Hollywood Heroes: You Don’t Have to Be Smart to Be Famous
Another awards season is upon us, fellow Neanderthals–when the beautiful and rich descend from their Malibu mansions to celebrate their mediocre artistry and preach morality to the masses. Tremendous.
They aren’t even pretending to value quality anymore. Nay, nay. You now live in a world where Oscar Best Picture nominees include Sinners, a social-justice, vampire horror movie. I bet you didn’t even know the world was needing one, did you?
The Silence of the Lambs would run themselves off a cliff, and Hannibal Lecter would rage in arrogant offense that this movie was considered in his stratosphere.
But, but…”Jazz and oppression!” Whatever. It was terrible.
All the movie stars with their “Ice Out” pins…aww, so fresh. So noble. If Mark Ruffalo never makes another film, it would be too soon.
And then we have the Grammy Awards
Let me just roll my eyes into the back of my head, down my posterior, and down onto the floor so they can escape seeing the insufferability of it all.
Geeze, Louise. With the pregnant pauses and the “summoned courage” (read as totally insincere, calculated, and rehearsed) for brave utterances on immigration. Bruh. Most of y’alls movies are profanity laden, sexually explicit trash–so pardon me if you using the “F word” doesn’t move the emotional needle of moral outrage a single hair.
So much truthing to power. Applause, applause.
Can I just add while we are on the subject, I am more likely to be caught, and have been ever, watching college football on a phone during church. But over my dead and lifeless body would I watch the Super Bowl as it gives its purposeful middle finger to middle-America with Bad Bunny and Green Day. If my child–my own son, 9-year-old Tommy Douglas with a potato for a heart, were somehow playing in the Super Bowl–I would scroll X for score updates from the bar at Chili’s. And I don’t even drink.
Billie the GOATS Gaffe
Billie, Billie, Billie. Bless your heart. You were right. Accepting her award for whatever it was, Billie stammered, “I don’t feel like I even need to say anything…No one is illegal on stolen land.” You should have gone with your gut and remained silent, sister. You don’t feel like you need to say anything? And yet here you are! Saying something so dumb and embarrassing. I love it that wealth has given you the opportunity to be so unconcerned with your personal education or wisdom. What freedom!
“No one is illegal on stolen land?” Lol.
Said by people who—based on their own stance on immigration today—would have told the indigenous people of North America:
—there should be no barriers to entry
—unauthorized border crossings are not a crime
—there should be no strict enforcement of borders
—there are no borders—which is why your land is not being stolen
—migration is a human right
—the white man is an asylum seeker
—the white man is fleeing persecution
—ever heard of climate change—the white man is fleeing that too
—the indigenous people should provide immediate assistance to the colonials and conquistadors…including food, clothing, shelter, medical care, and legal aid
—the indigenous people should provide education
—the indigenous people should provide work
—the indigenous people should provide amnesty
—also…watch your mouths…and your privilege, Cherokee people, don’t be xenophobic
—no one should have this much land
—pay your fair share…the top 1% of your tribes should pay an additional 2%
—diversity is your strength…(lol which is funny because they had tribes…TRIBES, people! PLURAL. Nations, even!)
—they are just “dreamers,” embrace migration
—the English deserve equal land rights,
—let Goody William run for tribal council
—let them practice their customs without assimilation pressure
You Would Have Protested the Indigenous People You Pay Homage To
Heads will explode when they realize the Native American Indians would have been MAGA.
Just staahp.
I could take the ignorance and insufferable hypocrisy but I draw the line when it is wrapped in faux culottes and nine belts, not a one buckled.
None of y’all were brave or daring—except Jelly Roll. Way to go, Buddy.
Saying “provocative” things in a room full of people THAT AGREE with you—is not provocative. It’s compliance.
I say again to the church, when the world —the bare-breasted, nipple rings on the red carpet, F this and F you, carnal world—is calling you friend, you are in danger.
Our “art” and “culture” is the least reliable moral compass in the world.
They see nothing rightly, nothing. Wrong about life, good, and God…but in this area…ahhh, the wisdom of the ages and sages they surely possess!
They don’t. Look elsewhere.
