The Sun King lives. Donald Trump gave a recent tour to his donors of his refurbished version of the Oval Office. As he explained it now is more representative of how America should be perceived?
24K gold tchotchkes adorn every surface. Gilded frames. Golden Trump coasters. Not so much like a presidential office as a tacky Vegas lounge.
But the president gets to use actual gold. Because we the people supply him with an endless budget to express his inner decorator.
And we also look forward to seeing the golden ballroom that is currently being attached to the White House like a giant gilded barnacle.
Again, because the president insists that everyone has wanted a ballroom for 150 years.
We the people don’t do many balls. But I bet they’re great fun. You get to dress up. Pretend to like people you don’t. And impress them too.
Meanwhile, out here in the world of normies, I just paid $18.95 for a regular old cheeseburger and fries at a hole-in-the-wall cafe.
But please, bring on the Gilded Age beginning and ending in the White House.
Tone deaf is an understatement. Not-a-clue is more like it.