RON PAUL RALLY, SOUTH LAWN, US CAPITOL, WASHINGTON DC: APRIL 15, 2008 [*sigh*] So this is what it's come down to. Yeah, OK ... we're all listing a bit to port [or is it starboard]. It's been a long day. First ... this. [urf] Then work, then ... taxes. With a nice Cabernet in between. To deaden the pain. Sorta. I won't even mention traffic. I have to say ... this was one of the smallest, most jejune turnouts that wasn't an ANSWER protest I've ever seen. And that's saying a lot. It bore a pathetic and striking resemblance to church [*blurp*] barbecues I used to attend with my thank-gawd-ex-wife. Except fewer kids. ... or not. I'm guessing that "Hope for America" can somehow be fathomed as emanating from this and other like get-up. Perhaps we can all "be a part" of "it". Or not. For some impenetrable, abstruse reason "costuming" was prevalent at this event. I was, thankfully, no part of "it". It was a nice day, though. DC in the spring is just lovely. Then it's tax time. I hate taxes. Which is something I and the Paulans have in common. I think it has something to do with working around the Federal Government for years and years [and more years] on end. I can see, literally, where my tax dollars go ... a privilege denied those "beyond the beltway" ... and it ain't pretty. I can't help but think, come April 16, as I deal once again with another brickheaded apparatchik: "Ah, yes ... my tax dollars." I had a buddy once who said that I should be proud to pay so much in taxes ... it means I'm doing extremely well! I suppose I should assume the same attitude when people key my car or try to break into my home. Wow! I must be doing well! Thanks! He is an awfully clean looking bloke. What can one say. Then we have the seriously disturbed ... ... and the disturbingly serious. ... as we end on the inevitable coda of an inscrutably held and slightly dissonant chord. Be sure to check out other coverage of the rally at This Ain't Hell. Jonn and I met at the rally and had some laughs.