You didn't think we cats were going to allow the sacking of Rancid Pieface go unnoticed, did you? Fear not. It's hard to get our furry heads to stop spinning, what with all the tumult raging at the White House, but we do have a few thoughts.
First, that as much as loathe Rancid Pieface and as little concern as we feel for him, we still think the ignominious way he was given the heave-ho on Friday is deserved by very few. Abandoned on the tarmac at Andrews? Ouch.
On the other hand, from the pandering he's been doing ever since, Rancid must have spent those final minutes on Air Force One hammering out a heckuva separation agreement — with a huge non-disparagement clause attached. Could he slobber adoringly over Trump any more than he already has? Ick.
Next: If Rancid thought he'd hear a chorus of howls and protests from his friends — say, from the 168 members of the Republican National Committee, whom he led for years as Chairman, or from Paul Ryan or Scott Walker — well, let's just say the silence has been deafening.
Finally — and are we really saying this? — Jeb Bush was right. It's chaos. We cats HISS.
UPDATE: WHOOPS! Looks like the pie's in Scaramucci's face now. Escorted off the White House grounds? How humiliating (how delightful). After just 10 or 11 days, we cats think he should try reclaiming his time.
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