Dear Hollywood celebrities and actors:
You only have one job to do: to entertain me. That’s it.
You make your living pretending to be someone else, playing dress-up like a 6 year old in a make-believe world in front of a camera. Your entire livelihood depends on my patronage.
I’ll crank the organ grinder; you dance.
I don’t really care where you stand on issues. 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. You need to realize that the only words of yours that matter are scripted and rehearsed, and understood to be for pretend.
In my world, you exist solely for my entertainment. And when you use your purchased influence to peddle whatever silly ideas you and your cronies have dreamed up inside your bubble, that makes me want to just keep you in the box, locked away perpetually.
So, shut your word hole and dance, monkey!