I don’t really want to write about Anthony Scaramucci, because I don’t have much to say that everybody else isn’t saying: I’m sure ‘don’t let the screen door hit ya where the good lord split ya’ is already taken, as well as ‘so long, we hardly knew ya’ and ‘another one bites the dust.’ But, it’s what everybody’s talking about, so…
I don’t know if 11 days as press secretary is a record for in and out or not. It might be. But, it’s not like he’s the secretary of state or something. If the press secretary screws up, you can find another press secretary without too much trouble.
The thing is, he shouldn’t have lasted this long. In olden days, in ancient times, like up until about January, an official calling a New Yorker reporter in the middle of the night to inform him that he doesn’t suck his own cock, like Steve Bannon, and that he seriously dislikes Reince Priebus, and that he’s going to fire everybody, would have been grounds for the president to ask for their resignation the next day.
Those days are gone. By accepting Trump, we accept bad language.
And a revolving door of press secretaries, because they are in an impossible position. They are all Baghdad Bob, whether or not they were personally honest people before they took the job (hint: no, they weren’t – that would have disqualified them).
Who will take Scaramucci’s place. We don’t know, but we know something about them already. We know they will be somebody who’s in way over their head. We know they will be somebody who’s willing to say things that aren’t true, and willing to believe things that are not true. It will be somebody as slavishly devoted to Trump as Smithers is to Burns. And, they will be comical. There is no doubt they will be comical.