Yesterday afternoon, when we pulled up at NBC studios in Burbank, hundreds of Ron’s typically diverse and enthusiastic supporters cheered and cheered. Young and old, black, Asian and white, families and hippies, entrepreneurs and professionals, Republicans, Democrats, Independents, and anarchists, they had come from all over California, and from Nevada, Washington, and Oregon too. They had been there since 5:00am to ensure that they had tickets to the Tonight Show. I wondered: how much would, say, the Giuliani campaign had have to pay people to do that? These self-organizing volunteers hadn’t even had to be asked.
Then it was time to go, and as we pulled into the VIP parking lot, a big African-American security guard trotted up to the car, pointed and shouted: “Ron Paul! I love you!” An NBC page took us to the parking space near Jay Leno’s Star Trek-looking motorcycle (although, to date myself, I thought: this is where Johnny Carson parked his Corvette).
Staffers took us into the green room, then Jay
