NEVADA GOP CONVENTION: DISPATCH FROM THE FRONT
I know revolutions can be ugly, but the theater of the
absurd on display yesterday at the Nevada Republican Party convention in
beautiful, downtown Sparks, Nevada took banal inanity to the extreme. Indeed, even a poor, innocent hotdog vendor
became a casualty of the Russell
Crowe Convention…where the Ron Paul-aligned delegates insisted on fighting
Indeed, one of the first orders of business was forcing a
vote on removing the convention chairman who they had already voted to elect to
oversee the scrum. Somehow the motion
failed…perhaps some of the Ron Paul folks realized that if they got rid of this
convention chair, no one else would be insane enough to agree to replace him.
Seriously, even the most innocuous, meaningless, inane
matters were challenged by pointless “points of order,” points of inquiry” and
even some newly-discovered “points of interests.” It was Mike Weber on steroids.
Longtime convention attendees know Mr. Weber for his
insufferable soapbox grandstanding over arcane Robert’s Rules and absurd
interpretations of the party’s bylaws.
Wanna know just how bad things were yesterday? Weber was, comparatively speaking, a voice of
reason and moderation. He was a piker
compared the newly-minted Pauliamentarian wannabes who showed up en masse to
force their will upon the Romney-led establishment GOP.
But here’s the thing: On the occasional substantive
challenge, the Paul folks were in the right.
And they won.
For example, for some reason the convention organizers
neglected to set aside an area where guests and other non-delegates would be
separate from those actually credentialed to participate. The legitimate point was raised that guests
seated among delegates could participate in voicing “ayes” and “nays” without
anyone knowing it.
In fact, that issue was at the root of some three hours
worth of arguments, objections, yelling and shouting over what should have been
the simple process of determining the official number of credentialed delegates
who would be allowed to participate, you know, officially.
To his credit, new GOP Chairman Michael McDonald - who has been on the job for all of 13 days
and essentially has nothing official to do with the convention – insisted on recessing
the meeting for lunch and clearing the room so that the credential dispute
could be resolved away from the microphones and angry hordes.
And that’s when the hotdog vendor got it.
Down in the sports bar a very nice woman was selling hotdogs
and a cup of Coke for $2.50. She was pouring the cups of Coke from 16 oz.
bottles. Well, this guy decked out
head-to-toe in Ron Paul apparel, buttons and stickers decided that the $2.50
should include the WHOLE bottle of Coke, not just a cup of Coke and made a huge
stink over it, much to the consternation of the rest of us starving souls in
I thought the poor lady was ready to clock him with the
relish bucket. Some people, I guess, just can’t help being jerks.
Anyway, by the time the convention reconvened, security at
the doors had been tightened and guests were corralled in a pen set up in the
back of the room next to the media table. And with the official credentialing
out of the way, it was time to adopt the official rules for the convention.
Rules? What rules? We
don’t need no stinkin’ rules!
Another 2 to 3 hours of stupid, ridiculous, inane,
meaningless arguments, objections and points of order - often by people who
would make a braying jackass look like a Miss Manners Sunday school girl.
With the avoidable and unnecessary pain and agony over who
the official participants were, where the bystanders were to be sequestered,
and the rules by which the Butch
Cassidy Republicans and Harvey Logan Republicans would fight under settled,
it was game on.
The most entertaining – actually, the ONLY entertaining
aspect of the entire meeting, was watching Republican National Committeewoman
Heidi Smith metaphorically dousing herself with a 55-gallon drum of gasoline
and flicking her Bic.
It was vintage Heidi Smith.
“If I can’t have these mashed potatoes, nobody can. So let me burn the village down to save it.”
Smith, of Washoe County, was being challenged by Carol Del
Carlo of Washoe County and Dianna Orrock of Clark County. And she has been a friendly, if not loyal,
supporter of the Ron Paul folks for the past four years. As such, I suspect she assumed she would have
She assumed wrong…and it quickly became apparent that the
Paul crowd’s pick was Orrock.
So in her re-election campaign speech, Smith threw Paul
under the bus; telling the gathered gaggle that Mitt Romney was the only way to
defeat Barack Obama (“that damned socialist!”), and even went so far as to hold
up a Mitt Romney sign before sitting down to a chorus of boos.
