Ron Paul

Ron Paul is without doubt the most excellent of all members of Congress.  A medical doctor by trade, Libertarian by belief and vote, Republican by party affiliation, and a genuine wonderful American.  He has sort of announced for the Presidency in 2008, and I will support him with my writing, voting, and pocketbook.  Nothing finer could happen to America.

However, I am certain that if Ron Paul wins the Republican nomination, the left, Democrats, and liberal Republicans will pounce on him as they have never pounced on anyone since Barry Goldwater.  Goldwater was equally a fine, wonderful American, who, if he had won in 1964, would have changed America, and made it a grand nation.  Say what you will about the Mormons, but the entire Latter Day Saints religion endorsed Goldwater.  I have two hand signed personal letters from Barry, which I cherish.  I was in Philadelphia in 1964, and in the theatre business.  One of my houses was a 1927 movie palace with goldfish in the lobby pond, stars in the ceiling, dimmer board, fully flown stage and Kimball pipe organ.  What a blast!  I had all the Birch speakers speak in the Lansdowne.  Robert Welch put me to sleep talking about the illuminati, and during a speech by Tom Anderson, someone phoned in a bomb scare.  Governor Ross Barnett was a speaker once, and we had a great time with him.  Fine fellow.  During the LBJ-Goldwater contest, a Bircher friend of mine, Pete Wood and I, designed a bumper strip which we would paste over the “LBJ for the USA” signs, changing it to read “LBJ for Moral Decay,” thanks to the D.C.  YMCA Democrat homosexual scandal, involving one of LBJ’s prime movers.  We had a blast pasting bumper strips everywhere, and giving away hundreds of the little paperback, “A Texan Looks at Lyndon,” which exposed LBJ as being utterly corrupt, and a murderer.  We tried to rent a gas station to sell gas, and give a few cents a gallon to the Republican National Committee.  We were going to call the high test “Crackpot Supreme,” and the regular “Goldwater.”  Barry had copyrighted his name, so that fell through.  I guess we all knew he would lose, but we had a ball trying to get him elected, and I am sure we’d do the same thing all over again for Ron Paul.  I only wish Ron Paul could be the next President, but I am afraid it will never happen.  Too bad.  I can only imagine what the left would cook up to make him appear nuts, or a psychopath.  Anything to defeat him, and the media would gladly run their ads and participate in character assassination, just like they did to Barry.

Now comes the inane “State of the Union” speech on Tuesday.  Surely no one with a grain of sense would watch it, with the contrived applause lasting longer than the rehearsed babble itself, and loud huzzahs to the boob who calls himself the “Commander in Chief,” whose idiocy spread to enough of the Congress to allow him to proceed with one of the greatest national disasters since Biblical times.  America doesn’t seem to have God on its side as did the Israelites of old.  How many more thousands will have to die in the rubble of what used to be a beautiful city named Baghdad, before we bow out in utter shame? How many more dead American soldiers will have to be sacrificed at the alter of the Bush and McCain egos, before America rises up and says “ENOUGH?”  The dollar crumbles as China makes another announcement of its intent to vacate it further, thanks to the gigantic, dollar debasing waste called Iraq.