so, performers are now expected to risk their lives standing under some piece of crap stage that could come crashing down on their heads at any moment. and then there’s that stupid miniature arch that’s literally coming unglued under the hot sun. all this stuff is falling apart because once again, Donny cheaped out. this has been Dear Leader’s modus since forever: promise the moon, rake in the bucks, and then pocket most of the moolah while delivering some duct-taped-together shithole mess that collapses into pieces almost immediately.