The Republican National Convention: like the Olympic Games, it comes but once every four years. In these times of plague, the event was a mostly virtual affair. We couldn’t be there on the ground in D.C. taking psychoactive drugs, but we did the next best thing. We watched it all, completely sober and alone. We consumed ten hours of straight-up garbage on C-SPAN to present our humble analysis. So cosplay your favorite conservative icon, grab yourself some Iowa-grown corn, and enjoy our rundown of this year’s Republicon.