Jack White looked at America’s most famous room and didn’t mince words: Idiocracy achieved. In a buzzing music discussion, fans piled on, with the top take declaring the remodel has “Saddam palace energy.” Others called it a mega-church televangelist’s office, a department-store clearance aisle in gold leaf, and yes—a wrestler’s dressing room complete with a fireplace that resembles a championship belt. Wrestling diehards pushed back (“hey, our locker rooms aren’t this gaudy”), while music heads connected the look to heel-era showmanship and the long-running “money can’t buy taste” lament. Some teased White for critiquing décor; more praised him as a rare rock star willing to say the quiet part out loud. The bigger question pulsing through the thread: when the seat of power is staged like a theme park, what does that say about who it serves? Love him or not, White lit the fuse—and fans aren’t done measuring the gold against the gravitas. Buckle up: this debate is just getting started.