The Skeeter Daddle Diaries

Donald J. came out today with a tweet mocking the Democratic chairman of the House Intelligence Committee, calling him Little Adam Schitt. The man’s name is Schiff and if the obese President thinks he’s little, let’s see what he thinks when the House flips blue and Adam Schiff begins the subpoena process his predecessor Devin Nunes blocked.

We’re all used to our bully President mocking and belittling those he doesn’t like, meaning about everyone who isn’t on Fox News. We’re even accustomed to tweets that are lies and borderline insane, like the one two days ago that the state of California should clean up its act on firefighting strategies and adopt the highly successful Finnish model of raking up its leaves in the woods so they won’t allow catastrophic fires up there in the Arctic. The Finnish President that Donald spoke with about this pressing issue doesn’t recall any such conversation, but that doesn’t mean they didn’t have one in Donald’s head.

So I can let these pass by without much angst, having accepted, like most of the King’s minions, that this is just everyday normal. The new normal, I guess we like to call it. But what is harder for me is the President going after Smokey the Bear, an American icon for nearly 70 years, the symbol of fire fighting for the Forest Service when they found a bear cub badly burned in a forest fire back in 1950. My old man worked for the Forest Service all his life and Smokey was part of mine all my life.

My dad was a Republican. He never quite acknowledged that the attacks on government included the Forest Service. They weren’t tax sucking bureaucrats in the D.C. swamp, not a bit. They were dedicated professionals managing our National Forests, creating Wilderness Areas, logging sustainably, building campgrounds and parks, yeah, and fighting fires. They fought them so successfully that now the undergrowth has built up over the years without smaller natural fires to keep the forests open and we have conflagrations unimaginable in the days when he would fly out to California or Arizona from our homes on the east coast to man the fire lines.

Smokey the Bear, he might argue and I certainly would, doesn’t live in a swamp. He’s there to remind us humans that the forests are ours to protect. Only YOU can prevent forest fires, he admonished us for all those years. So sweep the woods if you want to listen to the President. Or blame the people who fight those fires if you believe the guy. But me, I have to state categorically, the President is full of schitt.

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