I'm usually slow on the uptake, but I still feel foolish for not noticing this right away. With his usual media savvy, President-for-Life-in-My-Heart Obama recently electrified the nation with his joke about Trump making the White House look like a Cheesecake Factory decorated by Saddam Hussein. I wasn't impressed by it, but liberals squeed with joy and MAGA pretended to care about what ordinary Americans could afford, so it did its job.
But no one, including me, seems to have noticed the irony of Trump's pimp taste being mocked by the man who built this pharaonic monstrosity, this love child of Brutalism and Albert Speer, on the south side of Chicago.
