The Scaramucci Files (Part 4 of 4)

(You know the expression:  “The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.”  Well, they went awry on The Curmudgeon on Monday.  As you know by now, tough guy-legend-in-his-own-mind Anthony Scaramucci is now the former White House communications director, failing to last even ten days on the job.  But what a ten days they were!  The Curmudgeon, alas, had sat down last weekend and churned out four pieces about Scaramucci for this space – a veritable Anthony Scaramucci festival.   The first of those pieces appeared Monday the second Tuesday, and the third yesteday, and The Curmudgeon’s not going to let perfectly good (and snarky) material go to waste, so there’s a fourth and final item today, below.  Think of them not as irrelevant and outdated (or as a sign of The Curmudgeon’s laziness) but as a tribute to an exceeding unusual development in the very troubled Trump administration:  a rare exercise of sound judgment.  Enjoy)    

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The Oxford online dictionary defines “hyperbole” as “exaggerated statements or claims not meant to be taken literally.”

Hyperbole, meet Anthony Scaramucci.

When Scaramucci called The New Yorker’s Ryan Lizza and Lizza had the audacity to write about that conversation, what got most people’s attention was the profanity, the accusations about now-banished White House chief of staff Reince Priebus, and the suggestion that Steve Bannon possesses, well, a higher degree of physical flexibility than most of us would expect of a man his age.

That’s what caught most people’s attention, but The Curmudgeon isn’t “most people.”

No, what caught The Curmudgeon’s eye was the genesis of this tirade.  What inspired this ferocious yet puerile outburst?  And why call a guy from The New Yorker, of all publications?

As it turns out, Scaramucci’s call to Lizza was prompted by a Lizza tweet that Scaramucci was dining at the White House that night with the president, uber-hater Sean Hannity, and Bill Shine, a former Fox News executive.

As reported by the Boston Globe,

Scaramucci called Lizza shortly after, demanding to know who leaked the dinner’s guest list.

“You’re an American citizen, this is a major catastrophe for the American country. So I’m asking you as an American patriot to give me a sense of who leaked it,” Scaramucci reportedly said to Lizza.

So here’s where the hyperbole comes in:  leaking to the press, and to the public, the guest list at a casual White House dinner is – Scaramucci’s words here – “a major catastrophe for the American country”?

A major catastrophe?

A MAJOR CATASTROPHE?

Is this guy a wackadoodle or what?  At the very least he is the personification of hyperbole:  a walking, talking, cartoonish exaggeration of a human being who cannot and should not be taken seriously.

 (P.S.  Apparently, even the president, himself a monument to hyperbole, concluded that Scaramucci couldn’t be taken seriously.)

 

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