I get my delegate credentials in a couple of hours so I have time to bring you up to date. Bubba and I got here last night amid much wet midget people running around overloaded on ice cream and moose ears. It seems that the Texas delegation is staying at a water theme park on Labor Day weekend. It’s a nice place but a magic show with rug rats covering the floor did not lend itself to adult celebration.

The big talk here (Montana is also staying here) is what a delightfully charming disaster the Republican convention was. Seriously, after Clint Eastwood left the stage, they qualified for FEMA help. After Rubio left the stage, some optioning “Four More Years” signs for the the Romney campaign just lost his life savings.

After Romney left the stage, they turned out the lights because the Party is over.

So this morning, they gave us this nifty little convention guide that fits in your wallet. It folds out with the convention schedule and maps and the bus routes.

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Caucuses start tomorrow!

Paul Ryan is a stinker. A fibbing stinker.

Now he’s become Rosie Ruiz with a strange haircut.

Ryan’s claim of an under three hour marathon turned out to be a honkin’ lie.

Turns out that Ryan’s three hour marathon turned out to be over four hours and was called The Grannies Marathon. And it was 20 years ago. He hasn’t run since then. Except, for course, for now – when the truth his chasing his butt.