Musings of a Maniac

The Idol - Jacuzzi Gets Drained

America is going to be subjected to rants from the far-Radical Left and their race-baiting compatriots for casting Isaac XL out of this competition and placing Syesha Mercado in the bottom three.  Not only that, the dreadlock adorned slacker was there as well.  Even though Jason Castro is white, America could also be accused of hating a wigger since he's partial to black stylings with those dreads, not to mention his shiftless attitude.  Can't you picture Sir Elton John going at it again?

As I'm sure you recall, Sir Elton attacked this competition in Season 3 as racist, but perhaps the Bloated British Buggerer should stick to analyzing his own country's short-comings, rather than focusing on the Shining City on the Hill.  This country offers boundless opportunity to all and doesn't lionize a Nazi-sympathizing Royal Family, not to mention casts-off like Former Princess Diana who ignored her children and sought attention from the media, while bedding with the son of a crooked Arab arms merchant. She got exactly what she deserved and she's about as much of a people's Princess as Elton is a manly-man.  How many people can afford $100,000 outfits, fancy jewelry and palaces?

The sequined Captain Fantastic is also embroiled in a fund-raising scandal that is being investigated by the FEC.  Apparently, Fatso was planning to hold a fund raiser for Princess Pudge, Hillary, and that happens to be questionable since he's not an American citizen.  First, they sell our national security to the Chinese for cash and now the Clinton's are buddying up with the British Poof community.  I would wish that Elton got sent to prison, but he'd probably enjoy being passed down the cell block like a pack of cigarettes.

As for Hillary and her band of thieves, they are now targeting Pelosi for a hit by boycotting her fund raising.  All this in-fighting couldn't happen to a nicer group of people.  But the biggest outrage of it all is the overlooked story about the Schwarze Kennedy's spiritual mentor and "uncle."  It has now been revealed that Reverend Wright is not only attacking White America, but Italians as well.

In a eulogy written in some low-rent rag called The Trumpet News Magazine, Wright wrote "(Jesus') enemies had their opinions . . . The Italians for the most part looked down their garlic noses at the Galileans."  I don't know about you, but I'd rather have a garlic nose than a grill and some KFC.  Of course, the MSM ignored this racist attack on Italians, but this cannot stand.  How dare he attack such a rich and prominent culture.

When you think of great civilizations, the last place we look to is the housing projects of the inner-cities and Africa.  On the other hand, Italians have provided us with great architecture, like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, and the Renaissance.  Who offers more to society?  Snoop Doggy Dog or Botticelli?  Italy has real holidays like Christmas, as opposed to the pretend Holiday's like Kwanzaa.  Italians drive energy conserving Vespas, rather than gas guzzling Escalades with spinners.  The Italian language is melodious and romantic, unlike the gutter talk of Ebonics, which is nothing but bad grammar.

Italians who came to this country didn't get guaranteed employment, affirmative action and welfare.  We worked hard to raise above our station, despite the oppressive hand of the White Man trying to keep us down.  What's Wright's excuse for the cultural and economic depravity of black-America?  Deep in their psyche, they blame everyone and anything for their shortcomings.  They are lazy, irresponsible, victims who God will punish for injecting this into the minds and hearts of America.

Why don't they continue burning down Korean Grocery store, instead of saving their money and starting their own?  As for Obama, he can denounce Wright all he likes, but that doesn't excuse a 20 year affiliation.  When you lay down with doggies, you wake up with fleas.  And today, it is clearer than ever that Obama needs a flea collar.

American Idol, on the other hand, needs a diamond studded collar for offering us a fantastic show last night with one of the best medley's of the season.  The dancing was outrageous and the song choice was inspired. Who doesn't love being reminded of the Brady Bunch? 

The hopefuls worked well together as a team and made America long for the concert tour.  The Democrats, on the other hand, continue their feuding as they squander any chance of recapturing the White House and installing a fool who will lay down our defenses and meet with Iranians and other thugs as they plan our slaughter.

The Ford Commercial used the Cheap Trick song, I Want You to Want Me, and was more high tech this week.  I personally didn't like it since our hopefuls were faceless throughout and it was too short.  Speaking of cheap tricks, I want to be the first to nominate Hillary for a Purple Heart now that we know of her heroism in the face of battle.  I know the Left loves to talk about how Kerry was Swift-boated, but it was more than fair, as it is in this case, since both of them have been proven to be shameless opportunists who claim to be military heroes, rather than anti-American treasonous dogs.  Thank you John O'Neill for the Swift Boat Veterans for Truth.

As for Hillary's junior cheap trick, she can go to hell as well.  No one would care that her dirt bag father was getting hummers from someone about the same age as her if he hadn't foisted himself in the public arena.  So when the Clinton machine pimps out their ugly daughter, Chelsea, she shouldn't act so flabbergasted when someone asked her how her mother dealt with the Lewinsky matter as she did the other day when a Clinton supporter, Evan Strange, asked her a question about it.  Should it surprise us that someone with that last name would support these pond scum, pardon pimping, murderous, race baiting crooks?

If Hillary had any class or dignity, she would drop out of the Presidential race and follow Kimberly Locke's path.  Kimberly lost 40 pounds and looked great last night.  A shout out to her for dropping out of law school and following the path less chosen.  Let's also hope that Kimberly's restaurant in Westchester, Croton Creek, does well since her performance was just all right.  Her new single, Fall, just doesn't have the magic of someone like Paula Abdul who will performing live on the Today Show on April 25.  That is going to be so rich watching her make a fool of herself on national television.  But, when you think about it, that will be no different than every Tuesday and Wednesday nights as she slurs through her commentary on Idol.

Unlike Paula, Idol is deadly serious about helping others even here in America as indicated last night when Ryan let us know that the $76 million that Idol Gives Back raised was spent alleviating poverty in America with after-school programs, medical care, literacy training and disaster relief.  Should it surprise us that Fox is more efficient with our money than FEMA?  On the other hand, it was shown yesterday that the Schwarze Kennedy barely donated 2% of his income to charity even though he earned in the top 1% of all income brackets.  Of course, most of his donations went to his racist church in Chicago.  Instead of promising to raise taxes on hard working Americans, why doesn't he put his money where his blue lipped mouth is?

America once again got to ask questions on Idol and no one dodges and weaves like the left-wing liars, except for perhaps Giggles.  When 22 year-old Nicole asked him why he chose that dreadful song the other night, he insisted it was his choice.  I'm sure if he said otherwise, Daddy dearest would have beaten him to a bloody pulp with a wire hanger, but America could see through that flim-flam.  I also loved Simon's response to Ari who asked what she needed to do to get Ryan's job and Simon advised her to have no talent.  America loved that and laughed, but then got a bit of shocker when Brooke told Caitlin that she wouldn't mind doing a duet with John Mayer.

I'll give Sunshine a pass for that, but you'd think she could come up with someone less lame than Mayer.  His anti-war song and poor taste in dates should cause someone of Sunshine's stature to shun him like a bad rash.  But I guess better Mayer than Richie Sambora, who was arrested for DUI yesterday with his 10-year old daughter in the car, along with his latest slut de jour.  First Denise Richard who even makes Charlie Sheen seem sympathetic, and now this.  Now wonder, Reverend Wright can get away with attacking Italians with impunity.

In the end, America got it right last night, with the exception of Syesha who should have been safe.  The Mail Order Bride was far worse and Syesha shouldn't have to experience White America's wrath just because Barack Obama hangs around with racists, while pretending to be a racial healer.  As for Marley Au Lait, he got what he deserved and he better stop slacking off and taking this competition seriously

Good riddance and good bye to Chikezie and welcome Dolly Pardon who will be the guest mentor next week.  With Dolly at the helm of this competition, David A's father will not be able to get in his way when choosing a song  And if the stage father dares to cross Dolly, she will knock him sideways to Sundays with her ample and shapely instruments.  Dolly may seem sweet, but I got a funny feeling you don't mess with her.  She could even take out Madonna now that she has a British accent.

Until next, I won't be back, but I wait patiently for our hopefuls to tackle country songs.  It should prove to be a spectacular evening. 

Maniac - - out

      

 

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The Idol - Hopefuls Born Again?

After two insufferable weeks of Beatles songs, Idol returned to its roots last night and the hopefuls chose a song from the year of their births.  Since most were spawned in the 80's with the exception of Giggles, I knew the evening had the possibility of being fierce, not to mention fabulous.  Although the night was somewhat mixed, no one better captured the essence of what this competition is all about as well as the promise for better tomorrows than Kristy Lee Cook. 

She cleverly choose God Bless the USA by Lee Greenwood as noted by Simon and blew out the house as well as reminding America what this country can do when we have a real President in the White House as opposed to a race-baiting, yellow-bellied, draft dodging, pot smoking, pardon pimping, disbarred, impeached, tax-raising, soft on crime pervert.  Even though she sold her horse and appears to have the temperament of Goebbels, I have to give Kristy props for that 10/10 master class song choice. 

When I listen to that anthem when it was Morning Again in America, I helps me forget that today two of the leading candidates for the Presidency are shameless liars and frauds, not to mention adept at exploiting the typical far-Left identity politics for advantage.  But, what do I know?  I'm just a typical white person who unlike the Schwarze Kennedy doesn't attend a church for 20 years where an avowed racist acts as a minister.

