Given America’s 250th, I postponed my art-news piece for June as well as the announcement of my first Supreme Flower of Nitwittery awards, given to those people — the prize has multiple winners, so many are the choices — especially endowed by their Creator with heads so filled with cotton, hay, rags, roots, mulch, and frilly, silly flowers that they could float at the Rose Bowl Parade. “No Kings,” I agree, but the real kings and queens — and they’re mutton-headed dopes — are judges. Some of these lifetime judges suddenly think they’re curators and impresarios.
Federal District Court Judge Christopher Cooper gets a Flower Pot for a Brain Prize but not for ordering the removal of President Trump’s name from the façade of the Kennedy Center. Yes, there was a woke lawsuit, and Trump’s team lost. Cooper ruled that the new name must go, and he’s right. I read the federal statute, and it’s crystal-clear: Only Congress can change the name. Government buildings shouldn’t be named after the living anyway. After death, people’s merits as role models and symbols can be shrewdly assessed. I suppose that naming wings and rooms and escalators and loos for the living is fine if there’s philanthropic money plunked on the table — naming furniture is fine, too — since that’s what we need to do, especially for the Smithsonian.
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