Trump’s Gold-Draped Oval Office: Real Fascism or Farce?
Washington D.C., more like “The Great Gatsby” than the great American dream. When the rich and powerful party like it’s 1929, you have to wonder if they even remember who they serve. Spoiler alert—they don’t. They’re too busy clinking champagne glasses and betting on our futures like it’s a high-stakes poker game, where they always hold the winning hand.