An open letter to Hollywood celebrities was floating around social media just after the Presidential election. I have no idea who the author is, but I liked the points they were making.
During this last election cycle, Hillary called out her liberal Hollywood elite friends en masse to help her campaign. She had to because that woman is so boring!
What I can’t wrap my head around is why Hollywood celebrities are stupid enough to comment on politics?
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I know people who won’t see a Matt Damion movie because Matthew continues to insult them with his leftist dribble.
Think of all the celebrities who called Trump and his supporters racist, sexist, and xenophobes! I’m sure they will remember those moments fondly. Think of that the next time your movie bombs or no one buys one of your songs. Doesn’t anyone remember the Dixie Chicks?
This letter was written with people in mind like Elizabeth Banks, Jon Bon Jovi, Meryl Streep, Demi Lovato, Sarah Silverman, America Ferrera, Amy Schumer, George Clooney, Robert De Niro, and Katy Perry (I didn’t include Rosie O’Donnell cause not even the left cares what she thinks.)
It is my hope that the folks mentioned above will get it. But I doubt they will.
I’ve taken the letter and reworked it to my style. So here we go.
Dear Hollywood celebrities,
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.
Your entire existence depends on my patronage. I crank the organ grinder, and you dance.
Therefore, I don’t care where you stand on issues. Honestly, your opinion means nothing to me. Just because you had a lead role in a movie about prostitution doesn’t mean you know what it’s like to be a prostitute. Your view matters far less to me than that of a someone living in Timbuktu.
Believe me or not, the hard truth is that you aren’t real. I turn off my TV or shut down my computer, and you cease to exist. Once I am done with you, I go back to the real world until I want 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 could care less 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? Al Sharpton? Amy Schumer? Leave. I don’t care! And don’t let the door hit you in the a** on your way out.
Make me laugh. Make me cry. Even scare me. But realize this, the only words of yours that matter is 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 my entertainment.
So, shut your pie hole and dance, monkey, DANCE!