President Donald Trump says he's firing members of the board of trustees for the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts and naming himself chairman.
So the self-appointed arbiter of American culture stumbles into another vanity project, replacing seasoned trustees with his golden-framed portrait. Drag shows for youth suddenly eclipse actual issues—because nothing unites a crumbling democracy like pearl-clutching over sequins and lip-syncing. The Kennedy Center’s new “vision” boils down to erasing anything that doesn’t smell like 1950s nostalgia and rebranding nepotism as patriotism.
Artistic merit now hinges on loyalty oaths. Meanwhile, actual policy disasters get a standing ovation. But sure, let’s pretend this isn’t a textbook narcissist playbook—appointing oneself chairman of anything is just dictator-lite cosplay. The “Golden Age” he’s selling? More like gilded decay.
So the self-appointed arbiter of American culture stumbles into another vanity project, replacing seasoned trustees with his golden-framed portrait. Drag shows for youth suddenly eclipse actual issues—because nothing unites a crumbling democracy like pearl-clutching over sequins and lip-syncing. The Kennedy Center’s new “vision” boils down to erasing anything that doesn’t smell like 1950s nostalgia and rebranding nepotism as patriotism.
Artistic merit now hinges on loyalty oaths. Meanwhile, actual policy disasters get a standing ovation. But sure, let’s pretend this isn’t a textbook narcissist playbook—appointing oneself chairman of anything is just dictator-lite cosplay. The “Golden Age” he’s selling? More like gilded decay.
More like gold-colored spray-painted feces