A Message to the Hollywood Crowd

A Message to the Hollywood Crowd

To all the Hollywood (and those who live/work elsewhere) celebrity crybabies,

It’s time to wake up now. Get this! The only reason you exist is for my entertainment.

Some of you are beautiful. Some of you can deliver a line with such conviction that you bring tears to my eyes. Some of you are so convincing that you scare the crap out of me. And others are so funny you can make me laugh uncontrollably.

But you all have one thing in common. You only exist and have a place in my world to entertain me. That’s it. Nothing else!

You make your living pretending to be someone else. You play dress-up like a 5-year-old. Your world is a make-believe world. It is not real. It doesn’t exist. You live for the camera while the rest of us live in the real world. You are overpaid cry-babies.

Your entire existence depends on my patronage. I grind the organ – and you dance. Therefore, I don’t care where you stand on issues. Honestly, your opinion means nothing to me. Your view matters far less to me than that of a someone living in Timbuktu.
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Believe me or not, the hard truth is that you aren’t real. When I turn off my TV or shut down my computer, you cease to exist. Once I am done, you are too, until it’s time for you to entertain me again. I don’t care that you think BP executives deserve the death penalty. I don’t care what you think about the environment. I don’t care if you believe fracking is bad. I don’t care if you call for more gun control. I don’t care if you believe in catastrophic human-induced global warming, and I don’t care that you supported Hillary for President.

Get back into your bubble. I’ll let you know when I’m in the mood for something pretty or scary or funny.  

And one other thing. What was with all this “I’ll leave the country if Donald Trump wins”?

Don’t you know how stupid that made you sound? What did you think my reaction was going to be? I better not vote for Trump or we’ll lose Whoopi Goldberg? Rosie O’Donnell? Barbra Streisand?  

All of you can leave. I don’t care! And don’t let the doorknob hit you in the butt on your way out.  

Make me laugh. Make me cry. Even scare me. But realize this, the only words of yours that matter are scripted — just like your pathetic little lives. I may agree with some of you from time to time, but in the final analysis, it doesn’t matter. In my world, you exist solely for our entertainment.

And while we’re on the subject; you want to go on strike until Donald Trump resigns? I hope you have a good bit of money put back, you may be out of work for a really long time.

So, shut your big mouths and DANCE, MONKEY, DANCE!