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Ron Paul supporters, who are you guys?

A similar thread was originally started by MashTheGas but I guess it was lost with the server crash. It lasted a few weeks with a few hundred responses.

Who are you guys?

How old are you?
Where are you from?
What do you do?
What’s your political history?
What brought you to Ron Paul?

Answer as much or as little as you want. It's great to see what an eclectic group supports Ron Paul.

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How old are you? 62 Female
Where are you from? Midwest
What do you do? Computer Programmer
What’s your political history? Republic first, party second
What brought you to Ron Paul? Brother in 2002

I am 24, was a hardcore

I am 24, was a hardcore republican, have been interested in politics and government as long as I can remember. I picked up a Thomas Woods book before the 08 election that was endorsed by Ron Paul and it made me research his politics. Been a Paulite since.

Who are you and why do you want to know?

Somebody had to ask


All over!

52.5 year old funeral assistant from the Commonwealth

I confess that after Ron Paul did not advance in the 2008 race, I became discouraged and apathetic. I know now that it is the cause and message of Liberty that has already won and I must continue its proclamation no matter what. It's is an exciting adventure to see how this message quickens and awakens and calls men of every age and stripe to stand up and own your place in the battle. To esteem guard and protect the liberty of all those whom I encounter has the mutual benefit of affirming my own. He who practices the Golden Rule finds something better than gold-- deepening and satisfying relationship with all whom one lives and trades with.
Peace Respect Liberty

With all due respect, I will no longer be a voting prostitute for Constitution rejecting harlots.

I'm responding because I'm

I'm responding because I'm not in the typical Libertarian age bracket.

How old are you?

Where are you from?

What do you do?
Online university faculty and web designer

What’s your political history?
I've always been an independent. In college in the 70's I voted for John Anderson and Ross Perot. In my 20's I was left of center. As I've grown I became more conservative and recently libertarian.

In 2004 I considered myself a Libertarian because I found that conservatives weren't really small government people. I was very unhappy with Bush but didn't know much about Libertarians then until I ran into an insurance salesman who was a Libertarian on the city council. He informed me about it and realized it fit my political view. Although I voted for Bush in 2004, I wrote-in Chuck Baldwin in 2008 (After Ron Paul pulled out of the race and endorsed Baldwin) and Gary Johnson in 2012. I plan on voting for Rand Paul in 2016 (Unless I discover he is just talking the talk without walking the walk)

I'm a dreamer

but I'm not the only one.

42 years old project manager

42 years old
project manager in Healthcare
from Kentucky

Like the majority of the population I was completely removed from the political system.

A guy on my hockey team would spoon feed me quotes from RP in the locker room. It all started to make too much sense so I decided to investigate one evening. Wow. I read and learned more in one year than I did in a lifetime.

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I'm the socialists' worst nightmare.

I'm the socialists' worst nightmare.

"Cyril" pronounced "see real". I code stuff.


"To study and not think is a waste. To think and not study is dangerous." -- Confucius

i am

late 20's
full-time engineer, part time short film star and producer
confused as an early teen
appearance on the COlbert Report in 2007 followed by an all night-er reading "Texas Straight Talk"

I am

From Pennsylvania job bartender
Politics Libertarian Party. Newly elected Township Auditor. Chair of the Lehigh Valley Libertarian Party. Chair of the Pennsylvania Libertarian Party youth Outreach Committee.
In 07 Ron Paul taught me I was right.

The R3volution Is Alive and Well!

I am

31 years old
from Germany :)
no interest in politics before I heard about ron paul now i even think about joining a party here in Germany.
A random youtube video brought me to Ron Paul...not sure if you daily paulers realize that RP is still a world wide phenomena

I'm 33. I own a resort on a

I'm 33. I own a resort on a lake in MN with cabins and camping. It's a family business. I got involved in politics because I have a 15 year old son.

why am I here?

I'm a retired architect, British, living in Texas. I used to believe that the state was, well, kinda living in the Dark Ages, what with death sentences like they have in Saudi Arabia and Yemen. After what happened to me on a quiet Sunday morning in Baytown, I'm all for the harshest possible punishment - as payback time for Mr Average.


