(You know the expression: “The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.” Well, they went awry on The Curmudgeon on Monday. As you know by now, tough guy-legend-in-his-own-mind Anthony Scaramucci is now the former White House communications director, failing to last even ten days on the job. But what a ten days they were! The Curmudgeon, alas, had sat down last weekend and churned out four pieces about Scaramucci for this space – a veritable Anthony Scaramucci festival. The first of those pieces appeared Monday and the second yesterday, and The Curmudgeon’s not going to let perfectly good (and snarky) material go to waste, so there’s a new item today, below, and there will be one more piece on Thursday. Think of them not as irrelevant and outdated (or as a sign of The Curmudgeon’s laziness) but as a tribute to an exceeding unusual development in the very troubled Trump administration: a rare exercise of sound judgment. Enjoy)
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Last week, late night talk show host Seth Meyers described new White House communications director Anthony Scaramucci as “a human pinky ring.” That left The Curmudgeon and Mrs. Curmudgeon laughing out loud.
But when you listen to Scaramucci talk, when you take in the absolute and fawning worship he expresses for Donald Trump, when you hear him describe the ferocity of his misguided effort to root out all the leakers in his own communications shop when you know that the real problem is the leakers in the defense and intelligence communities and not the gossip-mongers and hairdressers in the White House communications office, and when you come to appreciate his absolute lack of readiness and fitness to serve in the position to which he has been appointed, you realize that Scaramucci really isn’t there to serve as Donald Trump’s White House communications director.
He’s there to serve as Donald Trump’s Luca Brasi.
(P.S. And we all know what happened to Luca Brasi.)