GOP Convention 2008, Minneapolis, MN:
Day 3:
Bitter basement church ladies aren't buying a damn thing. To be fair they are not all bitter. But they clutch their collars a little tighter as they slink by.
The Sikhs across the way seem to fairing better. A bunch of turban-headed men doing brisk business selling software at a Republican National convention is not the strangest thing I've seen here.
Nevertheless, we ain't selling a damn thing. This event is a total and complete FLOP for all concerned.
We were promised 150,000 visitors. I'd be surprised if we see half that.
The actual numbers in the first 3 days are abysmal.
There's suppose to be 300 vendors. Is there half that here?
No one's buying anything.
All is lost.
But a glimmer of hope! The Log Cabin Republicans are here and plain looking curious college girls stealthily sneak up to steal a brochure when no one's looking. The Born-Agains mumble to us, "Frankly we don't need 'em." But it hasn't come yet to fisticuffs. Other visibly ignorant delegates saunter past, ask the question get the answer and say and "Oh... that's.... ..... .... nice." And then walk away flushed. This happens two dozen times.
What a terrible way to find out what a Log Cabin Republican is... for a Republican.
They've got a tough ho to row. And so do we. Like I said, we ain't selling a damn thing.
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