Laughing at Trump provides a welcome break from worrying about his policies. But the global amusement at this latest drama is terrible for Americaby Steve Bloomfield / August 1, 2017 / Leave a comment
There have been few political events in recent years that have been truly funny, so thank you Anthony Scaramucci—or ‘the Mooch’, as you insist on referring to yourself—for providing so many in such a short space of time. Your sacking last night brought to a close the most entertaining 10 days of the normally terrifying Donald Trump presidency.
To recap on The Mooch’s short time in the role: within hours of his appointment he had forced the resignation of his press secretary, Sean Spicer. By day three, he was threatening to fire all leakers—while simultaneously leaking information himself. On day four his son was born, a moment he missed because he chose to spend the day with Trump. He sent his wife a text message saying “Congratulations. I’ll pray for our child”. He marked day seven by flaunting his communications professionalism with a long, profanity-filled rant down the line to a New Yorker journalist where he called the White House Chief of Staff a “fucking paranoid schizophrenic, a paranoiac”, while reassuring the astonished hack that he was “not trying to suck my own cock”—unlike, he said, the president’s most important advisor, Steve Bannon. On day eight, it was reported that his wife was filing for divorce.
On day 10, he was sacked. (Technically, it wasn’t day 10—he wasn’t officially supposed to start his job until 15th August, which leaves open the possibility that the poor guy won’t even be paid.)