After being silent on this issue, Hillary yesterday decided she would direct some sniper fire towards Obama when she chided him about his long-held affiliation with a man who thinks Americans deserved to be slaughtered on 9/11.  However, her attack rings hollow as does everything else she says.  After all, she was just trying to take attention away from the fact that she got caught in another lie once again when she claimed she dodged sniper fire in Bosnia during a visit when she was First Ho.  For once, the Left-wing media exposed her claim as the abominable lie that it was.  After all, she's about as much of a war hero as John Francois Kerry.

Perhaps I'm just a typical White Person, but the only bullet she's ever been near is the one that god lodged in Vince Foster's head.  No wonder the former Clinton loyalist, Bill Richardson, endorsed Obama.  James Carville may view him as Judas, but doesn't that make him a typical Democrat.  Isn't this the party that gave us the likes of Abbie Hoffman and other anti-American radicals who betrayed their country in favor of their collectivist ambitions.  Let's not forget the treasonous scum bag and liar Alger Hiss who the Left still defends, even though it is patently obviously that he was a Communist sympathizer and spy.

Unlike the horrible damage this crowd has inflicted on this Shining City on a Hill, the 1980's was a decade that represented America's economic and cultural renaissance.  America's economy roared back after the Democrat Party destroyed it with gas lines, high inflation, double digit unemployment, social engineering, timid foreign policy and a demoralized and under financed military.  Unlike the 80's, the 90's ended with the collapse of the false economy of the Clinton era and the death of 3,000 innocent American civilians at the hands of some of the most incompetent and corrupt hacks. 

Who would have thought that a horse selling blond with a heart of steel like Kristy could invoke such memories? After all, music from the 1980s is so good it might even cause Heather Mills to grow back her leg. On the other hand, the Mail Order Bride is a totally different story.  She was a biter as a child and bit the dust even worse last night with a dreadful rendition of Alone that rates at best a 5.5/10.  To add insult to injury, Ramiele wore hoochie momma shorts that were hiked up to her neck.  We also discovered that she was born in Saudi Arabia and made me question whether she is a plant of the Islamofacists.  It may be too late for her to strap a bomb to her chest since she is in serious risk of going home.  But she should not despair.  She could easily find a job in the Democrat Party since their leaders seem so enamored of Ward Churchill's thinking as evidenced by Obama's close affiliation with his minister. 

Jason, like the Mail Order Bride, was born in 1987 and when they showed his baby pictures, he looked clean and normal.  It only highlighted how disturbing those dreadlocks are, but I guess it doesn't matter since he appeals to the girls.  His rendition of Fragile was boring and safe as noted by Paula and rates at a 6.5/10.  I would not be surprised if he ends up in the bottom three as he really needs to step up his game.

At least he took Simon's comments to heart and admitted that he might be a tad lazy.  But America isn't going to tolerate someone with no work ethic.  It is only the far radical Left that endorses sloth and shiftlessness as noted by their policies towards the Black America.  Once again, I might just be a typical White Person, but what else explains why the prisons are filled with young black males who have been victimized by the condescending handouts of the Left that come in the form inadequate public education, welfare, affirmative action and quotas?  It wasn't Whitey that infected them with AIDS as suggested by Obama mentor Jeremiah Wright, it was the cultural depravity of Black America that has been fostered and enabled by the Far Radical Left and the race-baiting poverty pimps who the racial healer, Obama, supports.

Syesha Mercado did well last night with a 7/10 performance of If I Were Her Woman.  She even did the baby cry last night in what I viewed as a desperation move to get America's attention.  It was haunting and disturbingly on cue, unlike some of her performances.  But at the end of the day, Simon accurately noted that there is a limit to her vocal ability and she will not be long for this competition.  As for the junior blogger, she was unimpressed and yelled at the TV after the performance:  "Who do think you are with those fancy earnings?"

Next on stage came Isaac XL who chose a ballad so that he could showcase how absolutely dreadful he is when he is not running around stage pretending to be Taylor Hicks.  I'll admit I was no fan of Taylor, but to compare him to Chikezie is an outrage.  Taylor did have some pipes and talent, unlike this guy who was actually born on 9/11/95.  How ironic is that since he seems destined to return to his job at LAX working for the TSA?  This performance of If Only For One Night rates at 4.5/10 for me and 1/10 from the junior blogger and should result in his demise, but you never know what America will do.

When Sunshine came on stage dressed in funereal black, I knew that things weren't going to go well.  She even chose to sing from the portfolio of the sex-crazed Sting, another has-been loser whose very existence sickens every fiber of my soul.  At least Brooke, born on 6/2/83 is a Gemini.  But her rendition of Every Breath You Take was not her best and rates at 6.5/10.  Of course the failed OJ wannabee Randy took great pleasure in attacking her with his racist rant, but our Sunshine withstood his vitriol.  I hope she gets back in the game next week, but at the same time I still saw some power to her performance.  However, flubbing the first line and starting over is a nonstarter in this competition.

But don't you just love when she plays piano? She could make flowers bloom in Antarctica.  However, whoever straightened he curly locks and made her wear black should be flogged to death with a rusty hammer.  Our Sunshine should never be attired in the such a drab color, which represents that goth mentality of the far radical Left who like nothing better than to kill babies and euthenize the elderly.

Following Brooke, Outback Idol performed and went back to what worked for him back in Hollywood Week when he chose a Queen Song, We are the Champions.  His performance was the best ever for him and rates an 8.5/10.  But why is it that the only thing he can sing is Queen?  He may be a one trick pony and I don't care how competitive he is.  He can't win a competition with such a limited portfolio when he is up against some strong contenders. 

Simon noted that for the first time he saw star potential in Michael Johns, but I beg to differ.  He will never win this competition with a personality like his.  He reminds me of a smug and arrogant bully who flips over a table when he loses at cards to his sister, as noted in his pre-performance video.  He better learn to loose graciously and not try to tear down others so he can win.  Otherwise, we might be calling him Outback Hillary.

Isn't she the symbol of all that is wrong with unbridled competition?  She's intent on destroying the Democrat Party and providing McCain with the Presidency in her scourged earth attacks on Obama.  But it is more than clear that she is now preparing for another run in 2012 and hoping that McCain is a one-termer since she has about as much chance of winning the nomination in 2008 as Eliot Spitzer has.

Once again, Carly Smithson displayed that hideous tattoo and wore a black dress that highlighted her unsightly thighs and protruding belly.  Don't tell me the Lion King impregnated her?  Let's hope those two don't have the opportunity to deface a young child.  Her performance was not as bad as the judges indicated since she has good vocals.  She rates at a 7/10 for her performance of Total Eclipse of the Heart, but she lacks any emotional depth.  Of course, the judges blabbered on trying to desscribe her problem, but in America's living rooms it is more than clear.  We don't like a a slightly overweight cold fish with tattooed arms and cankles!

On the other hand, America loves Giggles and feels his pain since he has to deal with his stage Dad who the cameras flashed on many time during his performance of You're the Voice, which rates at an 8/10.  The song choice was way off, but the vocals were once again great.  America will love the video where he danced with his sister.  But David Archuleta will never get to his prom with that overbearing bore of a father who is ruining our young hopeful.

During Beatles Week One, he made David cry and this week it was clear he was behind that Satantic theme park-like song choice.  Simon bluntly noted as the end that he was certain that David didn't choose the song and that others may have had a hand it.  Like Saint Francis, Simon protects the innocent from the thugs.  I so want to call Child and Family Services and put a stop to this hateful bully.  He's destroying his son in the tradition of the Lohan's and Spear's.  It's painful to watch.

David Cook is his own man and makes his own choices as noted by his brave and brazen rendition of Billy Jean, which rates at a 9.5/10.  I'll admit I don't like his big skull or his attitude, but at the same time, I've got to give him credit for one of the most creative and distinctive performances of the night.  It was absolutely brilliant and he is no longer a dark horse in this competition.  In the words of Kellie Pickler, he is a full fledged "ballsy" and America will love that.

Tonight, we get the results and the return of Kimberly Locke who had to battle two titans of this competition during Season 2:  Mr. Ruben Studdard and Clay Aiken.  She was no match for those two Idol luminaries, but I'd rather have her perform for us than has-beens of yesterday like Neil Diamond and Mariah Carey.

As for who goes tonight, it's hard to say, but I hope it is Isaac XL.  I have had enough of him and his uppity attitude.  He can't help himself and sassed Simon again last night.  Enough is enough and he must GO!

Maniac - - out

The Idol - America Hates a Streak More Than A Sleeve with a Broken Wing

After two insufferable weeks of having to listen to Beatles crap that was pimped by the Producers in order to show case their favorites, Carly Smithson and Michael Johns, America sent a message and it better be heeded.  Stop pushing music from the past by hackneyed cretins, two of whom are fortunately no longer with us with two more to go.  After Carly displayed her sleeve for America over and over again and then whined about her broken wing after her performance of Blackbird, America put her in the bottom three, which was a shocker at first.  But, when you look at it closely, it makes perfect sense.  America hates those who claim they are victims and want special privileges as a consequence. 

Carly's ploy on Tuesday night was brutally repudiated and when she was the first to be cast to the steel stools, rather than the plush velvet couch where the Mail Order Bride was safely ensconced along with the more deserving hopefuls like Brooke White, David Archuleta, David Cook and Jason Castro.  Unlike Italian-Americans who were exported to this country to work on railroads for the robber barrens of Corporate Amerika, this chunky Irish lass didn't suffer any potato famine.  She just wanted to see her name in lights and came to Hollywood looking for Paparazzi, but instead only found her tattoo-faced husband and a failed two million dollar record deal.  She better shape-up, cover that sleeve and change her attitude or she might end up in a firestorm sooner than may think about her hateful blabbering about her tough road in this Shining City on the Hill.

