I don’t watch presidential candidate “debates” anymore, and last night was no exception. You can usually predict the winner by figuring out which candidate has the lowest IQ and is willing to pander the most. That’s a good fit for the average voter. I don’t have a strong enough stomach to watch that.
I have a lot of friends, though, who are getting excited about Ron Paul‘s chances of winning the Republican nomination. His fundraising is kicking into high gear and his message is starting to catch on with younger people. The momentum is building for a grassroots campaign. Oh, wait. That was 2008, wasn’t it?
I’m having deja vu as I observe my excited libertarian (and some conservative) friends throw their efforts into a new Ron Paul campaign, because it really does feel a lot like 2008. I’m hearing the same things from his supporters. I’m hearing the same vague sense of irrational optimism. I’m having trouble figuring out why such bright people — many of whom I love and respect — are being sucked into a campaign that has no chance of winning. I frequently tell people that it would be easier for me to get my dog, Lucy, elected president than Paul — partly because Lucy never ran for president on a party platform that supported illegal drugs. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Town’s new fine for public profanity points to problem of ‘public’ spaces
Some rewards are great enough to ignore risks and take big chances
Tribal hatreds around me mean detour on road to personal peace
If you have a good enough reason, you’ll leave your addiction behind
I don’t know how to be popular, and that hurts in a social world
My ego threatens to take over when I whisper, ‘I deserve better’
Can you spot the change in this video? Most can’t — and most don’t notice the world changing, either
As world descends into madness, back away and guard your heart