Just read first 100 pages. >everyone who agrees with my philosophy is attractive and smart (+blonde and blue eyed)

The protagonists (The fricking avatars of objectivism) are a bunch of Mary Sues and are for sure unrealistic and annoying, but the antagonists aren't stupid. She did her homework when understanding these people and it's easily my favorite part of the book.

ayn rand is right but doesn't understand why. if reincarnation is real then taxation is just stealing from your other incarnations, which only hurts yourself

No - not really. The Fountainhead is much better.
Rand's problem is that she is both a mediocre writer and a mediocre philosopher, but she WAS smart enough to preach an ideology that embodies "good news about your worst qualities." Maladjusted pseuds eat it up.

The first third where Dagney builds the rail line is the best part of the book. If you're never going to read Ayn Rand again skim Galt's speech before you DNF and you'll have a general idea of what she was about.

I do not understand the hatred for this book.

>Ayn Rand developed her philosophy specifically because she was so ugly that even in the shitstorm of the Russian Revolution neither her israelite daddy nor the inbred alcoholic Bolsheviks were interested in raping her. She coped by convincing herself that this is due to socialism repressing the healthy and natural instincts (to rape Ayn Rand) in men, and men should act as selfish as possible (i.e. finally rape her). In her books, tall selfish men with big arms are constantly raping her self-insert character. She completely misunderstood men, as it always happens with women.

>A real man is a living antithesis to Objectivism. As a human male, I cannot act in my own personal interests since I naturally have none, so instead I rape women out of selfless kindness, as all men do.

>If Ayn Rand ever met me, I would rape the Objectivism out of her to absolutely no benefit of my own (there can be no personal gain or profit from raping Ayn Rand tbh), and that would collapse her world-view on a metaphysical level. It would become indisputably self-evident to her that she kept writing books because despite all of her efforts she never got a good rape. She never got a good rape because the only men she interacted with were Objectivists who fell for her books - books written by a women dreaming of being raped, about a woman dreaming of being raped. The only men who can enjoy her books are women in male bodies, inherently incapable of raping her, and instead hoping that she would rape them, that she would incarnate as a the man she dreams of, the Messiah hiding under the skin of the Prophet. She would see why all of her relationships with men were such disasters, both of them eagerly waiting for the other to rape, waiting to no outcome. She would love me and my kind dick selflessly in return despite all her will, leaving her with absolutely nothing to ground her ideas anymore, finally feeling true freedom - freedom as an absence, as a flight with no land holding your feet, as hers would be dangling high above. The dreams of an Atlantean man of self-interests would evaporate from her head with the moisture of my cum drying in her scruffy hair. She would sing praises to Lenin whenever her mouth is not taken by selfless work on my wiener and balls.

>All would be better, and more free in the world.

It's very clearly more than just Rand's treatise on objectivism, as there is no other way to explain the romantic sub plots beyond her just venting horny femcel frustrations.
That being said, I enjoyed it up until the whole rich guy commando death squad bs at the end.