In Honor of Oscars Sunday,

because, this time of year makes me extra curmudgeonly-critic

I love movies. But I hate actors. Of what purpose do they serve in society? They are merely our escape artists.

The Oscar acceptance speech is worthless, bloated air pouring out of puffed up lungs. Fake and pretentious...

Inflating the ready to burst egos of these gaseous masses who parade atop crushed red velvet carpets. Celestial stars of gratuitous camera flashes and blue applause. The sound of 10,000 hands striking 10,000 hands. Fake validation for these vulnerable monoliths, these sensitive actors. People who make their entire existence as a detachment from reality. Living high up in the hills, up in the sky, to confrim they are indeed stars. In the heavens we have made for them.