Our government has disappointed me greatly. This has nothing to do with who sits on the Supreme Court or anything silly like that. This has to do with a great issue of national security.

How can an adult who voluntarily uses the name “Scooter” get national security clearance?

This issue should cross all political and social lines. America should stand together to right this terrible wrong. I don’t see how we can remain silent.

America may have a serious political problem on its hands, but we can never get to the bottom of the matter as long as we keep having to wrap our minds around the concept of someone named “Scooter” working in The White House without a job that involves delivering mail.

I have no problems with nicknames. I love nicknames. Everyone should have several nicknames.

But once you accept responsibility to determine how this country runs, you give up the right to be called “Scooter” without everyone snickering behind your back.

If people called him Scooter as a joke, I could deal with the whole scenario. But this man gives business cards to foreign dignitaries with a nickname on it. It’s bad enough we have a cabinet secretary called Tommy. Now we have made up nicknames in high places?

Do you think we would have ever won the Cold War if we had told the Russians that they would have to deal with “Scooter” on some important issue?

In the classic movie, “Red Dawn,” a bunch of plucky teenagers rose up to fight the commies when they invaded the middle of the U.S. Led by such great American fighting heroes as Patrick Swayze, C. Thomas Howell and Jennifer Grey, the kids repelled the red horde.

Was their battle cry, “Scooter?” Of course not. “Wolverines,” they cried out. Sure, that was their high school’s mascot, but no one would ever think of using “Scooter” as a nickname for a football team, would they?

Not on your life. “Scooter” doesn’t put fear in the heart of the enemy.

I went to college with a guy we called “Scooter.” His real name was Jason, but some girl at a party decided that we should call him “Scooter.” So we did.

He accepted the nickname grudgingly. Since he was dating one of the prettiest girls in the school, he managed to survive.

But I have a feeling that he stopped introducing himself as “Scooter” the minute he stopped spending Saturday nights at fraternity parties.

That’s the way it should be.

I can’t hear the world “Scooter” without thinking of that guy. He almost never combed his hair and had a goofy sense of humor. That’s a “Scooter.” You should never give “Scooter” the launch codes.

Americans have a bad reputation in the world today for a number of reasons. Is this a surprise with “Scooter” handling important government matters?

Americans have a long, proud tradition of letting government know where to draw the line. The time has come for another great chapter in that history.

If we don’t act now, imagine what might happen next? “Sparky” for the Supreme Court? “Stinky” for President?

I don’t even want to think about it.