With the rapid rise and fall of the new and former White House communications director Anthony Scaramucci in a ten day span, his erasure a hopeful harbinger of the end of the New York douchebag, aptly identified a few days back by Jeet Herr in the New Republic,

The New York douchebag thrives throughout the tri-state area, particularly in New Jersey and the outer boroughs of the city proper. Usually white, he is belligerent, garrulous, ruthlessly competitive, and excessively confident in his persuasive abilities. He is also hypersensitive; the smallest perceived slight will trigger a full-scale defense of his pride. He demands to be respected at all times.

If you grew up in the metro New York City area as I did, Herr’s description is spot on. I learned early on that these douchy white boys were far more frightening than the black folk we were told to fear. No one, it was understood, was quicker to violence than these overly prideful jackasses. In political arena, a sharp memory isn’t required to recall New York douchebag Anthony Weiner, whose relapsing stumble and fall from grace was the first hopeful sign that the Big Apple d-bag had finally crapped his pants one time too many.

And Herr reminds us of other notable politico-d’bagger’s in the Trumpster’s orbit,

But Trump is clearly happiest in the company of his fellow tri-state douchebags. During the campaign, he spent a great deal of time around figures like New Jersey Governor Chris Christie and former New York Mayor Rudy Giuliani, two exemplars of the species. 

Still, lest we become distracted by the the aforementioned, sycophant d-bags swirling around the Oval Office, it’s the man himself who was moved by the Mooch’s verbal diarrhea, according to the NY Times,

Mr. Trump was initially pleased by Mr. Scaramucci’s harsh remarks, directed at Mr. Priebus and Steve Bannon, the chief White House strategist. But over the weekend, after speaking with his family and Mr. Kelly, the president began to see the brash actions of his subordinate as a political liability and potential embarrassment, according to two people familiar with his thinking.

Considering New Your douchebags, it’s unhelpfully helpful to jump back to the recent primaries, late 2015, during a debate of mostly loser Republicans, when now leader of the free world verbally farted this stinker,

“Even a race to Obama, she was gonna beat Obama. I don’t know who would be worse, I don’t know, how could it be worse? But she was going to beat — she was favored to win — and she got schlonged, she lost, I mean she lost.”

I wrote a column then calling Trump a schmuck, a schmuck anyone from New York had tired of decades before. Except, of course, the douchebags. But with the fall of Weiner, the Mooch, and Little Christie, hopefully we’re witnessing the death of the New York douchebag. Till then, America’s douchebag-in-chief rides on.

Celebrity douchebags are the problem. #TermLimits4Celebs is the solution.