How are we supposed to know turning right without indicating is A CRIME? It doesn't say so in my Texas Driver's Guidance. It is and I have a criminal record, and Baytown police have my photos and prints.

A lot of what I believe is wrong with America (and maybe I should mind my own business?) DOES matter to me, now I live here. Great country, lovely people . . . but your governmental system is raw sewage. I get a bit steamed up when someone sticks a gun in my face. Takes four or five hundred dollars off me . . . and gives my wife a hard time.

I hear Ron Paul and I think: that guy seems to be on a similar wavelength to me. Give me freedom - or give me my freakin money back!

Texas Police know how to make crime pay

I am a British citizen, recently moved to Texas and this is what happened to me on Sunday, 1st September 2013, starting at 1140 am. It's what I have sent to the police as an official complaint . . . before getting my hands on the Boston T Party book.

Baytown, South Street: a narrow residential street off Garth. In my rear view mirror, a large police vehicle reverses out of a driveway, and travels in what appears to be some kind of urgency the same direction as me, towards Garth. It might be an emergency so I get out of his way so he can turn onto the main road and go about his business. I pull into the empty parking lot of a bank [closed on Sunday]. I wind my window down. Despite the absence of flashing lights and/or sirens, it is even possible the officer might think he has some reason to speak to me.

The police vehicle follows me into the parking lot and I smile at the driver, and bid him: “good morning.”

The policeman, let's call him Officer Meathead (dunno why :o) describes me as being 6’-1” tall and weighing 200 pounds. I am actually a 67-year-old retired pen-pusher, 5’-10” in height and 165 pounds weight, so mistaken identity might explain what happened next.

I am saying I am due an apology. I was charged with making a right turn without indication (ironically, to get out of the large police vehicle’s way) but I am held for five hours and made to pay $740. This, I state in the strongest possible terms, cannot be justified as good policing. This action against me, a law-abiding citizen going about his lawful business, was both gratuitous and vexatious, neither of which luxuries should be made available to a police officer going about his duties.

Officer Meathead gets out of his vehicle, does not bid me a good morning but instead takes a handgun from his holster, points it at me and tells me to get my hands up. I get my hands up. He walks towards me, gun trained at my head and tells me to open the door. Terrified he will shoot me if one of my hands disappears from view, I tell him the door is locked and I can’t open it with my hands above my head. He wants me to open the door. By this time he’s standing next to the door. I ask him whether I’m supposed to switch off the ignition. He says he doesn’t care either way. I turn the ignition off and open the door.

He wants to see my driving licence. I point to my wallet in the door pocket. He picks up the wallet, opens it to show the driving licence and asks me where my licence is. I tell him he’s looking at it: the pink thing in front of him that says DRIVING LICENCE. He removes the licence from the wallet but he does not ask to see any insurance documentation. This is most certainly not normal but I dare not say a word out of place, as Officer Meathead is (to be polite) . . . scary.

He tells me to get out of the car and, so I don’t waste too much of his time, Officer Meathead assists me, turning me quickly around, slamming me against the car door – with an open window so that my chest hits the steel edge of the door frame, instantly smashing my reading glasses.

As my hands are pulled behind my back, I protest that he has just smashed my glasses. He is not in the slightest bit interested. He must think I am someone else. There will be an explanation . . .

I'm British. I have never seen an actual handgun before and I have certainly never had one pointed at me. I have never been in trouble with the police, having committed no offence more serious than four speeding violations in fifty years of motoring. I have never experienced the likes of this treatment before in my life and, I suspect, will never experience it again.

It was my belief that I could only be held, lawfully, in handcuffs until the officer had identified me and given me a summons to appear in court. It does not take ninety minutes to write a ticket for failing to indicate a turn. I have been studying my Texas Driver’s Handbook, July 2012 edition, but I never read that failure to signal is A CRIME. In Britain, it is a sign of laziness and lack of consideration, when other road users may be inconvenienced. In quiet residential South Street on a Sunday morning, there was my car and that of Officer Meathead. Only. Clearly I must have seriously inconvenienced Officer Meathead.

