Dear Hollywood,
I reached my boiling point at the #Golden Globes with all your egotistical crap. Let’s remember who you were when you were nothing in La La Land. Most of you were unemployed, some were waiters and others served at the five and dime. Some of you were hookers or “adult entertainers”, “playboy models” or hand me downs from your famous parents who made under the table deals.
You exist for my entertainment. Some of you are great eye candy. Some of you can deliver a line with such conviction and others scare the crap out of me. Others make me laugh and certainly others make me reflect. But you all have one thing in common, You’re chosen place in this world is to entertain the masses and whoever you can get to take a seat. That’s it. Unless, you decide to take some of your hundreds of millions and give back to those who mold minds and help those in crisis.
You make your living pretending to be someone else. People who really make a difference in this world and is much more underpaid than you.
If the money was not enough, the lavish gifts and perks you snort up your nose, shoot up your veins, drink yourself to oblivion and gobble down all different colors of pills to put up with your insecurities. That’s right, insecurities. After all, that is why your Plastic Surgeon is on speed dial next to your divorce attorney and accountant. You need the limelight since it is the only way someone will recognize you and keep feeding you your 15 minutes of fame to keep your inflated huge ego of yours.
You live in a make believe world in front of a camera. And often when you are away from one too. Your entire existence depends on my patronage.
I’ll crank the organ grinder; you dance little monkey.
The way the #Hollywood Hustlers and organized crime syndicate works in #Tinsel Town is who gives the best head and who has hallowed the halls of greatness with their imagination and direction. Artists you call yourselves but you are far from that. An artist is someone that can take a blank canvass and stroke beauty. A person who take a lump of clay and make greatness. A man on his back who create heaven in a church with the stroke of a brush.
Whether you are an “A”, “B” or deadbeat actor in #Hollywood, you are still just a letter to me. Unless you can cure cancer, find a pathogen to a greater world, lead a platoon to overcome overwhelming odds, save a life, battle an inferno, arrest real criminals where you put your own life ahead of others, piss off.
Your insecurities take you from a 32B to a 38DDD and keep the price of Botox on the rise. I already have silly putty. You have a personal masseuse, personal trainer, personal hair dresser and a not so personal vagina. Right? Brittany.
At times and that grows more often by the week, that you are such an embarrassment to society and a nom de plume embodiment of a side show. That is what the #paparazzi and rag mags keep going. The paparazzi is not chasing you down because you are famous, they are chasing you down to memorialize the next mess you make.
To keep you happy and attuned to one another, there are all this ridiculous award shows. Used to be two and now there is well over a dozen. Black people also have their own exclusive award shows also. Why can’t the Mexicans even if they are illegal and working back stage? Self-indulged pompous pricks with your red carpet and here comes my favorite; “Who are you wearing” for the pre-game show showing off ridiculous over-priced dresses, loaned jewelry and hair-do’s that cost you the day while you drank martinis and popped some Xanax.
I don’t really care where you stand on issues Meryl. Honestly, your stance matters far less to me than that of my dog. At least, he lifts his leg. You see, you aren’t real. I turn off my TV or shut down my computer and you cease to exist in my world. Once I am done with you, I can put you back in your little box until I want you to entertain me again.
I don’t care that you think the BP executives deserve the death penalty. But I bet you looked cute saying it. And you? Really? I’m supposed to care what the director of fluffy tripe made for gullible people thinks about global warming or gun control? Get back into your bubble. I’ll let you know when I’m in the mood for something blue and shiny.
And I’m also supposed to care that you will leave this great country if Trump becomes president? Ha. Please don’t forget to close the door behind you. We’d like to reserve your seat for someone who loves this country and really wants to be here. He does not need you to entertain us at the Inaugural Ball. We want Americans who spew patriotism and unity, not abolitionists who seem to fall out of their limos all the time. The actor who commits crimes daily and walks in the front of the jail and then right out back.
The next time she wants to make a speech knowing how many people are listening with your above-all self-adoration society, think about this; Am I a role model? How many times have I been married, how many of my own children did I throw away? Ever wonder, that your favorite celebrity graduated from any institution except for the Betty Ford Center? We have the best of the rest talent in the world but what do they do when they are not dancing monkeys? Molesting children, abusing alcohol, drugs, bar fights and murder to name a few.
Make me laugh, or cry. Scare me. But realize that the only words of yours that matter are scripted. I might agree with some of you from time to time, but it doesn’t matter. In my world, you exist solely for my entertainment
So, shut your pie hole and dance, monkey!
About the author: Scott Bernstein is the CEO of Global Security International LLC headquartered in NYC. He has extensive experience as a Counter Terrorist Consultant, International Apprehension Operative, Human & Sex Trafficking Expert and a Military and Law Enforcement Trainer. He is available as a Consultant, Expert Witness and as a Speaker. In addition to his LinkedIn profile, you can also interact with Scott on his LinkedIn group http://bit.ly/1LMp2hj.
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