Today, after six glorious months of serenading the American people with his patented cocktail of flat-out lies, deeply offensive historical comparators, and fodder for the finest performances of Melissa McCarthy's career, Sean Spicer officially resigned as White House press secretary. Goodnight, sweet prince. We hardly knew ye.

The perpetually beleaguered Spicer reportedly reached his breaking point after Donald Trump chose to bring on Fox News talking head Anthony Scaramucci as the White House's new communications director, telling his boss that he "vehemently disagreed" with the president's decision. However, since Donald Trump has never given a single shit about anything Sean Spicer thinks or says or feels or wants, this entreaty apparently fell on deaf ears, and Spicer submitted his resignation shortly thereafter. His deputy, Sarah Huckabee Sanders, has been announced as his successor.

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Honestly, Spicer never really seemed comfortable as White House press secretary, a role into which the former RNC communications director was suddenly thrust almost by default after Donald Trump's victory in November surprised everyone, including the president himself. His constant sense of befuddlement and/or fear manifested itself in the most absurd, humiliating ways, from evading reporters by apparently hiding in some shrubbery to accidentally (?) wearing his obligatory American flag lapel pin upside down, beaming out a literal cry for help to the entire world. Each question from the White House press corps seemed to elicit an identical response: a deep frown, a slight squint—as if he were desperately trying to make out cue cards that didn't exist—and a mumbled, barely audible promise to get back to the reporter with more information at a later date. Now, at last, he is free of a job he may or may not have ever actually wanted, and with any luck, he won't have to subject himself to the indignity of lint-rolling Stephen Miller's jacket ever again.

You should not, of course, feel bad for Sean Spicer, who routinely embarrassed himself and demeaned the office he held by attacking his colleagues in the press, and who never was able to muster the courage to deviate from even the most outrageously disingenuous talking points he was forced to trot out on a daily basis. He will eventually score an upsettingly lucrative book deal for his troubles and, knowing Jeff Zucker, will probably have an occasional CNN gig lined up by the time you leave work this afternoon. In the meantime, take one more moment to appreciate this bumbling sitcom stock character before he, at last, makes his long-overdue return to irrelevance.

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