Circus of the Stars

I sit slumped in my oversized chair, tongue out to one side, eyes rolling, mindlessly repeating, “bla, bla, bla, bla,” while listening to the actor, Donald Sutherland, as he slanders our country. How many times must we listen to pampered actors reviling the United States while on foreign soil? Do they only feel safe saying nasty things when they are far away from those who might decide to throw rotten eggs upon hearing them? Are they cowards as well as flaming socialists and closet communists? As Donald wept on camera over the supposed evils of the current administration, one couldn’t help but wonder if he was acting, for he does that very well? If so, for whom? Undoubtedly for a little self-serving publicity just in case they’d forgotten whom he was. Europeans are on a heavy hate-America jag these day, and surely Donald suspected that his name and face would be on every newscast on the Continent if he only lambasted the U.S., or better yet, cried. So were they real tears, Donnie? (By the way, how’s the health care in Canada where everything is apparently soooo much better than here?)
Beyond poor Donald, there is yet another new film by yet another concerned Hollywood actor with the following topic: maniacal right-winger pitted against the journalist as savior. Never mind that no one under 50 knows who Edward R. Murrow was, that journalists of today are not of the caliber of his generation, that conservative journalists seem to be hired only to show token political diversity, that conservatives in Hollywood have been in the political closet for decades longer than anyone suffered under Joseph McCarthy, or that conservative themes are all but non-existent in films except as grotesque caricatures—however, this film will win Oscars, ‘cause Hollywood loves its causes more than anything else. Frankly, I won’t be watching the Oscars, because really, how much self-aggrandizing fluff can one take from Hollywood? Not much.
As I have always thought, and as was confirmed by the economist, Dr. Thomas Sowell, professors are people who know one thing very well. Such is the case for innumerable actors as well. Curiously enough, it was not so long ago that acting was considered a disreputable profession. Heaven forbid that your son should become an actor, or worse, that your daughter ran off with one. But thanks to mass media, actors have become larger than life. How much would an actor’s political opinion be worth if he still traveled in an itinerant troupe, and earned his money every night from gathered crowds who threw coins on the stage? He might then see and finally feel the effects of his blathering on the ordinary citizen. So actors, go and weep for the leftist intelligentsia of Europe, all the while trampling on the masses in America who pay your bills, build your palaces, and guard your freedoms, and then consider a certain Marie Antoinette, who said to her public, “Let them eat cake.” The starving French masses did not appreciate her comments either.