Debbie Wasserman-Schultz was finally “persuaded” not to step onto the podium in Philadelphia of the Democratic Convention that was meeting to ratify the election outcome that she helped engineer.
If this were a Hollywood movie, producers would be waving scripts in the air while screaming, “Where’s the third act? They took out the third act!”
“Jaws” ain’t over till the Sheriff meets the shark. But that’s not what happened.
At the last moment, an invisible Stage Manager swooped down and snatched the climax to the Democratic Presidential campaign from the hands of the people whose blood sweat & tears made it possible.
The naïve and idealistic, the hoi polloi, the little people wearing forest-green Robin Hood hats with feathers tucked-in at what they hope looks like a jaunty angle.
For subverting America’s already-tattered democratic process, America needed to see Debbie Wasserman-Schultz hear some richly-deserved boos. It’s called getting your just desserts, except it never happens anymore in America to anyone powerful.
The Greeks called it Deus Ex Machina, literally a God from Above.
In the U.S., we just say “we wuz robbed.”