Deus ex Machina: who will be the Dem nominee?
English ‘god from the machine’) is a plot device whereby a seemingly unsolvable problem in a story is suddenly and abruptly resolved by an unexpected and seemingly unlikely occurrence, typically so much as to seem contrived. Its function can be to resolve an otherwise irresolvable plot situation, to surprise the audience, to bring the tale to a happy ending, or act as a comedic device.
Now, with the definition dealt with, let me explain, dear gentles, what I mean. By this I mean the solution to the 2019 Dem Presidential Klown Kavalcade. With greater than 20 Bozos competing, one might think a hog-calling contest would be more appropriate. (Bias note: there is of course at least one non-klown in the race, whose initials match those of Trey Gowdy).
Let's discuss briefly a few of the Klowns in the hunt (or hunted--see fall-out from spy gate/sexnet evolving story). First, wounded Bernie for whom I no longer feel the Bern. He clowned himself when kissing the Evil Queen's ring.
Then there is China Joe Botox Biden ("aw, c'mon, man!, you know me"). He is going to continue melting in the summer heat as the overstretched collagen in his face elongates in the heat from previous chemical attacks (besides his rapacity, fraud, racism and being Barry's co-enabler).
Then comes "mi nombre es Beto" from west Texas close to the non-existent border of El Paso (or at least it's the border Beto wishes wouldn't exist, as he has a fondness for eating Mexican dirt and showing his passport to get a delicious dust sandwich is just too tedious.)
Then there is the Camel, about whom (including all other Klowns) Willie Brown said none could beat Trump. The Camel's mentor--she studied under him it is reported--doesn't think his gal could put out the Trumpian fire.
Spartacus, otherwise known to some as Bathroom Booker strikes one to be about as deep as your standard goldfish bowl. So serious, too. Does he what a joke is--besides his campaign, that is.
Mayor Pete Buttigiggle, some of whose constituents don't even recognize that honky's name, who is famous for dehousing people of color in South Bend.
How about Gov. Inslee who looks like a football tackle more middle guard--and about as smart as many post-traumatic encephalopathy football players. His jaw, which protrudes tensely from his face looks like Samson could have used it if Inslee lived back in the day.
Then Pocahontas, a rich old white woman trying to ride a combination of white guilt and vagina-envy into the White House. A 40 year fraud now in the chutzpah spotlight.
I could go on with the list, but hey, I get cramps in my fingers. So, in my unhumble opinion, after a few months of squabbling, falling poll numbers, rising acrimony and failing memories deadlock looms imminent. Who will save the Dem party?
Two possibilities arise.
One, which is more, shall we say, palatable to me is the re-emergence of the Evil Queen herself, lovingly referred to by some as the Klinton Kreature (sp). This may explain why Barry has not endorsed China Joe (although an alternate explanation will soon be proffered). So EQ has started her second money laundering device, called Onward Together. Why the need to replace the glorious Clinton Global Initiative with OT? Hint: it is the same thing which determines the course of most elections.
Of course, it would be absolutely delicious if Killary ran again. It would be hard for Trump to lose California. And AOC could throw NY his way if HRC
waddles runs again.
But the scary possibility is that Michelle Obama might run, being lowered gently from the ceiling, just the Deus descends from the Machina. This of course will have McResisters fired up--a non-white, vagina-possessing candidate with inside experience. Plus the Dems will ensure 90% of the Black vote. Then we get the added pleasure of Barry campaigning for the wife. But will Chicago hot dogs get in the way?*
*for those who do not understand the significance of "Chicago hot dogs", I will be glad to explain.
So, in summation, none of the Kurrent Klowns in the Kavalacade will make the finale. Descending from the heavens will come a female from the Establishment to capture the hearts--and money--of America by becoming POTUS 46.
A gift from the sky. A diamond, one might say.