After I posted that, they divided the dining room up into "South" and "North" for the livestock competitions. The only black person (sample size: ~500) happened to get seated one spot north of the room's Mason-Dixon line. Not a single vacant handicapped space parking lot. A small family, in the act of taking a selfie, accidentally fooled a performer into posing for a picture oriented 180 degrees the opposite direction. No. Booze. Anywhere in the building. Dolly Parton, wtf is wrong with you?? People unable to clap on the beat, and I don't mean some minor rushing or delays. Nowhere close to the appropriate BPM. Not a big deal, if you don't look inbred and/or you're drunk. But please see the previous paragraph. We've gotta send whoever covered those Trump rallies here to do a piece. This is so ripe! Hell, I might write up a small bit myself, later this summer.