In this essay, The Barefoot Bum eviscerates Libertarianism. He notes that "There's nothing wrong with individual liberty and property rights:"
Both are valuable tools for managing a productive economy which provides happiness and material benefits for everyone, not just the ruthless few. But they are human constructs; they were not written by God Himself into the fabric of the universe.
Libertarianism is nothing more than the infantile, puerile whining of children who demand to keep the toys the other children shared with them.
His bile rises when he observes that:
Libertarians refuse to be obligated to protect my rights, but demand that I protect their property. Fuck you. Defend your own damn property against robbery and theft. If those ten guys over there can overpower you and take your stuff, what business of it is mine? You should have hired more bodyguards. (And if your bodyguards realize they can take your stuff, too bad for you.)
Calling them Libertards may be a bit much, but he does have a point.
It is precisely that privileging of property over people that is the essence of my disagreement with doctrinaire Libertarianism. In the idealized Randian world, nothing would remain to curb crony capitalism or rein in the rampant rapaciousness of plutocracy; there would be no counterbalancing concern for the commons, the general welfare, or the interests of anyone except lobbyists and campaign donors.
To quote from Hobbes, life in such a world would truly be (for most of us) "solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short."