Oh, woe be unto us. Whatever shall we do? Rend our clothing? Gnash our teeth? Tear our hair out and pour ashes on our heads? /sarc Then again, maybe not. Probably not. These narcississts thrive on constant attention and adulation and wither without it. Looking forward to the, "dozens of artists, entertainers, and activists who have attached their names to an effort calling for a month-long strike", finding out the hard way that they are nowhere near as important or influential to regular Americans as they like to think they are. They are dancing monkeys. The organ grinder grinds the organ, they get out on the stage and dance their little dance, and that's it. That's all. They're done. Now shut the fuck up and get back into your cage until I feel like seeing the monkey dance again. Do they really think that Joe and Jane Lunchpail, who are out there right now struggling just to make ends meet, keep a roof over their heads and raise their kids right, give a flying fuck what any of them think? Every single one of those sunnsabitches could drop over face down into their own shadows right this second, and **the only way I could work up a tear would be to yank out a fistful of my own nostril hair.** So what happens when they decide the, "strike", is over and they find out that people *still* aren't paying any attention to them.