Trump, Renaming Everything Trump

IT SHOULDN'T BE surprising that Donald Trump has decided, unilaterally, to rename the iconic Kennedy Performing Arts Center after himself. It would be different, maybe, if, for instance, a veritable tens of millions of members mob were strongly advocating for the name change, staging mass protests in the streets, spray painting the name "Trump" on every city street and public building in America, carrying placards bearing the message "Rename Everything "Trump"". Is it now the "Kennedy-Trump Center"?, the "Trump-Kennedy Center", or simply the "Trump Center"? Are we scrubbing the memory of JFK from our national consciousness, and chiseling Trump into them in stone? Perhaps MAGA folk encouraged the renaming. Most likely, the idea came entirely from a single demented pathologically narcissistic mind. Its time to hold on to our sacred traditions for dear life. How long until we walk up the steps looking up at the image of an obese orange haired man gazing uotward from his chair at the "Lincoln-Trump Memorial"? Our Washington Monument obelisk formally designated, by an act of Congress, the Washington-Trump Memorial"? In fact, an act of Congress is required to change the name of anything federal, including the Kennedy Center. So yes, once again, as is seemingly constantly the case, Mr. Trump is breaking the law. When I was about nine or ten years old my mother gave me a cool present. It was a plastic machine shaped roughly like a handgun. You could use it to print out words and names on plastic strips by pushing the right letters on a small keyboard,and the plastic strip had a sticky side with which you could attack your name to an object. I loved the device, and stated printing out all kinds of words and names, until my mom reminded me that the spply of plastic was limited, and should be used wisely. That neraly, but not quite spoiled the fun. I decided I wanted to put my name on everything I owned,including my radio. Eventuayll, i figured, I would get to all the clothing in my closet, which was a considerable amount. Mom sht downthat project too, and gave me a quick lesson on the difference between things you should put yor nae one, and things you shouldn't, or didn't need to. I would never lose my radio and want it back, and nobody would ever steal it out of my bedroom. At my favorite university man of the buildings are named after the welahy benefactors who helped pay for their construction, appropriately so. This included the football stadium and basketball arena. Like all fans, I love our nice, modern, attractive athletic facilities. It makes going to the game much more pleasant. And of course I am grateful to the generous billionaires who ade it all possible. But I can'thelp but wish that they were instead named after the teams that play in them, after the university rather than the generous billionaire benefactor. When I consider the sheer number of places and things that are named in honor of people like Washington and Jefferson and Madison, and then extrapolate a bit, flashing forward to now, the mere thought of the word "Trump" adorning and sullying public places in our beloved United States frankly horrifies me. Thank God we have not yet added a sculpted visage of Roonald Reagan to Mt. Rushmore, and, it seems now, never will. We sure thought about it. With Trump,we may be spared. His administration may sink to such great depths of infamy that the mere mention of it will be instantly ridiculed and dismissed. That requires faith in our powers of discernment, sadly.