She almost sounded as disingenuous as the Schwarze Kennedy the other day when he tried to distance himself from his spiritual adviser and race-baiting mentor, Reverend Jeremiah Wright. He suggested that he didn't agree with Wright's Al Sharpton-like rhetoric, but he understood where the anger was coming from.  Why?  Because his life has been so hard for him as an Oreo where he attended Harvard Law School and owns a $1.6 million house, which was financed by one of his corrupt backers, Tony Rezko.

If anyone has the right to be angry, it is those who have to make their way in this country without the protection of quotas, affirmative action and overreaching civil rights laws that have left Italian-American riding at the back of the bus for way too long at the hands of the Leftist Elites who lavished his meaningless words with unjustified praise.  For someone who claims to transform race, he's done a very good of interjecting into the political dialog every time someone questions how a person who has spent all but five minutes in the Senate is qualified to be President.  Obama may think he is smarter than every one else with his jive talk, but he will soon find out that America doesn't want to be spat upon by the entitlement mentality of race-baiting poverty pimps of the Democrat Party.

As for Hillary, her qualifications are even more meager as noted by the Presidential papers released yesterday where it was indicated that she was basically scheduled for plastic surgery and manicures after she failed to socialize medicine and anointed Newt Gingrich as the Speaker of the House.  It was even noted that she was in the White House when her hubby was leaving spooge all over Monica's blue dress.  It makes you wonder whether she was involved in a three-way like the McGreevey's of New Jersey.  After all, if the Democrat Party isn't race baiting, the next best thing is sexual perversion.

But the Fox Network has done a great service to this country exposing all their lies and despite what Sean Penn thinks, the fair and balanced network is far from its end as it's a ratings juggernaut as a consequence of high level news and a simple little singing competition.  Indeed, the Man Who Beat Madonna was filming his tribute to Harvey Milk yesterday and noted that Sean Hannity was Rupert Murdoch's butt boy.  Why does the Left who professes to care about gay rights seem so free to use such aspersions when making their profound intellectual arguments?  Furthermore, if anyones career is at an end, it is Sean's.  Less Americans watched his last crappy film than those who saw the tribute to the Cuban health care system, Sicko. 

Unlike those anti-war films that no one cared about or Penn's left-wing garbage, more and more people are tuning into Idol and the Fox Network.  And last night, our country girl, Kellie Pickler, put the American back in Idol and erased any painful memories of having to deal with the music from a man that David Chapman dispensed with and did America a favor.  Our Pickle looked beautiful last night in her red dress and red high heels as she strutted around stage with her usual panache and charm.  Her breast implants were tasteful displayed, rather than squeezed together like Mexicans hiding in a car trunk trying to get over the border.

She certainly has come a long way from working at the Sonic on roller skates and fortunately the Hollywood handlers didn't transform her into a dreadful harlot like last year.  Her rendition of Red High Heels made us long for the days of Season 5 when that naughty little minx filled our homes with her story of heartbreak and struggle.  Didn't you love the video clips of Puck and Pickler?  Once again, Simon seemed enraptured by her when she fanned through the audience and sang to him suggestively like any good Christian girl.

It was certainly the highlight of the night and far better than that dreadful medley, which was one of the worst in Idol history.  America wants action, dancing and fanning in the audience.  Instead, we got what seemed like a funeral march through horrible ballads that no one cares about.  I also found it interesting that Amanda got no time to perform during the medley, which may have been the Producers tease as to what was to happen with the results.  

I have to admit I was shocked when Carly ended up in the bottom three, but Kristy was predictable.  However, to have Amanda get voted off while Isaac XL and Mail Order Bride make it to the top 10 just doesn't seem right.  Amanda certainly had her problems as a performer, but she was far better than the baggage handler and Tranny Danny's best friend.  As for Kristy, her looks saved her and perhaps her sub-par performance the other night.

I was also pleased that Sunshine was the first to be declared safe and it was fitting justice for those who were outraged by Randy's racist attacks on her performance the other night.  They even played a video clip of those comments again and my junior blogger rose from her chair and screamed, "Brooke knows she rocks the house.  Randy sucks and can go to hell!"  My such language from such a young child.  I can't imagine where she gets all that hostility from.

Brooke once again looked beautiful last night and I'm getting softer and softer on her as the competition progresses.  She is so much more human than the preprogrammed Giggles whose stage father has turned him into a puppet of his unrealistic expectations.  It's kind of sad, but at least we had the levity of the Ford Commercial, Should I Stay or Should I Go.

It was well done and certainly compensated for the medley, but I wonder if Fox is going soft on the Left.  Why else did they permit UFOs?  Have they been coalescing with Dennis Kucinich, another example of the Democrat Party's claim to intellectual superiority. But nothing would give me more pleasure than an invasion by space aliens that obliterated their intellectual gulags on the West and East Coasts.

The Left always presumes how stupid the rest of us are, but America isn't as dumb as you think as noted by some of the searingly penetrating question that were put forth by viewers last night.  For example, who cares what strip tease anthem Mail Order Bride puts on her ipod?  As for 49 year old Linda, do you really think Michael Johns has a thing for old lady like Ashton Kutcher?  Come on now.  On the other hand, I was disturbed and dismayed when Simon told Jessica of New Jersey that he wanted to lock lips with Paula once again. Doesn't he realize that Paula has more collagen in her lips than the chemicals that were dumped in Love Canal? 

Not only were we treated to America's questions, we saw a heart wrenching video of Elliott Yamin and Fantasia in Angola fighting Malaria with the money raised from Idol Gives Back.  Unlike the Democrat Party who steals our tax dollars so that people like Jessie Jackson and Al Sharpton never have to hold real job or pay taxes, let alone file tax returns, they provide help do to those in need. When Fantasia sang Amazing Grace, it made me forget what she had done to her hair with that horrible dye job.  It was simply UGLY!!!

Who wouldn't name their baby after Elliott?  Why not inflict your kid with a name that almost guarantees that he would be clubbed to death like a baby seal in the school yard?  Kidding aside, Idol is performing a humane function to those in need, which only makes us cherish this competition even more, while we reject the false hope of the Left who want to empower the Nanny State at the expense of our freedom.

Amanda sang us out with that horrible Back in the U.S.S.R. but before the show closed Ryan announced the guest judges.  Neil Diamond!!  Are they kidding us?  America is not a big haired girl with long red nails who was raised in Long Island or New Jersey.  What an absolutely dreadful choice.  On the other hand, I can't wait for Dolly Pardon, a country music icon, not to mention Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber.  Can't you just picture Giggles blowing out Memories?  However, it concerns me if Kristy remains in this competition at that point since I have no doubt that she will kill off any remaining hopes that Cats will return to Broadway.  Finally, Mariah Carrie is a total nutter and I can't wait to see her have a nervous breakdown again when she finds out that some of the hopefuls make her sound like nails on a chalkboard.

I'm not sure what the theme is for next week, but I'm sure glad it won't be another week of garbage and I can finally stop with all my shout outs to David Chapman.  We have now arrived at a crucial phase of the competition and those who will be joining the summer tour have been determined.  Unfortunately for Amanda, she will go back to performing on flat bed trucks.

But let this be a lesson for her.  No one in America wants to go back to the U.S.S.R., except that dullards of the Democrat Party.  Furthermore, how could we?  Didn't Ronald Reagan leave the Evil Empire on the ash heap of history over the strong objections of the Leftist Elites?  Wouldn't it be nice to beat a few of them to death with a piece of the Berlin Wall?  Dare to dream the impossible.

Until next week,

Maniac - - out

The Idol - Screwing Sunshine

Last night, Simon astutely commented that two weeks straight of Beatles songs is too much for America.  Our attention spans are just not that long.  The odious odes of drugged out devil worshipers are not enough to keep our attention.

What is more interesting is how Paul McCartney is even more financially incompetent than Eliot Spitzer. After all, Eliot only paid about $80,000 for his whores, while Sir Paul has to shell out close to $48 million for just one.  His former wife can now get her prosthetic gold plated and she can write a tell all book about how she bagged herself a senile old coot who has a fetish for a stump. 

Of course, I have no interest in reading about the lurid details of Sir Paul's marriage.  That is about as interesting as those who argue that the Beatles were somehow revolutionary.  They were conventional pop hacks with the talent of Lief Garret and the moral authority of Hillary Clinton.  Speaking of that, Hillary's records as First Lady are finally going to be released, but they will be conveniently redacted.  Thus, America will never know exactly how she spent her time as First Lady, but we're a creative bunch and will certainly be able to figure it out.  She hired private detectives to threaten and harass Bill's free hookers, rifled though the FBI files of political enemies, covered up her shady financial dealings from her days in Arkansas, delivered the Congress to the GOP for the first time in 60 years and arranged for the suicide of the man who was about to spill all the beans to investigators.

Now, she claims to have the experience to be President, but it all seems to be slipping away as the Super-delegates of the Democrat Party abandon her in favor of the supposed racial healer, Senator Obama.  Yesterday, Obama thought he'd shim sham and flim flam America with his jive talk about race.  First, he's black and then he's white, but that still doesn't excuse or explain why he found spiritual healing from Reverend Jeremiah Wright.  Did America's chickens come home to roost on 9/11? Did 3,000 Americans deserve to die because the likes of the Wright couldn't make it in this country without playing the victim?

