Oh boy, it's the 'My Dinner With Mittens' sequel nobody asked for!

Here is a thing that happened: Le Viscompte Willard Mittens de Romnei declared his candidacy Friday for the US Senate seat that Utah Republican Orrin Hatch is leaving behind, and Donald Trump, putting behind him all those mean things he said about le pauvre Mitt, that loser who should have won in 2012, took a moment away from yelling about the fake Russia investigation to endorse Romney via Twitter, albeit perhaps not with the greatest enthusiasm ever:

Trumpers weren't at all happy, although that's neither here nor there for our purposes. But they really were displeased:

It was certainly a change from the heated days of the 2016 campaign, when Romney accused Trump of "playing the American public for suckers" and said Trump had "neither the temperament nor the judgment to be president." Trump, of course, called Romney, over and over, a "choke artist" who should have easily beaten Barack Obama, especially since Romney had "begged" Trump for an endorsement. Which, by the by, isn't how we remember it as all, although choking on his own bile and going through with it may just have been Romney's way of begging.

But yesterday, oh my, everything was just peachy again, like that time after the election when Trump enticed Mittens to have dinner with him and pretended it was a real interview for secretary of State. Because after all, you don't just turn down the "president's" endorsement do you? Of course not! At least, not if you are Mitt Romney: You kiss ass like a good boy and present your hinder for any kicking Trump may wish to do:

But wouldn't you know it, the internet, like Pepperidge Farm, remembers:

It's all just another turn in the endless garbage dance between Romney and Trump -- even though Trump had lobbied Hatch to run for reelection to keep Romney out of the Senate, and Romney had often viewed Trump with the well-bred disdain he usually reserved for some rough fellow who used the wrong fork. But hey, a guy has to do what a guy has to do, especially if that guy is Mitt Romney:

The star-crossed bromance continues, and we can hardly wait for Trump to assume that he now owns Romney and can get back to the fun job of torturing him like yet another subordinate. And for Mitt to smile and say it sure is an honor, Mr. President.

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[Daily Beast / Photo by Gage Skidmore, Creative Commons license 2.0]