If you hit Donald J. Trump with unjust or untrue accusations, you’d better prepare to be hit back ten times harder. That’s precisely what happened to Trump’s White House communications director, Anthony Scaramucci, who lasted only 11 days on the job.
President Trump doesn’t suffer fools easily, and Anthony Scaramucci has definitely been proving he’s a first-class fool lately. The guy who chose to be with President Trump instead of his wife when she was giving birth to their first child, would like everyone to believe he’s a good guy, who suddenly had a burst of consciousness, at just about the same time he decided to write a book about President Trump, for profit. The book, “Trump, The Blue-Collar President,” focuses primarily on how President Trump’s economic policies have helped the middle-class worker or the “forgotten man,” and how they trusted him and helped him to win the presidency. But it’s Scaramucci’s sudden decision to turn on President Trump that has everyone scratching their heads.
This morning, Anthony Scaramucci appeared on CNN to discuss his decision to put together a coalition of former Trump Cabinet officials to denounce the President ahead of the 2020 election.
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Scaramucci is not exactly known for his exceptional writing skills.
In 2017, The Daily Beast wrote about Scaramucci’s skills as an author, saying:
Anthony Scaramucci has some colorful opinions about his co-workers. He called White House Chief of Staff Reince Priebus a “paranoid schizophrenic.” “I’m not Steve Bannon,” the White House’s new communications director told The New Yorker’s Ryan Lizza in an unhinged rant this week. “I’m not trying to suck my own cock.”
That’s some fancy swearing for a biker bar, much less the White House. But Anthony Scaramucci doesn’t follow any rules, not even the rules he wrote for success.
In addition to being the White House communications director, a hedge-fund manager, a conference-thrower, a Harvard Law graduate, a Fox Business talking head, a Goldman Sachs alum, and a fancy gesticulator, Scaramucci is the author of three self-help books. You might say he wears many hats if the hats weren’t so guaranteed to mess up his architectural hair.
Scaramucci’s writings are the sort of tepid airport business reads that are so aggressively meaningless and derivative that they make the reader worse at writing, and possibly worse at thinking.
Scaramucci’s writings are the sort of tepid airport business reads that are so aggressively meaningless and derivative that they make the reader worse at writing, and possibly worse at thinking.
