By now, you know it’sold news that Anthony Scaramucci is out of the Trump White House.

The completely erratic and equally as unqualified Communications Director whose ill fate within the past 10 days managed to come with a sliver lining for everyone but himself – that’s the Trump White House can let go of brash and unqualified officials, even when they are fundraising friends of the President.

Scaramucci is the kind of person you naturally predict would never get the part or last in it but you know better than to voice that thought – because you aren’t amnesiac enough to have forgotten that Donald Trump is still the President of the United States of America.

Having never ever done much to qualify for the role beyond the fact that he made T.V. appearances where he blindly defended Mr Trump and he is as crazy as you’d expect the President to like, Scaramucci took on the role of Communications Director last Friday and in that time, he’s accused Steve Bannon of auto fellating himself, called former Chief of Staff, Reince Preibus, a paranoid schizophrenic, gone on an embrassingly painful rant to journalist without cover and all the while, boasting of the President’s faith in him in public. He also managed to suffer some personal issues when his wife divorced him.

Just the regular guy you predict will never last anywhere except as Trump’s loyal bannerman.

Yet, Amy Davidson Sorkin was brave and insightful enough to call it when we all didn’t see it. And she did it Last Friday when Scaramucci was Ramsey Bolton, sitting on the Iron Throne having just successfully feeding Preibus to the dogs or #swamps, if you please.

Here’s how she analysed it:

“It makekes some sense that, after Anthony Scaramucci, the President’s incoming communications director, told The New Yorker’s Ryan Lizza that he was setting the F.B.I. on Reince Priebus, the White House chief of staff, the two men couldn’t work together any longer. But it bespeaks the peculiar logic of the Trump White House that it was Priebus, and not Scaramucci, who had to go. There wasn’t even a pretense of chastising the new man. Scaramucci had, in his screed to Lizza, said that he would “get to” whoever had leaked information about him, adding, “Reince Priebus—if you want to leak something—he’ll be asked to resign very shortly.” The President proved Scaramucci right less than a day later; Priebus was out late Friday afternoon. This doesn’t make Scaramucci a prophet, or even a model for how to handle the President. There have been plenty of theories about how to do that—cajole, reason, beg, flatter, remind him that he’s your father—and none have proved entirely successful. Scaramucci is just a guy who knew that someone was being picked on, and jumped in. Now the rest of us can sit back and see how long it takes for someone to pick on Scaramucci.”

Considering the pivotal role The New Yorker played in scarring mooch’s schtint in the West Wing (thanks Ryan Lizza!), one might say there was more to this but whatever it was, Amy’s foresight deserves a reverent slow clap at this moment. She called it not once, but twice in that article:

“That doesn’t mean that Priebus’s departure won’t bring about changes; it just makes their nature harder to predict. What is Trump going to ask Kelly to do, and whom will he ask him to fire? And what kind of reward does Scaramucci get now from those cowed into deferring to him rather than leaving the Administration? It’s not really Scaramucci’s temper and crudity that anyone has to fear, though; it’s Trump’s. The President will look for someone else to ratify his anger if he gets tired of the current team. One might ask to what end all the yelling and firing is directed—where is the part where America is made great again? But, in the Trump White House, bullying is its own reward.”

Hear! Hear! darling Amy!

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