Dance Monkey Dance. I didn’t write this, don’t know who did, but they nailed it. We are all so tired of Hollywood celebrities using their manufactured fame to try to influence national opinion. De’Niro had a brilliant career. So good an actor he seemed to shapeshift in Godfather II. Forgot he was READING lines and started making them up.
Standing before a crowd of masturbating monkeys, he vomited curses upon our president. I expect that from Californication. What disturbs me is when people on the east of the San Andreas Fault line listen. All liberals follow the herd. That’s what they do. Lions use that to stay fed. We’re the lions now, they are the herd. DeNiro is the slow one. Eat him first.
Dear Hollywood celebrities,
You exist for my entertainment. Some of you are great eye candy. Some of you can deliver a line with such conviction that you bring tears to my eyes. Some of you can scare the crap out of me. Others make me laugh. But you all have one thing in common, you only have a place in my world to entertain me. That’s it.
You make your living pretending to be someone else, playing dress up. You live in a make-believe world in front of a camera. And often when you are away from one too. Your entire existence depends on my patronage.
I’ll crank the organ grinder; you dance.
I don’t really care where you stand on issues. Honestly, your stance matters far less to me than that of my neighbor. You see, you aren’t real. I turn off my TV or shut down my computer and you cease to exist in my world. Once I am done with you, I can put you back in your little box until I want you to entertain me again.
Make me laugh, or cry. Scare me. But realize that the only words of yours that matter are scripted. In my world, you exist solely for my entertainment.
So, shut your pie hole and dance, monkey Dance!
The Butcher Shop