I waited until the last minute to purchase my Halloween costume and wouldn’t you know it? By the time I got to my local Spirit Halloween (which, until the month before had been the Department of Education), they were all sold out of “Heartless Plutocrat” tuxedo onesies.

“What gives?” I asked the employee, who used to run USAID.

“The Mar-A-Lago crowd bought ‘em all up for Trump’s Great Gatsby party,” he said.

Obviously, I thought, the fellow was having a laugh at my expense. Surely even this president knows better than to throw a Roaring Twenties-themed gala the day before the federal government shuts 42 million Americans out of their SNAP benefits? Or right before insurance companies jack up their prices because the health insurance marketplace subsidies expired with the budget. Any sane politician, no matter how odious, would put the kibosh on such a party at this moment of maximal anxiety for everyday Americans.

And yet here we are, bystanders to the MAGA party to end all parties, poolside at a Mar-A-Lago festooned with feathers brought in by the kilo. Look, there’s Marco Rubio whose agency is destroying America’s global standing - doesn’t he look smart? And by golly, was that

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