The Skeeter Daddle Diaries

I suspect by now you’ve wearied of trying to sleuth out who the op-ed mystery writer was, which ‘high level’ staff or cabinet member of Donald’s dropped the grenade in the middle of the White House. And now you’re wondering who, if any, are the supposed ‘adults’ in the room. Personally, I’ve narrowed it down to one or two. And if you’re like me, you feel secure in knowing that these brave souls are responsible for keeping the President and all the rest of the temporary residents in Clowntown from steering the ship of state straight off the edge of the known world.

We’re in good hands, that’s for sure. While everyone in the Administration is running around with their hair on fire, issuing denials and no mea culpas, these stalwart few are grabbing treaties off the President’s nearly empty desk and hiding the nuclear trigger in the butler’s coat closet. I sleep more soundly now and I bet you do too knowing they’ve put a V-chip in his cellphone that blocks pornography and incoming messages from foreign leaders (with the possible exception of Vladimir). No one, not even the adults, wants to piss off Putin, no pun intended.

These are dangerous days in the Clown Palace. Who can trust who? Who is the spy in the house of love? Everybody and their third cousins are all singing to Bob Woodward the cacophonic symphony of an Inner Circle hurrying to build the Wall or lock up immigrant children or propping up those private colleges that gypped their clientele into thinking their degree was worth something. Many have left in disgrace, victims of their own hubris and greed, pigs at a very big trough too gluttonous to believe anyone would begrudge them the perks of Louis the Fourteenth. Certainly not their Republican brethren, hyper-ventilating to get their agenda rammed through the sausage grinder before the mid-term blue wave sends a tsunami crashing down on their hopes and dreams. They’ll pay a terrible price for casting a blind eye to the antics of their leader, but not before the courts are stuffed with their ilk and the economy is dragged down by trade wars and tariffs. All we can say is thanks. Thanks to the adults in the room. Thanks for hiding the toys and the marbles from the other kids. Lord only knows how much worse it might’ve been….

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