Sure, we’ve already described the nascent
Trump administration as a Lovecraftian horror, forming itself from a
twisted concatenation of the very worst unholy abominations like some
sort of sludge-creature in a late-night horror movie. But now Trump’s
somehow managed to top himself, choosing as his nominee for
administrator of the Environmental Protection Agency Scott Pruitt, a man
whose entire career has
been the very antithesis of the first two words in the name of the
agency Trump wants him to run. You can’t say Pruitt is in the pocket of
Big Oil — it’s more like he wears Oklahoma’s oil and gas extraction
industries as a second skin. Which he rubs heavy crude into willingly,
with no fear of getting the hose. Pruitt’s appointment as EPA
administrator makes Ronald Reagan’s secretary of Interior, James Watt, look like John Freakin’ Muir. Just how bad is Pruitt? Former Obama advisor Dan Pfeiffer has some idea:
