“Mr. Peanut Welcomes You to the Republican National Convention.” Well, why not. Colonel Sanders did no less for the Democrats and those blue plastic bags provided a nifty repository for all those things delegates had to carry around with them between hotels and the convention center. Someday, those bags might be collector's items. People can tell their grandchildren – “Yep, got my Mr. Peanut bag back at the big convention of '72, the last one ever held in old Miami Beach.”
The last one, at least, if the folk of Miami Beach have any say about it. Not only did the rowdy non-delegates screw up their streets with crowds and then tear gas, but the delegates themselves holed up in their air-conditioned hotel rooms or someplace and hardly spent enough to make the bars profitable.
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