Oh, Sean Spicer, our four-Pinocchio press secretary, is this the end? We know we are not supposed to “just yell out questions,” but rather “raise our hands like big boys and girls,” but is it really, truly over?

It seems like yesterday — maybe you would insist it was yesterday — that President Trump drafted you from the Republican National Committee farm team for the Big Show. There you were, in the White House the day after Inauguration Day, saying, “This was the largest audience to ever witness an inauguration — period.” It was your introduction to America, and America’s fact checkers, when you noted that Jan. 20, 2017, was "the first time in our nation’s history that floor coverings have been used to protect the grass on the Mall.”

You gave us “the president’s tweet speaks for itself,” “That is called a bollard wall. That is called a levee wall,” “stop shaking your head,” and a new term, “Holocaust center.” You gave us Melissa McCarthy playing you. Or was it the other way around?

How you defended Mr. Trump! When he stood before a memorial to Central Intelligence Agency officers killed on duty and lied about his inaugural crowds, you said the C.I.A. employees “gave him a five-minute standing ovation at the end in a display of their patriotism and their enthusiasm for his presidency.” When he fired his F.B.I. director, you had Mr. Trump’s back from (near) the White House shrubbery, off-camera, in the dark. When you made the president angry, and he denied you an audience with the pope, you soldiered on.