In an interview with re/Code (don't ask me), Gwyneth Paltrow revealed her insufferable existence yet again. This time though, it was at the expense of heroes that live and die protecting her freedoms and liberties. From 1995-1999, I was infatuated with this dumbass...I don't know why. I feel like I owe every Service Man and Woman a public apology for being so stupid. I swear to God, every single time this chick opens her mouth, she says something more elitist and abhorrent than the time before. She is so out of touch with reality that the Silver Spoon has actually imbedded into her colon. Let's face it...Gwyneth Paltrow has no clue what working for a living means. Sure, she puts in long hours on a movie set. BFD. I've done it. It's fucking awesome. I was a nobody and EVERYBODY kisses your ass. You can literally say and do anything you want and they're like, right this way Mrs. Paltrow. It's a Devil's occupation that fuels selfishness, insincerity, arrogance, elitism and egomania. When an actor is actually grounded, I'm instantly a huge fan because it's very difficult to maintain realistic expectations of the world when everyone jumps at your every command. That said, it sounds like an excuse. It's not. She's just a #unt.
Gwyneth's comments equating WAR (real war) to negative TWEETS. (Yes, I mean twitter.)
"You come across (online comments) about yourself and about your friends, and it's a very dehumanizing thing, Paltrow said. It's almost like how, in war, you through this bloody, dehumanizing thing, and then something is defined out of it. My hope is, as we get out of it, we'll reach a new level of consciousness."
In an effort of language warfare, Bryan Sikes, a Green Beret, gives his own retort, in a way only a true selfless hero could:
To Miss Paltrow,I’d first like to start out by saying how terrible I feel for you and all your friends that on a daily basis have to endure mean words written by people you don’t know. I can only imagine the difficulty of waking up in a 12,000 square foot Hollywood home and having your assistant retrieve your iPhone, only to see that the battery is low and someone on twitter (the social media concept that you and all of your friends contribute to on an hourly basis to feed your ego and narcissistic ways), has written a mean word or 2 about you. You’ve hit the nail on the head, war is exactly like that. You should receive a medal for the burden you have carried on your shoulders due to these meanies on social media.You said, “Its almost like, how in war, you go through this bloody dehumanizing thing and then something is defined out of it.” I could see how you, and others like you in “the biz”, could be so insecure and mentally weak that you could pair the difficulty of your life on twitter to my brothers who have had their limbs ripped off and seen their friends shot, blown up, burned and disfigured, or wake up every morning in pain – while just starting the day is a challenge. How about our wives? The ones that sign on to be there for us through thick and thin, that help us to shake the hardships of war upon our return? And do all this while being mothers to our kids, keeping bills in order because we are always gone, and keeping our lives glued together. They do all this, by the way, without a team of accountants, nanny’s, personal assistants, and life coaches. Yeah, reading a mean tweet is just like all that.You know what is really “dehumanizing”, Miss Paltrow? The fact that you’d even consider that your life as an “A-list” celebrity reading internet comments could even compare to war and what is endured on the battlefield. You and the other “A-listers” that think like you are laughable. You all have actually convinced yourselves that you in some way face difficulty on a regular basis. Let me be the first to burst your bubble: a long line at Starbucks, your driver being 3 minutes late, a scuff mark on your $1200 shoes and a mean tweet do not constitute difficulty in the eyes of a soldier.Understand me when I say this: war does not define me. It is a chapter in my life that helped shaped me. Being a husband and father is what defines me. Remember, sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never…be close to what war is.
Thanks Mr Sikes, for your passion, your loyalty and honor to God, Country, and your family, as well as your unyielding bravery. I hope you know you are treasured and appreciated.
Gwyneth, good luck finding an audience for your next shitty movie. Piss off.
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