I haven’t talked about Trump for a while. The sad soap opera in the White House just keeps getting wackier all the time. Hiring that Scary-mucci guy was the latest in a long list of very scary happenings since that (and I’ll try to be politically correct) verbally abundant, ethically disoriented, differently logical, knowledge non-possessor with rebellious follicle syndrome became president.
Although I don’t know why I should be politically correct when Trump himself way back at the start of his presidential campaign in the first Republican primary said, “I think the big problem this country has is being politically correct. I’ve been challenged by so many people and I frankly don’t have time for political correctness”. The administration’s transmission of non-factual information and categorical inaccuracies grows by the dozens every week and with the hiring of a communications boss who curses like a drunken sailor and threatened to shoot any staffers who might leak information it became more apparent than ever that the inmates are running the asylum. At least that inmate who had at first appeared to be a true soulmate of Trump, didn’t last very long, being terminated Monday, 10 days into his tenure. He appears to have been a relief pitcher that is brought in to clean up an inning, in this case, get rid of the former press secretary plus the former White House Chief of Staff who Scaramucci called a paranoid schizophrenic (prefaced by the F word). SO, like a weekly reality show, another new era dawns in the West Wing, the duration of which will likely be until the new team members become, like their predecessors, involuntarily leisured, non-specifically destinationed individuals.