a letter, left open that was supposed to be closed by La Kifo
The Golden Globes were on last night. Don't lie, you watched. I, on the other hand, did not.
Anyone who enjoys the gradual cock and cunt sucking that are hollywood award shows, probably won't enjoy what I have to say. Before I get into that and my letter to Meryl Streep, I would like to clear a few things up.
Now, only a few more sentences before the letter. In case you missed the Golden Globes, it was another slobber fest all over Meryl Streep. She was given some bullshit award for staying in the industry for too long. During her acceptance speech she had this to say,
"So Hollywood is crawling with outsiders and foreigners and if we kick them all out you’ll have nothing to watch but football and mixed martial arts, which are not the arts."
Dear Meryl Streep,
You are an old bitch.
I do sincerely apologize for starting off so aggressive. But the problem I am having is you. Who do you think you are? Some sort of evolved human being? One with a higher threshold of intelligence, creativity, and talent? If anything you are none of those things, in fact, the total opposite. How old are you seventy five. The degredation inside your own brain is far more extensive than I will have for the next thirty years. You've forgotten more things than I know. Not only are you anything but special or important, you are dull and unimpressive. The accomplishments you boast are mere fabrications of society. Nothing you've done is helpful to the earth or any of the species that inhabit it.
Not only are on a lower level of human evolution than most of us, you have a pole the size of the Andre the Giant shoved up your anus. Who gave you the ability to determine art?
Is this art? Because it has ink and a physical depiction?
Or this art because it was made on a piece of sliced tree?
Or this piece of shit.
Is this movie that has a significant portion of screen time dedicated to shit, art because it happens to be the same line of work you are in?
Please tell me, because if Martial Arts, forms depicted in literature and drawings as early as 3400 BCE, is not art then, I would like to know what is.
Listen, Meryl. I know what is like to have no appreciate you. One time, I went to a Little Caesars in Arizona and the person who took my order forgot about me. I waited fifteen minutes for pizza advertised to be done in under five. Boy, that was a dark day. Yet, I did not unleash the fury of a thousand winds because no one knew I was standing there. So, you shouldn't need to demolish other forms of entertainment because one of your last two movies grossed less than a $100,000 on the opening weekend, or that the same movie since its release in 2015 has grossed $4.6 million. There is no need to lash out because people have realized your industry sucks and refuses to make anything other than puke inducing reboots.
Martial Arts, are actually far more art than movies. First of all, Martial Arts, has the fucking word art in its name. How are you going to call something with the word art in it, not art? Second, before there were these things called cameras, television, and projectors humans were entertained by a little something called live performance. Thousands of years before they invented film, they invented things like the Colosseum. I wonder what they did inside that massive stadium? According to Meryl, it must have been the advanced screening of the eighth Star Trek movie.
In closing, I would like to surmise that I will no longer waste my money on any piece of production you happen to be involved with. Not that my boycott of your stupidity and existence will make a difference. I just would like to let you know that being a hollywood actor elitist doesn't entitle you to walk around with an Andre the Giant stick shoved up ass, complaining about how more people watched Conor McGregor dismantle a man in thirteen seconds than saw your movies Suffragette, and The Homesman combined.
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