There are many ways to view the tortured marriage of inconvenience between Mitch McConnell and Donald Trump. One way is as a metaphor for the classic Aesop's fable about a race between a tortoise and a hare.
McConnell is obviously the tortoise – wags even note his resemblance to a turtle. He is the laconic leader of the traditional, conservative, establishment wing of the Republican Party.
Hair Trump is obviously the hare. He is the bombastic leader of a shoot from the hip, take no prisoners, reactionary fringe element of that Party, though it's hard to view it as a fringe element, since their candidate won the Party's nomination for the highest office in the land.
McConnell is a plodder and a plotter, a man who prefers to remain behind the scenes and operate at something approaching a glacial pace, a man whose every action is preceded by thoughtful analysis, a man who habitually proceeds with extreme caution.
Trump is a tap-dancer and a romancer, a man who is always onstage and is always and only in the moment, a man who prides himself on being "high energy" – though he acts more like a man who's simply high on something, a man who shoots off his mouth without thinking and has not the least compunction about contradicting himself moments later.
One suspects McConnell views Trump as a fad, a fashion, a dalliance with a charming but ultimately disappointing date. He's betting that in the long run, Republicans will tire of Shallow Hair, and return to the fold. Or to put it as Aesop did long ago, he's betting that slow and steady will win the race.
Who will win the race, the tortoise or the hare? Results from last night's elections seem to hint at another possible outcome – both may lose the race to a donkey.
©2017 Tom Cordle