America is re-entering the Golden Age.

Guess who’s bringing it back without humility or subtle recalibration.

Yup.

The Oval Office has been redecorated and rebranded as a cross between a dictator’s den and a Mar-a-Lago gift shop.

Gone are the neutral tones, clean lines and modest accents favored by his predecessor.

In their place are velvet ropes to cordon off the Resolute Desk, a new chandelier that looks borrowed from a Russian oligarch’s yacht and a giant wall-mounted flatscreen looping old campaign rallies and his latest Truth Social videos.

The gold curtains are back. The blue rug has been replaced with a beige Ronald Reagan rug.

There is a golden shower of historic gold urns and baskets from the White House collection on the mantle.

Added are two side tables that appear to be held up by golden eagles and there are golden Trump 47 coasters.

An image of his mugshot from when he was booked on election interference charges in Georgia is framed in gold. There is also a map with the Gulf of America highlighted.

And of course, the Diet Coke red button has returned.

But the décor isn’t just aesthetic.

It is a statement. Trump’s second-term Oval Office is the physical manifestation of his governing style, brash, overdecorated, unapologetically performative and deeply obsessed with optics just like a billionaire’s lair crossed with the set of The Apprentice: Constitutional Edition.

The Oval Office now reflects a twisted interpretation of the Golden Rule.