Candace Owens — Dear Celebrities: NOBODY CARES WHAT YOU THINK!!!

So, did anybody know that the VMAs were on a couple of Sundays ago? Yeah, no. Me neither. My name is Candace Owens and you are watching my vlog series, The Myth of the Coon. Apparently, the 2017 Video Music Awards premiered and viewership has reached a historic level. Ratings dropped off by nearly 50% and leftist media cannot determine why that might be. I mean, it's like, why don't people want to watch Sparkly celebrities anymore?

They're so entertaining and funny. Have fun tonight. Nice dress, by the way. Is that an Ivanka? And I do want to say that I've been very vocal for my support for everyone besides that. Yeah, only supported Hillary. But in her lifetime, she deserves to be the first female president. I know for a woman, as a woman, it feels so sexist. I have thought an awful lot about blowing up the White House. Sorry, I hate fucking crying on camera, but...

I hate crying. Let him camera, too. Oh, celebrities. It kind of makes you miss the days when they would jump on stage, thank the man upstairs, and their mom and dad, too, right? Here's the thing, famous ladies and gents. Nobody cares what you think. Nobody. Nobody cares what you think. We don't care what you think. I watched the VMA to see whether or not Miley. Cyrus's hair has grown back or how close they're going to sit Britney Spears next to Justin Timberlake still because there's still a little drama there, I think.

I do not watch award shows to see what happens when little toddlers 1st hear the word no. Award shows have become a gross spectacle of rich kids that literally live in gated communities and do not touch their own card door handles telling me what I have to hashtag resist. No, thank you. Not exactly my idea of a relaxing Sunday night. Special shout out to the celebs that don't even go here. Adele isn't shy about who she wants as an next U.S.

president. No, really, thank you, Adele, because it is so incredibly meaningful when someone here on a tourist visa. Tells me. Sorry, I hate fucking crying. I can't remember, but because nothing says out of touch quite like showing up to somebody else's country and telling them how to cast a ballot. Which is why J.K. Rowlings, Twitter feed holds a special place in my heart. Thank you, JK, for using that powerful voice of yours to draw attention to meaningless issues like whether or not Donald Trump actually shook someone's hand at the White House.

If I may make a suggestion, maybe with your newfound interest in politics, you might want to dedicate a 7 part series novel to the victims of Westminster of Manchester. Or London Bridge, borough market, or do you only specialize in fiction? I'm sorry, is that too soon? Because in our country, keyword hour, we like to refer to that as too late. We'd like to refer to that as what happens when a bunch of spineless politicians and celebrities tell us that we need to be more concerned with Melania Trump's shoes than with the real live threat of radical Islam.

So keep crying celebrities because nobody gives a damn. I'd like to wrap this up, the life half, the powers that be at award shows. If it's election 2020 that you're trying to sway, maybe stop appealing so hard for pre-pubescent tweens. They can't vote yet. If you guys like these videos, please consider donating to my patreon.com account as you know YouTube is cracking down on conservative voices and we are unable to monetize these videos.

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