There was something deeply satisfying about watching Sunday’s Academy Awards show end in unmitigated disaster. It was the perfect capper to a very bad year for our beloved Hollywood elites. Trump’s victory, Hillary’s defeat, Obama’s farewell, the GOP claiming both houses of Congress and an unprecedented number of state legislatures and governorships, and a solid conservative nominated for the Supreme Court instead of the transgendered lesbian Marxist biracial Yucatec clan mother Hillary would surely have chosen for the job.
A bad year indeed. And now, on what was supposed to be Hollywood’s biggest night, what happened? The Academy’s ransom paid to #OscarsSoWhite BLM activists was completely overshadowed by a clumsy, stupid on-air blunder. An aging left-wing icon froze on stage upon finding he’d been given the wrong envelope. He punted it to his former costar so she could take the blame (leftist chivalry!), and the resulting catastrophe totally eclipsed and sullied the Oscar win of a “gay black drug dealers in love” film that even most social justice warriors haven’t actually had the patience to sit through.
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This was supposed to be liberal Hollywood’s magical moment to slam Trump and give gold statues to black people, but instead it will forever be remembered as a mess, a failure that ended with a bunch of pampered leftist d-bags running around on stage like chickens with their heads cut off. Hollywood wanted to use Oscar night to show America (and the world) that it’s still relevant, that the opinions of the people who told you not to vote for Trump still matter. And even though the climactic flub was just a stupid mistake, wholly inconsequential in the big scheme of things, it does have import, because it made our tuxedo-clad self-proclaimed betters look inept and ridiculous. Anyone still open to the idea that celebrities should be listened to on matters of national or global importance certainly would not have watched the 89th Annual Academy Awards and thought, “Yep, these are the folks I trust to pick our political leaders.”
And while Hollywood was furthering its irrelevance Sunday night, President Trump was doing his bit to marginalize the equally insignificant other arm of the entertainment industry, the “mainstream” news media. Trump’s announcement that he’ll be skipping the annual White House Correspondents’ Dinner was a beautiful nad-kick to the self-appointed truth czars of the press. For someone like me, who has, over the decades, had his own nads dented a time or two by deceitful TV and print news-jerks, Trump’s dismissal and trolling of the press is a joy to watch, a thing of beauty. I can truly say that the man is “my president,” because these days I find myself living vicariously through him regarding his treatment of mainstream journalists. Barely a day goes by in which the leader of the free world doesn’t fire off at least one tweet to remind the members of the news media that he doesn’t give a damn about anything they have to say. Intellectually, I understand that there are many decent, conscientious journalists working in the MSM. But emotionally, I can’t forget that day in 1994 when CBS sleaze merchant Don Hewitt, after admitting to me that 60 Minutes had deceitfully edited video to make me look like a Holocaust denier, told me, “You don’t have the money to sue us, so we get to do to you whatever we want.”
