Because Barack Obama says he wants his administration to look more like America, he recently appointed Raffi Freedman-Gurspan to be the director of the White House Office of Personnel. I’m not sure what that title means, either, but that’s not really important. What matters is that Mr. Freedman-Gurspan is the first transgender to ever be a White House official. At least his/her/its being a transgender makes that goofy hyphen slightly more appropriate than is usually the case.

So it is that one more item gets scratched off Obama’s bucket list. It does raise the question, though, why it is necessary that this freak be given a slot in the White House, when there are, fortunately, only a handful of these critters in the entire nation. On the other hand, there are tens of millions of conservatives, and yet Obama has resisted the urge to give any of them a cushy job.

But, then, this is the same guy who is always Johnny-on-the-spot with a phone call and a shout-out whenever a homosexual athlete ventures out of the closet. One gets the feeling that if he thought he could get away with it, Obama would turn the White House into a replica of a San Francisco bathhouse.

One has come to assume lunacy in places like New York, Massachusetts and California, but apparently the liberal virus is more virulent and fast-moving than the notorious bird flu. For instance, in Connecticut, the state Supreme Court has ruled that all executions are unconstitutional.

As if that’s not bad enough, seven years ago an 11-year-old girl, who was a next door neighbor, had her two best friends, along with their mother, raped and murdered. But, today, as radio talk show host Dennis Prager recently pointed out, at the age of 18, she has been brainwashed so successfully by the media and her teachers that she insists it would be wrong to execute the two barbarians responsible for the crimes.

Meanwhile, in Tennessee, a state court has insisted that the designation of Mother and Father on birth certificates be replaced by Parent One and Parent Two, all because homosexuals, who represent 4% of America’s adoptive parents, must be accommodated.

In the nation’s mad rush to concern itself with the tender sensibilities of minorities, the majority are being compelled to live in a bizarre universe where black thugs, illegal aliens and sexual oddballs, are treated with the sort of coddling generally reserved for little babies, sacred cows and the Ayatollah Khamenei.

Although I don’t make it a practice to tune in on Rush Limbaugh, some of my friends do. One of them, Art Hershey, let me know that Rush recently said that if he had the opportunity to interview Hillary, he would say: “Mrs. Clinton, let me mention seven names: Paula Jones, Juanita Broadrick, Kathleen Willey, Gennifer Flowers, Monica Lewinsky, Beth Dozoretz and Denise Rich. Now tell us: How can you look at anyone with a straight face and talk to them about family values, when it takes a village to satisfy your husband?”

I know that a lot of people on our side of the aisle have been going after Megyn Kelly because she dared to ask Donald Trump one of the many questions he would prefer not to be asked. I thought it was a fair question, but, then, I haven’t signed on to be a member of Trump’s Praetorian Guard.

That’s not to say that I am totally on board with Megyn. At times, I regret to say, she has shown signs of morphing into a diva ever since Roger Ailes placed her front and center on Fox. There are times I can’t help thinking she is devoting more time to selecting her wardrobe than to selecting her guests.

Frankly, I had assumed that nobody could be worse than those idiots Bill O'Reilly regularly sprang on us. But there are times when I look back on Bob Beckel, Alan Colmes, Juan Williams, Leslie Marshall, Marc Lamont Hill and Geraldo Rivera, almost with a sense of nostalgia.

I have no idea where Ms. Kelly dug up the arrogant Richard Fowler and the downright spooky Robert Zimmerman, but she should get busy with that shovel and bury them before anyone at Forest Lawn notices that they’re gone missing.

Speaking of wardrobes, Fowler, who is identified as a nationally syndicated radio host, although nobody had ever heard of him, must have a bigger closet than Imelda Marcos. He always shows up dressed to the nines, as the old saying goes. But like a cheap Christmas gift that tries to fool you with the wrapping, he is nothing but a second-hand Marc Lamont Hill, black and full of himself. Like Rand Paul and Kirsten Powers, he is obviously a graduate of the American Academy of Smugness.

As for Mr. Zimmerman, who looks as if he has never seen daylight and can only be killed with a silver bullet or a wooden stake through the heart, is apparently a P.R. man who works for the DNC. The way he postures and preens, one would assume that at some point he had given serious thought to pursuing an acting career. It’s probably just as well that he didn’t because he would have been typecast as a zombie or a purveyor of child porn.

Finally, a reader, who is even more cynical than I am when it comes to the political scene, wrote to say that there is no candidate on the horizon who will be acceptable to the majority of American voters. “This,” he pointed out, “is usually fertile ground for a political coup.”

I replied: “Hey, this is still America, buddy! Keep 2008 and 2012 in mind. It’s pretty obvious that when we want a coup, we elect a coup.”