The Moonlite Bunny Ranch is providing a hotbed of support for Ron Paul in the Nevada caucuses, thus proving there’s a thin line between libertarian and libertine.
The working girls at the notorious brothel near Carson City are, in their words, “pimpin’ for Paul.” One of the women, 25-year-old Cami Parker, told Times reporter Maria La Ganga that she likes Paul’s positions on individual liberties and states’ rights and drops 10% of her weekly earnings into a Paul campaign donation box in the brothel’s parlor.
In a state that thrives on gambling and allows zones of legal prostitution, Paul’s libertarian philosophy has wide appeal, although it’s a bit of a stretch to imagine the grandfatherly and mildly eccentric Texas congressman as a stud muffin for a group of sex trade entrepreneurs. Then again, given the horny ranch hands, frat boys, obese bikers, errant husbands and sad lonely hearts these women pretend to be aroused by every day, the authenticity and cerebral charm of Paul could be vastly more appealing.
Paul has certainly added zest to the sanctimonious drone of the Republican campaign. Especially in recent debates, the 76-year-old Paul has provided most of the rare moments of unscripted honesty and wit amid the memorized cheap shots and calculated displays of righteous anger.
Paul, who this week is celebrating 55 years of marriage to the same woman, doesn’t seem like the kind of fellow who’d be a customer at the Bunny Ranch. Still, he ought to stop by and thank the girls for their support. Hanging with prostitutes doesn’t seem any more compromising than sharing a stage with Newt Gingrich and Mitt Romney. At least there’s no pretense or obfuscation about how the bunnies earn their money.