A Goodbye Smooch to the Mooch
A few days ago, I had started this blog with the title “Who did the Mooch Smooch”, referring to Anthony Scaramucci’s farewell kiss as he left his introductory press conference (only ten days ago?). I think it was aimed at his lover, President Trump, rather to the press corps or the American people. And why did Trump deserve such adoration? His incredibly insulting speech to the Boy Scouts? His edict on kicking out transgender service members from the military? His threats to Congress? To the Senator from Alaska? To the Senator from Nevada? His humiliation of his Attorney General? Of the Special Counsel? His firing of his press secretary and chief-of-staff? His encouraging of increased police brutality? Or his criminal intention to let Obamacare “implode”?
Personally, I was much more offended by a little-noticed statement in that same press conference than Mooch’s vulgar interview with The New Yorker. In his cynical expression of good wishes to the resigned Sean Spicer, what was his fondest hope? That he would “make alot of money”. Not that he could use his experience to help the American people better understand the political system—but that he could do the only thing that matters to Trumpeteers, cash in. What a crew!
So the Mooch barely outlasted his nemeses (I had to look up the plural of nemesis!) Spicer and Priebus. Live by the sword, die by the sword, Anthony. You accomplished your suicide mission.
And, once again, the pundits are predicting: The White House chaos will NOW be reined in by the military disciplined Marine Corps general, John Kelly. No one else could: Lewandowski, Manafort, Bannon, Priebus, Jared, Ivanka, Melania. But NOW, the domestic agenda would be orderly, the foreign policy would be rational, normality would return.