, and Electric as a comic Rand-tidote. (It's been so long since I've read it--2004 must be a reprint--I should go back and see if it's as near amusing as I remember. He had the Empire State Building sustain a plane crash, if I recall, which can't go over so well these days.) Good stuff.