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Liberals are excellent at reimagining history. You name the event, the person, the details, or the setting, and they’ll somehow manage to reinterpret everything in such a way that validates every single lame-brained idea they’ve ever had.
The Soviet Union collapsing? That was just because nobody tried “real” communism. The USSR aligning itself with Hitler? Hey, we all gotta make tough choices sometimes, that’s why pencils have erasers. The rise of Islamic terrorism? Clearly, those disgruntled Muslims are angry over capitalism exploiting them. (Duh.)
Oddly, there’s one small slice of Americana that they haven’t even attempted to reimagine and reinterpret yet. And what makes it so odd is that this one thing is connected (at least tertiarily) to our natural environment, irresponsible humans, and the preservation of wildlife — three of their all-time favorite topics.
I’m speaking, of course, of Smokey the Bear.
There’s NEVER been ANYONE in American history who’s experienced more cruel treatment (with the *possible* exception of Native Americans, slavery, women’s suffrage, and a few other stuff). It’s absolutely mindboggling that it ever actually happened, but this is the God’s honest story behind the story:
In 1944, the U.S. Forest Service launched a Wildlife Prevention Campaign, which is currently the longest-running PSA (public service announcements) publicity campaign in American history. The star of the campaign is a forlorn bear in a brown hat and blue jeans named Smokey. Last month, the USDA threw a big, multimedia gala to celebrate Smokey’s 80th birthday. Ultimately, it’s impossible to dispute the campaign’s vast generational success: 80% of outdoorsmen were familiar with the PSAs. Seventy-five percent viewed Smokey as a positive role model for children.
To date, the Smokey PSA campaign has generated $1.6 billion(!) in donated media coverage. In fact, Smokey the Bear has the distinction of being one of only two Americans with personalized zip codes. One is the President of the United States of America (20500, in case you wanted to send a letter). The other belongs to none other than Smokey the Bear (20252).
But Smokey wasn’t just a cartoonist’s concept. He was a very real bear — a five-pound, three-month-old American black bear cub — when firefighters rescued him. The poor cub’s home in the Capitan Mountains of New Mexico burned to a crisp in a massive, out-of-control wildfire. Tragically, his mother, father, brothers, and sisters all perished.
So we named him Smokey?
This has GOT to be the sickest, most perverse name the United States government has EVER bestowed on anyone. I can’t even wrap my head around the mentality of naming an innocent orphaned bear cub — whose family, friends, and home all BURNED TO DEATH! — and then naming him “Smokey.”
When a hunter used a gun to shoot and kill Bambi’s mom, it would be like renaming Bambi “Gunsmoke.” (Or calling Tina Turner “Punchy.”) Seriously: What kind of warped, demented, depraved mind would do that?
But it’s actually not that uncommon. Normally, renaming things is a liberal’s package deal — a left-wing version of a BOGO. It goes hand-in-hand with reimagining history: New events need new names…
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