And frankly, I couldn't resist this one, because Waldo in full rant is the reason you should read him every day:
Dr. Ron's Paulines are now planning a three-day extravaganza outside the gates of the Republican Convention. Good Republican that he is, Dr. "I hire all my kids but don't give my fundraiser health insurance" Ron will show up for a book signing, at which he will divest the suckers of their money in between their sessions on kum-bah-yaing, organizing for taking over the party by 2040, Star Trek, building solar-powered girl sex robots, and debating the merits of the 100% Ron Paul community in East Bumfuck Gulch, TX now or the Ebay founder's cities on spikes in the ocean later with each resident getting 350 square feet of independence apiece.
It's sad, really. All those people who don't realize that the airy way Paul say he has no idea what people are doing in his behalf can be interpreted as "they're a bunch of nitwits who'll buy my book no matter what" just as easily as it can be seen as some sort of cosmic call for the doctor to abandon his plow and come forward at the urging of 1.2% of the nation. Face it: you're organizing movement around a man who care so little about you he won't give up his seniority in Congress to come join you.
Somewhere, Patrick J. Buchanan is laughing his ass off.