I threw a few increasingly-worthless Federal Reserve notes into the Ron Paul money bomb, but was never really on-board with him. I'm pretty sure that what ails America is not curable through the hopelessly-corrupt electoral "process." I'm fairly sure that what ails America is not curable at all, other than in the sense in which it could be said that the patient's death is what finally "cured" his disease. Still, I was happy to send in my hundred bucks for, basically, entertainment value; it was the same sort of money that some people, whose tastes run that way, might spend on lottery tickets.
Still, it occurs to me after completing my usual online circuit of reading and shaking my head at train wrecks that I still have to like Ron Paul. I figure, when you attract hatred from venues as apparently diverse as this one and this one, you're doing something right.
This underlines, I think, the meaninglessness of the whole left-right paradigm which serves so many of us as an easy substitute for a coherent political philosophy. No doubt, these two sets of Paul-haters would be horrified at the thought of having anything more than a time zone in common. But those who think state-ishly understand, on a gut level, that the real enemy is liberty, even in a mild and diluted form; and they do their hating accordingly.