BILLINGSGATE POST: Like Pavlovian dogs, inexplicably connected by their mutual hate for each other, Mitt Romney and President Trump slobber at the feet of destiny as each claim to be the chosen one by an Almighty who probably wishes neither would use His name to justify the animus they share for each other.
Freddy Fender: “Wasted Day And Wasted Nights”
Wasted days and wasted nights,
I have left for you behind
For you don't belong to me,
Your heart belongs to someone else.
One thing that they do share with equal vigor, but for different reasons, is their disdain for alcohol; Romney, because his religion forbids it, and Trump, because his brother died of his addiction to it. Both claim to have never sullied their respective lips with this evil potion.
Brad Paisley: “Alcohol”
I can make anybody pretty
I can make you believe any lie
I can make you pick a fight
With somebody twice
Donald Trump: Romney would have “dropped to his knees” for my endorsement in 2012.
One can only speculate on what this means. But evidently, Mr. Romney didn’t consider it complimentary.
The other day, Senator Romney attempted to get even for this perceived slight by joining Democrats as the only Republican to vote for Trump’s impeachment.
Bob Dylan: “Positively 4th Street.”
You've got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend
When I was down you just stood there grinnin'
You've got a lotta nerve to say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on the side that's winnin'
Slim: “Can’t they just sit down over a cocktail and work this out.”
Dirty: “Yo, Dude. Evidently you didn’t read the fine print.”