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Megan McCain Blasts Oscars: Americans are Sick of Being Lectured To
Meghan McCain still has a job at The View. It's a plot twist right out of M. Night Shamalan.
I'm not sure if there's an over/under set for when she's replaced by Ana Navarro or Jennifer Rubin. Heck, Lena Dunham. I'm making it June. But she's been a refreshing counter to the panel of rabid cats, shrieking Democrat talking points. Or poor Joy Behar who still thinks it's the 60s and is waiting for her big break on the Johnny Carson show.
On Friday the cackling coven was discussing the Academy Awards. McCain echoed all of us when she said nuts to all award shows.
I don’t really watch award shows anymore. And maybe — I know there’s a segment of the population that thinks Trump jokes are hilarious, making fun of Republicans is hilarious — I’m here to tell you that Hillary Clinton cameos, all that, I’m so turned off. I have no interest in being lectured to about my friends who are Trump supporters. And if Hollywood wants to like, be more inclusive, as they claim they are — they’re all inclusive except when it comes to conservative values and except when it comes to Republicans and I’m not interested in watching that.
She then mentioned how the more leftwing starlets whine about Trump, the lower the ratings sink (see Political Stunts at Grammys Backfire Majorly. Ratings Tank HARD. and Viewer Ratings for Trump-Bashing Emmys Among the Lowest Ever…). Go figure. Jimmy Kimmel is hosting this year. Ratings might get so dreary, they might cancel the Oscars all together. Replace them with reruns Grey's Anatomy. Jeopardy. Infomercials for Micro-machines. Actually that last idea isn't half bad.
Personally, take away the lectures and I still hate award shows. Over-privileged celebrities giving each other reach-arounds, reveling in their flatulence. Ingratiating themselves to each other. I'd rather mosey through a dog park, where at least the animals are honest about the intentions of their butt sniffing. I'll probably finally finish Voltron on Netflix instead. A cartoon based on five robot lions that form a bigger robot. It's more real than a room full of Hollywood's finest hypocrites.