The very fabric of our sneermeister’s society would fray at the edges until all claims of pretence at beauty and magnificence would become facile. Elitists of the Look-at-Me Industry would be so panicked that in their desperate charge to exit stage left, they’d trample and stumble over all those nouveau nobodies and forget in their haste to remove the evidence of the knives in all those embroidered backs they’d left behind. One hug too many, eh Brutus?
And Lord almighty! Shine your special mercy on the supremely intellectual souls of the devoted CBC producers and broadcasters who wouldn’t know when to take gracious leave of a 1 billion buck a year private party if doomsday were falling upon it. Plead to the heavens with ardor and conviction that all those canucklehead writers and actors pretending to be as important as all those other writers and actors of the Yankee persuasion that they be spared the ignominy of unemployment! Beseech the paltry few Canadian viewers left who might make a collective effort to write a fan letter in support of layer #62 of pretence and banality, aka Canadian comedy or TV drama. Isn’t it, after all, the meekheaded Canadian way to blithely support the meager offerings of unfunny practitioners of something akin to a slapstuck genre?
But perchance I am folly for, but, lo! Here be words of a celebrity!
“I've got a talent to act. No matter what any newspaper says about me, I am one of the most sensitive human beings on earth, and I know it.” - Jean-Claude van Damme
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