The sad, strange death of CPAC

I realized CPAC was dead the morning of the first day. It would take a while to examine the corpse fully, but the smell of decay was unmistakable. One sign was perhaps the Dallas location of the body; while Big D is my hometown and a wonderful city, it’s removed from the palace intrigue of the D.C. elite, where this conference usually takes place. There’s also a concerted effort to expand the brand into new markets, such as Hungary and the U.K. CPAC Angola might be around the corner; who knows? Two well-dressed ladies in designer shoes, Mersedeh Shahinkar and Raheleh Amiri by name, were onstage. Their titles were “Victims of the Ayatollah,” and they explained in broken English why the U.S. should bomb their