Cyd Malone provides a close look at a phenom:
I have never had much enthusiasm for following politics; I found that a blanket condemnation of the whole subspecies Officeseeker stood me in good stead and saved me time to focus on more useful things, such as Lindsey Lohan’s current status. I have never willingly given money to any politician, never pitched a chirpy phone call to a fellow citizen reminding them that today is election day, never joined any political party whatsoever, feeling that those who do missed the whole point of the Federalist Papers.
Admittedly, every four years I’d do my civic duty and throw my vote down the Libertarian Party’s maw. That’s as far as my active support for the libertarian crowd went until last Friday night, when I wrote a relatively large check in support of Ron Paul, allowing me entrée into a private reception held at a fabulously gorgeous penthouse in New York City.
I drank the red, surrounded by fifty or so other donors.
Naturally I had a nice time hanging with the Four Figure Donor Crowd, which like any such event gets you a handshake, a few words, and a picture with the candidate. Nice speech, nice time, nice man. Ron Paul holds the distinction of being, in my opinion, probably the only member of Congress our Founders would not find cause to shun.
His ideological outlook towards power is frozen in 1776, leading to a remarkable consistency in his actions and words despite a 30-year public life. My little brother Tommy â€” yet another 20-something newly minted fan â€” is reading Mr. Paul’s A Foreign Policy of Freedom. His admiring review: “He’s been giving the same speech since 1976.” FULL ARTICLE