My friend Joseph Nelson deserves credit for inspiring this post.
Donald Trump says he’s yanking the convention from Charlotte, North Carolina. (Well, maybe not all of it, just the exciting parts that spread obedient adulation and coronavirus.) The Republican National Committee is now looking for a new venue where they count on lots of supporters who won’t wear sissy masks.
Kristi, you’re on this, right?
Governor Kristi Noem already has Donald Trump coming to the Black Hills for fireworks at Mount Rushmore on July 3. She’ll get to hang on his arm all day long (Melania who?) swapping stories about hiring your kids for government jobs and extolling the virtues of the Black Hills. Kristi, work Donald into a lather, and then, as the fireworks pop, lean over and whisper right in his ear, “Come back in August—bring the convention to South Dakota!”
Kristi, tell Trump how the Black Hills hosts hundreds of thousands of his biker pals every summer, so hosting a measly (another term derived from a virus) 50,000 Republican National Convention goers would be no problem. (Heck, why not move the convention up a couple weeks and do it during the Sturgis Rally?) Tease him with the prospect of recreating President Coolidge’s Western White House, spending the rest of the summer as far from coastal liberals, humidity, and mosquitoes as he could. Pitch how the Republican National Convention will get cheaper rates in South Dakota than anywhere else in the nation, thanks to our low taxes and low wages. And promise Donald he can bring all the spectators he wants to his great big convention speech without any silly state orders about social distancing or other public health hysteria.
Bringing the Republican National Convention has obvious advantages for everyone in South Dakota, including you, Kristi. You can put thousands of South Dakotans back to work in a snap readying the hotels and campgrounds and event sites for Trump and his unmasked convention. You can become the savior of the South Dakota tourism season. You can put our fair state on every national news broadcast every night for the rest of the summer, earning more media than any Minneapolis ad firm could buy you for any price. You can shuck some coronavirus relief funds toward trucking in lemons and distribute them to every family in Pennington, Custer, Lawrence, Meade, and Fall River counties, so every child can go out on the street and peddle lemonade to the RNC visitors.
Any rich idiot can rent an arena and pack it to the rafters with cronies and balloons and generic stage decorations (and prop Bibles—don’t forget the prop Bibles!). But only the President of the United States can order the Park Service to clear a path for himself and the camera crews and several thousands followers to the greatest backdrop any nominee could ask for: the pine- and mountain-sky-framed faces of America’s greatest Presidents, quietly bestowing dignity on their worst successor, who will mug the mic for two hours, then push a big red button setting off fireworks launched not just from the mountain but from screaming B-1Bs from Ellsworth and a long train of fighter jets brought along for the biggest aerial parade ever.
Kristi, paint that picture for Il Duce (leave out the “worst successor” part; you’ll think of something more appealing to your target). Paint the picture of Trump’s tremendous acceptance speech, with the cameras positioned perfectly to display his head among the four granite greats, next to the prospect of Sleepy-Creepy (or whatever last three adjectives Trump has tweeted) Joe Biden muffled behind a mask and squawking at Democrats from his basement on a Zoom screen. Trump will eat it up.
And on the third morning of the great Black Hills Republican National Convention, you can rap out the Secret Service code knock on the door of the Alex Johnson Presidential Suite, toss a couple McMuffins on the bed, and, when the Donald looks up from his phone, say with all the pageant conviction you can muster, “If you think this is good, imagine me as your running mate.”
The next night, the big night, when Donald Trump stands on his platform at Mount Rushmore, when the bombers and pyrotechnics and mask-free delegates roar, you’ll be standing right there, holding his hand above his head before a grateful state and a bedazzled nation.
Republican National Convention—We’re On It™. Kristi, this is your moonshot. Bring the convention to South Dakota!
It should be a no-brainer for Covid Kristi. Plus, the big selling point: by bringing in all the covidiots from all over the country, this Convention could kill off a lot of South Dakota Republicans!
Well written, Mr. H. Well written. I especially like the part where you mock the President for calling people names. He is, after all, just another out-of-state name-caller, isn’t he?
Many of your ideas bear some serious consideration. grudznick is going to come down on the side against most of them. We, in the Black Hills, don’t really want a bunch more out-of-state name-callers flocking here.
Plus, the scant breakfasting opportunities really can’t support that many more people.
This is perfect. I love it. Well done Cory!
Donald doesn’t own property in South Dakota so he wouldn’t be able to charge both the RNC and the federal government for his visit.
He is, after all, just another out-of-state name-caller, isn’t he?
Start planning Grudzill’a memorial. He tore ioff the blinders and had an epiphany.
Oh, Francis, I’m sure the Trump Organization could identify and execute some sweet real estate deals in and around Rapid City pretty quickly.
Cory,
I know you are correct, yet mark my words the new location will be so he can stay at one of his hotel/golf course compounds; thus being able to make money. Also, the Republican party has no one capable or credible enough to stop him now. The slippery slope is steep.
I love it! to quote the Master of Disguise…. “its just so crazy it just might work!”
Bunker Boy and Covid Kristi would love the RNC Convention in Rapid City – no black people but plenty of scraggly beard, beer belly white ammosexuals.
Great bit of writing, Sir.
Jenny, the demographics are perfect. The Hills are full of Trump’s people… or at least the people he’s somehow convinced, contrary to all of his Manhattan tailored suits and utter aversion to real work, he belongs to.
Yeah Cory, unless Trump Tower Deadwood doesn’t pay it’s mineral title search. Can you say; “Gypsum”?(:
No! Don’t let him stink up the Game Lodge. Or Custer Park. Or even the Alex, though I imagine it’s had its share of Icky Rich Folk farts over the years. I don’t care if he visits Rushmore; the visitor area was ruined long ago anyway when they took down all the hominess of it and made it look like some sterile grand-concrete-visitor-area-monument.
Well writ, CH.
https://www.rawstory.com/2020/06/organizers-decided-they-wont-socially-distance-at-trumps-july-4th-celebration-in-south-dakota/
We don’t need no stinking social distancing, pansies!
Mike, I just don’t know what to say to such blind, stubborn cultish devotion. Ick.
I dearly hope my relatives in the Hills pass on it.
Well, they’re sort of social distancing: they’re limiting the number of people who can sit with Il Duce and the Snow Queen to 7,500, chosen by lottery. Everyone has to pay $1 to enter the lottery, but lottery winners get to park for free at the monument.
Cory,
Will this event be a campaign event for Trump, Rounds, Dusty, Noem? What campaign finance violations are most likely? Asking for a friend. Who am I kidding, I am asking for myself as I have no friends.
Park for free? Unbelievable. The crony exemption/exception administration.
Francis-funy;)
In this election run-up Tsitrian’s excellent SD Standard blog features two great guest-editorials. Thx to Troy Heinert and Jay Davis. Thank you