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.
Why do we stay in prison when there’s no lock holding us there?
Time with couple reminds me how much I miss good conversation
I lost my way that night — and it seems I never found my way back
We love great tales of salvation, but real change rarely happens
Buffet’s hypocrisy: His company owes IRS $1 billion in back taxes
Primitive instincts: Why do we ‘fall in love’ with politicians?
Love & Hope — Episode 14:
Would life be better without news? Maybe it’s all just distracting trivia