“Embarrassing,” “insulting,”even “shameful,” respected persons were saying about the petulant way City Council candidate Scott Wyant was (mis)treated by the Culver City Democratic Club at last evening’s endorsement meeting.
Whenever Mr. Wyant deigned to speak, presumably discerning club members effectively raised one hand and then turned down all but one digit.
Scripted, baby.
For reasons temporarily unclear, Mr. Wyant – bizarrely, pettily – was frozen out of even minimal consideration for endorsement.
From long before Councilperson Meghan Sahli Wells, Thomas Small and Daniel Lee walked through the doors of the Vets Auditorium, the final score had been chiseled (curious verb choice) into permanence.
Those three were the predetermined winners, even if they had declined to answer all of the questions.
Mr. Wyant was voted Loser of the Night. He does not qualify for membership in the in-crowd. Who knows why?
“Probably because he was the only one of the four with blond hair,” snorted a disgusted woman, a Democrat by birth and lifestyle, who swore she had attended her last Dem Club conclave.
Conversely, it may have been a virginal coincidence that Mr. Small attracted 56 votes out of 60, Ms. Sahli Wells, 55 out of 60, Mr. Lee, 53 out of 60.
Mr. Wyant’s answers were the best of the night, or at worst tied for first. By pre-agreement, evidently, only 8 out of 60 opted for him.
Perhaps coincidence has a new definition.
Mr. Wyant could have essayed a dazzling performance that would have made a Lincoln or a Reagan blush, and he still would have been destined to be treated like a naughty child.
All seven of Mr. Wyant’s responses demonstrated maturity, reflection and diverse seasoning, not to mention an unsurpassed lexicon.
Why were these qualities treated so dismissively?
That is the next chapter in this unfinished drama.
