Dear Hollywood Celebrities:
It’s time to wake up now.
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 it brings tears to my eyes. Some of you are so convincing that you scare the crap out of me. And others are so funny that you can make me laugh uncontrollably.
But you all have one thing in common. You only exist to entertain me. That’s IT. Nothing else!
You make your living pretending to be someone else. You are like a 5-year old playing dress-up. Your world is a make-believe world. It is not real. It doesn’t exist. You live in front of a camera while the rest of us live in the real world.
You are overpaid crybabies. Your entire existence depends upon my patronage. I crank the organ grinder and you dance. So therefore, I don’t CARE where you stand on the issues.
Honestly, your opinion means nothing to me. Frankly your opinion matters less to me than the opinion of somebody living in Timbuktu. Believe it or not, you are not real.
When I turn off the TV or shut down my computer, you cease to exist. Once I am done, you are too until such time as I decide to turn you on to once again entertain me.
I don’t care if you think BP executives deserve the death penalty. I don’t care what you think about the environment or if you believe man-made global warming is going to destroy the planet. I don’t care if you believe fracking is bad or if you want more gun control. And I really could not care less if you voted for Hillary for President.
So, get back into your bubble. I will let you know when I am again in the mood for something scary or funny to laugh at.
And one other thing. What was all this talk about leaving the country if Donald Trump wins? Don’t you realize how stupid that makes you sound? I had better not vote for Trump because we will lose Whoopie Goldberg? Al Sharpton? Amy Schumer? Go ahead and LEAVE! I don’t care.
Just make sure you don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out.
Make me laugh, make me cry, make me scared. But just remember all your words that matter to me are scripted. Just like your pathetic little lives.
I may agree with some of you some of the time, but just remember that in the final analysis you only exist for my entertainment.