When you’ve lost this loony bird, you know you’ve gone off the deep end (or should know, anyway).

He makes a great point.

Wait, what?

Anthony Scaramucci — who as Trump’s short-lived director of communications often looked and behaved like Vincent D’Onofrio’s character in Men in Black, though without the elaborate bug endoskeleton or the gravitas — is now the voice of reason.

That’s right — The Mooch … makes sense.

The Mooch.

I’m as surprised as you are.

I mean, that tweet could have been written by a normal person, and nowhere in it does he suggest autofellatio. That’s remarkable, folks.

Enjoy. We’re unlikely to see such lucidity from a former Trumpinista ever again.

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