He'll take you a-ny-where you wanna go.
He's your Libertarian vehicle baby.
And by now I'm sure you know
That he loves ya
Got to have you child,
By Great Galt and Taggart you know he looooooooves you.
There is a large and loosely-affiliated tribe of people for whom it is not enough -- not nearly enough -- to take arms (figuratively) against a Sea of all the perennial troubles of democratic governance (malfeasance, abuse of power, wrongheadedness, incompetence, criminality, nepotism, etc.) and by opposing, end them -- or at least momentarily abate some of them (as if, for the average citizen, that weren't work enough to take up nine lifetimes' worth of available attention and energy.)
For them, the world makes only makes sense as a Philip Dick novel
in which everything the government does at virtually every level is suffused with monstrous intentions and dark designs. For them, the world is The Matrix: a massive scam built on top of a web of far-reaching and apparently infinite number of conspiracies in which everyone who is not 100% on their side is either a co-conspirator or a somnolent dupe.
Of course, when the mundane realities of the business of government -- even government during a crisis -- falls short of proving their specific brand of vast and terrible plots, they have to back-fill or pave over all bits that don't fit -- all the chuckholes and logic-chasms and tire-shredding facts -- with, well, bullshit.
As with all fools, they sleep smug in the knowledge that everyone else is the fool.
And as has been true for all of human history, there will never be a shortage of con men who are more than happy to flatter them, court them and take them anywhere they want to go:
So, do you still Stand With Rand?