A personal story of Salvation:
From Marx to Rand to Peterson I was born 54 years ago in a leftish family in Argentina where my parents had a huge and beautiful black and white portrait of the Che Guevara smoking a Cuban cigar hanging in their bedroom, which they had to bury in the backyard together with books and other “forbidden” stuff when the last and most sanguinary military dictatorship came into power thru a coup d'etat in the mid 70’s My aunt lived many years in Castro’s Cuba as an active militant in the Communist Party and all my brothers were and still are militants of socialists or populist parties in Argentina I was myself an activist of different Marxist oriented political and cultural movements until my 40’s when by blessing of the Providence I got in contact with a professor teaching some training course in communication at the company I was working for, who first introduced me to Ayn Rand and Objectivism (and I said blessing of the Providence as Ayn Rand is absolutely and completely unk...