Mitigating the effects of my idol

It has to be controlled. We have to re-negotiate the terms and reconfigure our systems. But, as you've seen for yourself on more than one single occasion, manipulating a machine that has defied its master for so long is no more simple that controlling your falanges when trembling from Parkinson's. Statistics (from somewhere) show that it's not as popular as it was even last year, but let me tell you, this post wasn't created because I had something to say about American Idol... intitially. But, because it's power is so pervasive, here I sit, on a Friday evening. Fuck. In fact, let me say in my defense that I don't even want to write about it. I write about American Idol to rid myself of my demons, nuch like that in-the-closet homosexual entering the ministry to "get right."

Here, even if I exorcise the demons, I won't be right and neither will you. It's gone too far. It's out of the hands of man! Wow, am I being overly dramatic. Anyway, the story is that presidential candidates, running in one of the most hotly contested democratic primaries of alltime (! - I've seen my share of this shit, now please somebody just fucking concede. I heard that the media chose the winner a long time ago anyway.) So, where does Paula Adbud fit in? That's a good question, really, simply considering what her or any of the other idol judges have done... ever. Nonetheless, she fits in alright, in being a part of the most influential construct ever known to the human and humanoid races. It turns out that candidates vie and pay the most for commercials during the idol. Decagon of decadence! If you can buy time during AI, you win! Drats! Even more important, and underhanded, is that showing commercials during this time slot is like exposing feeble minded children to candy piles. "Undecided" voters, better known as the people who look for a president who would likely make a good, solid casual friend, are mesmerized and hypnotized by Simon Cowell. They listen to everything their master says, and everything that's said in between his snarky phrases. Now, more than ever, we're really fucked. It's a sign of the times, the end times that is, and if the neo-prophets don't jump on this one, we have all the reason we need to burn down there fortresses and steal their scrolls... once and for all... may our souls be saved lest they decay and become muck piles waiting for the wild animal feast.

Don't stop believin'

Fiestawizard - gargoyle king and bear keeper (a melancholy nighttime chant)

Extra - I made this. Other's have done better - look for the Brokeback mountain or Big Lebowski themed versions.