I Needed a COVID-19 Test after Watching the “Imagine” Video, Just to Rule Out Coronavirus
by Michael Bama Katt
Spouting your no better or more well-informed than anyone else’s opinion while accepting an award that’s going to be worth millions to you for playing the grown-up version of cops & robbers and cowboys & Indians is one thing. You can watch that if you enjoy it. Me, I’m not about to be scolded by people who are wealthy beyond imagination for doing the same exact thing a whole lot of my friends and I do for lunch money (lunch money if you’re lucky; we often do it for free).
You can hand me a list of all of Hollywood’s A-Listers and I’ll give you back at least one friend who’s their type and a better actor. That’s why I can’t stomach watching the awards shows; “Here’s a gold statue and several million dollars for doing your goddam job. If you get a minute can you belittle me for letting my experiences shape me rather than letting you tell me what to think”?. Bullshit.
But this “Imagine” video? That’s some stunningly aggressive narcissism right there. “Sweetie? They’re STILL not done detailing the Bentley. I’ma go sit by the pool and torture a couple lines of a commie classic. The world would be so much better off if the audience drones would just keep their focus on our movies like they’re supposed to. They’re out there teachin’ school and puttin’ out fires and such and they think they’re worth a house like this. Can you even IMAGINE?”
And they’re going to get away with it. I’ve seen it shared out surrounded with heart emojis, and “this is everything”. I’ll give any different perspective honest consideration; always have, always will. I can’t come up with any motive for that other than a play for personal adoration. “See? I’m just like you. Only I have a much, much better soul”.
Lay it on me, gang. IS this charming, down to earth, shot full of love, or helpful in any way? I’m serious y’all, and sincere; if I’m missing an angle I’ll be grateful to you for pointing it out. I’d a lot rather NOT see it the way I do.
Bama has been a rodeo cowboy, a professional stuntman, and, for 38 years and counting, a bouncer at various biker bars and redneck rat cage juke joints through the Deep South. He makes cool stuff as Crimson Tied Paragear, using knots his Army Ranger Scoutmaster taught him at Boy Scout summer camp deep in the Okinawan boonies back in 1972.
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