Well, the finalists are here. And, being the AI basher I am, I thought you all would love to know how much I hate a few of the finalists. Yes, I hate them already. Don’t want to hear what I have to say? Why the hell are you here, this is a blog for God’s sake!
- Anthony Fedorov – Say hello to the new Clay Aiken. He’s skinny, dorky and wears glasses. He’ll go far, why I don’t know.
- Mikalah Gordon – Holy crap who the hell is this walking pile of cheerleader? From what I can tell she’s pretty much the pinnacle of every high school age girl’s hatred of what is so wrong with high school life today. Also, how many 16 year olds do you know that have a tattoo, what appears to be collagen filled lips and says that now that she’s going to Hollywood she can buy her mom those boobs she’s been wanting. If they had a phone line you could call in to specifically vote against a person I’d buy a Cingular 5-person family plan to power vote against this walking ball of hot air.
- Scott Savol – He’s a big man with a big voice. I like him for a couple of reasons. One, he’s got a great voice and, two, he’s not here to be cute and be a team player. He knows this is a competition and wants to win, however, that usually doesn’t translate well come voting time.
It’s also interesting that eight of the final 24 finalists are over the age of 25. If the prime demographic looked more like me rather than a 14 year old girl chewing bubble gum we might actually have a winner who wasn’t a complete idiot.