With affirmative action, welfare, civil rights protections and political correctness, there is no excuse for all this hateful outrage from a group of people who have had it way too easy for too long.  It is my Italian-American brothers and sisters who have suffered at the heavy-handed tactics of the White Man who threw everything but the kitchen sink at us including RICO in effort to keep us down financially.  At the same time, they have no problem bailing out Wall Street with billions after all their trickerations with mortgage-backed securities.  Who provides more value?  Genco Olive Oil or Bears Stearns?

The financial sharks of Wall Street can now swim freely now that the chastened Sheriff of Wall Street has been sidelined and sent off to the pasture at his multi-million dollar Columbia County Estate while his replacement regales us with his stories about banging his mistresses at the Days Inn on The Upper West Side.  For a blind man, David Patterson sure can find himself some tang.  At least his wife is also in on the adultery as announced yesterday.  I wonder if they ever had three-ways like the esteemed McGreevey's of New Jersey.

As for Idol, nothing captures what happened last night than a pithy statement from Jersey Nick: "Sunshine does Shine, Giggles doesn't laugh, Blackbird doesn't fly and the Fab Four (now two) destroys American Idol."  What an atrocity America had to endure with another putrid week of the Lennon and McCartney.  Do I have to say this again and again?  Where is David Chapman when you need him?  Calling John Hinckley and any other willing assassin!!  Let's make it the Fab 0 for the betterment of humanity.

At least tonight, our Pickle will return and grace us with her country charms.  Kellie Pickler is no Heather Mills or Hillary Clinton or Silda Wall Spitzer.  She is a true American who represents the best of the heartland.  Let's hope that Hollywood doesn't despoil her as they did last season in that Tragic Transformation which took the girl who gave us a "ballsy" and "Sal-o-man" along with Puck and Pickle and turned her into a Shore Whore like Eliot's $4,400 ho.

The show started with Amanda who quipped that Hollywood is a lot better than performing on a flat bed truck, but despite referring to her main street-like background, she sings a song like Back in the U.S.S.R.  How dare she?  Did she know what she did?  It was a tragic mistake and at best a 6.5/10 performance.  As for her use of eye liner, my junior blogger sarcastically noted that "Oh, yes, never leave the house without eyeliner."  The judges gave her mixed reviews and she defended herself by saying that people will buy tickets to see the real Amanda, but Simon brutally knocked her down when he said "You're tickets aren't on sale yet."  With her sleeveless shirt and broad shoulders, Ms. Overmyer probably won't fit in at the next Junior League cotillion, but I'd be surprised if she doesn't last another week.  After all, America may like a tough as nails rocker chick with arms that could choke an Anaconda to death.

Unfortunately for Ava Braun, she was just not good enough to merit another week and she is at serious risk of leaving.  I will give her props for looking softer and less like the daughter of the Grand Dragon of the KKK last night.  But, then in an effort to humanize her monsterous carelessness, she shows a picture of the horse she sold to get to Hollywood.  More importantly, who the hell would name their dog Autumn?  She's the one who might get a spread in Penthouse, not her doggy.  Her rendition of You've Got to Hide Your Level Ways was a 6.5/10 and not good enough to redeem her in my opinion, but she should thank the Mail Order Bride for closing out the show and sucking even worse with a 5.5/10 rendition of I Should Have Known Better.

Imagine coming on stage in Hollywood dressed like a human bowling pin and providing us with an off-pitch performance that was absolutely horrible.  Ramiele better get back to posing in photos where other girls grab her breasts as America may dispense with her for that terrible performance that actually did make Isaac XL sound good on the harmonica.  Furthermore, she and her dirty habits better stay away from Sunshine.  I didn't like it one bit when the video showed her getting hugs from our G-rated Brooke White.  Mail Order Bride seemed to enjoy that a little too much and America won't stand for her defiling America's Nanny. 

As for Chikezie, I wanted to drown him in a Jacuzzi after he put on that over-the-top all over the place disaster of a mess which was off-key, boring and manic all at the same time.  He can't sing and belongs back on the Love Boat with his doppleganger.  His rendition of I've Just Seen a Face was a 5/10 and I hope he gets the boot as America can only take too much of a black man starting off with a pop-like melody and turning it into a country jamboree.  Back to LAX to Isaac XL , where he can strip search old ladies, while letting Islamofacists through with nothing but a pat on the back and easy access to slaughter thousands.  After all, doesn't America's innocents deserve to be slaughtered as suggested by Reverend Wright, the spiritual adviser to the racial healer and Schwarze Kennedy.

Not all was bad last night.  We did get treated to another master class performance by David Archuleta who giggled his way through all the lavish praise he received for his 9.5/10 performance of the Long and Winding Road.  He found his niche and did himself proud, but I wonder if his improvement over last week had something to do with his stage Dad who makes Joan Crawford look like the Mother of the Year.  Indeed, Giggle's Dad has been pushing this poor guy and I'm afraid he may end up like Dana Plato if he's not given the freedom to be a boy.

Everyone hates a stage parent as well as a dried up Aussie who thinks invoking a dead friend will somehow save himself from America's wrath.  What a dreadful rendition of A Day in a Life which rates at 6.8/10.

Indeed, Outback Idol, Michael Johns, dressed in monochromatic black like Seacrest, but he has nowhere near Seacrest's panache.  Furthermore, I am sick and tired about hearing about all these dead Australians.  What is going on down under with all these young lives cut short.  First Heath Ledger and now Michael Johns' friend dies.  How convenient, but America isn't that stupid.  New Yorkers might be when they elected the carpet-bagging ho to the Senate and a sanctimonious whore lover Eliot to the Governor's office, but America can see through this maudlin bullshit about a dead friend.  I can't believe Simon let that go and didn't call him on it like he did last year when someone tried such a tasteless gimmick to gain sympathy.

Instead, Simon and all the judges piled on Sunshine for her 9/10 rendition of Here Comes the Sun.  I will admit it was not as good as last week, but she blew America away with her sweetness and light.  Dressed in yellow awkwardly dancing, she truly captures all that is good about the child care industry.  Fuck Mary Poppins!! It is Brooke White who they should write fairy tales about.  I was outraged and disgusted by the judges unfair attacks on her, particularly Randy, the racist.  I'm sorry his size 13 shoes that Ryan likes to boast about couldn't attract a blond mistress.  Sorry Randy, you are no O.J. and America hates a racist who savagely attacks a beautiful and angelic girl who gave me chills once again with her pure and lovely essence.   Go listen to Reverend Wright and leave this competition if the best you can do is pimp crappy Chekezie and boring Syesha.

Although Ms. Mercado provided a 8/10 performance of Yesterday, she didn't make any emotional connection with that performance.  As for Jason Castro's rendition of Michelle, it was at best a 6.8/10.  At first, I thought he was weird, but now he just comes off as beyond stupid with all is incoherent babble about how he thought "belle" was English, rather than French.  Give me a break and cut off those dreadlocks and stop dancing on stage like you're doing a polka dance as noted by Paula.  Absolutely absurd!!

As for Irish Carly playing the victim with Blackbird, that wasn't appreciated one bit.  Poor baby.  She had a two million dollar record deal and blew it.  She gets another chance on Idol along with American citizenship, yet she is somehow like a bird with a broken wing.  She should be thanking her lucky stars for all the good fortune she has had, not to mention being married to a man with a permanent Halloween mask.  My guess is he'll be the first to go when Carly gets another record deal. Despite her playing the victim card, her vocals were an 8.5/10, but she lacks emotional conviction when she sings.  Perhaps, I might have been too distracted by the Grandma blouse she wore.  What was she thinking?  The ruffled, flowered collar just didn't go with the tattoo running down her arm.  Furthermore, the 7 she got tattooed on her finger was not what America wanted to see. Instead of breaking her wing, someone might consider doing such to her despoiled finger.

Simon correctly noted what a dreadful song choice Blackbird was as well as noting how smug David Cook looked after his 9/10 performance of Day Tripper.  I think he did his thing last night and he nicely played the guitar, but then had to show off with the voice box, which wasn't that impressive.  Who does he think he is?  Trach boy Anthony Federov.  Leave the fancy styling to Isaac XL and stick to playing guitar.  However, Greasy did put out another strong performance this week.

Tonight, this dreadful reign of the Beatles will come to an end with another visit from our Pickle.  She is America's country girl who would never sell her horse for fame.  Instead, her father would try to sell off her belongings on Ebay after she made it to the big time in Season 5.

Let's hope this will put an end to forcing these hopefuls to perform from the corrupted and putrid Manson inspiring song book of those who inspired the self-indulgent narcissists of the baby boom generation to roll around in the mud naked at Woodstock. We demand and deserve a more perfect Idol free of the divisions of the past and looking forward to a future of endless possibilities without tattooed fingers and dead friends

Until then,

Maniac - - out

The Idol - The Stripper Got Stripped

Last night, as we gathered around our TVs to catch the first of the top 12 to go, traders on Wall Street were popping champaign corks about the well deserved demise of Mr. Clean, Former Governor Eliot Spitzer. More details leaked out about Kristen, the girl he was shtooping for $4,400.  She is a few years older than one of his daughters at 22 and came from a broken home at the New Jersey shore.  Talk about slumming.  You had to figure that New Jersey, the home of the original NJ Slut, Antonella Barba, would some how play a role in Spitzer's dirty little habit.

