Donald Trump’s ballroom, or dance hall in the White House, (reader, you must be familiar with Trump’s wet dream of enlarging the old White House ballroom by destroying the entire West Wing of the White House to build his larger, brand new ballroom with the ambition of holding 1,000 dancers?) Well, you can erase Trump’s wet dream. Ain’t going to happen.
On a bright cloud of music. Shall we fly?
After tearing down the entire West Wing, Trump apparently didn’t have any architectural plans for his ballroom/dance hall, just concepts.
Editor’s note: Concepts? Wasn’t that what he said about his Health Care plans? That he had concepts.
Reply: Yes.
Shall we then say goodnight and mean good-bye?
Trump had a disagreement with his architect, so he fired him, hired a second, then had another disagreement and fired the second as well. The problem is that Donald Trump, a true Gene Kelly/Fred Astaire aficionado, wanted a ballroom attached to the White House to hold 1,000 people, which would have dwarfed the White House, making it look as though it belonged in a trailer park. So the second architect was fired.
Or perchance when the last little star has left the sky,
Those architects are no weak-kneed Republican House and Senate members. Architects have standards. .
Shall we still be together with our arms around each other, and shall you be my new romance?
So Trump walked away from the ballroom construction, the gutted West Wing, leaving the once dignified White House looking depressed, Trump insisting, “So what?”
On the clear understanding that this kind of thing can happen, shall we dance? Shall we dance? Shall we dance?
Lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II.
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