Toby Harnden of The Daily Mail has some juicy details about frenemies-of-convenience The Donald and Mittens. Now you'll never hear the Daily Mail go 'round repeating gossip, so you better listen close the first time.
Did you ever have an acquaintance in your circle of friends who you didn't really like all that much, but everyone else seemed to make a huge fuss over them, so you decided to ignore your misgivings and hang out with them? Was that acquaintance a little bit loud and mean, talking trash about everyone behind their backs and being argumentative and boorish? Was there a time when you were just too emotionally exhausted to risk pissing that person off, thereby inviting his or her tireless personal invective and attempts at revenge for perceived slights, so you just kept your mouth shut and tried to keep them at arm's length? Something tells me that Donald Trump is that kind of friend: Hypersensitive to insult, convinced of his own self-importance, untrustworthy, quick to brag about his alleged accomplishments, never hesitant to be a bully, and just generally a toxic and exhausting drag of a human being to associate with.
The Romney campaign was quick to woo The Donald when he was perceived to be a Useful Idiot, but apparently quickly regretted the decision. They may not have been aware of the old tale about the camel and the tent. A kindly Arab gentleman was traveling across a desert on camel-back, and, as often happens in these stories, this camel was a talking camel. Each night the Arab fellow would set up a tent and retire within for the night, safe and warm. The camel had to shiver in the cool desert air all night, and eventually he filed a complaint. "Surely," said the camel, in his most ingratiating voice, "if I were to stick my poor cold nose inside the flap of the tent, where it was warm, it would not be a hardship to you." The kindly Arab gentleman felt it would be churlish to refuse such a small request. That night, the camel stuck his nose inside the tent flap and sighed in pleasure at the warmth. The next night, the camel suggested that perhaps it wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience if he were allowed to stick his neck and head in the tent. The Arab fellow felt that this, too, was not too much to ask. There was still some room in the tent, and it was very cold at night. To cut a long story short, eventually the camel wheedles his way completely inside the tent, and the tender-hearted Arab gentleman finds himself shivering outside the tent each night, the camel having been given an inch while taking a mile, and feeling not even a single twinge of conscience that he has, in essence, taken over the Arab's tent.
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