Two police cars show up, VERY quickly, plus another vehicle marked K-9 (although I never see dogs).
For turning right without a signal? This does not make sense (to me).

I do see a sergeant. My handcuffs are eased before I am put in the back seat of the police vehicle, and I am surprised to discover there isn’t actually enough room for an adult to put his feet on the floor. The door is left open and I sit facing two officers, neither of them Meathead, who chat to each other in the shade as folks do on a Sunday morning. After what feels like ten or fifteen minutes (my watch is now behind my back), I ask the officers if I have committed a crime or something. The response is no, not stated as a probability or a possibility. No. I ask if I have in any way been disrespectful and again the answer is no. I ask why I am being held in handcuffs since I obviously do not represent a threat. I am told: “the officer could not have known that.” I ask if I might put my legs somehow inside the vehicle because the sun is starting to burn my knees. No problem.

What happens next is nothing – to me. I watch the three officers check the contents of my car. I have not been shown a warrant to search my car and I have not been asked permission. They look in the back seat, they look in the boot/trunk, they show interest at what's in my camera; interest and and amusement as they leaf through the contents of my wife’s Hello Kitty notebook. They look under at least one Hello Kitty car mat. I cannot be SURE they look in the glove box. A search is a search. It doesn’t have to be a thorough search.

Officer Meathead now painstakingly goes about his business. It appears, from the back seat of his vehicle, to be an exhaustive search into all manner of things on his various computers. There is so much to do, so many buttons to press. It all takes time. I am asked to confirm that my birthday is indeed Sept x, since only in America does the month precede the day in presentation of a date. I do so confirm – our only verbal exchange in maybe an hour (and I am still in handcuffs). The sergeant seems to lose interest in the situation (or absence thereof) and drives away, as does one of the other vehicles.

In due course I watch Officer Meathead print off a long piece of paper (two copies thereof), slowly fold both of them extremely neatly and set them aside. Without another word, the vehicle is set in motion and I note the other police car must be remaining so as to keep an eye on my car . . . (or not). I have not been told I am under arrest; I have not been informed that I am being (or have been) charged with an offence – just hauled off to a police station in the back of a police vehicle with no explanation at all.

For some reason known only to Officer Meathead, I have been and am being made to feel frightened, hurt, worried, annoyed and I have actually been threatened at gunpoint. Whatever is going on, I am conscious that I must display patience. I am shown to a black line, behind which I must stand – and remove my shoes and socks. An officer points at the floor next to me and says: “shoes”. I confirm he is indeed correct. “Give them to me.” I do as I am told. There is some unspoken need to put me in my place.

I am asked various questions regarding my identity and health . . . and shown the holding cell into which I am to go. And wait for one and a half hours. Without charge. I believe there is something called the Sixth Amendment, that requires defendants to be informed of the nature and cause of the accusation. What constitutes a reasonable timescale seems to be left to the whim of officers involved. As a British citizen, who has absolutely no idea of what is happening, I am not informed of anything at all for four hours (all perfectly legally, I am sure) and I am not asked whether I require the British Consulate to be informed.

After ninety minutes’ detention in the cell, I am told to go round to a room where my cellmate is being photographed and fingerprinted. I am next. Now seriously confused, alarmed and trembling, I ask the officer if I’m going to be charged with something. He looks at a piece of paper and says, conversationally: “making a right turn without a signal . . . and driving without insurance.”


All the documentation, regarding the brand new car’s registration and insurance, is in the glovebox. I was asked for my driving licence – but not a word was said about insurance. The car is registered in my (American) wife’s name. The car with the Hello Kitty mats. And the oh-so-amusing Hello Kitty notebook. My wife’s name (Mrs Cannon Fodder) is similar to mine, as his her address. When my “evidence of financial responsibility” is in the car’s glovebox, being guarded by a friendly policeman (or being towed away and held to ransom) and I am in a police station, this brand-new subject cannot be discussed to any useful purpose.

