Super Tuesday

Nike! Nike! Nike!

All hail fair Victory, winged warrior goddess and handmaid of Democracy's matron. Let the cry echo from ancient Athens to modern Missoula... Nike! Nike! Nike!

Tonight an outnumbered, derided, and underestimated group of Montanans (men and women, young and old, idealists all!) stood up in their great moment of truth. As speakers, leaders and power-brokers within the Montana Republican Party pompously reiterated their tired partisan petitions for the precinct captains of Missoula's 96 precincts to tow the party line behind either John McCain or Mitt Romney, there arose from the crowd a resolute band loyal to the clarion call of Liberty, and the ongoing Revolution first launched on the shores of Boston and secured on the shores of Virginia. They rose up, and rallied to the banner of the one true Constitutionalist left in either party- Dr. Ron Paul.

Despite heckling, despite heavy odds, despite the full weight of the Missoula Republican establishment, these brave revolutionaries persevered and pressed with confidence the cause of principles, not politics; of the people, not the party. They laid bare the hypocrisy of the Republican Party and cried out for the precinct captains to stand firm upon the United States Constitution, the document written by the Fathers to permanently secure the liberties upon which our Republic was founded and in which alone She might endure.

Long lasted the battle, heavy raged the debates. When the tallies were called, every eye and ear of the more than 300 citizens assembled honed in on the results. With 95 of the 96 votes tallied, a great cheer rose from the Revolution's ranks. Ron Paul at 45 precinct votes was secure ahead of Mitt Romney's 42, and after calm was restored the final vote came in- a statistically meaningless vote for John McCain. Jaws dropped, cheers resounded, and cries of utter ecstasy rose high as it became apparent that Ron Paul, Liberty's remaining Champion, had won Missoula.

Therefore I now echo the whispered joy of great Euripedes who ran the 26 miles from Marathon to Athens in 490 bc to collapse at the city gates and breath just one word before death- Nike.

Nike! Nike! Nike!