Oct 23rd, 2007
Crossing the Ron Paul Bridge

I was initially a reluctant Ron Paul revolutionary. Having always voted for a democratic President, this was the first time I’d crossed that bridge. But now, I’ve taken my ‘Rono-Paulism’ to an all new level. My ‘Paulite’ is soaring and the innate freedom-loving beast within is growing stronger while the Paulonian Liberty is beginning to overflow into all aspects of my life…including my family. Now that said, I would never want anything for my family but the true and right. We all use some critical thinking and intuition - or that gut feeling - to determine what we think and feel is right or wrong. And our parents and others in our lives have taught us the difference between the two. And Ron Paul is right for my family - and I feel this deep-down, and now, since diving in head first and learning and understanding the message behind the man, I know he is right for us, America and the world.
Besides our daily chatter of the Ron-Paul-media-o’ the day around our dinner table, or enthusiastically attending Ron Paul rallies, or hawk-eying the donations and debates, or ensuring that my children understand the constitution; now my son is an accomplice in the freeway blogging effort for the Ron Paul grassroots campaign. We took it upon ourselves to fix a distressed sign that was dangling from a bridge in the darkness last night.
On our way home from the scout pack meeting (in which I wore my Ron Paul hat of course), I decided it was the time to fix the sign that had dangled so dangerously from one plastic anchor for weeks. The fact that nobody else had fixed it for the sake of safety at least, but also for the sake of conveying the message that lay in a wrinkled mess all that time (didn’t our parents teach us not wait for someone else to fix it if it’s broken). It was hung on the outside of the chain-link fence enclosure on the pedestrian bridge over the Bangerter Highway in Riverton Utah. So it made for a challenge to keep it from falling to the highly traveled highway below us. My son, dressed in full Cub Scout uniform, used his dexterity, determination and small hands to reach through the chain-link and re-align the sign that reads, in home-spun stencil: Ron Paul 4 President 2008.
We shimmied and secured the sign taking only 15 invigorating minutes. My son, without fear of public retaliation or the police, danced around the bridge in excitement - the first time he’d ever been on a pedestrian bridge. The lights of the cars zooming below us made for a serene moment, but after I spotted a couple of Sheriff cars I grew more nervous. But I imagined explaining to the officer that we were simply trying to make the existing sign safer. How could a law enforcement officer not agree with a dad and his son, in uniform, exercising our rights to do good deeds for public safety?
I kept feeling the need to fiddle with the sign to secure it so it wouldn’t fall down again. Then I turned and scuttled along the bridge, 30 feet up in the crisp night air, as my son was investigating the clean cut of the plastic clips that had held the sign. ‘If only the people that made the cuts knew what Ron Paul means to America’ I thought. I felt it was time to go as the adrenaline was coursing through me. We strolled down the ramp back to earth and talked about how we did a small part in what will continue to be a gigantic effort to help Ron Paul get elected. Like the small part we’ve made by donating to the campaign, and talking to family and friends about the freedom and peace message, and wearing our Ron Paul garb, and the bumper stickers on our cars and the yard sign, etc. Yes, my children know what freedom, peace and prosperity are and my goal is to keep it that way.
The grassroots campaign is strong and effective and the revolution is in full swing in the minds and hearts of the people. Money continues to pour into the campaign with incredible projections. The patriot movement is growing and good folks are braving-the-bridges everyday to get the word out. I am proud that we climbed onto the freeway blogosphere and crossed that bridge in the night sky.



