An Open Letter to Hollywood!
-For the Uncensored!
If you are a lefty and finding this letter, you probably think I’m an apostate. Your parents, who denied religion, and anything superstitious, to now worshipping the state as your God. Your God, the Church of Hollywood, the god of lesser creatives, look at me as the one who left. I see you. Rich, wealthy, secured in your positions in life. You have no other choice but to remain a rat in the race for your souls and you don’t have one. You traded it for the riches, but your creativity went with it.
You spout art but deny my own talent. You deserve whatever money you can get. Because your wife/husband will cheat on you. You’re in an open marriage because you have outlived your usefulness. Your blind apathy to your spouse is what led him/her to cheat. And you blame them once they lose interest.
But the saying goes, “If you love something let them go” and let them go you shall if they don’t want to be with you anymore. You’re fat, overweight, can’t even run or do a pushup. I was once like that, but self pity is an indulgence that only rich people can afford to espouse. Your hatred for Republicans is lacking. Your aim is weak and your words are faulty. You have become the very thing you hate.
A statist who has no faith. Even in yourself.
I see you, lefties. On Tinder endlessly, as your love of video games is not an art form. If you don’t create art, you will never be an artist. You want to be Picasso when you aren’t even close to Ralph Bakshi. You adore Stephen King, but you don’t have a voice of your own. You don’t even know who Cormac McCarthy, Phillip Roth, Thomas Pynchon, or Don DeLillo are. And you have college degrees from Ivy League schools.
If you knew my influences, you wouldn’t be so quick to judge. Which is why I look at you funny. I write these words almost as if I’m writing to an ex. And what I see is nothing, but cat videos and lost ambition. You opted out for government because you couldn’t put your health, finance, and security on the line. Keep killing beloved franchises that people care about. You’ve burned that bridge, and maybe, as Joker said, “You get what you fucking deserve.”
Pain, misery, disappointment. You never had the balls to be yourselves, but you latch onto me, suckling at my posts, words, and images. You are a sap upon rotten wood destroying everything you love. But what I see is nothing. I don’t hate or love you. I feel less than nothing for you.
I pity a group of people who can’t bother to study history and then wonder why you’re so sad. You’re not 22 anymore. Go look in the mirror. You’ll see wrinkles, bags under your eyes, and becoming once again a fallen God in your eyes. But if I have fallen, to lefties, then you never knew me. Wonder why you, an elitist, can’t afford or buy something. Thank yourselves.
I never embraced collectivism, even when I was in your group. To be open and consumed by your lost ideals. To always ape another’s style but not have your own. To post endlessly online pretending to obsess or deceive. Your art is trash and while I’m Abstract, at least that’s an honorable occupation.
I still have my talent intact. You made me realize something. I am here, and you’re not. You got rich, have a house, but your selfish confirmations is what I see. You think you sit above the crowd. Yeah, how does it feel to live in a pent house while the rest of us starve? If you think my preoccupation is lowly, then your house means nothing to me. I nor anyone of my readers don’t care what movie comes out next. Unless it’s of quality. Then we’ll roast you.
A final point to bring up. You want to silence the majority of people who are talented, but the Internet is our last resort. Our final stand at the Alamo. A group of survivors finding ourselves and our art our way. You were so mad that we left, but look at us now. Put me on some list if that makes you feel better.
Because that house, your job, your uncreative “works of art” will not sustain that when you end up dead. And as Mickey Rourke said in Year of the Dragon, “But at least I’ll live long enough to piss on your grave.”
LtB
-Louis Bruno is the author of more than 19 books, including, The Michael Project, The Michael Project: Book 2: The Lost Children of Eve, Thy Kingdom Come, The Disintegrating Bloodline (and the original text re-released in 2019), Apocalypse Soldier, The Data Chase, Selection: The First Book of the Life and Death Saga, and Blinking Eyes: The Second Book of the Life and Death Saga, Hierarchy of Dwindling Sheep, The City of Sand, To the Moon and Back, The Villain Lives and The Villain Lives: The Divided Pinpoint, Come Home, Young One. He has a Bachelor of Arts in English from University of Phoenix. His books can be found on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Lulu. He can be found on Gab, https://gab.com/thereallouistbruno, Minds https://www.minds.com/lbruno8063/. Instagram @lbrruno8063 and @louisbrunoofficialbook. Our Freedom Book https://www.ourfreedombook.com/thereallouistbruno17. He has written for the Intellectual Conservative and Ephemere. His next series, City of Sand is out now:https://www.lulu.com/en/us/shop/louis-bruno/city-of-sand/hardcover/product-rke9jz.html?page=1&pageSize=4. Also, if you can’t subscribe so that you can get members only content, please be sure to share the articles, as well. If you do Subscribe and pay, as well so you can get my articles in your inbox every time, and access to the paid articles that some readers won’t get to see. Every little bit helps in the war against Big Tech. Thanks for reading.
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