The breathless charade, otherwise known as Donald Trump’s search for a veep, is a perfect setting for his need  to prevail over others  in his realm.  Even staid CNN described the theatrics as  “drama” and  “intrigue”.  Trump could have written those words himself.  In short order, he has created a group of celebrity supplicants who are prepared to give up their souls to be on Trump’s team.  He’s  a control freak whose ego swells with every photo-op as he rises to deliver America from evil.

By mid-week, his A-list had included ex-House Speaker Newt Gingrich, a tattered hitchhiker these days for anything promising TV coverage;  former New York City Mayor Rudy Giuliani, whose off-ramp affair as a married man was never a closely guarded secret; Gov. Chris Christie of New Jersey, a roly poly guy  who stopped traffic with his  schemes; and Indiana Gov. Mike  Pence , who is said to have deep religious convictions that would clash with Trump’s soaring ideas about  manhood.

Yes, a charade.  One of the articles of faith among seasoned politicians over the years is  that running mates can’t  really  help a candidate, but should be chosen on the assumption that they won’t hurt you.  After John McCain agreed to share some of the stage with Sarah Palin, it made any choice  possible.  In her own way, she was bizarrely entertaining, if not particularly profound.

CNN may have gotten it right in its coverage of the Trump search.   Yes, drama and intrigue in Trump’s game.  But I, for one, would prefer to wait for the movie.

Trump’s VP charade