Well, I'm sure you were all excited by the Academy Awards and neither was I.

Who, oh who, you weren't asking yourself, is going to win this coveted piece of draws?

Will it be black clansmen, or black panther, or black piano player, or gay singer, or lesbian

queen, or evil Republican, or Latina maid, or maybe even the white people in love?

And I wonder how they chose those movies out of all the movies that were made last year.

And how could you not lay aside the humdrum chores of your boring, ordinary life in order

to tune in and watch all those beautiful, rhinestone-sold, moral non-entities take time off from

cheating on their spouses and abusing their personal assistants in order to come on stage

and an orgy of self-congratulation and trash your values and insult your political choices?

What, after all, could be more fun than being scolded for bitterly clinging to your patriotism

and religion, when instead you could be as glamorous and beautiful as some coked up fraud

who can't understand why all the money and fame in the world has left her even more

empty and miserable than she was when she slept with that tot over producer to get her

very first starring role?

And was it inspiring to see such idols of the silver screen as what's his name and somebody

sporting colored ribbons representing their commitment to never again, allowing mega-hat

wearing bigots like you just stand by and let powerful moguls rape starlets while everyone

in Hollywood knew, or powerful directors like Roman Polanski, rape little girls, and then

win Oscars anyway, or other powerful directors, rape underage boys, and then get nominated for

Oscars.

What kind of Trump supporting louts were you to let that happen?

And in the end, wasn't it great to see the award go to whatever movie it went to while

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