You can understand why half the Democratic Party was Smurf morphing, turning blue from holding their breath for fear of what color fire would be breathed when the woman who never really stopped running for President, even when confronted with the inevitability of simple math, got up to speak.

Funny things can happen when you give a torch to a woman scorned. Not all of them good. Especially a woman burned by two philandering pretty boy Democrats who is now being asked to swallow her flame of ambition center stage in front of the entire country.

What’s that old adage: never get in a match- throwing contest while standing in a pool of crude? She could have used that torch to burn down the whole house with everyone still in it, or shove it up somebody’s gas tank or rally the villagers with it, while passing out pitchforks to storm the gleaming castle on the hill. So the assembled masses breathed a sigh of relief when the blaze orange pant- suited woman in question didn’t just pass the torch but lit it with the reflected heat of the passion of her 18 million ceiling crackers.

That sigh of relief was especially loud in the Aaron Thompson household of Billings, Montana, where a guy who’s going to speak on Thursday watched as well. The biggest question rolling through the Pepsi Center was “Why didn’t she give this speech earlier?” Maybe she’ll have a chance to give it again. In 8 or 4 years. But for now, the Denver visitors just hope that now the torch has been passed, the guy taking it up grabs the right end.

The unspoken sentiment around here right now, is he and his party might want to put some of that heat in their belly. It takes a bonfire.

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