By Ron Paul
Ron on his new personal website, and why he became a doctor and not a soldier.
When I was thinking of the URL for my new personal homepage, I considered many possibilities. Thanks also to all those who sent other suggestions. But I settled on RonPaulMD.com as reflecting a very important area of my life. To be a physician, and deliver 4,000 babies, was extremely fulfilling. Many times, I see people wearing a “I Was a Ron Paul Baby” t-shirt. Once, when I gave a speech in Iowa, I was told the head of the convention center wanted to talk to me. She had her birth certificate, and this time, she said, she wanted a legible signature! I was delighted to sign it again.
RonPaulMD.com highlights the non-political aspect of my life, the part not involved with that great engine of violence in DC, except to oppose it. Though when I first ran for office, advisors told me to emphasize the MD, since it showed I was not a lawyer!
Most important, I became a doctor to avoid being a soldier. I knew I would be drafted, and such things as seeking asylum in another country, or becoming a conscientious objector, were out of my range of thought at that time. But if I became a doctor, I knew I would not be given a rifle and told to shoot other young men at government orders.
Though the horrible UN oath is used in medical schools these days, I still adhere to the Hippocratic Oath, and its injunction to “First, do no harm.” It’s a great, ancient libertarian principle.
Thanks for visiting my home page. I hope you come back often. (emphasis Guffaw)
Dr. Paul reminded me of something. When I turned eighteen, my Father made certain I registered for The Draft. This was during the height of the Vietnam War. Between my disgust for communism, and a family history involving Marines, I really wanted to go. And kill communists for my country.
But, being disabled, they wouldn’t have me. Later, in college, I tried again with R.O.T.C. They, too, refused me. Said I couldn’t march. (I could shoot, but when was THAT ever a qualification?)
One of my good friends, David (Yes, another David – this makes 4?) came-of-age and registered as a conscientious objector. I even wrote a letter to his draft board attesting to his sincerity in his beliefs. And I asked a third time if they’d consider me as his replacement. No go.
But in my adolescent fantasies (the ones not consumed by girls), I had dreamt of becoming a Marine, then a local cop, then a federal agent of some flavor. This was not in anyone else’s cards.
It occurred to me a couple years ago that the primary reason I wanted law enforcement under my belt was so I could carry a firearm, legally, concealed. And, of course, to catch the ‘bad guys’. Now, with my CCW permit (and Constitutional Carry) I can do that in most of my State with impunity.
Now that I’m over 60, and the appeal of working for The Man is gone, I would not carry a gun for my government. Unless, of course, the Chinese military is advancing up from the Mexican Border…
And many of those ‘bad guys’ now work for government. Who knew?
I cannot imagine the anguish of those in government who honor their oaths to The Constitution, and have to do the bidding of the ‘bad guys’. It must be excruciating. And demoralizing.
Some of them are friends. You know who you are. Thank you for your service and dedication.