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Those in the entertainment business took some time off from giving each other awards to give each other awards and talk about race Sunday at the Oscars. They will now take a 14-day break from bestowing awards on themselves so they have time to make another crappy movie, record a song or go to rehab.
The Oscars is where self-absorbed Hollywood liberals gather each year to talk about how superficial Americans are and ask the question on the red carpet everyone wants to know: “Who are you wearing?” On display you’ll find an alarming amount of side-boob and cleavage – and that’s just from Michael Moore. Coincidentally, “Side-Boob” is attendee Joe Biden’s Secret Service code name.
I know it is a cliché, but it’s an honor for me to just be nominated to make fun of the Oscars. They remind me of the prancing at the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show, only with more butt-sniffing and blow dryers.
They are awards for movies, most mediocre at best, that very few people see but which carry a liberal message. Stars who demand $20 million per movie fly in on their private jets from film sets in Canada or U.S. states with the most movie-production tax incentives and talk about how greedy others are and how much carbon we produce.
And if you haven’t seen Oscar Best Picture nominees “Room” or “Brooklyn,” you really have to see them – and then tell me about them, ’cause there is no way I am paying $15 to sit through either one.