Michelle Obama, Get Off My TV!

It has been two or three years since I last watched the Academy Awards ceremony. It got too political for me to enjoy. Every Oscar winner seems to insert into his or her acceptance speech some shout-out to Castro, murderers on death row, and gays, the latter of which always gets the loudest applause from the audience—louder and longer than when they applaud at the end of the acceptance speeches for their long-winded droning finally being over.

I also don’t like watching self-important people engaging in self-congratulation. Hollywooders take themselves much too seriously. They get paid millions of dollars to play dress-up and make-believe, and then they hold a black-tie ceremony to give golden statuettes to each other for their abilities to pretend the best. It’s just silly.

Not to mention the anger that builds up inside of me to see a room full of leftists, ranging from hard-leftists to proud Communists.

This morning I am thanking myself for deciding to watch Troll 2 last night in place of the Oscars, because what that meant for me was missing Michelle Obama’s stupid wig-with-bangs popping up on my TV. This woman can’t stand not being the center of attention. She loves the cameras more than the actors themselves.

Legendary Hollywood producer Harvey Weinstein apparently arranged for her appearance and presentment of the Oscar for Best Picture (Argo). Because why not?

Of course Michelle Obama, just like a Hollywooder, threw a bone to the gay community, knowing it’d be met with giant applause, saying that the movies that inspire us “no matter who we are or what we look like or who we love” are “especially important for our young people.”

Yep, it’s good to infect their spongy minds early in life. When you first tell them that two boys can kiss each other, they’ll look shocked, but with enough conditioning from TV shows and Hollywood deviants, they’ll come around.

After winning an election for the final time, there is no longer any need to go on TV and pander to very exclusive groups of the population, but Michelle still does it. So it would appear that she is to attention what Sandra Fluke is to paid-for sex: desperate for it.

And “no matter what we look like”? We get it, Michelle: you’re black. You’re a black woman married to the President of the United States, who is also black (well, only half black, but hey, we can’t all be perfect like you). Quit advertising your phony struggle every time you get on TV to bully fat kids and talk about all the positive aspects of gay relationships. Get over it, lady. And get off my TV.