This was an interesting week for anyone tracking developments out of the White House.
|Ten in the Bed copyright, Teece Aronin|
His hiring, just 10 days prior, sparked the resignation of Press Secretary Sean Spicer, who left mumbling something about too many cooks in the kitchen. Spicer didn't get that quite right; it was too many kooks in the White House - or as Trump calls it, the dump. Spicer is either kicking himself now or rolling over in bed at the luxury resort he has probably dreamed about since last January.
Scaramucci, aka the Mooch, aka the Scar, aka Scary Mucci - but that's in my house - proceeded to threaten people's jobs, tweet and swoon over the view from Air Force One, grant a telephone interview to The New Yorker so vulgar that making sense of the edited quotes was nearly impossible without the use of male, anatomically correct poseable figures.
When Scaramucchi's fed up wife, who had just filed for divorce, gave birth to their baby, Scaramucci wasn't there. He had scuttled both her and his child to the back burner so he could be with his other soon to-be-estranged love, Donald Trump. The two were in Glen Jean, West Virginia for Trump's disastrous speech before the Boy Scouts. Hind sight is 20-20.
Reince Preibus, busy hanging on to his job by his fingernails, was sacked by Trump as White House chief-of-staff thanks to Scaramucchi. Priebus was replaced by General John Kelly. Kelly, no idiot, advised Trump to fire Scaramucci, which Trump did. Sadly for Scaramucci, Trump actually listened to someone for once.
My puppeteer friend, Rob pointed out that there is a character named Scaramouche often seen in Punch and Judy shows. He is usually a thief and is often beheaded by Punch with a slapstick. I'm speechless from all the art imitating life going on in there. And here's an art imitates life prediction: a Netflicks TEN part docudrama starring Rob Lowe.
I can also picture Scaramucci turning up as a talking head on MSNBC, Fox, or CNN; he wouldn't care which way the network leans politically since he disliked Trump before he liked him before he presumably started disliking him again. Or maybe he'll pitch a show of his own to Sirius.
Remember Mark Fuhrman, the detective suspected of planting evidence implicating O.J. Simpson? Fuhrman, the known racist who perjured himself on the stand? He ended up with his own talk show and has been a frequent contributor to shows on Fox News. Fuhrman gets paid for this while people with journalism degrees can't find jobs.
Of course, social media had a field day over Scaramucci. Someone on Face Book wrote a meme comparing him to a fruit fly for getting hired, becoming a father, getting divorced, then getting fired within ten days.
All this hiring, firing and resigning reminds me of a children's song I loved when I was little:
There were 10 in the bed and the little one said, "Roll over, roll over!" So they all rolled over and one fell out. After nine verses, the little one sighs, "Alone at last."
This time life imitated art when John Kelly told everybody to roll over and Scaramucci fell out.