Michele St. Pierre © 2012
After a hard fought battle, whatever the outcome, perhaps the tendency to wax philosophical is inevitable. I am the Snohomish County Coordinator for the Ron Paul campaign and we went without sleep, eating sporadically, abandoning all aspects of normal life in a pitched effort to bring in our county. He placed second there in the Straw Poll. Delegate counts are another thing, and it remains to be seen what the outcome is.
And while winning was of course the goal, there is something to be said about fighting the good fight, giving it your absolute all, and standing side by side with your liberty brothers and sisters and witnessing their commitment and courage against all odds, which can make technically winning not quite as important.
The Ron Paul movement is all about the ideas, the people, the community and ultimately the country. Throughout this movement I have witnessed great acts of personal courage, love of country, love of individual liberty and love for children (now born and future generations) of a quality which I had never expected to see. When Ron Paul ran for President in 2008, he brought together a scattered, dispersed, diverse group of true Americans, thirsting for a Leader to set ablaze the sparks of liberty that still remained out in the “amber waves of grain”.
I have met people of the finest moral character, philosophically astute, intellectually engaging, filled with passion for freedom, who have become my life-long friends and they have enriched my life to the point where I tear up just thinking about them all, each and every one. It is impossible for me to even begin to love all of them as much as they deserve, because I am only one person and they are so many.
I had never even conceived before, that it was possible to love a great number of people so overwhelmingly and with such ferocity. Prior to the Ron Paul campaign, I had a few close friends and felt fortunate to have them, but now I am surrounded with people who astound and delight me constantly with their courage, their vision, their commitment to liberty, their sworn, obstinate, noble and self sacrificing dedication to stand against tyranny, in all its many horrible forms, even when it causes them great distress and anguish in their personal lives.
In a world of cardboard cutouts of real people, people too whipped, too propagandized, too bamboozled with consumerism, too riddled with complacency to see their freedom and wealth being maniacally stolen from them by the puppets they elect to office, my Ron Paul family are the solid gold, down-to-earth, true patriots that I had only thought to read about in history books, rather than ever meet in modern times.
Whenever my thoughts swirl into that dark hole where you feel that the battle is hopeless, the sacrifice is going to be too great, the fear of the price being paid and to be paid is more than one can bear (and luckily I don’t go there that often because I am a great optimist) I look into the eyes of my patriot friends and would gladly and heartily go to the depths of hell and back with them to see the country free of tyranny, political corruption, economic ruin and moral destruction.
So to all of you, who feed my spirit, comfort me, nuture me in kind, hold me up when I fall down, laugh with me when things look hopeless, stand with me against tyranny, even when we are ridiculed, slandered, outnumbered, out maneuvered and downtrodden, I salute you all with tricorn hat across my heart, because each one of you has a special place there, treasured and cherished, for as long as I shall live.