Day 285: The Don’s Dazzling Destruction: From History to Selfie Heaven

No One is Impressed with Donny Destroying the East Wing

Now that Donny has bypassed Congress and demolished the East Wing of the White House — a 122-year-old piece of American heritage — to make way for his $300 million ballroom of vanity, it turns out not even his base are impressed with the move.

In Donny’s America, “preserving history” means replacing it with chandeliers, mirrors, and a marble floor imported from wherever his last bribe came from.

Funded by “private donations” (translation: a who’s who of grifters and sycophants hoping for favors), the new ballroom will reportedly be “a symbol of American excellence.” Sure — if “excellence” means vandalizing a national monument to build yourself a Versailles cosplay.

And the American people? They’re not impressed. According to a new poll, 56% disapprove of the demolition, with even a third of Trump’s own voters side-eyeing this latest tantrum of excess. Turns out, even MAGA diehards draw the line at turning the White House into a Vegas casino.

But, as we all know, public opinion has never been Donny’s strong suit. When told about the backlash, insiders say he smirked and replied, “They’ll love it when they see the gold ceiling.” Because of course he did.

The East Wing, originally built in 1902 under Theodore Roosevelt, once housed the offices of the First Lady and key staff — a cornerstone of White House history. Now it’s rubble. Another pile of dust sacrificed on the altar of Trump’s ego, joining democracy, ethics, and coherent foreign policy.

Donny had previously promised not to destroy any existing White House structures during his renovation spree. But consistency, like honesty or humility, has never been part of Donny's brand.

This is the man who treats national landmarks like Lego sets, believing every building would look better with his name plastered on it. When critics accused him of desecrating a piece of American history, aides say he brushed it off: “It’s still the White House. Just classier now.”

Classier. Sure, if your idea of class involves Roman columns, a champagne fountain, and a DJ booth shaped like the presidential seal.

The White House Historical Association, architectural historians, and just about anyone with eyes have condemned the demolition as “reckless,” “egregious,” and “a crime against American heritage.” One preservationist put it bluntly:

“You can’t call it the People’s House if it’s being redesigned for one man’s ego.”

Exactly. The East Wing’s destruction isn’t just about bad taste — it’s a metaphor for the Trump era itself: historic institutions gutted, rebuilt in gold, and sold back to the public as a monument to one man’s delusion.

And the most infuriating part? He’s funding it with “personal wealth.” That means this isn’t even about money — it’s about power and spectacle. He’s literally buying his own shrine, right next to the Oval Office.

So when the ballroom finally opens, expect the guest list to read like a rogues’ gallery of sycophants — JD Vance polishing the silver, Mike Johnson leading a standing ovation, Marco Rubio refilling Donny’s Diet Coke.

Meanwhile, historians will be left mourning what used to be one of the most iconic symbols of American democracy — now reduced to a glitzy monument to narcissism and decay.

The People’s House is no longer for the people. It’s The Don’s Palace now — a gilded tomb for what’s left of the republic.

Because in the end, Donny didn’t just tear down the East Wing. He tore down what it stood for.

Let Them Eat Gold: The Mad King Shows Off His Marble Throne While 42 Million Americans Go Hungry

In another Donny inspired White House renovation, Donny has proudly unveiled his renovations to the Lincoln Bedroom bathroom. Because this is his priority.

As 42 million Americans faced the expiration of SNAP benefits, their cupboards bare and their government shuttered, The Mad King decided it was the perfect moment to show off his new bathroom.

Yes, while the nation’s most vulnerable scrambled to feed their children, Donny proudly unveiled photos of his latest monument to vanity — a lavish marble bathroom renovation in the Lincoln Bedroom, complete with gold fixtures, mirrored walls, and the kind of aesthetic that screams “dictator chic.” All the usual tasteless gaudy appeal that Donny stamps everything on. And worst of all - we now hav a glimpse of where Donny drops his pants to unload.

The self-congratulatory display came as the government shutdown entered its 31st day, making it the second-longest in U.S. history. Federal workers remain unpaid. SNAP benefits are suspended. National parks are closed. But The Don? He’s flush — literally.

“A beautiful new renovation — absolutely tremendous!” he bragged online, as if the Lincoln Bedroom were a suite at Mar-a-Lago instead of a national landmark.

The timing was grotesque even by Donny's standards. Just hours later, a federal judge ordered the administration to use contingency funds to restore SNAP payments, a rebuke that underscored the sheer depravity of a president more interested in bathtubs than breadlines.

This is Trumpism in its purest form: opulence amid suffering, self-promotion amid chaos, marble amid hunger.

And if the bathroom wasn’t tone-deaf enough, The Don doubled down by boasting about “exciting progress” at the Kennedy Center, where federal funds (already frozen for actual people) are magically available to repair columns, rebuild stages, and upgrade VIP seating. Because, of course, culture matters — as long as it’s gilded.