What a financial genius he must be!  If he really wanted a Shore Whore, he could have found one for free since they're a dime a dozen in the Garden State.  I guess after Silda, Eliot had lost all his wits when it came time finding low-down hos. For those more interested in Spitzer's call girl, check out Ashley Alexander Dupre's my space page (http://www.myspace.com/ninavenetta), which sadly neglects to mention that she was sexually exploited by a man who cracked down on whore houses when he was New York State Attorney General.  I guess hell hath no fury than Eliot when an escort service doesn't cut a mean discount for a cheap ass sanctimonious spoiled brat who left office in disgrace and can longer serve as one of Hillary's Super-delegates.  Cheer up Spitz!!  You could still be Vice President since Hillary seems to have penchant for picking dirt bags as male companions.  

Unfortunately, the Mafia Princess doesn't seem to be headed for another round as Vice President on a failed Presidential campaign.  Geraldine Ferraro, who was only selected as Mondale's Vice President because she was a woman, suggested that Obama wouldn't be in the same position he is today if he wasn't black.  What delicious irony from someone whose only claim to fame was being selected as a first female Vice President in a desperation move intended to thwart the Reagan landslide.  Of course, Clinton did nothing to fire her from the campaign after such a racist remark and Gerry ultimately resigned.  I guess she can get back to making a living off her husband's rental proceeds from pornographers.

This woman and her coke-dealing son is no Italian-American, despite her last name.  Her blood has been cleansed of anything resembling Italian once she decided to hitch her wagon to the dregs of society, i.e., the Democrat Party.  For those disgraced by this loser, we can take pride that Senator Joseph Bruno is now the Lieutenant Governor of the State of New York now that Spitz is out and will be spending his free time avoiding jail and disbarment.  But hope should not lost for those wanting to see Democrats lose 49 out of the 50 states again as they did with Fritz and Tits. Now that Dr. Kevorkian is out of prison, he has decided to run for Congress in Michigan.  Wouldn't it be special if he brought his special talents to Washington and eunthanized the Pelosi Congress?

America can act in mysterious ways and last night, we had a genuine Idol shocker when David Hernandez ended up in the bottom, a position I'm sure he has been in before when he worked at the "Pizza Bistro."  Ryan took all night to let us know who the bottom three was and it wasn't any surprise that Syesha and Ava Braun, Kristy Lee Cook joined David.  I also wondered why we had to listen to them sing again since the second time around was even worse than the first. After Ava Braun did her manic country rendition, my junior blogger remarked " She practically made it her own.  She gets credit for bravery, but she gets no credit for being horrible."

Poor David.  He didn't stand a chance and he has no one to thank for his untimely demise other than Eliot Spitzer who has given the sex business a dirty name with his antics.  America loves a G-movie like Horton Hears a Who, even if it showcases someone as lame as Jim Carey.  But getting dollars stuffed in your G-string along with other more unseemly stuffings, as well as passing that off as a job as a server in a Pizza Bistro isn't going to fly.

As for Jim Carey, he once again annoyed the hell out of America last night with his elephant ears and manic temperament.  He even had the audacity to join the hopefuls on stage in an attention grabbing stunt.  Why doesn't he get back to Jenny McCartney and her failed career as a C-level celebrity.  Instead of dating some crazed comic fool who is one step away from a Section 8, Jenny should spend more time inflating her boobs since that is her only attribute.    Those two disgust America and you'd think Fox would find more respected celebrities to star in their movies.  Perhaps, Maryanne from Giligan's Island might want to make a comeback now that she has been arrested for marijuana possession. 

Along with Carey, Sanjaya was in the house last night along with his sister Shamyli.  With his mustache, I almost didn't recognize him until I realized it was a Dirty Sanchez, rather than actual facial hair.  It's too bad he didn't join Katherine McPhee on stage since it probably would have improve her putrid rendition of Something.  David Foster kicked ass when he was a mentor along with Andre Boccelli back in Season 5, but he obviously is slipping in his efforts to save Katherine's dying career.

By the way, did anyone find it ironic that Kat needs a middle-aged man to mentor her with singing?  I guess she can't stay away from the in-need of Viagra crowd as noted by the fact that she married someone old enough to be her grandfather.  As for the sparkly outfit, it was hiked so far up, America could almost see her business.  What a unmitigated hoochie momma!  My junior blogger remarked, " Now she thinks she is a prima donna.  To wear an outfit like that she needs to be an A-level celebrity."

On a higher note, the show started with a fantastic medley and the song selection helped our Idols shine.  However, I started feeling tremors of rage when Ryan left me with the impression that next week we would have to endure even more rubbish from the Marxist songbook of Lennon and McCartney.  Why not Barry Manilow night? Even Neal Diamond!!  Anything would be better than those toads from the across the pond. 

McCartney is such a sadist that he used to hide the prosthetic of his peg-legged gold digging estranged wife so that she couldn't get to the bathroom. Paul, like Spitzer, must aspire to be a fire hydrant since they appear to prefer golden showers. 

Idol is a family show and should not be showcasing music that inspired the Manson family to murder and kill.  The  overrated Beatles have Sharon Tate's blood on their hands, not to mention her baby, as a consequence of their unholy and murderous anthems. Fortunately, the medley was not besotted with a rendition of Helter Skelter, nor was the first Ford Commercial of the year, the Distance.

If I could figure how to do it, I would have put a question to the judges as to why they are going so gonzo over the dated tunes of the past.   However, I must note that it was nice touch that America is free to ask questions live this season.  Unfortunately, none of the questions were that penetrating and I would have preferred the following:

1)  Paula, is the reason you are wearing an aluminum foil jacket tonight is that you are getting more like those guys on the subway who think they can communicate with Mars?

2)  Simon, why don't you mud wrestle Ryan on stage as requested?  If David Hernandez can strut through the audience with cheesy dancing, you and Ryan should be able to express your love with a little skat play on stage?

Any other thoughts would be appreciated and far better than watching Jason Castro stumbling over a brain teaser like which judge would he want to be, not to mention the idiot who had been rejected six times in the auditions and still couldn't take no for an answer. 

We live in a political age and Idol cleverly captured the recent political campaign with the Ford commercial where the hopefuls mimicked those running for office.  It is too bad that this wasn't Season 5 as Mandisa's figure has an uncanny resemblance to Hillary Clinton's, while Kristy Lee Cook reminded me of a young Silda before she got a sexually transmitted disease from her skank banging ho loving sorry excuse of a human being husband.

The show ended with David Hernandez's shocking departure.  At least the blow was softened by Ruben's goodbye song, which I'm sure he will sing live at some point during the season.  He may weigh 500 pounds, but the Velvet teddy Bear still has a strong set of pipes.

As for David, he like Tranny Danny will surely get an invitation from the Fat Slob, Rosie O'Donnell, to appear on her cruise ship.  What an honor that would be be?  I'm sure it is every gay man's dream is to perform live before a group of pretend lesbians.  After all, if Rosie actually had a career, she wouldn't have to make up stories up her sexuality for free publicity.  What's okay for Anne Heche isn't necessarily so useful from the woman who got fired from the View for sounding stupider than Elizabeth Hassleback.

I hope I'm wrong about next week and we will not have to be subjected to the Beatles again.  Regardless, I will stand by this competition the same way desperate political wives stand by their husbands so that they can rule by proxy.  This week certainly provided the smut business community with some devastating blows with the demise of Eliot and David H.  Who knows what America has in store for us next week?  The possibilities are as exciting as the promise of this proud but humble nation. 

Until next week,

Maniac - - out

            

The Idol - The Top 12 Tackle Satantic Verses

Last night, a manic Ryan Seacrest greeted us with a brand new stage and look for this juggernaut of a competition.  From the way Ryan acted, I almost got the feeling that he must have dipped into Paula's stash.  Paula, on the other hand, was as lucid as she has ever been.  In some cases, she even provided insightful and meaningful commentary, which is a vast improvement over last week.  I guess with this new dramatic stage Paula decided to clean up her act as our Top 12 performed from the book of Lennon and McCartney, which was the first major problem of the night.  What is a show that is supposed to be celebrating the clean innocent fun of America's youth doing by ensnaring our young hopefuls in the sordid underbelly of the Pop World.

Lennon was a communist scum bag who deserved to be on J. Edgar Hoover's watch list, not to mention David Chapman's enemies list.  McCartney is a sanctimonious snot who had the bad judgment to marry a peg-legged gold digger without a prenuptial agreement.

Let's hope that poor Silda Wall Spitzer didn't sign such a document.  Then justice will surely be served to the Sheriff of Wall Street who used the money from his father's slum lord operations to buy himself into politics by attacking honorable business men on Wall Street with outlandish and trumped up charges, while he was paying tens of thousands of dollars degrading woman for his twisted carnal delights.

Mr. Richard Grasso and many other Italian Americans must be smiling now that this spoiled and corrupt hack is being exposed for the fraud that he always was.  Mr. Grasso came from nothing and rightly negotiated a sweet deal, yet somehow Spitzer thought he had the right to interfere in private commercial dealings, while he was laundering his own funds for repeated visits to high class call girls.

Of course, we hear the Left prattling on about how shocking this is and how painful this must be for poor Silda.  Who cares about that slut?  How is she any different from the call girls, except she now has a much bigger stake in Eliot's trust fund that is filled with his father's ill begotten gains from his shady real estate deals ?  She knew what she was married to and then stands by his side and encourages him to stay in office as reported after such a humiliation.

