Again? Oscar, please die...

So once again I will devote a smidgen of my space to trash the Oscar's. This column last year, elicited the most back-hate (my term for people that I piss off), only slightly ahead of the ramblings of the Bow-Flex Grandma. My hatred for all things celeb increases each day I live and breath. Can someone please tell me what biological advantage is served by sycophantical obsession with asshole actors and people with more money then us? I guess the only consolation is that if there is no biological advantage we can all rest assured that these retards will soon die off like those pesky dinosaurs. I couldn't believe it this morning: CTV Newsnet had sandwiched five minutes of discussions with some newspaper columnists on a slow work day regarding who will be nominated for an Academy Award between less then 15 seconds about the economy and the middle east. Okay, first of all, I understand that there are some real lonely, sad people out there who have let their lives get so out of balance that the must seek happiness vicariously. We have all been through times in our lives where we would rather watch cartoons then read a book, but come on....nominations? Are we that far down the road of apathy about the state of our world? Its called distraction people and don't forget it. Magic tricks work like this: distract the audience from what is really happening by making the distraction seem more important then the trick itself (e.g. abracadabra). The bigger the distraction the bigger the trick. When so-called news networks start running details about some idiot, coked out actor's kid's fight with his second grade lab partner as if it was a headline, you know the trick is either really big (and some would say obvious) or the powers-that-be have finally realized they don't even have to try to distract us anymore - beyond figuring out how to get us to turn on the television that is. The funniest thing of all of this is that people who really are into the Oscar's can get as upset about criticism of the yearly ass-grab, as a Taliban warlord at a bra factory. Is it religion? I guess, come to think of it, of all the stupid, inane, ridiculous religions out there, professing to save our immortal souls, asshole worship is probably the most harmless. Maybe I'll look into it next time I'm at the grocery store check-out. You'll have to excuse me while I jam a fork into my eyeball....