Remember when Obama put his feet on the Resolute desk? The wingnut screaming could be heard in space.
Gary Legum
We can hear this, from our house in DC.
Back in the Carter era, I was (politely) reprimanded, for "disrespect to the office" when I wore blue jeans when called in to work late on a Saturday night, for revisions to a Monday a.m. speech.
Now, Nero and Caligula.
James Fallows
Nothing says ‘freedom’ like burning taxpayer money on dirt bikes at the White House for a billionaire’s birthday party. Bread’s expensive, rent’s worse, but sure, let’s fund a midlife crisis with fireworks and motocross. Peak empire decay. America is not a serious country.
