We still hate Russians, right? I mean, I know I do, but is it still national policy? Anyway, it's time to call whomever is fit to dismantle our government and sell it off piece by piece and give up.
Hazy though I may be on international politics, I do know at least one thing: After we've all been boiled down and used to fuel the lamps in St. Petersbuerg Cathedral, and the romantics and optimists tell you that the reason for Idol's ten percent decline in viewership was election season, or the fact that the show is nearly a decade old, or the fact that every episode after the auditions are over is unwatchable drek, you can tell them theyre wrong. Damn wrong.
The reason Idol (and, subsequently, America) is on the verge of irretrievable decline is clear: Kara DioGuardi.
Kara is Idols new spunky, sassy female judge. Here she is bragging about working with Celine Dion, which tells you right off the bat that shes dangerously delusional.
Admittedly I dont have as much experience in the music business, and I think the Producers only called me in because of the wild popularity of my 92 single Drippin Wet (The Ice Cream Song), and, as it later turned out, the fact that Paula Abdul wanted to have filthy bathroom sex with me.
But even before the bathroom sex, things went well. I mean, I really thought I had it. Randy was calling me dog left and right; I think he even threw a cat in there once or twice. Simon invited me back to his flat for tea and crumpets. Paulawell, it would be uncouth to say too much (the sex I mentioned earlier).
Imagine my horror, months later, to find out theyd given the job to some recording woman just because her middle name happened to be Dio, Simons favorite aging rocker.
Frankly, Kara was just about the worst decision they could have made. When youve got such an archetypal triothe dry, cruel Brit, peppy
Latina pan-ethnic sex goddess and hip, jovial Blacktheres clearly only one direction to go in for your fourth: an edgy, even crueler white guy of average appearance. Its the classic pattern. It held true for The X-Men Meet Sam Kinison, it held true for Huey, Dewey, Louie and McVeigh, and dammit, itll hold true for Idol.
Simons mellowed in his old age, and the American people want blood, plain and simple. The new Idol judge has got to be a shot in the arm, literally if possible. Is Kara DioGuardi willing to punch singers in the arm if they get too rangey? Because I am.
Idol Producers, your selfishness has cost you everything, and while smaller men than myself might revel in your demise, I for one want to see American Idol live on. Therefore, Im giving you a second chance. I will allow you to re-hire me. All I ask is that you publicly fire DioGuardi on the air (have Seacrest do it), put the show on sabbatical for retooling, and rename it Aswaimican Michael.
In case youre not yet convinced of my charm, musical knowledge, or capacity for petty cruelty, Ive provided here my witty, insightful, off-the-cuff responses to a wide range of singers, from amateur to professional to Rick Astley (which is to say legendary).
Im sorry, and not to offend, but this sounds like if a drill were jammed into my ear, except the bit in the drill is made of a bunch of annoying squeaks and whistles, and the guy doing the drilling is gargling urine at the top of his lungs. Again, Im sorry if that seems harsh to you. Im just speaking the truth, because I care about this competition, you fat, pimply, whore.
I have nothing to say about your singing, as I refuse to critique an obvious pedophile. Good day, sir.
Your singings made me so furious with disgust that Im going to strangle Randy with a belt just to teach you a lesson.
Here I wouldnt speak, but simply drop my pants, get onto the judges table, squat, and lay a steaming pile of reasoned critique onto the singers entry form, maintaining rigid eye contact all the while.
A little pitchy, but otherwise fine. Youre through!
Oh, Im sorry, were you expecting Rick Astley here? You just got REVERSE RICK ROLLD!* OH SHIT!
I await your apology call, Idol Producers. I also await your apology call, Paula (dont make me say what for. Lets just say the tests came back positive).
*Also known as a Rick Unroll, this is of course the technique of promising someone Rick Astley, then linking them to anything else whatsoever.
When not salvaging a television empire, Michael serves as head writer for and co-founder of Those Aren't Muskets!