Using vulgar language reflects poorly on one
Fireflies last six times longer than Anthony Scaramucci did as director of communications for President Trump. His toss under the bus was the obvious consequence of the interview he gave to the New Yorker.
Scaramucci’s F-bomb filled rant reminded me of a time long ago, when I was a sophomore at St. Bonaventure University. It was 1967 and several friends were in my room on a Saturday afternoon. With nothing better to do, we were shooting the breeze about a variety of topics. In the course of that discussion, the “F” word was frequently and loudly expressed. We thought nothing of it.
Suddenly, at the door of the room, the dean of men, Father Joe, appeared. It was obvious from the expression on his face that he had heard enough of our conversation and felt compelled to present himself. He gave each of us a stern look and then asked if anyone knew the four-letter word for intercourse. To this day, what followed was one of the most uncomfortable silences of my life. None of us answered his question; too embarrassed to say the only response we knew.
When he answered his own question he said, “Gentlemen, the word is talk. I suggest that is something you need to learn to do.” With that, he turned, walked down the hall and left us thinking about his advice.
We learned that day that words matter.
Two questions remain. First, if Scaramucci had encountered a Father Joe, would things have turned out differently for him? Second, what does it say about Trump’s judgment for appointing a man with a “Sopranos” swagger?
Daniel J. Conny