I believe the expression is: I have been shafted. Even in effing Baytown, this cannot possibly be authorized regular police procedure: to treat an elderly law-abiding citizen, identified as a foreign national, in a manner specifically intended to cause as much fear and confusion as possible and with such blatant disrespect, cannot be how effing Baytown wants its effing police officers to maintain law and order.

When all official procedures are complete, I am told I can call my wife (whose car is either behind a bank in effing Baytown or being towed away) to let her know that I am being held in jail. She has been told the charges and that she has to find $540 bail . . . cash, to purchase a money order. On a Sunday afternoon, and her car is somewhere in effing Baytown. Or her husband will remain in jail. Instead of responding with: “prove it”, I Do the Right Thing and plead no contest to the turning right, because I don’t know whether there is evidence to prove it or not but, regrettably, I cannot oblige on the other charge as I have indeed met all insurance documentation requirements. I cannot present them in the police station because they are in the car. I did not present them to Officer Meathead because I was not asked . . . nor able, once I had been hauled away. I am informed my No Contest plea is to be treated as my admission of guilt.

Eventually, my shoes and other belongings are returned in two plastic bags. These include half a pair of expensive reading glasses and a long piece of paper. When my wife opens one bag she finds a summons and reads it out to me. I cannot read it myself because Officer Meathead smashed my reading glasses.

When I enquire about the car keys, I discover the car has been towed away from the scene and cannot be returned unless I come up with another $200 cash. If I do not come up with the cash today, no problem – but it will be more than $200 tomorrow, Labor Day. For turning right without indicating – can someone possibly justify this as being reasonable policework?
[Chronology ends 4:00 pm.]

I have formally complained that Officer Meathead did knowingly mistreat me, in a manner wholly inappropriate to the relatively trivial offence. (Ironically, I would not have made the turn if he had not been behind me.) I am formally complaining that Officer Meathead searched my vehicle (and personal contents therein) without my permission, without a warrant and I assert that no grounds that could constitute “probable cause” ever existed.

I am making a formal complaint that Officer Meathead knowingly and wilfully withheld from me the fact that I would, at a time that suited the effing Baytown effing Police Department, be charged with an offence that would, under normal circumstances warrant a ‘ticket’ and that, via-a-vis the driving without insurance, Officer Meathead vexatiously chose not to inform me of this completely spurious so-called offence, nor question me on the matter and, instead of charging me, chose to delay my discovery of the insurance charge so as to cause me the maximum possible inconvenience, distress and – by having the car towed away – maximum financial loss.

Until recently I had believed that, were someone to hold me at gunpoint and take from me $740, it would be a crime and I would expect the police to be of assistance to me.

The Prosecutor dismissed the case and (ah sweet victory) I am to get nearly half my own money back. America: the Land of the Free [conditions apply :o)

What A Horror

I am so sorry for this ordeal they made you endure. Injustice, and you certainly did not deserve it. I hope they pay for your glasses.

"Bipartisan: both parties acting in concert to put both of their hands in your pocket."-Rothbard

I'm mostly a lurker ...

How old are you?

Where are you from?

What do you do?

What’s your political history?
recovering neocon, the uninformed kind that does not follow politics but for whatever reason always votes Republican across the board

What brought you to Ron Paul?
Bush Jr.'s second term. When I heard Bush Jr. announce that we were going into Iraq after 9/11 a bunch of bells went off in my head. It took that much insanity for me to wake up and see the world as it really is. Apparently (and unfortunately) a large percentage of the country needs even more insanity to see what's going on. Maybe they never will.

Long time lurker here.

Long time lurker here. Decided to set up an account so I can figure out how to post myself!



Who Am I?

How old are you?
Where are you from?
Presently sojourning somewhere on the southern east coast
but that could change at any time.
What do you do?
What’s your political history?
Rational Anarchist
What brought you to Ron Paul?
Been in Ron Paul's Camp since he FIRST ran for President in 1988. Plan on voting for him again each election for the rest of my life unless either Rand Paul, Judge Andrew Napolitano or Peter Schiff runs. If any of them runs, I'd have to think about it.

