I understand why newly installed White House chief of staff John Kelly demanded the firing of communications director Anthony Scaramucci. It was because Kelly regarded Mooch as a Type-A macho brawler and loose cannon who would draw media fire and create all kinds of trouble for the Trump administration. But for all his deplorable views and sickening loyalty to Orange Orangutan, Mooch was nonetheless great copy and a hugely colorful sonuvabitch.
Scaramucci, bless his pugnacious, finger-poking personality, was Joe Pesci‘s Tommy come back to life. And from this specific, limited and very selfish perspective I’m sorry to see him gone after only ten or eleven days.
Kelly has presumably told President Trump that if he wants him to run things there’s not going to be any more crazy, hair-trigger bullshit and that things will have to settle down and that everyone will have to start behaving like semi-rational adults. Except for Trump, of course.
The N.Y. Times reported this morning that “the decision to remove Mr. Scaramucci, who had boasted about reporting directly to the president, not the chief of staff, John F. Kelly, came at Mr. Kelly’s request, the people said. Mr. Kelly made clear to members of the White House staff at a meeting Monday morning that he is in charge.”
Scaramucci blew himself up with those profane quotes in that Ryan Lizza New Yorker interview, which broke during the middle of last week. Scarmucci’s recent arrival led to the resignation of former press secretary Sean Spicer and then the deep-sixing of Reince Priebus, the president’s first chief of staff. Now it’s Scaramucci’s head bouncing down the steps and onto the grass, his arterial blood spurting and splattering every which way.
There goes my idea of a Martin Scorsese film about Scaramucci….sorry.