“Hypocrites Burning” Sweeps Oscars
Public Fêted On Cake
March 26, 2003
Once again, it’s that time of the year when the Whited Sepulchers of Hollywood reenact the final days of Marie-Antoinette. In a modern rendition of “Let Them Eat Cake”, the Sugar Plum Fairies of the big screen reinforce the illogic and hubris that enables their self-bestowed entitlement.
In an act billed bred more out of cowardice than the “toning down” espoused by the public relations gurus, “…there was only a short strip of red carpet along a pavement outside the Kodak Theatre, lined with seven-foot tall Oscar statues, buckets of flowers and a hedge.” God forbid that the Silver Screen’s elite condescended to foregoing the traditional, “…red carpet (which) would cover the whole of Hollywood Boulevard, with screaming reporters and fans lining the strip down which the stars walk to reach the Oscar ceremony.” Well, it beats the back door through which most of our celluloid heroes and heroines, scared to death by enemies they maintain aren’t real, wished to use for entree into their night of self-aggrandizement.
In a last-ditch effort to forever be the undeserved center of attention, the darlings of Hollywood did manage to ensure that, “Security at the awards will be the tightest in history, with reportedly more than 1,000 personnel involved—including the National Guard. For the first time, closed-circuit cameras will monitor the entire Kodak Theatre and all streets around the site.” J. Q. Public, meanwhile, was afforded the luxury of viewing these brats of national domination from Rube Goldberg security zones fashioned out of duct tape and sheet plastic in living rooms throughout the nation.
As the BBC so astoundingly summarized it, “With the numbers of police, roadblocks, sniffer dogs, FBI bomb squads, Swat teams and helicopters in Hollywood, it is hard to believe that it is just the scene of a movie award ceremony and not a war zone itself.” Apparently, our British cousins fail to comprehend what would become of America should we lose such luminaries as Pee Wee Herman to the Jihad.
And speaking of fashion…another sore subject. Again, the BBC reports that, “The scaling down of the Oscars due to war has dealt a severe blow to dress designers planning to dress the attendees….” A Dolce and Gabbana spokesperson grieved that, “So far, everyone is pretty much set on what they picked, but they are toning it down with less accessories, less jewelry.” Lest the masses should fret, Hollywood, in the finest tradition of the Von Clausewitz, has a flexible tactical plan, “several stars had decided to keep their original Oscars dress choice while also buying a back-up... a plan B.”
Academy Award event producer Gil Cates, “even had special words about presenter Susan Sarandon…He’s certain ‘she won’t even try’ to change her prewritten script.” Sarandon, who is so stylishly outspoken in her over-the-hill attempt at recognition, sheepishly flashed a peace sign as she clumped across the stage…or was that a piece sign for a salivating Tim Robbins. Oh Tim you naughty boy.
Still smarting from the devastation wreaked upon his body by McDonalds, college dropout Michael Moore delivered a scholarly message to President Bush, “We live in fictitious times.” Well, duh Michael…as Ted Hayes, leader of the pro-American group Fit Aim Act noted, “How can people who live in a fantasy world opine on real world political issues?” Perhaps Moore is even more abused by the reality that binging on a daily regimen of Big Macs will result the need for an elastic waist tuxedo. Disoriented by his need to profusely perspire, Moore, who was jeered off of the stage, noted that, “I was extremely grateful for the response.”
During a strategic withdrawal after the Battle of the Dixie Chicks, timidity and childish hand gestures, was about all the moxie that Hollywood was prepared to field on this occasion. Credible intelligence sources have noted that a more decimating enemy than terrorism threatens celebrities and that is public opinion. As was self-demonstrated on Oscar night, our celluloid Rambos are more afraid of ratings slippage than cozying up to Saddam Hussein.
And these are the people who are so eager to chart America’s future; a bunch of mostly uneducated narcissists hiding behind privilege and private security in fantasyland while the average American suffer the long-term consequences of being held hostage by unchecked terrorism and rogue state blackmail alike. A world where deprivation is the sacrifice of forsaking a private jet and having to fly first-class. Their preference for Hussein over Bush is undoubtedly galvanized by their personal identification with the former regime over the latter administration. It is little wonder that Saddam is a better role model for the Hollywood ilk…Hussein is a privileged lout, but he is surrounded by fewer drug addicts and alcoholics than those sitting in their secure seats at the Kodak Theatre. And that is a stench of hypocrisy that went necessitated the representatives of the Centers for Disease Control to monitor air samples at this year’s Oscars.
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