Donald Trump has taken Mitt Romney into his oily embrace, and let’s hope it makes Romney’s skin crawl because, if it turns out he actually does like hanging out with The Donald, we should fear for our country. Can you say “Vice President Donald J. Trump?” Kind of burns in the throat, doesn’t it?
To Trump’s list of identities -- real estate shark, casino owner, reality TV star, serial monogamist and grandly self-impressed comb-over king – we can add his stint as the weirdly entertaining clown who refuses to quit the 2012 election circus. After pumping up speculation that he might, himself, become a candidate for president, he now is styling himself as Romney’s chief surrogate while, at the same time, being the loudest voice among the kooks questioning the president’s eligibility to be president.
Earlier this year, Trump hosted Romney and his wife, Ann, at his hotel on the Las Vegas Strip so he could publicly bestow his endorsement in a grand manner. At the time, one had to wonder which was more uncomfortable for the Mormon couple, spending the night in a gambling den or spending five minutes on stage with a pompous windbag. Apparently, neither experience put the Romneys off making a return trip -- and that is what they will do next week when Romney reunites in Vegas with Trump and Newt Gingrich. It’s the Rat Pack reimagined.