This post from Janine's website tagged 'Alec Baldwin' But he is not mentioned at all, except the tag.
I have had to listen to it for years, on sets, at dinners, in rehearsals, in the make-up chair, at award ceremonies. I have had to sit back and hear the judgmental, hot, mostly uninformed and biased rants of the Hollywood liberals breath down my neck and suffocate the air from the room. Usually, the rant was so hostile, I was afraid to speak up, or it was so ridiculous, I thought it futile to reply. The liberal Hollywood elite, who stand firmly on their right to be heard, their right to express, their right to persuade through art – blatantly and arrogantly deny that same freedom, that same right to anyone who may disagree with them. And like most liberals, they cannot see it and/or refuse to deviate from denial.
I sat through many ceremonies, and one Emmy ceremony in particular that was embroiled with one anti-conservative, anti-Republican remark after another. I remember sitting slumped in my chair just counting the moments until I could be released from the lion’s den. There I was – a captive to their point of view and solely their point of view. I was a hostage, like the American populace is a hostage, to the slick, slanderous and seductive permeation of the liberal agenda.
I couldn’t wait to leave Hollywood. I always felt like I was in a bubble when I lived there or that I was swirling around, being buffeted about, in a stifling, tropical snow globe. It was like that fabulous Jim Carey scene where he was in a boat and beating on the sky, on the set of the world, wanting to get out. I don’t remember the movie… but I remember the scene and the feeling it invoked.
Hollywood. They think America is inherently bad. They think America is an embarrassment. Yet they are gorging themselves on the American dream.
Hollywood, the surreal world, the pretend world, the ironic world where free enterprise, their show business, is displayed, executed and embraced in a riveting way - yet the inhabitants regurgitate on capitalists. Hollywood, where stars, movie producers, writers and agents actively seek glamour, money, power and fame. They unabashedly embrace fast cars, facelifts and fly in private jets. They drink fine wines and insist on free spirits and are the ultimate connoisseurs who insist on living liberty at large.
They deplore censorship. Yet, they embrace tyrants such as Hugo Chavez. They annihilate Wall Street. Yet, they run to see how many millions their movies have grossed. They think ObamaCare works nicely for those poor people in the “fly over states.” Yet, they demand only the top doctors for themselves. They live lush. Yet, they ignore debt. What debt? They think Socialism is a nicety whose time has come – yet, not for them.
If you build it, they will come. Imagine the collapse of Hollywood’s playground. Imagine the free fall of their financial field. Imagine the march of despotism on their freedom of speech. Imagine the strangling of their rights and riches.
They would howl like a lone wolf in a western. They would beg like Scarlett O’Hara. They would scream like the Wicked Witch of the West. However, instead of screaming, “I’m melting, I’m melting.” They would scream, “Not me! Not me!”