This is America's Idol?

Well it is yet another gripping season of the Superbowl for Teeny Bopper's show called American Idol, and lets face it, the painful truth that a lot of people try to sweep under grandmother's rug is that they have watched it at least once. Throughout the years we have begun to attach ourselves onto millions of desperate lads and lasses attempting to capture superstar status. Many viewers around the world are strangely injected with emotional stress as they follow the dreams of a few lucky contestants. However, this giant phenomenon that has mindless American's biting on the old rusty fish hook are beginning to resist the full reel in. In my heart of hearts, I have not been able to comprehend that the entertainment industry, which many have said is the most difficult wall to breach, is actually the industry that if Hollywood disappeared like our shrinking paychecks after taxes, the entire human race would continue to go forward. In short, Hollywood is the most coveted, most desired, most glamorous industry, and yet it is the most useless of them all. In the old days when mighty kings ruled the earth, when my Dad was a teenager, the entertainers were at the bottom of the totem pole and were even executed if the entertainer was a bomb. (I guess Megan Fox wouldn't live to see 24)

But shifting back to the American Idol topic, I began to view my favorite part of the season, the auditions. There are only five short words stored within my wandering mind that could sum up my expertise opinion of the show in 2010, I AM SICK OF IT! New comer Idol judge Kara Dioguardi simplifies the definition of why Hollywood Executives brilliant ideas cause a show to tank. Kara Dioguardi is a freakin winner! Her pompous attitude blended with bitter jealousy of good looking female contestants equals depleted ratings and a show that will be axed harder than the victims in Friday the 13th. Dioguardi's presence on my dusty 70's television resembles a painful nerve in an open tooth cavity. Now I officially nominate Fox Network to be awarded the eighth wonder of the world as the suits surrounding the unwise adjustments of the Network scheme up another way to lose ratings.

The Uncompromisable Truth is the once high rated television show is getting more flat than Shasta Cola. The tiresome contestants who are Beyonce and Mariah clones, with voices resembling those who are victims of electrical shock, are even too typical for the average dullard. Guest stars like Jennifer Lopez attempting to teach aspiring young artists how to hit the right notes is about a degradable as me teaching Michael Jordan how to successfully shoot hoops. The show has become an advertising whore, allowing failing acts of entertainment to plug their products. The course of the show the last two seasons have become more predictable than the weather in Hawaii. I could debate within my mind that this could be different or that could be changed, but I have concluded that this show has contracted a deadly virus in which there is no cure. If I could only be heard by the five hundred brainstorming creative directors of Fox Network I would suggest one last request: Take the show, tuck it in tightly under the covers, turn off the lights and kiss it good night, its time to put American Idol to bed. And that, my friends, is The Uncompromisable Truth.