Apparently, nobody wants to attend the Republican National Convention in St. (Ron?) Paul this year, because they weren't kidding apparently when they decided to hijack the tag line from the anti-depressant Effexor as a way of branding themselves. All the GOP are hopeless sad-sacks, and only three of the twelve Republicans in competitive Senate races think that winging out to the home of the Larry Craig PornoPotty is in any way a good idea.
But is it really going to be all that bad? This article from The Politico, describing the various and sundry entertainment options, offers a thin clue of hope:
In Minneapolis, you might also be able to finagle tickets to events featuring Smash Mouth, LeAnn Rimes and the Beach Boys.
Clearly this means that the GOP have got their hands on a time machine, and plan to hold the convention back in 1999: a year when Bush was beginning his ascension, and the last plausible moment when anyone in America would have had to "finagle" their way into a Smash Mouth concert.