Call me a Paranoid Libertarian Extremist – I’ve been called worse – but I’m afraid if the guy gets any more popular, he will be killed. Not like shot… like poisoned. Heart-attacked. (Yeah, more paranoid than you thought, right?) But, heck, it’s been known to happen. I think I’ll send him a tin-foil hat. Works for me!

If, ahem, you want to know more about Mr. Paul, enjoy his salient moments from the last debate. Just because I don’t live there anymore, doesn’t mean I don’t care about or, despite all previous experience, have hope for my country.

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