Like they said in the movie, it's happening. The track map now shows Hurricane Isaac exactly atop Tampa Bay at 2 p.m. Monday. The gavel for the Republican National Convention is slated to come down at, believe it or not...2 p.m. Monday.
A couple of things:
1) I hope and pray the hurricane does not strike Tampa but drifts quietly out to sea. True, I'm not the world's biggest fan of the Grand Old Party these days, but that's not the issue. A hurricane kills people, destroys houses, and brings chaos to the lives of folks who do not deserve such suffering. Sure, some people are having some yuks at the expense of the RNC -- I've seen the words "smite" and "smote" more in the last two days than the prior 20 years -- but it seems there's lot of things to make fun of Republicans over that don't involve high winds ripping people's roofs off.
2) That said, the postponement/cancellation of a national political convention would be a big deal because...not a single person would miss it, and that could mean the end of future conventions as we know them, starting in 2016.
There is a solution: Move the RNC to where it should have been all along: Sheldon Adelson's Venetian casino in Vegas (actually, Adelson's casino in Macao would have been better, but as Mitt Romney could tell you, "offshoring" takes time!). After all, Adelson is one of the only three voters Romney and Paul Ryan care about, along with Charles and David Koch. Wouldn't it be great to see the R&R Boys entering the convention on a gondola on one of those fake canals. Todd Akin could paddle.