Why I am an Objectivist
I am a human being who values her life on this earth above all other things. The right and good is that which contributes to my life and the wrong and evil is that which destroys it. Every action I take must pass through the gates of identification before being pursued as a value which I understand will contribute to my life. Happiness is my ultimate goal. I understand the importance of identifying, applying, pursuing, and achieving those values which will contribute to my life, not just in the immediate sense (which every child understands), but in the long-term sense (which develops with experience). This is not to say that I’m really good at always identifying, pursuing, and achieving those values, or that I remain consistent in my applications of them; merely that I had already understood that this selfishness was the key to my happiness when I was relatively young. The importance of the fact that I understood I was responsible for my own happiness can not be overemphasized here. W...
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I seem to remember the redheaded character, so I must have seen the movie at least once.
But I certainly do not recall the song nor that Fred Astaire and Mickey Rooney where the primary voices for 'Santa Claus Is Comin' to Town'.
Wow! Thanks for the smile.
Do you recommend the movie as a whole?
I also remember thinking that the young red-headed school teacher, Jessica, who becomes Mrs. Kris Kringle, was the paragon of stop-action beauty (human beauty, that is - otherwise Clarice from Rudolph the Rednose Reindeer would win).
And while I'm expounding on the virtues of old Rankin/Bass gems, The Little Drummer Boy is the one that still haunts me. They took that off the air a long time ago, but not before it damaged my psyche! Man, it's scary - bad men kill his parents and paint a smile on his face and force him to play the drums! His pet gets killed and is reanimated because he plays the drums for baby Jesus. Crikey!
But enough about that. Glad you enjoyed the video.
Everybody now, "Put one foot in front of the other. . ."
(I sense a chorus song in the making.)