And we’re not talking about Michelle “Mooch” Obama, either!
I’m talking about Anthony “The Mooch” Scaramucci and his superstrange interaction with The New Yorker’s Ryan Lizza.
Why would he approach a sworn enemy of Republicans and Trump; a paid-in-full member of Journolist and a leading progressive/socialist/Democratic Party MSM plant for a bitch session? That’s like George Patton contacting, say, Gen. Wilhelm Keitel, to ask if anyone had leaked any secret Allied invasion plans to him then whine about Omar Bradley getting the D-Day job…
Did he really think Ryan Lizza was going to tell him who the leaker was? That shows spectacularly poor judgment and/or a naivete bordering on diehard belief in the Tooth Fairy.
Amateur hour. How could such a fool get the job?
I know there is a hardcore nut of conservatives cheering him on this bizarre behavior because they so want to see someone let-er rip.
But, folks, this wasn’t the case.
He just looked like a foolish drunk… and sucked up to the enemy. He gained nothing and looked the fool to everyone not a hardcore conservative.
And a lot of conservatives in Washington, D.C. (and there are a few) are appalled and now want to give The Mooch a wide berth. With his type of people it’s just a matter of time before you become a target. These guys always crash and burn, ultimately without any allies because they burned them all.
Speaking of crashing and burning, apparently The Mooch’s wife wants a divorce. I don’t know anything about these two beyond what I’ve read. They sound like another bizarro couple – similar to Roger and Ann Stone. You’ll know what I mean if you recognize those names.
Unless this guy actually learns on the job, it well not end in anything less than an embarrassment.