By Hubie and Bertie
How much better for us Americans to be like the British or the Canadians — who either offer their PM modest living quarters guarded by a cat, or who, feeling frugal, aren't much interested in fixing an official residence that's fallen into disrepair.
But for those of us who care about the White House, these are dark days. Benedict Donald is turning 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue into a garish presidential palace. Now he says he's adding a ballroom (and spending $200 million of, make no mistake, our money to do it). A ballroom. Gee, that's funny — we thought that was what the East Room was for.
And what is he doing, demolishing the East Wing? It's kind of unclear, but then again, would it matter? Moose & Squirrel (aka "the Third Lady") seems not to ever be there. Does she even have a staff?
So maybe it's time for us to let any fond feelings about the Executive Mansion go. Its history is kind of spotty, anyway. Built by slaves, burned by the British, and not really infused with any kind of glamor until 1961, when John and Jackie Kennedy moved in. It's pretty clear that that's what Trump is trying to do: erase any trace of the Kennedy mystique. (See also: "Trump Center for the Performing Arts.")
Or maybe we'll just hang on until a Democrat gets elected again and can tear out all vestiges of the VulgAryan. We cats watch and wait, our tails switching. In the meantime, we HISS.
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