Okay, maybe I’m just a worrywart.  

Possibly our august commander-in-chief simply has an unusual bedtime ritual in which, late at night, he finds it somehow calming or restful to pad over to an on-premises grand ballroom in his slippers and jammies, and spend a little time wandering among the darkened and silent exhibits.

This would be a lot less strange than asking a porn star to spank him with a magazine that features his picture on the cover.  And hey, who am I to judge?  I have some bedtime rituals of my own.  Am I just jealous because nobody will read Goodnight Moon to me?

Alternatively, maybe our current POTUS just wants to have 600 of his closest friends over for dinner every night.  (He’s a gregarious guy, after all.)  But who would pay for this?  I think even the most ardent MAGA folks might hesitate a bit on picking up the tab every night via their own tax dollars.  As for Trump himself, his business history shows scant enthusiasm for using his own money when someone else’s dollars may be available.  What option, then, would remain for him, other than to make the diners themselves pay?

If that’s what he has in mind, maybe we should simply welcome Donald Trump to the restaurant business, and wish him well.