Sigh. I miss the good old days. The days when Justin Guarini got major crap for talking back to Simon saying "It doesn't matter what you think, it's what the audience thinks". Or when Tamika (TA-MI-KA) declared classily "Simon can kiss my natural born black ass!" Or my personal favorite Ms. Thang (name irrelevant) who sassily declared to Simon, Randy and Paula (in said order) "You're an ass, you're fat and you're played out!"
GO ON WITH YOUR BAD SELVES!
Instead LA LA land offers up a host of blithering piles of spineless losers who insisted on pathetically begging, pleading, sniveling and grovelling away their 15 minutes of fame. WHY OH WHY DOES NO ONE LISTEN TO ME! MUST I REPEAT MYSELF? WE HATE YOU! WE REALLY REALLY DO!
Enough already.
The only bright spot in the whole night was what could have been perceived as a pathetic exploitation of an old man's pain, but instead came off as a wonderful touching tribute to the power of true love. God Bless You Sherman Pore. You are MY American Idol.
Top 1 (That's right 1...the rest kinda sucked)
Brandon "Well Hello There" Rodgers (why do all the cute ones insist on being short)
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