One if the house managers just plagiarized Mick Jagger by claiming the President is "practiced at the art of deception." He did not, thankfully, go on to talk about blood stained hands or Mr. Jimmy or receptions, but clearly it was an intentional ripoff of You Can't Always Get What You Want. This is the worst movie ever, the acting is awful, the cinematography is a joke, and whoever is in charge of wardrobe should be replaced. These aren't legislators or statespeople, these are mostly thirsty lawyers. Snore.
Pens for everyone. For no good reason, it's not like an actual president used them, the pens had no worth. Perhaps they were a reminder of all the praying that was being done, perhaps somber symbols of dastardly deeds done, maybe the ink was black, maybe the ink was blue, maybe they were purchased from the office supply budget. Or the office party budget. Either way, seems a waste, pens are so last decade.
A live video feed could work as good, this chamber is a bit stiff. Everyone is having phone anxiety, everyone is tired of water, no one wants to drink milk. This is insane! Surely we can send in some food, no doubt we can pipe in some light music, and for the love of God, hopefully we can do something about the back drop, the brown marble has got to go. Looks nothing like a modern workplace.