The Red Cult of Celebrity

Have you ever stood up at your place of employment and lectured your coworkers about politics? Did you ever hijack a charitable gala, sporting event or seasonable celebration and denounce complete strangers as racist, deplorable human beings for not sharing your personal beliefs? No? Never? Of course not…you would have been fired, escorted to the door, for unlike the celebrity lynch mob you possess both common sense and a healthy dose of respect for the opinions of others. Oh, there is a time to resist radicalism and rise-up against oppression, Jody Foster, and that revolution occurred on November 8th, 2016. For 8 years fawning celebrities attended presidential parties, held private photo-ops to the chortling pour of imported Chablis, all while America’s vitality, independence and security burned to their joyous applause of a bitter, anti-American propagandist. While “astute” Hollywood elitists were paid 7 figure paychecks to play charades on the Big Screen a few months out of the year, manufacturing jobs dropped by over 300,000, welfare recipients and the national debt nearly doubled, terrorist attacks and mass shootings rose by over 400%, gender identity supplanted gender privacy, and billions in taxpayer dollars went to Islamic regimes, illegal immigrants and unvetted refugees. Apparently “outrage” has an alternate definition on the glamorous catwalk of criminal misappropriation.

Excuse my curiosity but in what other semi-rationale universe does exposing systemic failure, reverse discrimination and unchecked abuse constitute being slandered as a hateful despot by those oblivious to their laughable hypocrisy? Inequity equally exists in those sanctimonious mouthpieces using fear and fabrication as an obnoxious pulpit to obscure one inescapable truth: if Barack Obama was held to the same warped standard as Donald Trump, he would have been impeached long before the hurt feelings of liberal activists superseded our absolute right to identify those who refuse to coexist with the American dream. No insecere apology necessary.

Contrary to the glittering purse of make-believe, the real Red Carpet isn’t the one where Meryl Streep denies demanding compensation to wear a $100,000 dress, or doting reporters ask Beyonce who designed her $500,000 ear rings. The real Red Carpet is the unsung road that takes millions of Americans to a modest job every morning to put food on the table and a roof over their families’ heads in the hopes their children may one day have a better life; that is, if their parents don’t go bankrupt from a “pre-existing condition” or laid off due to an anemic socialist economy that hasn’t witnessed 3% annual growth in a decade. No, unlike Mr. George Clooney and the pompous hypocrites living in a cognitive bubble where non-citizens deserve lavish detention centers and neglected veterans die unceremoniously everyday as feminists march for free birth control, most Americans don’t have French maids cleaning their Malibu beach home or Beverly Hills masseuses flown to Europe for an awards extravaganza in which they maliciously denigrate their own President; a populist candidate their own blind apathy and reckless ignorance willingly created.

The only revolution necessary to restore order, or more succinctly sanity, isn’t the one led by overpaid fascists using public warfare to harass political opponents. It’s a revolt against the lost institution of reason perverted by mindless partisans who believe intellectual diversity is a crime and that assimilation – respect for a host nation’s laws, let alone the forgotten victims of terrorism, murder, rape and other foreign born crimes – requires entertaining our own fiscal, electoral or physical demise without hesitation or regret. If putting America First triggers the gated communities of cultural apologists, those basking daily in the greatest blessings this republic provides, when do the ordinary lives and livelihoods of “We the People” matter? The price of admission to jurisprudence and due diligence far outweighs the cost of indulging the intemperance of cinematic bliss.


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