Let me start with a bit of background. Leading up to Minnesota’s Tuesday night caucus, my grandfather and I talked a lot of politics, as we usually do. I would frequently steer the conversation to Ron Paul. We talked about Dr. Paul’s distaste for the Federal Reserve, unmitigated support for individual liberty, and strict adherence to the Constitution. Fortunately, my grandfather can use e-mail – at least enough to watch the YouTube videos and read the articles I would send to him. He became an ardent supporter of Ron Paul.
Now, my grandfather is nobody’s fool. A product of the Great Depression and born in 1926, he, his two brothers, and his parents lived in a 16’ x 24’ shack. They had no running water and no electricity; the bathroom was an out-house (which is less than comfortable on those cold winter nights in Minnesota). His family survived the Great Depression by growing food on an adjacent 1-acre plot of land, along with the family’s chickens and eggs. As a child he walked the railroad tracks to find coal that had dropped from a passing steam train. In the winter, his family would burn the scavenged coal for heat.
Having lived through tough times provides a perspective that I think most Americans frankly lack. And, possibly more than anyone in his precinct, he knows the circumstances our country is facing.
So, back to Tuesday night’s caucus, my grandfather hobbled to his local precinct location, now barely able to walk. After the caucus got under way, a couple middle-aged folks got up to speak about their love for Rick Santorum. After three back-to-back Santorum speeches, no one seemed to speak up for Dr. Paul. So, he concluded the duty was his.
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