BEHIND THE GLITTERING FACADE, Hollywood’s elite staged a TONE-DEAF spectacle of SELF-CONGRATULATION as the world BURNS. The 86th Golden Globes was NOT a celebration of art—it was a DISTURBING display of COWARDICE and carefully curated silence. While wars rage and political systems crumble, the A-list’s most profound statement was a generalized whimper for “love and cooperation.” Jean Smart’s empty plea to “do the right thing” REEKS of performative virtue, a HARSH contrast to the ICE agent’s bullet that took Renee Nicole Good’s life—a tragedy reduced to a FASHION ACCESSORY on some lapels.
Host Nikki Glaser delivered a ROAST laced with apathy, joking about Nespresso and ping-pong muscles while the Justice Department edits reality and CBS peddles “BS news.” Judd Apatow’s quip about living in a “dictatorship” was met with LAUGHTER, not alarm, exposing a community UNABLE—or UNWILLING—to grapple with the collapsing world outside their gilded ballroom. Their sanitized speeches and “decorous” behavior are a BETRAYAL of the very outrage art is supposed to channel.
This was a party for the OBSCENELY OUT-OF-TOUCH, a three-hour orgy of back-patting where the most viral moment was a failed musical number. Seth Rogen dared to mention the “caste system” keeping crews out, but the SYSTEM ITSELF remains UNTOUCHABLE. We are not just watching meaningless awards; we are witnessing the FINAL, SICKENING ACT of a decadent culture that has chosen self-worship over humanity. The trophies they cradled like babies are tombstones for their own relevance. Ask yourself: as they toasted their own success, did you even NOTICE who won?
Author: Kayitsi.com
