I have been to the White House on several occasions. I first went there for a State Dinner in 1965 when Lyndon B. Johnson was President. I was there as a guest on several other occasions. Every time, I was in awe, star-struck. I felt as though I was walking on hallowed ground. I tried to hold onto every minute, wishing I could stop time.

And now a coarse vulgarian lives there, who has horrible taste. He paved over the Rose Garden. He hung gold-sprayed shlock from Walmart all over the Oval Office.

And now he is demolishing the East Wing to replace it with a ballroom for 999 people. The ballroom will be larger than the White House.

Trump doesn’t understand that the White House belongs to the people, not to him.

He said that the ballroom would not interfere with the White House. He lied.

He has no respect for the White House or its history.

This makes me sad. It makes me sick.

He waited until after #NoKings Day to desecrate the People’s House.

Donald Trump is a vandal.