It was a thing of beauty to behold. I mean, you do not get to witness a political
suicide in person and in real time every day.
But what made Smith’s performance even more interesting was
the fact that while stabbing the Ron Paul folks in the back, she inadvertently
(or maybe advertently) stabbed Republican National Committeeman Bob List, who
was being challenged by Interim party chief James Smack, in the heart. And here’s where those pesky rules come into
play and why they are often argued in such life-and-death terms.
According to the party’s bylaws, the state’s National
Committeewoman and National Committeeman cannot come from the same county. In addition, the bylaws stipulate that at
this year’s convention the election for the National Committeewoman would take
place before the election of the
List is from Clark County.
And in poking the Paul folks in the eye, Smith pretty much assured that
Orrock would win more than the 50%-plus-one needed to avoid a run-off with Del
Carlo. As such, if Orrock was elected
List would become ineligible under party rules no matter how the voting turned
When the smoke cleared and the balloting completed (another
major-league fuster-cluck in and of itself), Orrock had indeed won by a large
majority. And even though List then
became ineligible, the inevitable fight over his eligibility became moot after
Smack also smoked List by a large margin.
The Ron Paul insurgents had taken on the establishment and
won. Handily. Smith: KIA.
List: KIA. Mission accomplished.
Alas, the war dragged on.
For some insane reason, the convention organizers neglected to print up
ballots for the national convention delegate race in advance…even though they
were using BLANK BALLOTS.
Making matters worse, the hotel printer being used to print
the ballots that should have been printed well in advance…broke.
But at least there was a silver lining to this particular
SNAFU. Since nothing could be done until
new ballots were somehow printed up, some of us were able to retire to the bar
and watch the entire Floyd Mayweather/Miguel Cotto fight…in which real blood
Somewhere around the nine o’clock hour, the convention was
called back into session with the balloting for national delegates completed. Exhausted from a day of mind-numbing
absurdity, a motion was made to recess the convention until the next
morning. The Ron Paul army was having
none of it. Motion crushed. Onward.
What transpired next was a pointless, meaningless, unnecessary
and ridiculously absurd fight over a pair of bylaws changes that had actually
been proposed in the previous convention but had not been voted upon.
Now here’s just how stupid this whole entire exercise
After considerable debate, discussion and argument over the
pair of minor changes – one simply required that the minutes from party meetings
be made available to members (duh) – both measures were approved separately and
individually with nary a dissenting vote from either camp.
At which point some numbnut decided the rules required that
the pair of changes be approved together in the form of a vote to approve the
report of the Bylaws Committee which put forward the changes that had just been
So a motion was made to adopt the report which contained the
two minor changes which had just been pretty much unanimously approved. Piece of cake, right? Nothing to see here. Move along.
“All those in favor of adopting the report say aye.”
“All those opposed say nay.”
“The ayes have it.”
“Mr. Chairman, I call for a division of the house.”
At which point the chair asked all those in favor to
“Now all those opposed stand. Thank you.”
The ayes have it.”
“Mr. Chairman, I call for an actual count.”
“Shoot him!!” (That
was me; I couldn’t help myself)
But you know, the guy was right.
It was the *opinion* of the chair that the ayes had it in
the voice vote. And it was the *opinion* of the same chair that the ayes had it
in the visual division of the house. But
it was close either way and the only way to know definitely and objectively was
to conduct an actual head count.
And many, many MANY minutes later the count showed that
indeed, the nays, not the ayes, had prevailed.
Another Paul victory.
But for what?
The bottom line result: The Paul folks successfully voted
down the approval of a report including nothing more than just the two minor
changes they had already voted in favor of.
It was now pushing midnight.
My head hurts. I need a
Mercifully, the chief Ron Paul organizer decided that
midnight was, in fact, late enough, and made a motion to recess until 9:00 a.m.
Sunday morning. With no debate, the body
agreed. So the circus doors are now
re-opened…and like the masochist I am, I’m heading down for a couple more hours
of abuse as the most contentious matters finally take the stage:
Platform and Resolutions.
Does anyone know where that Bloody Mary bar is?
UPDATE: Before heading down to the convention, I just heard the Paul folks have captured 22 of the state's delegates. Romney's forces managed to win just 3 seats. Long live the insurgency!