By Josh Gohlke as published in The San Francisco Chronicle
Yes, America, he was the interior secretary…
Interior Secretary Ryan Zinke is leaving President Trump’s Cabinet under enough ethics investigations to constitute not so much a cloud as a full-fledged winter storm. Zinke’s response: Let it snow.
One of the reported conditions of Zinke’s ignominious exit was that it not prevent him from hosting a Christmas party in his animal-carcass-adorned executive offices, where he was said to have posed with conservative activists and lobbyists next to a dead polar bear while sporting a Santa hat.
Zinke has more in common than silly headgear with that other famous Christmas enthusiast. He is from the far north (Montana), closely associated with coal (as a fuel rather than a stocking stuffer), and given to transport by pack animal (having ridden into office on horseback). Unfortunately for the American people, however, the interior secretary differs from St. Nick in other respects, not the least of which is that Zinke’s whirlwind journey through our collective consciousness, for all its improbability, was real.