Well, since the OP specifies that I have the time to do it, I guess I would. Somebody has to make sure there are beans in the chili, and **Silenus **can’t be trusted to tend to that detail…
I’d only come to Nebraska if someone paid for my trip, even though I could afford it. I might attend if it was fairly close, within a couple hours drive.
I would go and bring the beans.
Heck yeah.
Abso-freakin’-lutely. I’ve never been to Nebraska before (we drove all around it, but managed to miss it completely).
I would show up (at my own expense) just to find out what it feels like when 3/4 of you all punch me in the face. I’d ask for your help in supplying enough top shelf tequila for everyone, though.
I take it you’ve pissed off a lot of people here?
Without hesitation. Sounds like fun.
Surely we’ve got actual lottery winners on this diverse board. Why hasn’t this happened yet? C’mon – chop chop!
I’ve been to Nebraska. One day, I spent two weeks there. 
Seriously, I’d probably attend.
Hey, if you’re paying, I’m there.
But I want it in…oh, how about Paris? Ooh, or a remote Pacific island?
I’d go to Nebraska for a WWDF (Worldwide Dopefest).
I would hope that there would be stages set up for Dopers to demonstrate / perform in the area of their expertise. I’m thinking a music stage for all of the musicians, a cooking demo (Johnny L.A and others), maybe some DIY demos from our resident handyfolk and car guys. This could be a lot of fun and illustrate the fight against ignorance.
Fighting ignorance is well and good, but a far more worthy and epic undertaking for this group would be a multi-day Toga Party.
I’d come if it was in Phoenix. Probably also if it was in Flagstaff. If it was in Tucson, I might hold my nose and come. Anywhere else, sorry.
I’ve had the same thoughts. I figured if I ever win the 200 million dollar lottery, I’d hold it in Chicago.
Sure - we’ll pick you up on the way down. 
I’m imagining a huge, empty, grain field, filled with tens of thousands of people who’ve never met, all milling around as a vast sea of undifferentiated humanity, waiting in endless, loosely moderated lines for food that inevitably is not about what it promises to be, each one fruitlessly trying to figure out something to do that could justify coming all this way, desperately butting into conversation after conversation that is either so annoyingly obscure as to be pointless, or simply monopolized by two people hopelessly locked into ever more self-referential polemics…
Kind of like Burning Man with all the fun surgically removed.
::checks list::
Shall we mark you down to bring a keg? 
No, no, no. It would all be indoors with tables to sit, tables full of food and drink, plenty of space to walk and mingle. Oh, and everybody would be wearing name tags with their doper names on them.
May I suggest Madeira? Lovely place any time of year, I hear.
I’m there. Why the hell not?