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.