I think we are NOW in an alternate universe where it’s something someone scrapped off their shoe and put in the White House.
I want to live in the universe in which Mary Ann Trump had a miscarriage around Thanksgiving of 1945.
You can always bet on Donald attempting to compensate.
Snopes stops just short of labeling the desk business false, but is extremely skeptical, concluding:
The photo from the other day of Trump just standing there doing nothing while a Novo Nordisk executive who collapsed is being attended to, shows him behind the Resolute desk.
Or a convincing replica…
… yet
Forget the Resolute desk; has anyone verified the status of the gold at Fort Knox or the Federal Reserve of New York?
Maybe Trump replaced the gold with NFT pictures of gold bars, which are an investment that will make the country so much wealthier. That’s what a Stable Genius would do.
(My favorite is the gold bar dressed like an astronaut in a cute little moon rover.)
Since there are no more bars to protect, the property is turning into a strip club called Fort Knockers.
Snopes also said it was “false” that Trump called neo-Nazis very fine people, though. They’re not what they were when the Mikkelsons ran the site.
What happened to everything that was in the East Wing? Artwork, furniture, heirlooms?
Melanie?
Ebay?
That would have been an Architectural Salvager Honey Hole. Looked like it just all got trashed.
Agent Orange is such an Asshole.
I wonder whether things could have been removed via the underground tunnels.
If he was the President of France, the cathedral of Notre Dame would be having every other row of pews replaced with slot machines.
She did….
Moment of levity from the Daily Kos:
Call it a test run for “If you ain’t go no problem with burning the bed, the sheets, the pillowcases, everything else when this (orange)-ass MF is gone!”
And why are there so many U-Hall trucks a Mar-a-Lago?