Anthony Scaramucci, the man who promised “dramatic action” on being hired as President Trump’s communications director, has delivered spectacularly by getting himself fired ten days after his appointment.
Scaramucci, who caused even the most indifferent of White House correspondents to sit up like small children on Christmas Day with his fruity language and harsh analysis of the abilities of his boss’s team, has gone because the new Chief of Staff, retired Marine General John Kelly, seems to have had no time for Mr Scaramucci’s tasselled-loafer, mirrored-aviator shaded, Superman-identifier bullshit.
This is terrible news for everyone who was looking forward to a season of professionally interpreting the former “financier’s” tics, such as pointing with both hands simultaneously in different directions, blowing kisses to the press corps, and tweeting “prayers” to his wife on the occasion of the birth of their child.
Since President Trump’s nod-and-gurn approach to governing the most powerful country in history has already started to feel a little passive, given his inability to get anything done, the idea of having a pistol like Anthony Scaramucci saying one thing with his mouth and the same thing a thousand times over with his body seemed like a once in a lifetime astrological alignment to those wise old birds who are paid to decode these things for the slower amongst us.
Sadly, Mr Scaramucci has gone, and the readers of the political entrails will now have to interpret the dry old leather of General Kelly.
The former communications director though, faces a tricky few hours of American press outlets saying “Scaramucci, we hardly knew ye” before deciding who to sell his memoirs to.