Trump’s Big, Hideous Ballroom
Even with everything else going on, some crimes against taste are too outrageous to ignore.
Some not-great news on the jobs front this morning. The economy added 73,000 jobs in July, far below the expected 110,000. Worse: There were some serious revisions downward for the prior two months. May went from 144,000 jobs added to 19,000; June went from 147,000 jobs added to 14,000. We expect Trump to declare that this is Joe Biden’s economy now.
Mercifully, we can distract ourselves from this shaky economic news with this interesting story from the BBC about oh God, oh man, oh yikes—
A radioactive wasp nest with radiation levels ten times of what is allowed under regulations was found at a facility that once produced parts for US nuclear weapons, federal officials said.
“The wasp nest was sprayed to kill wasps, then bagged as radioactive waste,” says a US Department of Energy report released last week. No wasps were found at the site near Aiken in South Carolina.
CNN hastened to add that “officials said there is no danger to anyone”—leaving unsaid the obvious exception of unless you happen to get stung by one of these bad boys. Happy Friday.
One Big Beautiful Ballroom
by William Kristol
I know, I know. No one likes a party pooper. No one welcomes a finger wagger. No one likes an old grouch.
I try to remind myself of this every now and then. Because it’s hard not to be all of these things in the age of Trump. The unfortunate epoch in which we find ourselves provides so many opportunities for one’s inner Eeyore, one’s barely suppressed Debbie Downer, one’s sublimated-with-difficulty censorious moralizer, to break out.
Donald Trump wants to knock down the fine old East Wing of the White House and replace it with a giant ballroom. That’s too kind. Really, he’s turning the stately White House into Mar-a-Lago North! It should be called the Juan and Eva Peron Ballroom! As a friend remarked, it looks like Versailles took a giant dump on Pennsylvania Avenue.
Here in America, ballrooms should be in hotels, not in the People’s House! Oh, for the good old days of democratic dignity and republican restraint!
And I would add, at the risk of turning this newsletter into House & Garden, that now the White House has a nicely balanced look, with a West Wing and an East Wing flanking its central structure. Trump wants to destroy that. And how nicely old-fashioned and modest those simple names were: the West Wing and East Wing! How soon will they be sacrificed in the cause of “naming opportunities?”
I could go on. I want to go on! It’s vulgar! It’s distasteful! It’s a sad sign of our distempered times!
But I won’t go on. I will show strength of character.
Of course, I should also acknowledge reality. The East Wing as we know it has only existed since 1942, when it was added by Franklin D. Roosevelt to cover the construction of an underground bunker. The First Lady has only had offices there since 1977. The West Wing, which it so elegantly balances, is itself an early-twentieth-century addition.
I take the point. I will lighten up.
Vulgarity is endemic to democracy. And it’s particularly endemic now, to a democracy that twice elected Donald Trump. The One Big Beautiful Ballroom is the least of the damaging legacies he’s going to leave us. Compared to the real damage he’s doing to our polity and our society—compared to all the indecency and illegality, this is a mere footnote, and a minor one at that.
What, after all, is a mere garish ballroom when Trump evades the truth about and minimizes the horror of the crimes of Jeffrey Epstein? Who cares about a tsunami of gold Chiavari chairs when we watch his FBI Director lie as he claims newly discovered documents proved the claim of Russian interference in the 2016 election was an invention of Democrats?
All of this makes one want to say of Donald Trump what Abraham Lincoln said in 1858 about Stephen Douglas’s apparent moral neutrality on the institution of slavery: “He is blowing out the moral lights around us. . . . he is penetrating, so far as lies in his power, the human soul, and eradicating the light of reason and the love of liberty [in] the public mind.”
Hold on! You’re overdoing it! No more moralizing!
I’ve got to lighten up.
But, my God. I can’t. Did you see that Florida governor Ron DeSantis has named today, August 1, Hulk Hogan Day? “In honor of a great Floridian, Hulk Hogan, we are lowering the flags at the capitol and in Pinellas County tomorrow. Additionally, I am officially declaring tomorrow, August 1st, 2025, as ‘Hulk Hogan Day’ in Florida.”
How many Floridians have done notable things to help their neighbors and their country? How many Floridians have real achievements in science, in the arts, in civic life? “Hulk Hogan Day”? Really? That’s what we’ve come to?
It appears so. Maybe, in fact, that’s what we’ve always been, to some degree.
And I should husband my outrage for the “Alligator Alcatraz,” where people are being mistreated as a result of truly cruel and indecent policies. That’s a real disgrace to our county. “Hulk Hogan” day is kind of harmless, I guess.
OK, so I’ll let Hulk Hogan go by without comment. No finger wagging.
But still, there are lines I can not cross, and crimes I can’t countenance. And they extend to the world of civic architecture. I must say—once more for the record—that I am horrified and appalled by Donald Trump’s One Big Beautiful Ballroom.





