Allow me to share a little story (which I just made up):
Once upon a time, there was a laaaaarge group of Objectivists who where tired of having to give all of their hard earned money to a government system. So they decided to cordon off a patch of land all to themselves, and become Producers, living off the land and enjoying life. For a while, things went well. Everyone made a little of everything, since the idea of trading failed after people were unable to give up their hard earned food. People had kids, and the small village lived on. Then, one season, a swine virus ran rampant through the town. Since each villager could only spare the effort for one or two hogs (remember, they had to provide everything for themselves) and the hogs were their only good source of protien, all of the farmers except those who had a few extra pork barrels got protien defiency and died.
The few remaining farmers decided to build a new type of system. In this system, each farmer would farm a certian crop, and then trade it with each other farmer. The Objectivists justified the trading with the argument that “I’m getting something in return each time I give something away. That’s fair!” And it started out that way. However, eventually, Joel, the salt farmer, who was as crafty as he was wicked, got an idea. Joel decided to stop trading his salt for anything but hard labor and 90% of the food grown by the other farmers. Since the salt was the only real source of sodium for the farmers, they had no choice to comply. And so Joel and his descendants got fat off the labors of everyone else, providing little in return.
This structure was in place for many generations. Then one day, one of the great-great-great grandchildren of the original pork barrel-stocking farmers got an idea. Tris–for Tristan was his name–decided to gather up all of the thin, overworked Objectevists and use their sheer numbers to overwhelm Roel, the great great great grandchild of Joel and take over his salt marshes. A long battle was waged. Many died. But eventually the group was victorious. And as the Objectevists lauded their own awesomness for the victory, Tris pointed out a flaw in the plan.
“What’s to keep any one of us from doing the same thing again? It’s in our best self interest–Roel was producing, and he certainly enjoyed life the most out of any one of us.” The Objectevists mulled over the point for a while. Then Luke, a short, thin (thinner than most–remember, they had just overthrown Roel and were still recovering) boy who nevertheless proved his tenacity many times, came up with an idea. They would create a group of people who were special Producers. Their product was order. Sure, they would farm some, but their main goal was to keep any one Objectevist from taking power from the rest. Objections were raised–the most common being, “If they don’t farm as hard as the rest of us, then why should they get our trade?”. Slowly, Brian, one who proved his intellect by already understanding Luke’s plan, explained in plain terms that, if we gave a portion of our food to people who made little, they would give us an environment free from chaos and despair.
The Objectivists went back to their lives, guarded by the cadre whom they had elected–Tris, Luke, Brian, along with two other quickwitted leaders (although they were more hesitant about leading), Magellan and Carol. As more problems, such as disease and a lack of defense against invadors popped up, the cadre realized that producing peace and order was more demanding than any farm. So they abandoned their near fallow farms in order to better serve the rest of the Objectivists.
Then one day, a problem came up which was completly foreign to the great great great grandchildren of the people and its cadre. An earthquake had hit the Shaynas’ farm, and little Tayna Shayna was growing up with no farm and no land around her to build a new one (the little group of people had grown, and only so many farms fit on one acre). There was land far away, but Tayna knew that the meager food she had would not last the journey, no matter how hard she bartered. For the first, time a young (14ish) girl was at a disadvantage solely because of who her parents were. A large debate erupted in the town–for Tanya was very visible, limping through the streets with her dirty rucksack slung over her shoulder. Most of the Objectivists wanted nothing to do with it. If she wants to live, she has to produce, said the townsfolk. But one very persuasive man named Queed made a novel argument. If we gave Tayna enough food to survive her trek, said Queed, she would survive to produce food to trade and pay back her debt to the society. If we didn’t, she would die, meaning more years that distant farm stayed fallow. Though the (verbal) battles raged, the current cadre was persuaded by Queed, and decided to exchange the food for the promise of future production.
Tayna managed to escape the circumstances of her childhood, and the cadre took on a new mission. Their mission was to keep everyone at their highest levels of production, whether that meant giving food to jumpstart the invention of a new plow, defending against pillagers using an army fed off the people’s food stock, giving food to those whose parents were lazy and unable to produce much, or keeping evil townspeople from demanding exorbiant prices of tomatoes for one lamb.
And the happy village of Objectivists lived happily ever after. The End.