Wednesday, March 01, 2006


No, this isn't about the Dublin riots, or the CVS replacement. It's not about my small but not yet quashed suspicion that John Ferguson Jr. is a secret Montreal Canadiens sleeper agent programmed by his dad.

It's about the steaming pile of excrement known as American Idol. There were many protestations from "her indoors" during the version for grown-ups (Rock Star:INXS) that she'd never watch the teenybopper crap produced by the same people that bring you Faux News, yet here we are again and American Idol's on telly, Paula Abdul's still a pandering fool and Randy Jackson still can't speak English.

The least I can do is promote the efforts of those who would subvert it.
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