Katie Couric has left the building. In case she still can't find us on a map, the building from which she departed Sunday -- along with the biggest stars in the media firmament -- was the Xcel Energy Center in St. Paul, where the 2008 Republican Convention could turn out to be as exciting as a model railroaders convention in February.
Whooo-hooo.
Upstaged by God, the GOP has dialed it down to pint-size pachyderms. The Big Foots aren't coming or already left.
Hey, media! We've been planning this party for two years! Could you at least stay till dessert? We've already confiscated many buckets of urine! Hey! Come back! Please?
We're here all week.
Hurricanes don't hit Minnesota, but as Gustav approached the other end of the Mississippi River, Republican knees started knocking. Conventions are exercises in political hot air. They can't compete with real hot air, so the GOP threw up some plywood in St. Paul and shifted to New Orleans, where poor people may lose their homes.
You could take a bus to the foreclosed precincts of north Minneapolis and see the same thing. But hurricanes are good TV. Who were the geniuses who scheduled a Republican convention so close to the anniversary of Katrina, during hurricane season, when the mere mention of the H word might send President Bush and Vice President Dick Cheney running and leave candidate John McCain in the position of being unelected Top Guy?
He did a good job playing president Saturday, calling for prayers and preparation, turning the nation's thoughts to the crisis at hand, vowing to make sure the "mistakes of Katrina" are not repeated. It was good to have someone in charge.