I’d been paying scant attention to the Ron Paul newsletter story over the past few days, but finally caught up last night with this Reuters piece, which, as in the Fuqua School case, we need to remind ourselves is not that far in the past — in this case, 1993. And in the letter over Paul’s signature:
Among other things, the articles called the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. a “world-class philanderer,” criticized the U.S. holiday bearing King’s name as “Hate Whitey Day,” and said that AIDS sufferers “enjoy the attention and pity that comes with being sick.”
The story includes a pdf of one of the solicitations for his investment counseling service. It’s a marvel of the form, and reading it took me back to my talk-radio days, when paranoia ruled the land and dark speculations on black helicopters and FEMA kept the phones ringing. Paul speaks of how new anti-counterfeiting measures in U.S. paper money was a plot to track good Americans with radio beams:
These totalitarian bills were tinted pink and green and brown, and blighted with holograms, diffraction gratings, metal and plastic threads, and chemical alarms. It wasn’t money for a free people.
This tone must work on somebody, because it’s widely pervasive in paranoia/fringe circles. There must be a lot of dementia patients out there who still have control of the checkbook.
Or maybe I just move in the wrong circles, and this stuff is simply more common than I think. The sitting secretary of state in Indiana, Charlie White, was ruled ineligible to hold office yesterday, clearing the way for the Democrat he defeated in 2010 to take the seat. I really know very little about this case — honestly, nothing — so you Hoosiers will have to bring me up to date. However, late last night, one of my Indiana Facebook people told me to check out Charlie’s father’s FB wall, where, in posts no more than an hour or two old, he was ranting about the “Jew judge” who presided in the case, as well as the Nigerian-born Democrat who wins his son’s seat by default. Today, all the posts were gone. (I’m sure he’s the victim of a cruel hacker.)
Bleh. It’s almost Christmas. Let’s clear our palates with…Festivus! We start with the airing of grievances. Caliban?
Srsly, happy Christmas to all. I shall be back Monday.