|John Wilkes Booth and the Devil|
As someone who is a theater lover and whose husband made his living as an actor, I want to thank the Vice President and his wife for their interest in one of the greatest and most important art forms humanity has ever created. That they took the time and energy to attend a theatrical performance means so much to me and to all of us who truly love the theater.
Last night, you walked into the belly of the beast because you had a curiosity to see what playing there. I applaud your courage and good will. Thank you from the very bottom of my heart.
Please accept my deepest and humblest apologies for the insolence, and disrespectful rudeness of the 'actors' to you and your lovely wife. Like everything else in this country, theater is and has been compromised for several decades by the corporatists until it is just another of the shoddy products the global elitists have shoved down our throats. HAMILTON is not real theater; it is the self congratulatory twaddle that passes for theater these days, New York Times approved, 100% pure hogwash.
To the absurd moral exhibitionist cast, I say, no, you will never be safe from the scorn of the working class people in this country who get up every morning and go to work to keep the lights on in this country and put food on the table for all. Nor will you escape the disgust of those who have been prevented from working by your ignorant, destructive regulations and divisive rhetoric.
Actors have an unfortunate history of getting swollen egos. The Player's Club in Gramercy Park, New York City, was formed by Edwin Booth to counteract the intense hatred that the public felt toward all actors and artists after his brother, actor John Wilkes Booth, assassinated the country's most beloved president, Abraham Lincoln. Creating the club was his attempt to restore the reputation of actors and rebuild the good will of the public to rescue the arts from the infamy that his brother had brought onto them.
I am so disgusted by the fools in the performance last night who call themselves actors, but who were so overcome by their own grandeur that they demeaned themselves and all actors in a shameful display of lack of professionalism and common courtesy.
They say history repeats itself. Once as tragedy, and once as farce. They were going to hang John Wilkes Booth; today, we must be content with haranguing these fat headed, ridiculous fools.
And by the way, a lot of the people who fought in the revolution were not immigrants. My own family had lived in the colony of New Jersey for almost a hundred years, when they shouldered their muskets and fought for freedom from the globalist power of their day, the mighty British Empire.
So rave on you talentless toads, you are about to be swept onto the ash pile of history by new actors who possess the fire of real talent, not the simpering smirk of a cheaply bought shill. You are part of the Mainstream Media and you are already irrelevant.
One more point about that "no White Actors" casting. From my vast experience in Hollywood I can tell you that this is called 'stunt casting'. If your show needs something a little extra to goose it up, because it just isn't coming together, you do some stunt casting. You stunt cast to draw attention away from the lack of excitement in the show. Like if there is a part for a wrestler, you get a real name wrestler. It's not important that he can't act; he is a wrestler and everybody knows it and he draws his fans. Stunt casting provides novelty when the ideas are a little stale.
Hollywood and Broadway do it all the time. Having a show where everyone knows the real characters were white, and then you cast them everything but, is a way to try to make the show more interesting. It's almost always a desperation move.
I remember a show on the lower Eastside called "Matt and Ben's Big Adventure" many years ago, about how the script for "Good Will Hunting" fell out of the sky on Matt Damon and Ben Affleck. Well, the two guys were played by the two women who wrote the show, and that made it even funnier. The women really didn't try too hard to imitate Matt Damon and Ben Affleck, but they were surprisingly effective and hilarious.
Or one time I went to any NYU production of Moliere's "Misanthrope" done entirely in the nude. The audience figured out in about five minutes that nudity was just another costume and forgot all about it. Only one problem. One of the actors scraped his knee and it started bleeding. Watching someone bleed causes anxiety in the audience, unless you're an ancient Roman at the Coliseum. It was impossible not to worry about how soon he could get offstage and put some antibiotic on his knee. Now, if he'd been wearing pants.... Rediscovering the wheel. Clothes have a function.
But that's all stunting. Kind of punking your own show to make it SOMETHING, when something is missing and you don't know what to do. Always a bad sign.