At his very first press conference, Spicer told four massive and easily disproved lies, including debunked statements about the number of people who attended President Trump's inauguration. Critics say he treats the press corps like garbage and has lost all credibility.
But come on, didn't Melissa McCarthy's impression of Sean Spicer make it all worth it? All White House press secretaries bullshit us to some degree—but at least with Spicer, we got some great comedy out of it.
The casting of McCarthy as Spicer was a stroke of comedic brilliance, a perfect fit. She got the mannerisms down pat: the pugnacious fighter’s scowl, the verbal gaffes and nonsensical spin tactics, the scorn sprayed indiscriminately at the press corps (a metaphor made literal by the inspired use of a Super Soaker loaded, supposedly, with soapy water), and, most of all, the flicker of fear behind the fury, that mark of the schoolyard bully who knows he’s going to be whupped himself as soon as he gets home.
Others are saying that Spicer's resignation at least showed some principle. He apparently left because he "vehemently disagreed with the appointment of the New York financier Anthony Scaramucci as communications director."
Mr. Trump offered Mr. Scaramucci the job at 10 a.m. The president requested that Mr. Spicer stay on, but Mr. Spicer told Mr. Trump that he believed the appointment was a major mistake, according to a person with direct knowledge of the exchange.
I think I might (finally) be (somewhat) proud of Sean Spicer for (sort of) standing on principle about something.