Today, these power grubbing animals are out of New York's State House and will be replaced by a Blind man.  Let's hope Senator Paterson has no relationship to the Blind Sheik, but I wouldn't be surprised if he did since the Democrat Party likes nothing better than to provide aid and comfort to the Islamofacists. 

I thought I had seen it all when McGreevey resigned as Governor of New Jersey and declared himself a gay American, even though he had been married twice and sired two children.  Now, the fucking steam roller Eliot is getting tossed from office after a disgraceful and rocky tenure as the Governor of New York.  It couldn't happen to a nicer person and let's hope he does the world a favor and does himself in.  That would be well deserved after the way he persecuted Italian-American business men and politicians.

A shout out to Senator Joseph Bruno who was also smeared and attacked by this corrupt and perverted hack.  At least Eliot had the smarts to get a 25% discount for the call girl service. Those negotiation skills may serve him well in prison where he will passed down the hallway like a pack of cigarettes and will perform actions that are far more "unsafe" than those the call girls had to perform with him.

Unlike Spitzer, Idol provides hope and joy to all those who care to tune in and last night, we once again were greeted to some fairly outstanding performances, despite the fact that our hopefuls where limited to singing from the song book of Marxist no-talent degenerates.  It's unfortunate that no one chose to sing Song Number 9 by the Beatles in honor of Client 9, but that did not seem to diminish some of the stronger hopefuls.

Unfortunately, Syesha Mercado sang Got To Get You Into My Life and didn't do the song justice.  It was off-key, cabaret and one of the weakest performances of the night at a 4.5/10.  Simon aptly noted how boring it was and she is in serious risk of going home.  Isaac XL, on the other hand, had an unexpected resurgence with his bizarre rendition of She's A Woman.  The judges loved it, but that may have had something to do with the fact that they seemed blitzed as the night progressed.  At best, he performed at a 6/10 level.  I hated the Appalachian beginning and thought he screamed through the performance in a disturbed and desperate manner.  He reminded me of Silda Wall Spitzer going through the Social Register and looking for a new husband.  That said, he may be safe for another week.

The Mail Order Bride also was less than impressive last night with a 5.5/10 performance of My Life that she dedicated to Tranny Danny in a touching Idol moment.  If Ramiele doesn't clean up her act, she will soon be returning to pouring soy sauce as that performance was not what this competition was about. 

Marley Au Lait sang If I Fell and played the guitar.  It was a good performance and I rate it at 7/10, but he needs to start changing this up or he will be headed back to Texas A&M where he can retake the music class that he failed.  I also was disturbed that he had a flower in his hair in the video before the performance.  Simon correctly noted that Jason reminded him of a "student in a bedroom at midnight" singing. 

Carly, on the other hand, had better hair tonight as well as powerful vocals on Come Together with an 8.5/10 performance.  However, she lacks emotion when she performs and I still can't bare to look at the sleeve.  This is American Idol; cover that goddamn monstrosity up and do a better job than Eliot did covering his repeated use of hookers.  Finally, if she misses Ireland so bad, what the hell is she doing on American Idol?  Saying that to an American audience was a dreadful faux pas.  Her place in this Shining City on the Hill could easily be replaced by Mexicans looking for landscaping opportunities.  I was also disgusted when Simon compared her to Kelly Clarkson.  How dare he!!  Carly has a long way go before she claim the mantle that Kelly started in Season 1.

David Cook cleaned up his comb-over and came out strong with a 7.5/10 rendition of Eleanor Rigby.  The judges seemed to love the performance, but I thought it started off slow, which undermined his artistry. He also looks greasy and rubbery like  a slippery, slimy New York Democrat who got hoisted by his own petard and will now be writing a tell all book about the Art of Negotiating Sweet Deals with Whores.  Eliot's slum lord Daddy must be bursting with pride as we were last night when Sunshine performed Let it Be.

Brooke White played at the piano and tugged at our heart strings with that powerful and emotional performance.  For the first time in a while, I got chills and was moved at the end when she cried before America.  She was a 9/10 last night and America will even forgive her for walking barefoot on stage.  Seacrest, on the other hand, should stay away from our hopefuls feet and stick to pretending he is straight.  Does anyone really believe he is dating Holly Huddleston from Sunset Tan as reported yesterday?  I bet the Producer are paying Holly a lot more than Eliot had to shell out for unprotected sex with hooker to keep that charade in the gossip columns.

Unlike Brooke, David Hernandez may soon have to return to stripping with that 7/10 rendition of I Saw Her Standing There.  He has a crooked nose and looked manic last night with that performance.  I also wanted to vomit when he quipped in his pre-performance video about his days as a server at a Pizza Bistro.  Yeah, right!  I think he forgot to mention how he got dollar bills stuffed up his rectum at a strip club.  If I were him, he should be careful about talking about his days as a "server."

Our biker nurse, Amanda Overmyer, delivered a strong performance along with home oxygen tanks.  Last night, she did a good job with You Can't Do That and I rate the performance at a 7.5/10.  However, she did slur all the words as Simon noted, but at least her striped pants nicely coordinated with her hair.  I also could not believe how Paula and Simon broke into another slap and tickle fight during their commentary.  This has to stop for the betterment of this competition.

Michael Johns, our Outback Idol, had one of his best performances last night with a 7.8/10 rendition of Across the Universe.  I can't believe I'm saying this, but I found myself agreeing with Paula and not understanding how Simon could have dissed that performance.  In my humble opinion, it was one of his best so far.

As for Ava Braun, she put on a contrived and ridiculous country performance of 8 Days A Week that at best rates as 6.8/10.  It was not as bad as the judges said, but it was certainly not of the caliber expected of this competition.  I'm afraid poor Kristy Lee Cook might be sent out to pasture to join the horse she sold off so that she could come to Hollywood and suck like rotten eggs.

Finally, when David Archuleta came on stage, it was apparent from the very beginning that this was not going to be a good night for him when he forgot the words to We Can Work It Out.  He has strong vocals and still gets a rating of 7.5/10, but he had a dramatic fall last night.  Should it surprise that songs written by Satanist would trip up a young and innocent hopeful like that?  Let's hope Giggles can recover next week or he might be crying all the way back to Utah.

Tonight, we get the results and I must sadly say that I'm not looking forward to seeing McPhee.  She basically married her grandfather and expects that America will appreciate that.  On the other hand, I'm hoping we get a medley and more infighting between Simon and Paula.

Until the results,

Maniac - - out

The Idol - America Gets It Right; The Top 12 Revealed

The Top 12 have been revealed and America once again displayed Buddha's wisdom, Jesus' compassion and Genghis Kahn's brutality with respect to those who assault our ear drums with vocals that are scarier than Jocelyn Wildenstein's latest plastic surgery (see picture on below).  When America isn't disenfranchised and given the opportunity to freely express themselves in a system that is not designed like a Soviet-style bread line like the Democrat Party Primary system, we often make the right decisions, as we did last night on Idol and in 7 out of 10 Presidential elections, including when Ronald Wilson Reagan was elected as well as the sadly overlooked Richard Milhouse Nixon who was thrown out of office in a Left-wing coup d'etat.

Unlike the Clinton crime family, President Nixon's only sin was to protect the loyal soldiers who served him.  He may have needed a pardon, but he didn't dispense them in exchange for cash and then block the release of papers explaining the rationale for doing so as President Pudge just did.  Furthermore, he gave Dick Cheney a quick start to his political career and for that we are forever grateful and Thankful, as noted in Kelly Clarkson's classic hit.  I'm sure she had Dick in mind when singing that song and he may have even heard it on his Satellite Radio from his undisclosed location.

Unlike our trigger happy, foul-mouthed Vice President, Hillary Clinton was rightly accused of being a monster as noted by an Obama staffer, who quickly retracted the statement for fear of ending up with a bloodless bullet hole in her head like Vince Foster.  In response to Obama's lame attempts to demonize the nomination stealing Clinton, Howard Wolfson compared Obama to Ken Starr.

If Obama had any balls, he should have replied by suggesting that instead of treating the Clintons with kit gloves, Ken Starr should have jailed their asses with all their other corrupt cronies like Webster Hubbell, the McDougall's, Jim Guy Tucker, David Hale and all the other Mafioso who were responsible for their thuggery.  Who could forget all the Chinese agents who fled the country after the 1996 campaign finance scandal?  Instead of investigating those high crimes, Janet Reno covered them up and shook and rolled her way into killing more innocents via Waco and Ruby Ridge. The Wildebeest's nefarious dealings left thousands of children dead in the baby-killing factories they financed in the efforts to make abortion safe and rare.

Idol, unlike those MONSTERS, keeps hope alive and last night, we had a most exciting results show where the Top 12 were revealed.  However, when Ryan pointed out the 12 steel chairs where the hopefuls sat, I wondered why the Producers couldn't provide more luxurious accommodations for these kids.  I realize some came with pre-padded asses, but this year's crop of finalist are some of the most toned we have had in years, not to mention talented. 

Perhaps that might explain why when Blake Lewis appeared on stage performing How Many Words, I was unimpressed.  The satin suit and Daughtry-like side burns did nothing for that uninspiring performance.  It almost made Paula's top-hat seem impressive, but we know better than that.  Ryan did all he could to redeem her, but as if we care that her new track is #1 on itunes.  Who could begrudge Simon who couldn't bring himself to congratulate her?

