I don’t often contribute to where-were-you-whens. My birth was recorded six years after the Kennedy assassination. I was in the sixth grade when Reagan was shot but was more focused on distributing my samizdat comic book “Raw Barf” and evading Mrs. Haas’s censorious attitude toward the Fourth Estate. But it will take many pints of ale to erase the memory of watching the denouement of Barack Hussein Obama – at a debate party hosted by the improbably vibrant San Francisco Young Republicans at the Eastside West Restaurant & Bar in that city’s marina district.

You might expect the young, hip Republicans living in the belly of the beast in ultra-liberal San Francisco, itself enveloped in the Socialist Republic of California, to be get-along RINO moderates. Far from it. These folks host an annual ATF party – yep, that’s right – a festive celebration of alcohol, tobacco and firearms, though in a nod to safety not in that particular order. The invite to last week’s debate party was extended by Catherine Carr, a pretty fun and pretty conservative nursing student, who serves as the SFYR membership director. Among the other SFYR officers my favorite was Adam Smith (really), an adopted native of South Korea, who is a brash, caustically funny accountant and former FBI agent and owns more guns than Obama has grey hairs.

While Mitt souffléd Barry’s re-election chances on the four TV screens above, the SFYRs laughed, cheered and drank with an exuberance that would warm the blood of the crotchetiest conservative in America. The entire pub was a moderate-free zone. Even Nancy Pelosi’s quixotic Republican opponent John Dennis was there. So what’s the takeaway from this? We conservatives and libertarians and real Republicans are everywhere. Even in San Francisco.

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Regular readers of the Sweaty Federalist know that my enthusiasm for Mitt Romney is less than my enthusiasm to ship Barry back to Chicago. But until November 6^th (and after, if my legal assistance is required for any recount), I am all hands on deck for Mitt.

So throw no darts at the Sweaty Federalist when I tell you that Mitt’s foreign policy speech on Monday elicited from me a response akin to when I accidentally tread on one of my Great Pyrenees’s massive poos. I stand by Ron Paul that we have no business – and our Constitution does not condone – nation building in the Levant.

Whether liberty is a legitimate export is a topic for another time, but for the moment take note that no one ever storms the Argentinian, Hungarian or Icelandic embassies. Toppling Muslim dictators and replacing them with al-Qaeda democrats is not in our national or state interests. But thanks to Mr. Obama, Libya and Egypt are now over-run by anti-western Islamists. My interest (and most Americans’ interests) in visiting or buying anything from these Third World backwaters was 0% before the dictator was deposed and remains a steady 0% afterwards. We need to let them sort it out amongst themselves and hope they finally go through something akin to an Enlightenment. And after Mitt wins in November, the only thing we should be sending to Syria is a plane-load full of the neo-cons who dream up these entanglements in beastly countries that few Americans give a poo about.