The things that will destroy us are: politics without principle;
pleasure without conscience; wealth without work; knowledge without character; business without morality; science without humanity; and
worship without sacrifice: Mahatma Mohandas K. Gan

And here I thought most

And here I thought most libertarians were in their 20's and 30's.

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I'm from the Piedmont. I teach English abroad and enjoy clay-court tennis. I decided at age fifteen I preferred Republicans to Democrats. At age 19-20 I decided elected officials from both parties were not representing my philosophies. At Auburn University, I learned the word "libertarian" and decided its spirit would eventually reemerge and bring together the good intentions of individuals from both parties. After seeing Ron's late-summer Twin-Cities speech in 2008, I realized that true "classical liberalism" was beginning to spread fast; the Republican Party appropriately appears to be its main vehicle-- due in large part to Ron's willingness to be truthful. He's brought a lot of integrity to the party-- history will define him as a leader.

Finally registered

How old are you?
Where are you from?
Southern Utah

What do you do?

What’s your political history?
Raised in a split family. Mom = gov employee and dem. Dad is hardcore republican from Nevada.

What brought you to Ron Paul?
The 2007 primary debates! RP logic was easy to spot amongst those buffoons. I participated in the original November 5th moneybomb, twice, as a poor college student. My $100 was more than my two week ration of food money. Now I'm becoming more and more successful following the principles of liberty as I age. Once my roots are planted for my family I will be running for a local office.

Tried to join this site multiple times. I've been a browser for 6 years officially now... never understood the limited registration.

Critical thinkers with well

Critical thinkers with well above normal intelligence.

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Who am I?

I'm 20 years old, and I'm from Southern California.

Right now I both work at my grandfather's garage from morning to noon and go to my local Community college in the afternoon/evening.

I've never been one to agree with either of the two political parties in our country, and have always believed that I and others should be free to do as we choose; that if we didn't hurt anyone then there was no wrong in our actions. When I was in elementary school we were often made to do reports on current events, and I was the one who always picked out the articles about political events when they were present, and of course I was usually very critical of the events.

It was mere coincidence that I found out who Ron is, though. At the time the 2008 primaries were taking place, and I happened to be at my grandparent's house while they were watching one of the Republican debates, which is when I saw this glorious moment. I didn't know who Ron, or who any of the other men on that stage were, but when Ron gave this little speech I felt like cheering just as the attending crowd was. Naturally I asked my grandparents who he was, but I didn't get much of an answer.

When the 2012 primaries came about, though, I was just out of high school, and ready to do more research into the subject, and naturally the first person who I found had sensible policy was that same man who had been called a nut all throughout 2008, Ron Paul. Given that I had become much more active in the previous four years on the internet I found my way to abovetopsecret, and from some posts I read there eventually discovered the Daily Paul, the forum where I by far still have and see the most intellectually stimulating conversations, and a place where it still isn't yet a crime to support Ron Paul for President.

Ron Paul 2016

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Thank you for your standing. And here's for you,

Thank you for your standing. And here's for you,

To The Youth :


"Cyril" pronounced "see real". I code stuff.


"To study and not think is a waste. To think and not study is dangerous." -- Confucius

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Name is Austin.
I'm 25.
From the great state of Oklahoma.
I work for an oil & gas land-lease broker (Landman).
I used to listen to Fox News and take it in like it was the gospel. I thought I knew what I was talking about until one day I was schooled by a Ron Paul supporter (fb friend). Happened during the 2012 campaign. Started listening to Ron Paul A LOT on the YouTube. Been a hard core supporter ever since....
New to the DP. This site is legit.

Finally a Member of the DP!

How old are you?

Where are you from?

What do you do?

What’s your political history?
I voted a straight republican ticket in 1979 when I was 19 years old and I probably haven't voted for more than 5 republicans and 2 democrats (none for president) since. I read "None Dare Call it Conspiracy" in 1982 and have been reading and trying to wake people up ever since. I have followed Ron Paul since I first heard about him in the early 80's and have campaigned for him since 2007.

What brought you to Ron Paul?
Liberty and the Calvary!

I'm 55 and also from Indy.

I'm 55 and also from Indy. Are you on Facebook? If so, please send a friend request to: ken.rohrer