Coffee Talk with Tiff

Coffee. Photo by Jonathan Thursfield.

It’s Thursday…

President Shitshow’s public schedule for…

10/23/2025:

President MC is calling the cartel roundtable an “announcement.” Because why bother with policy when you can just rebrand a meeting as a Big Important Thing. Expect stern faces, scary words, and absolutely nothing new.

And while President MC is busy renaming meetings as “announcements,” the White House has apparently decided to casually rip out the East Wing like it’s a kitchen remodel on a home-renovation show. Except here, the homeowner is… all of us. And funny thing, nobody asked the taxpayers if we were cool with the demolition crew showing up.

Because accountability is optional when you can bulldoze first and explain later.

And just so they can’t pretend we imagined it…

Yesterday, during an Oval Office pool spray, President Grifter announced that the new estimated cost of his vanity project will be “around $300 million” for reference, in July it was $200 million and by mid-September it had already ballooned to $250 million … but hey, inflation is down, so everything’s totally fine.

I’m really gutted about the demolition this morning; not just because they’re tearing it down, but because it’s our house and nobody asked us if they could bulldoze part of it for a ballroom, meanwhile the spin on Twitter is like we’re supposed to clap while they rip out the walls.

This is the narrative they expect us to swallow while they rip apart history:

It’s a fucking ballroom, and they’re treating it like it’s some divine revelation. It’s not historic. It’s not respectful of our house. It’s a monument to one man’s ego, a guy who genuinely believes he should never have to surrender power until the devil personally shows up to drag him offstage.

What the hell is happening to us? We can’t guarantee poor families access to basic healthcare. We can’t even promise kids two meals a damn day. School lunch debt exists in the richest country on the planet, and these clowns are bulldozing history to build a luxury event space so the donor class can sip champagne and congratulate themselves for exploiting the rest of us.

A ballroom where rich fucks will dine on the taxpayer’s dime while they flatter him and angle for more money, more influence, more ways to rig the system in their favor.

It’s a symbol, alright. A gilded neon sign flashing FAILING NATION while they tell us to clap.

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