THANK THE HEAVENS THE SWAMP IS PUNCHING-OUT PRESIDENT TRUMP:
With all the Conservative Euphoria Surrounding the Newly Minted President Trump, and the Huge Expectations that he would Drain The Swamp, I had more than just a few Reservations that this was NOT going to happen, since in President Trump’s Prior Business Life, he Swam FREELY and Successfully in the Swamp.
And most of the Swamp Creatures were his Friends, Associates, or Hanger’s-On, whom he could “BRIBE” with a few Campaign Dollars during Election Seasons.
BUT NOW . . . THAT THE SWAMP IS FIGHTING BACK – IT’S A DIFFERENT STORY:
ALL OF A SUDDEN . . . all those People President Trump Relied On As His “Friends” have turned out to be not whom the President thought they were. I believe that President Trump has finally discovered that he OVERESTIMATED his original Warriors in this VERY REAL WAR to Win America Back from the Enemy-From-Within for the American People.
HAD THE SWAMP SIMPLY PLAYED ALONG TO GET ALONG . . .
Had President Trump simply PRETENDED to go through the Motions of living up to his Election Promises, the way all Politicians do, the United States of America would have simply Continued to Limp Along to its Day of Socialist One-World-Order Armageddon, and everyone would have Marched Blissfully In-Lock-Step.
But President Trump made the Unholy Error of taking his Election Promises LITERALLY, and went about actually Governing . . . OF THE PEOPLE, BY THE PEOPLE & FOR THE PEOPLE . . . which the Swamp couldn’t handle – SO THE SWAMP FOUGHT BACK . . .
AND HERE COMES “THE MOOCH” – ANTHONY (TONY) SCARAMUCCI:
I’ve known GUYS like Anthony Scaramucci my whole life. They are so FULL OF THEMSELVES, that the Most Important Thing in their Existence is Standing Out, Making themselves BIGGER than Life . . . AND WINNING!
I don’t Care if it’s on the Jersey Shore, the Bronx, or Little Italy in Montreal, you don’t Screw with a Swaggering Italian Stallion, whom his Friends AFFECTIONATELY call the “MOOCH” or any other such Moniker.
I’ve know and have been friends with Italian Guys like the “MOOCH”, and let me tell you from First Hand Knowledge, guys like the “MOOCH” are Smart, Tough, Driven, LOYAL and would SOONER DIE THAN LOSE.
My Parents’ Closest Friends as I was growing up in near Poverty, were the Antonio’s. And when we were in their House, we were Family. And nothing else mattered. And that Impression of an Italian Family and Friends is so imbedded within me, that this is the only way I can see Italians.
I FIRED OUR ENTIRE ART STAFF . . . at our Advertising Agency because they were not doing their Job. These were young people who were VERY-WELL paid, who were Stealing Supplies from our Inventory, and were doing more “Jobs” on the Side with our Time and Resources, than they were doing for us.
SO I FIRED THEM . . . and in their place, we Hired an Italian Artist (Ed Meloso) as a Contractor, who worked in our offices, who was more or less Starting Out as a Commercial Media Designer.
I Traded Ed the use of all our Equipment, Space, Light, Heat, Electricity, Insurance, Telephones, Fax Machine . . . ETC – where he did his own Jobs when he was not doing ours.
And Within A Few Weeks . . . Meloso brought in his Italian Friends to work for him, and with a month or so, they were working on my “stuff” as well, and from being a Staid Art Studio, where my Staff were quietly Ripping-Us Off, our offices were now EXPLODING with Loud Voices arguing from where to find the best Pizza, to who was the best Baseball Player, to who was sleeping with whom.
And the “JOINT” smelled like an Italian Deli when lunch time came around, when the world came to FULL STOP, because what can be more important than eating?
Our Ad Agency went through many changes and challenges over the 35-Years we actively owned it . . . but over the years, we never had as Exciting, Happy and More Productive a Period doing Art and Layouts for our Clients with Meloso and his Italian Stallions in our Midst.
We were so pleased and Grateful to Ed Meloso and his Staff, that when Anne and I decided to stop altogether from doing Art for our Clients, we LITERALLY Turned over all of our Art Clients to Ed, and GAVE him about $50,000 in Equipment as an outright Gift, as our THANK YOU . . . to him for adding so Much to our Lives.
In addition, we allowed Ed to stay in our Offices for one year, at a cost of just $500 per month (all-in) until he could get set-up on his own.
DANTE’S IN MONTREAL . . . A THROWBACK TO A WONDERFUL AGE:
Anne and I buy most of our Firearms from an Italian Gun Store in Little Italy, where in the front of the Jam-Packed Store, the Sister and Partner of Dante’s sells great Kitchen Stuff, while tucked away in the rear of the store, is where French, English, Italian and Jewish Guys like me, go to buy our Guns, because of Knowledge, Inventory, Good Prices . . . and because the Italian VIM, VIGOR & PASSION EXUDES from every Inch Inside the Firearms Emporium.
WHEN WE COME INTO THE STORE . . . Especially – AND ALWAYS WITH STRYKER – the Show Begins – the Robust Loud Talking & Salutations Drowns out the Cacophony of all the other sounds. And within Minutes . . . Stryker’s behind the counter with RUDY, greeting the people lined-up to See, Hear, and Touch the “Goods”, Just to be a Part of It.
MEYER LANSKY . . . was perhaps the Greatest of the All-Time Jewish American Gangsters, who never Stopped being Proudly and Visibly Jewish, no matter how Rich and Powerful he became.
BUT WHO WERE HIS BEST FRIENDS AND “FAMIGLIA”?
YOU GUESSED IT . . . Guys like the “MOOCH”, not that I’m suggesting in any way shape or form that Scaramucci is, was, or has ever been a Gangster, BUT WHAT I AM SAYING – Is that Scaramucci has that Italian Stallion Passion in Loyalty, Trust, AND A FIERCE DETERMINATION TO WIN.
I LOVED IT . . . when the “MOOCH” said on Camera that he was NOT a “BACK-STABBER”, but was in all Reality a “FRONT-STABBER” – and referred to the knife as a “SHIV”. It doesn’t get better than that.
And as far as his use of REALLY SALTY AND COLORFUL LANGUAGE . . . do you think anyone questioned his meaning?
I NEVER HAD A REAL NEGATIVE OPINION OF REINCE PRIEBUS . . .
Priebus Did a Good Enough Job as the Chairman of the RNC and then as President Trump’s Chief of Staff, until President Trump got his Feet Wet. But Priebus was a Denizen of Sorts from the Swamp, and whether he was an Enemy-From-Within or Not is a Different Story.
But what isn’t debatable, is that Priebus is and was NOT A STREET FIGHTER, which is what President Trump Needs From Now Until The President Gets The Job Done.
THE PRESIDENT HAS CHOSEN . . . YOU’RE WITH HIM – OR YOU’RE AGAINST HIM:
Priebus’ Replacement . . . General John F Kelly – IS NO SWAMP CREATURE, and is far more Organized, Disciplined, Focused & Sophisticated than the “MOOCH”, but, both of them are where they are today, at the Highest Level of the President’s Inner Circle, because the Swamp gave The President One of Two Choices . . . FIGHT OR FLIGHT?
AND AS FAR AS KELLY AND THE MOOCH GO . . . They’re Just The Tip Of The Sharp Point Of The Spear Of New Street-Fighters Coming To Town.
TO THE MEDIA WHO SAY THIS IS NOT THE WAY TO RUN THE WHITE HOUSE . . .
Get Used To It!
Best Regards . . . Howard Galganov