I was reading the Idol message boards this week (yes, I confess I read them) and I learned the following about Katharine McPhee:
- She helped plan 9/11, but she won’t accept criticism about it.
- She kicks puppies and makes fun of disabled people.
- Her mother should have been turned into social services years ago.
- She stalled on home run 713, because she’s off the juice now. The steroid rage has left her arrogant, you can see it in her face.
- “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” wasn’t sung nearly as well as William Hung. This is according to someone who was a professional singer, has 37 gold records, and now just likes to hang out on Reality TV message boards though someone from his entourage does the actual typing hence the ISP from Henrietta, Oklahoma.
No one said that in just those words, but she must have done all those things to provoke that kind of hate.
By contrast, I learned that Elliott Yamin had not practiced between appearances on the show because he insisted on doing diabetes charity work while also helping his invalid mother. The fact that Elliott sings at all is really quite amazing because for the first fifteen years of his life he was completely deaf and the family was too poor to afford even a radio. After being exposed to the music of Al Green while riding a city bus, Elliott worked three jobs at age fourteen to buy a used CD. He started singing the week before the audition. On one Idol charity visit, Elliott met a leukemia patient and the boy went into remission minutes later. Elliott then became the first Idol contestant to be nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize and is also an object of veneration for the Falun Gong.
Equally fascinating, one finds out almost nothing personal about Taylor Hicks other than hundreds of posts about the “Soul Patrol” and how Simon must hate him. Beyond that, Taylor apparently didn’t have a childhood, doesn’t have a wife or girlfriend, or has no friends who want to dish about him. The only reason I knew he had ribs for breakfast one day is because Ryan told me so.
Of course, your average AI scribe wouldn’t take the time to investigate, but ever since it came out that I’m on Elvis's speed dial (okay, I know it has two meanings, but I’m not going there), doors have opened for me. I got the following e-mail from someone calling himself “Thetan”: CL, you wanna know where all the Katharine hate comes from, meet me on Wednesday at 6:00 at xxxxxx in the Valley.