ABC just broke in to my daytime tv with a very welcome news flash. Anthony Scaramucci, that foul-mouthed, cringe-inducing goodfella look-alike sent in from central casting, is out as White House communications director. Couldn’t have happened to a more deserving individual. You know he was bad when even Trump & Co. couldn’t endure his verbal vomit. If he’d been in a movie, people would have called it overacting. That he’s a real person and was actually on staff in the White House however briefly makes me queasy. The stench is still detectable, even here in Denver.
Good riddance. No, make that great, wonderful, marvelous riddance.