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.
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.
Who's in?
So no one else wants to go to convention. What a bunch of stiffs and squares.
Knock yourself out, Wizard of Capitalism.