I reject this. I call for a return to the past. I call for another Tim Allen. I realize this seems like I am joking, but I am not. If we allow another high caliber 'respected' actor to win the nomination, how much different are we than the laughable Oscars. Already we are Golden Globing the hell out of the holidays, and my heart breaks a little just to think of another holiday with thought provoking story lines and acting that we can respect.
Where has Guttenberg gone? What about Arnold? Just because he is losing his day job, doesn't mean his spirit must also die. We set the bar high with the Michaels and Patrick. And those years gave us happiness, and let us fearlessly sit through hours of films.
This is it. This is the last year before our 10th anniversary. After this year all the rules change. Oscar winners are allowed. Our icons will surely be lifted to the greatest heights. We have all been saving our favorites, and our golden secrets.
But I plead, I beg, lets muddy it up one last time. Let's groan at the guffaws. Let us once more suffer through the same character played over and over again.
I come to you not with bravado and confidence in my nomination. Instead, in the spirit of Thanksgiving pasts, I beg, I crawl, and I grovel, for one last debacle of acting.
Good movies are easy with good actors. We can breeze through the 12-16 films if they are all quality. But what is the fun of that? Where is the magic? Without the suffering the T-shirt might lose some of its meaning.
So, with a pathetic appeal to your sense of tradition and desire to take the first 9 years out with a whimper, I nominate one of our generations worst and least respected actors.
The one, the only, Rob Schnieder
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