Rather than applause, she needs a spot on Celebrity Rehab. People love a good train wreck and they are only following her computer enhanced vocals for a laugh.  Can you blame anybody for that?  Paula was once again loopier than a turtle on speed with her frenzied dancing and balling last night.  As for Blake, he disappointed America with that dreadful performance and I don't care how many Hollywood hot-spots he shows up at with Haley Scarnato.  The satin suit was a dead giveaway. Why not a medley instead of the beat-boxing from Hell?

Ryan then started with the results and things looked promising when David Cook, Giggles and Jason Castro were invited over to park themselves on those cold metal seats.  By the way, did anyone notice Marley Au Lait's hot entourage?  I guess his dreadlocks aren't the only thing he has in common with African-Americans.  However, my junior blogger just called them "sluts."  Ryan then broke to a commercial without sending anyone home and I was pissed.  My junior blogger, the compassionate conservative that she is, broke in and said, "You should be grateful for commercials.  There is no American Idol without them; without American Idol, you couldn't be mean."

After the break, Ryan got to the girls and Sunshine (Brooke White) and Mini Mouse (Syesha Mercado) were safe, while Kady was kicked to the curb, which was no great shock.  She handled it gracefully and sucked even worse as she sung us out for the last time, but that didn't stop the hopefuls from crying.  My junior blogger cackled at all the false emotion and quipped, "Oh my God, the gay is crying again."  Poor Tranny Danny.  His swan song arrived as well, but not before Ryan declared the Stripper and Outback Idol safe and send Luke Menard packing.   

As for Kady, we will miss her ample cleavage, but the outfit she had on last night made her look like she was lactating, which was a little too much for America to handle.  When Luke sung us out, he didn't get the same tearful goodbye from the others.  I guess no one loves a carpet cleaner, but my junior blogger noted that "They only cry when he sings."

Farewell Luke, but unlike Paula, I don't think this is just the beginning for you.  It is the absolute end and you better get those orange overalls out and start working on all those dog pee stains on America's carpets.  He might want to start his first job with Ava Braun's (Kristy Lee Cook) house since I'm sure she is still leaving her mark when she reverts to that 7-year old girl who always wanted to be a dog.  I guess we can't blame her for all the identity issues.  If you looked in the mirror and saw a tongue as red as that, you might start baying at the moon.

The final two hopefuls to get the boot were also dramatic and I almost thought that Ava would be out in an Idol shocker, but America likes a dog imitator better than a bad Whitney Houston impersonator.  Simon quipped that it didn't really matter which one left, but I was happy since I'd rather see cold-hearted Kristy who sold off her horse for fame than someone who exploited her father's death in exchange for America's vote.

Didn't Asia'H learn anything from John Edwards joke of a Presidential campaign?  He couldn't even make a dent by using his dead son and his wife's made-up cancer diagnosis.  But when you are up against a monster like the Wildebeest, who can stand a chance?  After all, Hillary would even kill Chelsea, rather than pimping her out, if she thought it might help her steal the Democrat Party nomination from Senator Obama

Finally, Ryan put Isaac XL and Tranny Danny center stage and almost had me gleeful at the prospect that Isaac would be out, but no such luck.  The water works flowed once again as Danny Noreiga butchered Tainted Love, while the Stripper (David Hernandez) danced like there was no tomorrow.  I almost expected people to start throwing dollar bills at him, but instead we got to see Paula breakdown again, not to mention the Mail Order Bride, in what is becoming an all too often phenomenon on this show.

In the end, America got it right with these results, and the judges did a good job of selecting some promising talent for Season 7.  However, Paula needs to be stopped NOW and I implore all to petition the show to have her removed.  Ryan did all he could to shut her up, but she just can't help herself and it is becoming a real problem.

This show has always centered around Simon Cowell and no one cares what she has to say.  Why doesn't she get back as Arsenio Hall's beard and leave this show to a better mind like Carney Wilson? Carol Burnett would even make a better a judge than her, not to mention Whitney Houston.

Until next week,

Maniac - - out    

The Idol - Top 8 Girls Blow the 80's

Tonight, this competition will provide us with the clarity America demands and needs.  The Top 12 hopefuls will be revealed.  This decision was left to America as it should.  There are no super-delegates that will override the voter's will.  More importantly, there will be no cheating and skirting of the rules in order to steal a victory via the nefarious machinations of the Clinton crime family.  Unlike the Democrat Party, America can make a decision and stick to it.

Yesterday, in the wake of the sort of revival of Hillary Clinton, Dick Cheney emerged from his underground bunker like a ground hog and let out a huge belly laugh that shook the foundations of the Pelosi-dominated U.S. Capital and told a few Democrat Senators to fuck off before once again descending to his cave.  It is clear the fighting amongst the Left will continue mindlessly and endlessly for more months as the expense of party unity.  Dick was sure he would return to Haliburton after the 2008 elections, but now he is feeling so confident he started loading his hunting rifle with the glee of Paula Abdul on pain killers.

The Wildebeest shares Dick's confidence and suggested yesterday that she would consider Obama as her Vice President even though she is behind in delegates and the popular votes and it is mathematically impossible for her to catch up.  What a presumptuous scourge upon humanity!  Why would anyone want to be a third wheel in that dysfunctional nightmare of a family?  Look what happened to Al Gore who earlier assumed that role and is now stomping across the globe leaving a carbon footprint like that of Sasquatch.  A shout out is clearly in order for John Coleman, founder of the Weather Channel, who threatened to sue the Noble Prize Winner for fraud the other day. 

Almost as fraudulent as Al Gore and as presumptuous as the Wildebeest are those who think that America wants to hear another B-level imitation of Whitney Houston.  Did any of these hopefuls watch prior episodes of this competition and watch many fall by the way side after such a feat?  Apparently not as indicated by Asia'H Epperson's rendition of I Wanna Dance With Somebody.  My junior blogger thought she "needed to hit the lower notes" better, but that was a generous assessment.

I'm flummoxed that both Randy and Paula thought that at best 5/10 performance was hot.  This girl is in serious risk of going home, except that there were so many other bad performances, she may stay another weak to regale us with stories about her father's death, while adorning herself in high-waisted pants intended for 70-year old retirees at the early-bird special.  She even had the temerity to sass Simon when he told her she was a second-rate Whitney. 

Poor Bobby Christina!  At least Whitney Houston didn't leave her child in a tub to almost drown the way 25-year old mother Shiela Brooks did with her infants since she was too distracted watching Idol.  Idol should not be an excuse to ignore your children or to kill them.  That's what Democrats do.

I have to admit that Whitney has made a contribution to our cultural lexicon.  If it wasn't for her, America would have never been able to figure out that crack is whack and intended for the poor.  Does anyone think Paula's unhinged antics last night had anything to do with such a low-class drug? Paula's dancing was so drug- infused, it reminded me of listening to Jefferson Starship on L.S.D. Not only that, she could barely utter a sentence and continued to interrupt Simon with her mindless gibberish.  The time has come for America to stage an intervention on behalf of our plasticine earth mother before it is too late.

For Kady Malloy, it is already too late and she will be out tonight with her 6/10 performance.  Her song choice of Who Wants to Live Forever was a big mistake, but she gets props for the push-up bra and purple shirt, which highlighted her ample cleavage.  If one blond had to stay, I wish it would be her, rather than the cold Kristy Lee Cook, who once again shocked America with her overly red tongue that made her look rabid.  No wonder she pretended to be a dog at age 7.  Was she chewing on a dog bone before she came out and performed that dreadful song Faithfully by Journey?  Both my junior blogger and I jumped out of our skin by the tongue, not to mention her Ava Braun-like demeanor.  She truly is the Cindy McCain of this competition.  But I'm afraid she will make it to the Top 12 with her 6.5/10 performance, despite her canine identity issues.

Amanda, on the other hand, had a comeback last night with a 7/10 performance of Hate Myself for Loving You.  This girl not only burned down her pool in the backyard of her trailer home, but she did her thing last night and was well received by the judges.  However, with all the scarves she had on, she reminded me of a more manly Steven Tyler.  The last thing America needs is someone like that.  Just the image of that scrawny, drugged-out in love with Joe Perry loser makes me wretch and demand that someone shoot him up with an overdose. 

Our Gaelic Ghoul really did herself proud last night with tremendous vocals on I Drove All Night.  But why does her mom, who flew over from Ireland, look so hot, while she looks like a washed out version of the Night of the Living Dead?  The tattoo is also off-putting and she needs to loose some weight.  Should it surprise us that she got stuck in a railing while talking to a friend on a break?  Although I agreed with Simon that her song choice was off, the overall performance was an 8/10 and one of the best of the night. Yet, once again the stylists failed Carly Smithson as she also wore these hideous high-waisted pants intended for an older woman like Zsa Zsa Gabor. 

The Mail Order Bride followed Carly with a dreadful rendition of Against All Odds, which puts her at serious risk of being off this week.  Her performance at best was a 5.8/10 and you could tell she was in trouble when Paula started off her critique by saying she has a "beautiful face" and "many textures."   After all these years of watching Idol, I now understand Paula-speak and that definitely meant she sucked ass.

