So it looks like Donald Trump is going with Indiana Governor Mike Pence as his running mate, rather than his hairstylist, as I previously predicted. For now, I’ll stick with “looks like” for the simple reason that Trump is known to flipflop endlessly and loves to cry out, “You’re fired!” Besides, nothing’s set until the convention votes.
More fascinating to watch in the short term is what happens with rumored bridesmaids New Jersey Governor Chris Christie and former House Speaker Newt Gingrich. Will Trump file suit against them on some pretext? The mere figure he’d name would be telling or at least amusing. Will they even stick with him in the coming campaign, or will they distance themselves in the name of preserving whatever political capital they assume they still possess? Yes, the glamor of being courted must have been intoxicating, but the rejection would seem to seal their careers as passe and outdated. Tarnished. Well, used merchandise, as folks used to say, back in the constipated era Trump keeps invoking.
As for Pence? All eyes are watching. Well, maybe not at the convention. That part of the story suspense has already been spoiled. There go the ratings. Maybe the networks will interrupt with some big announcement from Hillary Clinton or, better yet, President Obama. Just what was Trump thinking, anyway? Maybe he wasn’t such a great television genius after all. Or does he have some “reality” shtick still up his sleeve?
Pence, uh? Like Trump-Pence? Well, I have been running this year with a political theme of “Trumpets of the Coming Storm,” based on a line by John Greenleaf Whittier. Maybe now it morphs into “Trump-Pence of the Coming Storm.” Or “two pence,” as in cheap.