I remember the day that I chose to support Ron Paul for President, that day was July 7, 2007. I was in Miami for the Young Republican convention at the Westin Hotel in Hollywood. The previous days of the convention there was this quirky young fellow with a mousy look to him that was every where I turned with his Ron Paul sign. That Saturday, we took a bus to a private party on South Beach. I remember going in but the club was simply too packed for my liking. So I stepped out to grab a bite to eat.
Since Fidel took over Cuba, the best place to get a good Cuban sandwich is in Miami and I looked around for a place to eat. There he was again, that quirky fellow with a mousy look sitting at a table by himself, a Ron Paul sign by his feet. I asked him if he minded that I sat down with him and ate my Cuban, to which he agreed.
The company was welcomed and I asked him why he liked Ron Paul so much. Question after question he answered, and the more I asked, the more he had the right answers. Ron Paul, it seemed, was my kind of less government, less taxes kind of guy. I have since acknowledged that I made a mistake.
For the remainder of the year, I was focused on Louisiana races. A lot of open seats that year and the GOP looked to make some gains. Despite the business of state campaigns, I would take Ron Paul stickers with me to GOP events and put them on the table. Soon November came and the elections were over. After taking some time off, it was now time to look at the Presidential elections. I looked up Ron Paul, found his meet-up group in Baton Rouge, and decided to join it.
I’m not going to mention any names here because 1. They are still private citizens engaging in politics, and 2. a lot of this is he said, she said. The meet-up was typical a round of introductions. When it came to my turn, I stated that even though I disagree with Dr. Paul on the war, I like the overall picture that I saw in him. There were a couple of people there that I did know, but for the most part, these were young people that were just getting involved in the process.
I told them that how to do the caucus, I gave them the best advice that I could. I talked to a blond headed fellow and explained to him that a Ron Paul ticket is not going to produce equal votes for everybody. It never does. People go in and though they intend to vote for a ticket, will often cast one of their votes against the ticket in favor of somebody else they know. Figuring that I probably could pull a few votes away from other tickets, a strong showing would get me into the convention as a delegate. I explained to the blond haired fellow that it’s better to get at least 1 than none, so make sure that I was on the ticket. He agreed.
The ballot of names was kept secret as group leaders claimed that there were “spies in the group from the other campaigns”. I quickly dismissed this as amateurish and chalked it up to inexperience. Certainly they weren’t talking about me, after all, why would I give them good advice if I was trying to work against them?
The day before the GOP Louisiana Caucus, Ron Paul came to town. He packed the house. I saw the blond headed fellow up front and I walked up to him and asked him, just to confirm that I was going to be on the ticket. It was at this time that he informed me that he didn’t, he never intended to, and that he had his people picked out way back then.
Now I admit, I was furious. I paid the LAGOP whatever it cost to be on the ballot with the understanding that I was going to be on the Ron Paul ticket, and here this blond head fellow is informing me with just over 24 hours left before the voting began that I’m out on my own. He didn’t want to put me on the ticket, fine, but don’t tell me at the last second and expect me to fend for myself. I could have got on somebody else’s ticket. No, thanks to this blond headed fellow, who I trusted to be honest and sincere turned out to lie, manipulate, and be what exactly is wrong with politics.
That night I went home, looked up the names of people I knew that were running as delegates. Names of people I recognized as being active in the Republican party. I put the names together, posted it on this website, then went to Kinkos. The ticket I put together was simple. It stated Louisiana Conservative supports the following people for delegate to the state convention. With my stack of papers in my hand, I went down to the caucus center in Baton Rouge, and began to hand out that paper to every single person that came through the door.
Person after person took my ticket and though a few shook it off, most looked at it. That night, I walked away with my handful of votes that people had given me even though I wasn’t on anybody’s ticket. Ron Paul’s closest person to winning a delegate had missed by less votes than I received on my own. I like to think that I stripped just enough votes away to prevent them from winning. Had they not lied to me and waited until the last minute to tell me otherwise, I probably would not have been pushing my own ticket. That’s not how it turned out, they lied to me. It, for lack of a better word, pissed me off, and I, well I settled the score. Unfortunately, RP’s army now turned against me.