Originally Posted by Golf View

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!