And so Jason Castro true to form sings us Bob Marley, and proves he's nothing short of a cheesy singer that got into the competition via devine intervention of the third kind..then sings Tamborine Man and forgets an entire sentence. Gives no mature answers as to what happend, but then I noticed no one asked what happened..infact I think Simon's reflection was simply, "Pack your bags" to wish the Rag Boy shrugged his shoulders and smiled towards Ryan.
I'm going on record, if he stays in tomorrow, I will officially humanly combust, I know this for sure, I have the classic symptoms....and I know it can happen, as it happened nearly once before to me, during the last election when America voted for Dubbaya for the second time..as though once around the nearly perfectly balenced budget that he inherited and ruined wasn't enough.
I eat my oatmeal, I don't buy cars with one syllable, I recycle everything that comes into this house, including but not limited to the plastic flip top that comes off the half-and-half container, I own one cat, I am not and never have been a memeber of the communist party..and so is it too much to ask that we vote with some intelligence, for crying in the sink, peeps!
Peace, for now..
Debb in MA
I was in a mid-stretch on the floor when the show opened with Rag Boy, who didn't have much of anything different to say about his song selections, but his typical "I didn't know any of the songs"...and I think, you bafoon, all of you were born circa 1985, you learn the songs, like the others! Ryan then tells him he's "safe" and my left leg went into a severe cramp as I struggled to get up off the floor, staggering to the phone to complain to my sister that I won't watch the rest of the show. Now the only sensible reason I have for him being voted in the top numbers is that there's a secret brotherhood, in his hood and the word is getting spread that America really can't stand the filthy haired Rag Boy and there's a whole dark underworld voting for him...there just can't be that many tweens without brains making all these calls. Maybe its mojo, voodoo, a hex, something, anything, throw me a line before I go totally off the deep end wondering what the heck keeps this non-verbal, Bohemian in the ranks week after week!
...before I go off the deep end??? Wonder what I'd do if HE DID BECOME THE NEXT AMERICAN IDOL?!?!?
