Dear rape apologizing, sexual pervert excusing, hypocritical sleaze bags of Hollywood:
One week ago I couldn’t keep track of all the celebrity pug-faces who rushed to their iPhones to peck out hot takes about guns. When I say “hot takes” I mean the same recycled garble copy/pasted from the last shooting. We have to do something you said. When will it be enough? you asked. Ignore my armed security you wrote between the lines. Kim Kardashian even, for a moment, actually thought people looked to her for insight. Adorable.
Before Las Vegas, a designated mouth piece cried rivers of tears over healthcare, night after night. I’m speaking of the tear-dribbling ape Jimmy Kimmel. So deep was his capacity to care, he leveraged his platform of late night “comedy” to shove an agenda down the throats of Americans who just wanted some jokes. Because the agenda, the message mattered to him… and the Democrat intern who faxed Kimmel’s intern the talking points. So important was healthcare to the leftist cause, Kimmel’s ratings were sacrificed.
Long before Kimmel soaked his foundation-caked cheeks with the healthcare blues, the princesses of Tinseltown, from Meryl Streep, Jennifer Lawrence, to voice cracking Emma Watson, regaled us with the three act tragedy of women being paid less than men (based on the gender pay gap myth). We needed equality, and we needed it now!
Narrator: Some time later…
The New York Time reveals Harvey Weinstein sexually assaulted women. Multiple. Including feminist ragebeast Ashely Judd. But this could explain a few things. Some of these women are now accusing Weinstein of rape. Reports suggest Weinstein has engaged in this criminal behavior for decades.
And yet… you titans of morality did not rush to your iPhones to peck out virtue signaling screeds. Jimmy Kimmel hasn’t shed a solitary tear. Meryl Streep says she “had no idea” the man she called a “god” had ever taken advantage of his power as a studio behemoth to act as a real life Jabba the Hutt. Jennifer Lawerence and Emma Watson? As of this posting, have said absolutely nothing.
So why, pray tell, as many of you (here’s looking at you, George Clooney) are deep in the process of covering your exposed, chapped asses faster than your pal Harvey drops his pants to clutch and tug his tallywhacker, should we ever listen to your ideological tripe? Why should we ever take into account your opinions on guns, healthcare, or anything about “women’s rights”?
Oh, don’t misunderstand. We never actually cared about your opinions. But you sure seemed to think we needed to hear any little thought which flittered across the empty, albeit pretty, space between your ears. But after this? After many of you clearly covered for the sexual assaults of your bestie Harvey Weinstein? So he could continue preying on young women who just wanted to make it? Who wanted to matter in the eyes of the world? Who were likely terrified when isolated with a powerful man, all alone? How can I ever take your candid words seriously? Why should I look upon you with nothing but disgust?
Because yes, those women were victims. And you all knew. It was an “open secret” that Harvey Weinstein exploited young, aspiring actresses. What those young women should or should not have done is for another post entirely. But they were taken advantage of, and they were victimized by a man much more powerful than they were. You, the insiders of Hollywood, the rich elites who shape shift for pallets of cash, have enabled and all but endorsed, actual rape culture in your highest ranks.
So where are your tears, Hollywood? Where are your promises it’ll never happen again? Where are your essays on “enough is enough”? Where are your fundraisers for the victims of powerful media moguls? Where are the benefits where you all “stand strong and united” against sexual exploitation of your peers?
Your silence, followed by your calculated statements, are illuminating. You are not beautiful. You’re living a life of corruption even the Prince of Darkness looks upon with envy. The platform on which you stand, where you lecture us from on high, is crafted from the tainted, fragile dreams of beautiful, but broken women. And probably, as more is revealed, broken young men.