Say What You Will About Anthony Scaramucci, But He's Driving Trump BUGF*CK

As we write this, the president has sent 21 tweets or retweets in the last hour. That number is certain to change, as this morning's manic episode approaches its climax. One thing he hasn't tweeted so far is the news that he's a grandfather again, as Eric and Lara Trump welcomed another spawn into the world last night. That might change, of course. It's just that Grandpa Baby Shits has bigger and better priorities, as he is a very important man -- like starfuckingFox News personalities and whining about his crowd sizes and retweeting his own batshit conspiracy theories about Google stealing votes from him and retweeting Geraldo saying "Ha ha" in response to his tweet from last night, when he promised not to build a gaudy tasteless gold trash palace in the middle of Greenland, which, because he is an absolute fucking idiot, is a thing he still thinks he might be allowed to buy (and then default on the loan most likely).

Oh yeah, and Vanky is on vacay. That got a retweet, but not "Eric and Lara bumblefucked a baby into existence."

But what Trump seems most upset about -- though it's hard to tell, because his resting state is pretty much flinging his diarrhea at clouds and calling it tremendous -- is Anthony Scaramucci, who just insists on being mean to him right now.

Yep, just one of the 78,865 (we are estimating) "best people" Trump has hired and then quit-fired, because Trump can't run a business or a White House to save his little mushroom dick. Also it is funny that Ronna ROMNEY McDaniel is debasing herself further by mean-tweeting about Scaramucci in service of King Yeti Pubes, and by "funny" we mean "Say your real last name out loud, Ronna, WE DARE YOU. Oh wait, are you not allowed?"

He was whining about the Mooch last night:

Cool, somebody made Trump a GOTCHA! video of Anthony Scaramucci saying nice things about Dear Leader, because Dear Leader is very sensitive and his feelings get hurt easily and if he ever for one second confronted the reality of his own fraudulent existence, he'd probably collapse into a pile of Big Macs and regret and forthwith expire from shame. This is all very normal.

And of course Trump was upset about Scaramucci during his daytime Monday Twitter-Potty Time:

Scaramucci published a new op-ed in the Washington Post last night, which we imagine is contributing to at least 89 percent of the leader of the free world's current syphilis dementia temper tantrum. Here's a chunk of it:

This isn't a Road to Damascus moment; my concerns have been building publicly for a while. And I'm not seeking absolution. I just want to be part of the solution. The negatives of Trump's demagoguery now clearly outweigh the positives of his leadership, and it is imperative that Americans unite to prevent him from serving another four years in office. [...]

For those paying attention, my public criticism of the president has been mounting over the past two years. His response to the neo-Nazi march in Charlottesville was repellent. I was appalled by the administration's child-separation policy along the southern border. His ranting about the news media as the "enemy of the people" was dangerous and beyond the pale. But the final straw came last month when Trump said on Twitter that four congresswomen — all of them U.S. citizens, and three native-born — should "go back and help fix the totally broken and crime infested places from which they came."

While it's difficult and embarrassing to admit my errors in judgment, I believe I still have the ability to make amends. [...]

I challenge my fellow Republicans to summon the nerve to speak out on the record against Trump. Defy the culture of fear he has created, and go public with the concerns you readily express in private. Hold on to your patriotism, and help save the country from his depredations. And to members of the so-called resistance, please leave room on the off-ramp for those willing to admit their mistakes.

Perhaps that sentence we bolded is the most important part. Dear Republicans: Say about America's unelected fuckstain that which you say amongst yourselves. We have a feeling Scaramucci knows exactly who he's talking to right there, too. Maybe he even has receipts.

And while some might see the last sentence -- asking for grace from those of us who understood Trump from the beginning, and didn't need several years to assess that Donald Trump is America's greatest national security threat -- as self-serving, we'd also note that if we don't give people an opportunity to change, then why the fuck are we yelling at them to change in the first place?

What we care about here is that this is making Donald Trump FUCKING CRAZY, to the point that he's apparently using the White House staff to seed stories to wingnut media about how Scaramucci was abusive during his 11-day reign of terror, which, as George Conway points out, is pretty rich, considering that Trump has been literally and credibly accused of rape and sexual abuse by multiple women. (And no, we don't want to talk about the George 'n' Kellyanne Show and what that is all about right now. He's calling Trump a rapist on Twitter, so we should let the man share his thoughts.)

As for the Mooch, while we're not about to call him some kind of Christian martyr for what he's doing right now -- he's not -- we would also note that he's taking it all in stride.

We hope he's sincere.

And if he's not, we can at least enjoy watching him inflict pain on Dumbfuck McOrange, and what's more patriotic than that?

[Washington Post]

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