Ah, the Kennedy Center. Longtime jewel for Washington DC. The premier performing arts space in America. Upon its boards have trod some of the world's greatest performers. It has hosted production after production of some of the greatest plays ever written. Kings and queens have been entertained within its walls. It has enriched its surrounding community with classes and outreach, sowing seeds for future generations of artists.

And at the rate it has been shedding performers since the current president took it over, it might be emptier than Donald Trump's brainpan by March. That's really empty. Like a boundless void.

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In other words, it was Trump, it is always Trump, he's poison, everything he touches dies, no one wants anything to do with a Kennedy Center defiled by that boor and imbecile. Not performers, not audiences, not donors. Hell, at this point we'd be surprised if the Center's head and least charming psychopath on any cell block, Ric Grenell, could get a pizza delivered.

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At the risk of beating a dead horse here, may we suggest to the MAGA-fied Kennedy Center that its leaders refrain from being such dicks? That's why no one wants anything to do with you, it's not your immoral politics. Well, it is your immoral politics. But also the part about being dicks. So long as you keep that up, we're all just marking time until three years from now when can chisel the atrocity that is the name Donald Trump off your precious building.