Italian – Americans must be so proud.
This week, one of our own was picked by our illustrious President to be Director of Communications at the White House. Anthony Scaramucci.
Press Secretary Sean Spicer, an incompetent, in over his head Trump puppet with little respect for the media, immediately submitted his resignation.
His place was quickly taken by Sarah Huckabee Sanders, daughter of former Arkansas Governor and leader of the Christian right, Mike Huckabee. One of her first acts was to accuse the media at her news conference of spreading “fake news.” Change is good. Sometimes. I’m sure she believes that the earth is 5,000 years old and that the arrival of Jesus is imminent.
The New York Times, a leader in disseminating fake news reported that Spicer had resigned after telling Trump that he “vehemently disagreed” with the appointment of Scaramucci. Trump’s chief of staff Reince Priebus also had “vehement objections” to his hiring.
Scaramucci immediately accused Priebus of being “a leaker” who had committed “a felony”, referred to Priebus as “a fucking paranoid schizophrenic“, and said that Priebus “would resign soon”. During the interview Scaramucci also said that he had contacted the FBI and the Department of Justice to investigate Priebus.
Unwilling to even try to work with Scaramucci, Priebus promptly submitted his resignation, replaced by Marine Corps four star General John F. Kelly. Our President likes Wall Streeters and Generals around him.
Next Tony Scaramooch attacked Steve Bannon. I laughed. Bannon is a walking real live fascist.
“”I’m not Steve Bannon, I’m not trying to suck my own cock” in an apparent reference to his lack of interest in media attention.
Nothing but class from Tony. His mother should have washed his mouth out with soap.
Now every nationality has its share of jerks, clods and ignorant slobs, but the Italian language reserves the word “cafone” (pronounced cah-fon-ay) for our home-grown variety. “Cafone can apply to any generic dork, but Italian offers distinctions for the son of an ignorant bumpkin (figlio d’un cafone), a crude slob (cafone rozzo), a tasteless boob (cafone sciocco), an ill-mannered fool (cafone maleducato), an officious ass (cafone impertinente), a tasteless jerk (cafone senza gusto), and a disgusting boor (cafone ripugnante).”
Tony Mooch, graduate of Harvard Law, Goldman Sachs, founder of a couple of hedge funds he sold for big bucks, cable news firebrand seemed to have learned the most from watching “The Sopranos.” He is now “Big Pussy” to boss Trump. The enforcer. He took his profane Soprano imitation to Wall Street, made his money and had been angling for a spot in somebodies White House for years.
He supported Obama in 2008, serving as a fundraiser. In September 2010, however, he asked Obama at a CNBC Town Hall meeting when he was going to “stop whacking Wall Street like a piñata.”
“I have been amused over the last couple of years, this sense of somehow me beating up on Wall Street,” Obama replied, challenging Scaramucci by saying, “I think most people on Main Street feel they got beat up on. There’s a big chunk of the country that thinks that I have been too soft on Wall Street. That’s probably the majority, not the minority.”
Too bad Obama didn’t send some of them to jail.
That as they say was that for the Mooch and Obama. Mooch became national finance co-chair for Mitt Romney’s 2012 campaign. Still no job in the White House.
In 2015 on a Fox News television appearance, Scaramucci called Trump a “hack politician” whose rhetoric is “anti-American and very, very divisive.” He further warned Trump to “cut it out now” and “stop all this crazy rhetoric.” In December 2015, Scaramucci criticized Trump’s call for a border wall between Mexico and the U.S. He also criticized Trump for “making a fundamental mistake of trying to blame all of Islam and all Muslims for what is the ideology and the actions of a minority.” He went on to endorse Scott Walker in the primaries and when he dropped out moved on to Jeb Bush until he dropped out.
Then, being a good money man, he got an invitation to meet with the Trumpster at the golden tower. Desparate, he finally signed on to Donald Trump’s political campaign by joining the Trump Finance Committee. In November 2016 he was appointed to President-elect Trump’s Presidential Transition Team Executive Committee.
Definitely a man of principle. Flip flop.
On January 12, 2017, Scaramucci was named Assistant to President Trump and director of the White House Office of Public Liaison and Intergovernmental Affairs. Following his appointment, on January 23 he told New York magazine that the “thing I have learned about these people in Washington is they have no money. So what happens when they have no fucking money is they write about what seat they are in and what the title is. Fucking congressmen act like that. They are fucking jackasses”.
In any case Mooch’s appointment had to be approved by the Office of Government Ethics and no one in the Trump inner circle wanted the Mooch in the White House. The job finally went to someone else while Mooch got shuffled off to the Export – Import Bank while “still being considered” as Ambassador to the O.E.C.D.
Now he is in the White House, a classy addition to a really classy group. How would you like to work for this guy who routinely seems unable to control his potty mouth in public? How do you think he would speak to you among your colleagues? He is the perfect Trump staffer – kissing his ass while repeating “Anything you say boss!” He has already said “I love Donald Trump!” Sheesh.
Tony Mooch is the stereotype of every Italian – American mobster seen in the movies or on T.V. He is Tony Soprano’s “Big Pussy.”
Mooch’s father was a working man raising his kids in a middle class neighborhood on Long Island. While Mooch loves to talk on about his middle class roots he uses it only to put the shine on his resume as a bootstrap millionaire. He and the rest currently in power couldn’t give a rat’s ass about the working man other than to lie to them and get their vote.
He is no Mario Cuomo.
He is not even Antonim Scalia. Now I didn’t care for Justice Scalia’s politics. When he passed I wrote:
“No one in the back alleys of our cities, in those mean little houses in the dismal corners of our great land, where that American dream has been long forgotten, where a rusty coal stove sits in the living room, daddy smells of gasoline, momma is unpredictable, and where there is not a single book, none of these human beings was helped by the god like presence of Antonim Scalia.
He will be remembered by his wealthy friends as a nice, pleasant affable witty Italian American but he will not be mourned by the people he might have helped – but didn’t. His passing might have brought about a heart felt flood of grief and tears from the poor, the oppressed, the marginalized -but won’t, He never stood with them. He stood always with power.
He wasn’t dead ten minutes when the pols he slavishly served were talking of his replacement.
But Justice Scalia was never an embarrassment to Italian – Americans, even if you vehemently disagreed with his politics. He was an honorable man of principles.
He was never a cafone impertinente – a loud, foul mouthed kiss-up sycophant with no principles whatsoever.
Shame on you Mooch..