The Postman

Ron Paul's we-should-mind-our-own-business, out-of-Afghanistan lines are generally applause lines, but last night he got booed by the same people who were purportedly whooping it up over letting emergency department patients expire on the concrete for lack of employer-paid health insurance.  I suppose that if you are credulous you'll believe that this proves the Tea Party, whatever that is, wants America to forgo its allegience to the three laws of robotics and return forever to some kind of post-Reconstruction frontier phase that resembles Night of the Living House on the Pararie or something, a sort of crackpot Hobbesian Hills-Have-Eyes Island of the Blue Dolphins pastiche in which each of us is ultimately and irrevocably alone.  Personally, it sounded like a little gaggle of plants to me; well, I've been to one world fair a picnic and a rodeo and that's the stupidest thing I ever heard come over a set of earphones. You sure you got today's code?  The whole thing is out of character and extremely convenient.  We believe in nothing.