Ron Paul: The Founding Father
Now it’s time to go backstage. Down the narrow space between the back wall and the high blue curtain, washed by the white noise of eleven thousand overcaffeinated believers waiting in a huge ballroom filled to standing room, plus two overflow ballrooms where the man’s message will be received on giant screens. Here’s the door to the small drab room where assorted politicians wait to audition to be the future of America. And here’s Ron Paul, smiling and holding out his hand. “Nice to see ya,” he says.
“You seem a little busy.”
“Yeah, we’re just about to get ready here.”
On the other side of the cinder-block wall and high blue curtain, voices cry out one and two and then a sudden chorus, Ron Paul, Ron Paul, End the Fed, Ron Paul! Ron Paul! End the Fed! RON PAUL! RON PAUL! In another twenty minutes, he’ll walk out into the wall of lights and the crowd at this Woodstock for conservatives will explode in cheers and applause and shouts of Ron Paul! and End the Fed!, another step in his amazing journey from eccentric regional oddball to the red-hot center of the American debate