The previous two times I have been to the convention, I have been supporting candidates. I went with them. Now, I have no candidate, so why am I going? Probably, as the always perceptive @ericwine suggests, it is just a habit.
It turns out, the people who funded me to go to the RNC did not do it out of the goodness of their hearts. I have my marching orders.
My spell check just crapped out.
The fights are already starting, and I will be in it tomorrow afternoon. An old political hand like me just cannot stay out of it.
Spell check back on.
So, Megan and I will get in our flying car, and be ready for the bouts in the early afternoon. The gloves do not need to come off, because they were never on. This is bare knuckle, take no prisoners fighting here, and would not have it any other way. If the stakes are not high, the game is not worth playing.
Wait, we do not have a flying car. We are taking a plane. We were supposed to have flying cars like 15 years ago or something.
This is a hazy convention. There could be some surprises.
More importantly, where the hell is my flying car?
