Tucker Carlson, barely restraining his affection, writes an hysterical and perceptive essay on Dr Paul, and his band of merry men and women. One anecdote will suffice:
Though Paul argues passionately for liberalizing marijuana laws and is beloved by potheads (Timothy Leary once held a fund-raiser for him), he has never smoked pot himself. He sounded shocked when I asked him. "I have never seen anyone smoke marijuana," he said. "I don’t think I’d be open to using it." For some people, libertarianism is the philosophical justification for a zany personal life. Paul, by contrast, describes his hobbies as gardening (roses and organic tomatoes) and "riding my bicycle." He has never had a cigarette. He doesn’t swear. He limits his drinking to an occasional glass of wine and goes to church regularly. He has been married to the same woman for 50 years. Three of their five children are physicians.
Ron Paul is deeply square, and every bit as deeply committed to your right not to be.
And one sentence:
Paul is pro-choice on pasteurization entirely for reasons of principle.
I wish Tucker would get off TV and write more. I’d forgotten how good he is.