Glorifying the Vainglorious Trump

IT IS RUMORED, unurprisingly, that Donald Trump would be more than amenable to the renaming of rhe Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts to, as you might have guessed, the Trump Center for the same. In all fairness, much of the momentum for this laughable relabeling derives,as one might have guessed, from within the ranks of Trump's moronic MAGA minions. Several months ago, the newly ensconced self congratulatory president toured the building, and found it wanting in amenities, and in disrepair. A spiritual Trump Tower twin. That may be where he hatched the scheme: a newly, beautifully renovated performing arts center, with his famous name topping it. Trump also expressed disapproval of the natue of the performing artists who have historically performed there. Far too many progressive minded violinists, perhaps, too many theatrical presentations with themes reflecting social ills, and the need to correct them. Heaven forbid that art should sinei the light of truth on American society and the human condition, and hint at a need for reform. This,after all, is the mindset of an American conservative movement which considers "To Kill A Mockingbird: and "The Grapes of Wrath" too liberal, too disrespectful of the powers that be status quo, too married to Diversity, Equality, and Inclusion; in a word, too "woke". The philistinic Trump, mirroring the artisitc sensitivies fo his sycophantic cult folowers, would no doubt prefer to attend a never ending parade of tawdry, pedestrian, smugly conventional musical and theatrical performances. A Star Spangled night of maudlin patriotic fodder for the medicore mind, featuring the Marine Corp band. (Nothing against the band, they rock). Hip hop Hamilton supplanted by the untold story of Donald Trump's noble, patriotic rise to the top of the political heap his ascension to glory, from humble Abrahamic Lincolnian log cabin beginnings. In other words, a steady stream of prosaic, pandering drivel. one can imagine the enthusiatic influx of MAGA mob members, bursting through the turnstyles, wearing the iconic red ball caps, grinning and drooling, armed to the teeth, without any intervention from metal detectors or security personnel, grinning and drooling idiotically, in anticipation of an evening of obsequious Trump worshipping nonsense. Conservative values on full display; hatred of gay people and people of color, shamelessly singing the praises of white Christian American nationalistic glory. Is that the blonde, pudgy Karoline Leavitt on Trump's arm, or someone much, much younger? The first lady, we are informed, has another engagement for the evening. What could be the next step beyond this, other than the additon of a chiseled head to the Mt.Rushmore foursome? Trump, sliding in neatly next to or between Roosevelt, Lincoln, Jefferson, and Washington, orange toupee sweeping across the rocks, casting shadows. If there is insufficient room among the rocks,one of the others can simply be chiseled back out of existence, and a new beginning made. Move over or begone with you, Jefferson and Lincoln, your progressive place in hisotry has no place here. Eliminating the equally forward thinking Teddy Roosevelt would leave more than enough room for outsized granite likenesses of Trump and Ronald Reagan to fill the void. Or maybe that bothersome trouble makng Crazy Horse, just down the road and around the corner, his statue incomplete, could be deep sixed, much like his people. Trump woould be even more appropriately located there, having conquered another of his hated minorities. Carving human heads into the previously majestic mountain is already an abomination, a crime against God and nature; why not compound the criminality? Pam Bondi, batting eyelashes at the rock hewed moribund torpid Reagan and Trump? 'Til human voies wake us, and we drown. (T.S.Eliot)