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I love convention time, even though I always have to get credentials from some strange constituency because I'm not Inner Party enough to represent Regina-Qu'Appelle. It's like the Grey Cup, All Hallow's Eve and the 1983 classic teen flick "Spring Break" all rolled into one.
So no one else wants to go to convention. What a bunch of stiffs and squares.
Knock yourself out, Wizard of Capitalism.