a boys' and girls' history of the future

Ron Paul invokes the Golden Rule in regards to American foreign policy, and the crowd goes wild. Not in an Omigod-I-Love-The-Beatles-And-I’m-Gonna-Pass-Out-From-Excited-Screaming kinda wild, but in a Let’s-Bury-Him-Six-Feet-Under kinda wild. Then, as he presses his point, the crowd turns to The-Beatles-Love variety of noise-making. Were the boo-ers the same ones who cheered 20 seconds later? Or was the crowd just that split on real-life Golden Rule application? It’s impossible to know since we weren’t there, but it does reveal something of a collective neurosis.