Dear Mr. Scaramucci,
One week on the job and you lost your cool and your dignity. Then you lost your wife of three years, which begs the question: What took her so long. Oh right she was busy having your baby while you were busy listening to your boss ramble incoherently to other children — the Boy Scouts.
You did have one win by losing the White House Chief of Staff Reince Priebus.
And you did it without having to actually kill him like you threatened you’d do to others.
God knows what you’ll lose on week two.
But let me take a moment, Mr. Mooch, to tell you that it’s time to stop calling yourself “a proud Italian.” You can’t be proud as you bring shame on the rest of us actual proud Italians.
With Anthony Scaramucci on Trump’s team, the White House is seeming more like “The Jersey Shore.”
(NY Daily News Illustration)
You started embarrassing us the minute you got the job and sealed the deal by calling a reporter and then playing to every bigoted stereotype about Italians as thugs, goons and enforcers.
Way to go, communications bro!
If it were theater — which it is, since you’re playing on the world stage — there would be a pre-performance announcement: “And tonight, the part of White House communications director will be played by Tony Soprano.”
Sure, you have a net worth of $84 million, but you act like a $3 bill. That’s not the way a “proud Italian” acts.
Because of your lofty public position (until you too get “resigned”), you represent all of us Italian-Americans, not just yourself, or our hate-filled thug of a President.
White House Communications Director Anthony Scaramucci went on a foul-mouthed tirade to a New Yorker reporter.
Most other minorities in high positions in the government seem to understand that even though we have a government of all the people, we are a country that loves stereotyping minorities into ridiculous caricatures. You single-handedly did that for us by turning the White House into “The Jersey Shore.”
Our governor and mayor are both proud Italian-Americans who show us every day what Italian-Americans are capable of. They can battle one another without filth and bile.
Let’s not forget that you/I/we come from the land of da Vinci, Marconi, Michelangelo, Galileo, Columbus, Catherine of Siena, Elena Cornaro Piscopia, (the first woman awarded a university degree) and Sophia Loren, the first actress to win an Oscar for a non-English-speaking part.
Now you too are a first. It’s not often that a guy hits the trifecta one week into a gig. You got The New Yorker, The New York Times and the Washington Post to break with tradition and actually print the forbidden “F” word (no, not “feminist”).
You called Priebus, (and they printed it) a “f—ing paranoid schizophrenic, a paranoiac,” and worse, you said, “I’m not trying to suck my own c—. I’m not trying to build my own brand off the f—ing strength of the President.” No worry there, communications bro. Your brand, as you might say, is s— now.
One impressive feat in his first week as White House communications director was to get The New Yorker, The New York Times and the Washington Post all to print his curse-laden quotes.
(Mark Wilson/Getty Images)
But what was most disastrous for Italian-Americans — especially from the top communications director in the world — was this part of your Soprano-esque diatribe: ‘I want to f—ing kill all the leakers and I want to get the President’s agenda on track so we can succeed for the American people.”
No, Mooch. You failed not just your wife, and the Italian-American people, but all the American people. You CAN fail all of the people all of the time.
Now go back to doing what you said you weren’t trying to do to yourself.
Or, failing that, send Big Pussy out to effing clip all the effing leakers.