Only five days till American Idol is unleashed in all its boring glory for a sixth season. *yawn*
How much mileage can they get out of SimonCowell's man boobs stuck into those gawd awful black stretchy shirts while he spouts the same handful of putdowns, Paula's tipsy, cheesy "reach for your stars" non criticisms, and Randy's dawg polluted drivel? Somebody, puleez, get the three clueless ones some scriptwiters!
I have sworn off this sick excuse for a reality show....not much reality if you ask me.
I had to laugh seeing this little tidbit....evidentally the producers are nominated for a producer of the year award for NONfiction television. WTF???? This show is about as nonfiction as a Charles Dickens novel. Several contestants from the past seasons have been handpicked from an LA talent agency, the show routinely edits footage of contestants to either favor or disparage some of the hopefuls, and if the public does not vote for the producer's favorites the show retains the right to change the voting outcome...and they have in the past and will probably do so in the future.
I do not care to be manipulated any more. This former Idol junkie has sworn off cold turkey.
