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September 5, 2002

justin scared me

justin scared me

Mostly it was his blond highlighted afro. But it's always nice to see footage of a brother dancing and singing at a bar mitzvah in Pennsylvania. Mahzel tov, bro from someone who has black roots and is Jewish by injection.

But you know, Justin gave us all a perfect lesson in good-losermanship. His happiness for Kelly didn't seem the least bit feigned. Justin is a good kid. His folks raised him right. They clearly taught him the Survivor rule of thumb, "even if you lose slim you still win." Look at Colleen Haskell. I also have to give props to Kelly for not changing her name to Kelli or Kehliey or kelllei just because she's on teevee. Good girl.

On an even happier note, I am pleased to announce that the Fox network would have and still could have a better rated show if they showed ONLY the folks who didn't make it.

Personally, when they wasted our time for a half hour tonight I didn't see much difference between the "worst audition" they heard in Miami and what we saw on the early editions of the "American Idol." The so called bad singers were still far more interesting than watching a bunch of "choosen" teeny boppers in a "we all love each other even though we'd like to slit each other's throats with our sharp pinkie fingernail" group sing.

You know, whenever I watch a group of people singing together all I can think of is, "damn the bad breath emitted from that group of jaybirds could wipe out all of Iraq in one fall swoop."

Maybe someone should talk to Condie Rice. Oh hell, I'm having coffee with her tomorrow anyway. I'll do it.

Bad breath, teenage wanna-be-rock stars -- this is the future of our national security. But somehow, I think if we could force al Qaeda to watch this tripe live 24/7 they would suddenly surrender. Jihad would become a minor priority compared to escaping the torture. Those f*ing bastards deserve it. The American public endured it afterall.

But that's just me talking crazy. Yay Kelly. And here's a gratuitous unrelated link to the Doc because I haven't mentioned how much I love him lately. He's my American Idol. And Mrs. Searls is my hero for roping him in. I sure hope there is a single Doc Searls in his mid thirties wandering around out there, otherwise I'll be single for life.

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