Meanwhile, 42 million Americans — children, seniors, working families — waited to learn if their next meal would arrive.

But the president was busy admiring his reflection in imported Carrara marble. The New Republic put it bluntly: Donny's obsession with luxury while the nation starves is “a grotesque display of misplaced priorities.” To which one might add — it’s not misplaced at all. It’s exactly who he is.

This is a man who builds gold-plated toilets and then calls struggling Americans “lazy.”

A man who cuts food stamps but spares no expense for bathroom décor fit for Caligula.

The symbolism is almost too on-the-nose. The Lincoln Bedroom — once a solemn space commemorating a president who saved the Union — is now home to The Don’s porcelain empire. The room of emancipation turned into the throne room of entitlement.

When asked about criticism that his renovations were “insensitive,” one White House official reportedly shrugged and said, “The President believes Americans appreciate beauty.”

And while The Don posts pictures of marble sinks, food banks across the country report record demand. One in eight Americans now relies on charity to survive — all while their president revels in his latest act of self-worship.

If Marie Antoinette had Instagram, it would look exactly like Trump’s feed this week. The message couldn’t be clearer: the poor can starve, as long as the fixtures shine. The Mad King doesn’t govern — he decorates. And every gold-plated surface is another middle finger to the people he swore to serve.

So as the SNAP lawsuit winds its way through the courts, and families pray their benefits resume, rest assured: Donny’s got everything under control.

The White House may be collapsing, the economy may be gasping, but at least the toilet flushes like a dream.

Demented Donny Demands His Enemies Be Jailed — Again

Dozy Don has had one of his internet rages again. In an unhinged post dripping with rage and insecurity, Donny declared:

“He is a CRIMINAL AND SHOULD BE IN JAIL. A MAJOR LOWLIFE AND FAILURE. An ugly person, both inside and out! I beat him badly, and love watching him squirm now.”

That’s not a legal argument; that’s the emotional range of a drunk high school bully posting from his mom’s basement.

No one’s entirely sure who Donny was frothing about this time — Jack Smith? Joe Biden? Merrick Garland? — because the post linked to a conspiratorial piece from Just the News, a MAGA content mill best known for laundering grievances into “articles.”

The White House declined to comment, which is code for “We’re not dignifying this lunacy with an answer.”

But let’s be real — the details don’t matter. Trump’s entire shtick is authoritarian Mad Libs. Fill in the blank with whatever name you want — Smith, Biden, Garland, Pelosi — the message is always the same: lock them up, praise me, democracy bad.

This latest tantrum comes after weeks of Trump ramming the gas pedal on his persecution narrative, whining about “witch hunts” while simultaneously doing the witch hunting himself. It’s the oldest trick in the despot playbook: accuse your opponents of the crimes you’re committing.

And he’s not even subtle about it. Trump already issued blanket pardons to 1,500 of the January 6 rioters — his “hostages,” as he creepily called them — and now he’s suggesting that those who investigated the attack on the Capitol should be the ones behind bars.

You can almost hear the faint strains of the Imperial March every time he posts. Let’s rewind the tape:

The FBI classified the January 6 attack as domestic terrorism.

Over 140 police officers were injured, the certification of the 2020 election was interrupted, and democracy itself teetered on the brink.

The House January 6 committee concluded that Donny engaged in a “multi-part conspiracy to overturn the lawful results of the election.”

Donny's response? Pardon the insurrectionists, attack the investigators, and pretend he’s the victim. And now he’s escalating again — this time flirting openly with criminalizing his political rivals.

It’s not new, but it’s getting bolder. His “jail them” rhetoric used to be campaign-season red meat; now it’s governing policy, amplified from the Oval Office with the power of the state behind it.

This is what authoritarian creep looks like — slow, relentless normalization of the unthinkable. One day it’s “lock her up” for Hillary. The next, it’s “pardon the seditionists.” Now it’s “put Biden in prison” because the man had the audacity to exist - and plainly beat him in an election.

It’s projection on steroids. The guy who actually incited a mob to storm the Capitol is screaming “criminal!” at everyone else, like a cartoon villain too dim to realize he’s describing himself.

And the Republican Party? Crickets. They’re too busy pretending this is normal — too busy hiding under the table hoping the storm passes. But every time they stay silent, they’re signing off on this descent into authoritarian sludge.

This isn’t politics anymore; it’s vengeance masquerading as governance. A petty tyrant demanding his enemies be jailed while his cult cheers and the Constitution weeps.

The Mad King has stopped pretending to be a president. He’s playing mob boss now — grifting in gold, ruling by tantrum, and calling it law. And America, somehow, is still pretending this is normal.