Hey, JEP, I love the poster.  Gawd, what a great picture of Johnny!  I’m getting about a thousand of ‘em to do a tile effect on the north wall of my bedroom.  I can’t thank you enough.

you are a funny guy!

Here’s a poster you can hang on your Johnny Wall.

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I could see this comparison coming back when Idol provided a forum for viewers to vote on the performers.

Art emulates life, and vice versa, in a synbiosis of participation.

Politics is no longer a spectator sport.

And it is a wonderful thing. 

The next generation will not be so quick to abdicate their democratic duties as ours was, Eugene, because of this very factor you mention here.  This may be the only enduring quality of the Bush tribulaton, that so many young people step into their democratic future with their eyes wide open.

They did not have to learn to distrust the spin machine, they do it by instinct.  And because they have been lied to so often, they have learned to smell the turd hiding ‘neath the blossom.

This new age of participatory politics was manifest from that public perception towards our pols, that there’s always a lie lurking under their half-truths and fickle framing.

I’m still chuckling about your “S.A.T” comment.

You’re hiding a great snarky guy in there, my friend, someday you should put away your patent comity and write a book of your best sarcasm.

You no doubt heard about the nuns who couldn’t vote in Indiana because they had no drivers’ licenses?

Heres a poem about them, thought you’d get a kick out of it…

Seven sisters went to vote,
In wholesome Indiana..

“Do You have Your Papers, girls.”
Mo Superior demanded

In spite of tears and pleading looks,
she had to tell them all,

“Sorry girls, it doesn’t matter, the rules are posted on the wall.”

And so they left the polling place,
nary a vote was made,

And went back to the convent,
to ponder what she’d said.

Hopefully now that all America is facing uncertainty and the prospect of financal colapse, and an uncertain future, things will be different.

There will be and end to shows in which, someone is selected for ritual public humilation and sacrifice before their peers.

It’s much easier to watch a sacrifice, when your not the one being sacrificed, but much harder to watch when there is very real possibility that it might happen to you.

Wouldn’t it be a gas to watch a group of contestents support each other by forming a revolutionary committee to over throw their oppresssors, and ritually sacrifice their humiliators?

I wonder how the Mad troika of judges on American Idol would feel about that?

Good Riddance!

If this is a worthy piece of news, then good riddance that this poisonous dose of American morphine is about to be out of circulation for the good of the public health. I cannot wait to hear the news of the total demise of the whore house of Fox Network. This whore house is the most striking example of what’s wrong with America.

Seven years ago, precisely because of all the evil crude chauvinism and venomous hateful propaganda spewed from the mouths (or rather rectums) of the most hated villains of our times, namely Bill O’Reilly,  Sean Hannity and Anne Cutler, I practically smashed my TV and I’ve been living without one since.

What’s an ‘American Idol’?

Or was that just a typo? Should it have been ‘American Idle’, to describe the minds of TV-pap(sp)(should be ‘poop’) viewers?

I loved “Idol.” I adored that the media, and the three gurus there would make it possible for me to get my next “STAR” and I wouldn’t have to think about which one I adored the most.

Then, with the election, I discovered my deep attraction to John McCain.  I didn’t need “Idol” anymore.  Alas, I had found my “Idol.”  I never watch it anymore because I don’t have the time.  You see, I’m decorating my bedroom in John McCain campaign memorabilia and buttons and flags and lapel pins and all kinds of stuff John McCain.  I’m in heaven.  Of course, I feel bad about “Idol.”  Who wouldn’t?  But, as they say, “Empires rise and fall.”  It can really mess you up if you get too attached to a thing and then, later on, it leaves you hanging out to dry, and then where are you?  Been there, done that.  I vowed I was never going to allow that to happen to me again.  And then, John came along.  I just know this will be different.  Change I can believe in.

Um, how about people’s dissatisfaction with the media, Eugene? This is the most comforting news I’ve read in weeks. The less people watch television, or at least less frequently, the better off everyone will be.

It’s a disgusting, debased and disturbing media where no comedy is actually funny and where everything plays its safe script of feel-good bullshit. Sorry, give me death, mayhem and let the bad guy win once in a while. Hell, kill the whole cast off every show. I hate manufactured commercial art.