We also learned that Ramiele and Tranny Danny are best friends and for a moment the cameras highlighted he/she waving at her with glasses that made him/her look like a blind librarian.  My junior blogger noted that "the gay is her brother," but I explained that the Mail Order Bride is merely serving as Danny's beard, which is about as believable as that performance.  Perhaps, both she and Danny will be gone this week.  Danny can then return to the at-risk school, Sierra High School, he attended due to his multiple issues and rub it in everyone's face at how far he's come from the days when he was sicking Santa Clause on mothers across America.

I never thought I would say this, but I'm smitten by Sunshine and thought her performance was the best of night with an 8.5/10 performance.  Brooke White took a Pat Benetar song, Love is a Battlefield, and made it her own in the same manner David Cook transformed Hello the other night.  Unlike the arrogant David Cook, Brooke doesn't pick on the hopefuls as David does.  It's too bad David Archuleta can sing him into oblivion, but Cook better watch his step if he thinks America will put up with jealous taunting of this young idealist, which he has apparently been doing off camera.  America hates a bully, particularly a rubbery one who thinks he can masquerade as the next Chris Daughtry.

The show concluded as it started with another Whitney Houston imitation by Syesha Mercado, but it was certainly better than Asia'H's with a rating of 6.5/10.  Saving All My Love for You is another tired song that is more overused than the syringes Whitney used to fill herself with drugs.  On the other hand, Syesha is telegenic and has a good voice.  Thus, I hope America keeps her around so that we can listen to her baby-talking imitations once again.

Overall, the girls performed tepidly last night and I was disappointed that they didn't step up the game, not to mention Paula's antics and the Whitney Houston songs.  In the end, I predict that both Kady and Asia'H will be out, but Ramiele and Syesha may be at risk as well.

Until tonight,

Maniac - -out    

 

The Idol - Scandal Overshadows the Top 8 Males

Last night as our hopefuls tackled odes from the decade of Dynasty, Dallas, an economic renaissance, peace through strength and the collapse of the Evil Empire, Satan emerged from the political graveyard and captured the big prizes of Ohio and Texas, not to mention that juggernaut of a state, Rhode Island.  Senator Obama has had three chances to knock her out after Iowa, South Carolina and last night, yet he has failed to cinch the deal.  Why is that?

Perhaps, the Democrat Party is so enraptured by the odious charms of the Clinton crime family they can't embrace a fresher face without cottage cheese thighs.  After all, if you had a choice between impeached, furniture stealing, murderous, sexually harassing scum over an uppity Negro, the obvious choice is the candidate who champions the all-you-can eat buffet at Stuckey's.  Who could resist Hillary's thunder-thighs?  Obviously not the core underbelly of the Democrat Party who earlier in time founded the KKK.

As the contest lingers on, McCain stares at his dentures by his bedside, doesn't even bother to pop the Viagra samples Bob Dole gave him and provides Cindy the time of her life.  If there is one thing that is always a constant in each Presidential election is how stupid the Democrats are as they choose from a meager talent pool that gave us the likes of George McGovern, Jimmy Carter, Walter Mondale, Michael Dukakis and John Kerry, not to mention President Pudge and his even pudgier Vice President.

By the way, last year the average temperatures around the globe dropped and the Arctic ice has revived.  Perhaps now that Gore has decided to cut back on his carbon foot print by driving hybrids and making his energy sucking estate in Tennessee less consumptive, the environment has been saved.  A more likely explanation is that Global Warming is nothing but a Left-wing hoax designed by those looking to seize control of our economy by unnecessary regulations while they profit at the hands of idiots in places in Ohio who still can't get a hold of the fact that Clinton was a sleazy scumbag and a lousy President.

Unlike the Democrat Party, American Idol is a family show and this is a family site, but every now and then, it is necessary to expose the sordid underbelly that young hopefuls have to resort to in order to grasp that brass ring offered by Hollywood tempters.  Once again, this humble little singing competition is engulfed by a slew of scandals. 

Most notably, David Hernandez worked as a gay stripper at Dick's Cabaret in Phoenix and racy photos of Ramiele Malubay, the mail order bride, are floating around the Internet along with Danny Noreiga's disturbing profanity-laced video.

Last night on the show, Ryan and the hopefuls remained mute about these salacious developments while America demands an explanation.  This competition can't survive through stone-walling and cover-ups.

Instead of mea culpas, all we got was a dreadful performance of Wake Me Up Before You Go Go by Luke Menard as the show opener.  What does he mean that his most embarrassing moment was when his older sister dressed him up like a Ballerina?  I think choosing a Wham song and making it sound even worse than the original was a far more humiliating moment as noted by Simon who found the performance "girly".  Perhaps, David Hernandez could have pulled that off better accompanied by some poll dancing, but Luke has no chance of making the final cut and should be gone this week.  Imagine choosing a George Michael song!  America has had enough of that pot-smoking bathroom sex seeking lazy manly man who hasn't produced anything worth listening to in years. Even the Bloated Brit Buggerer, Elton, dissed George after his years of sloth.

David Archuleta, on the other hand, made America proud last night by playing the piano and taking on Another Day in Paradise.  I didn't like the song, but the vocals were excellent and his idealism is inspirational.  He noted that the song choice had to do with his empathy for the homeless and in his video mentioned a charity trip to Honduras.  In the tradition of Idol Gives Back and self-help, this 17-year old is not afraid to lend a helping hand to the less fortunate.  However, if Giggles really wanted to help the homeless, he would kick them in the ass, spray them with a fire house and provide them with the help-wanted advertisements. 

After these first two performance, the Producers nicely placed the two scandal-plagued hopefuls, David Hernandez and Danny Noreiga, in the middle of the show so as to down-play the stories brewing about them.  I guess they thought they would closet the gays and hope nobody would notice.  America truly believes that there is not anything wrong with that, but with purple streaks in his flowing locks, Danny gave Paula a run for the money in the hair department.  But his performance of Tainted Love was even more depressing than his fagulous video where he sings his own Christmas Carol.  However, I don't think that America will appreciate a hopeful saying "I hope Santa Clause rapes your fucking mother." 

Clearly, Danny Noriega is a disturbed and twisted boy. When he appeared on stage, my junior blogger declared "he's a girl; he's a girl."   Neither did we know the depraved mind that lurks behind his cleaned-up image. After his performance of Tainted Love, he is a prime candidate to be set to the curb.  Simon once again captured that dreadful performance as "absolutely useless," but Danny just shrugged his shoulders and said "whatever.  Frankly, I am surprised he didn't tell Simon that he hopes Randy rapes his fucking mother, but I guess he decided it was all TMTH.  As for his most embarrassing moment, I think he forget to mention the video and stuck to this lame story about how he tripped in a movie theater onto a potential flame. 

David Hernandez also remained silent about his career as a stripper and instead decided to show off his ugly pointed shoes after his performance of It's All Come Back to Me.  What an ironic song choice, but that didn't seem to stop David from having a fairly strong performance that was well-received by the judges.  However, throughout I winced at the the prospect that he might pull off his pants and revert to old habits.  Even worse, he might again fail wipe away a huge booger sticking out of his nose.  Why is it that Frenchie Davis can't talk dirty over the phone, but it's okay for David to lap dance for gentlemen callers?  Have the standards of this competition fallen to such a low level? 

The Producers quickly cut to a commercial break and returned with Michael Johns, rather than David Cook due to technical problems related to his electric guitar.  Outback Idol sang Don't You Forget About Me and reminded America of Molly Ringwald and Anthony Michael Hall, which was clearly a mistake.  The last thing America needs to be reminded of is the Breakfast Club and it almost made me happy that Outback was beaten to a bloody pulp at a Rugby Game after dressing like a Kangaroo.  It would have almost been funny if he was not so boring. 

After that uninspiring performance, I cringed when David Cook started with a Lionel Richie song, Hello, but as he got into it, I had to agree with Simon that it was a brilliant and brave song choice.  He truly made that song his own in the tradition of this competition and provided America with a tolerable way to listen to crap from the guy who raised Nicole Richie.  After the performance, Simon noted that he ran into Lionel at Whole Foods, who was buying cereal.  I sure hope Simon told him to slap some sense into that tramp of a daughter.  I guess the Hollywood Elites really do live a simple live since they do their own grocery shopping at trendy eco-grocery stores with overpriced produce, while the rest of America goes to Costco.   

  Marley Au Lait, Jason Casto, upped the game even further with an emotional and powerful rendition of Hallelujah.  The vocals were outstanding and Jason showed a remarkable improvement from last week's hellish performance. But wouldn't it have been nice if he had pulled off all those dreadful dreadlocks?  They look dirty and America prefers a clean hopeful.  That said, Marley should make it to the top 6.

I am glad to say that I can't say the same for Isaac XL who sang All the Woman I Need.   No wonder he ended up using the ladies room in High School without realizing it. At least he was humble last night as opposed to his usual disrespectful antics.  My guess is after last week, his Momma whooped his old fashioned pitchy ass sideways to Sundays.  He should be thanking his lucky stars that he had Danny and Luke screw up even worse than he did or else he would be in serious risk of being sent home.  Randy can pimp him all he wants, but Simon rules the day with respect to the hearts and minds of America.

Tonight the girls will perform and on Thursday, Mr. Blake Lewis will have a special performance for us and the final 12 will be revealed.  As for the boys, it seems clear that Luke and and the pysco Christmas Caroler should be out.  But in this competition, anything can happen and America may rear its morally judgmental head in David Hernandez's direction for cheapening and debasing himself in a seedy strip club in Phoenix, Arizona.

Maniac - - out