Blake Dvorak’s latest attempt to paint all Ron Paul supporters as either crazy, hopeless, or both. “Ron Paul Country“:

I was in Ron Paul country. A strange land inhabited by 9/11 conspiracy theorists and suburban families who clothe their infant twins in “Ron Paul Revolution” pajamas; those who despise what the current administration has done in Iraq (heck, what the Woodrow Wilson administration did in Europe) and those who despise Hillary Clinton; those who live on the fringe and those who live next door.

An odd bunch, to be sure, but one that can really belt out the Star-Spangled Banner.

Other than their shared patriotism, what unites them is the man they affectionately refer to a “Dr. Paul,” the long-shot libertarian Republican whose supporters clog Internet straw polls and guard their hero’s image against what they see as a purposeful marginalization by the media. Maybe they have a point. The only other press I see is a local network camera crew.

He takes the stage just then and the crowd explodes to its feet. From my vantage point at the edge of the crowd (standing room only) I can’t see over the cheering mass, many now on their chairs. But I wonder: This, for a small, aging congressman from Texas who has no chance, in this cycle or the next, of ever being president? As I look around I notice the crowd doesn’t care. Caucuses, primaries, polls – what are they compared to the “Champion of the Constitution”?