For those who want to complain about the pool and fixing it, this one's for you.

For those who want to complain?

You mean about the lovely historic reflecting pool that your creepy senile spray-tanned grifter pedo pimp "reimagined" in his own likeness? A cheap, gimcrack, trailer-trash septic field that we're now stuck with for our nation's 250th anniversary?

Maybe instead of reflecting on what it means to be Americans, we can set up some airboat races? Chuck in a few gators and hook 'em out with raw chicken and chains? Maybe have some more guys beat each other senseless—how about in Arlington this time? Shine some crypto ads on the Washington Monument?

And when you say fixing it, does that mean more bleach? Visitors to D.C. are guaranteed to have tears in their eyes, not from the majesty of the monuments, or the solemnity of the setting, but from the Clorox fumes.

By all means, keep sending dispatches from Fort Dipstick. Operation Cabana Boy is another MAGA winner!