We're Trying, Bubba, We're Trying,...

"Susan Boyle walked onto that stage and faced down a sea of smug. We need that kind of courage nowadays, and not just on reality shows."

-- Tom Bergeron, the host of “Dancing With the Stars” and “America’s Funniest Home Videos” - while telling Susan Boyle (correctly) to "run away" from the mob - especially that part of it that believes most of what's written in The New York Times.

Peer-Pressure Is A Motherfucker: The Destruction Of Susan Boyle

We hope everybody's happy now: The brash, and uniquely individual, Susan Boyle has been replaced by this quivering mass of "Will they like it?" who couldn't be picked out of a police line-up. Our bet is that her talent goes, too - right along with her judgment to bow to the mob of women who couldn't stop themselves from clucking that she so desperately needed a make-over.

She didn't. They did - on their souls.

So much attention being paid to someone who - through hard work at the expense of superficiality - defied everything this ugly culture aspires to, was an affront they found too remarkable to leave alone; and they just couldn't shut-up about it. No, no, after laughing at her (when they thought she was defenseless), they now know better. Well. We'll see.

Standing up to the laughing crowd is a big part of what made Susan Boyle a phenomena. Now, when she gets herself all dolled-up and possibly falls on her face, that much-deserved well-spring of sympathy, that she always had to fall back on, won't be there; replaced by every cynics true aspiration for her - that she be more like their ugly asses: pretty only on the outside.

Well, you got what you wanted. Mission Accomplished, Ladies. Susan Boyle has finally been kissed:

You gave her the kiss of death.

Say goodbye to the first "real thing" to come along in ages.

We hope you're proud of yourselves.

Like We're Just Supposed To Figure It Out,...

"We hate it when people don't know their place."

-- Sam de Brito, on why some people despise Susan Boyle's success - and this blog - and maybe SMH.com.

The Macho Response: Susan Boyle (Had To Be)

"I heard people say things that weren’t very friendly. I knew what they were thinking. I saw people laughing and I knew they were laughing at me. But I thought, well, they’ll soon shut up,....I am happy as I am,...I know what they were thinking but why should it matter as long as I can sing? It’s not a beauty contest."

-- Susan Boyle, who (also) knew the self-appointed "smart set" ain't really so friggin' smart - just as we've always said - in The Times Online.

"It’s not a beauty contest." Ha! Tell that to the idiotic assholes who run the music business now. Hell - before Susan Boyle showed up - Britain's Got Talent and American Idol weren't even talent contests,...

The "Nice" And Wonderful World Of NewAgers: Heartless, Thoughtless And Superficial

"The jeering audience of vain young people trying to catch the camera’s eye and the preening judges of this contest are the nasty boys and girls of fairy stories who mock the poor old lady because she is not young and beautiful, only to be punished when her real self is revealed. And their punishment is to be revealed as they truly are - heartless, thoughtless and superficial - the flotsam and jetsam of the polluted seas of celebrity, likely to sink without trace into toxic foam."

-- Minette Marrin, also describing what Susan Boyle has revealed about contemporary Western culture, in The Times Online.

Welcome To The NewAge

"It's grammar school and the Roman coliseum combined."

-- Maureen Callahan, describing what Susan Boyle has revealed about contemporary Western culture, in The New York Post.

Standing *Alone* Before A Sea Of Incompetence

Susan Boyle on Britain Got Talent
by dwarthy

Though I'm no longer doing this blog alone, I'm going to drop the royal "we" for the moment and speak to you as a single individual again - as The Crack Emcee - the "genius" artist no one will back because, lordy, I have some unwavering sense of right and wrong that I'll defend to the end of my days. That bothers some people - the evil curs, of course - and especially those who only know me from this blog; who have never seen or heard me perform, or even so much as speak in my own voice. Whatever. You will. And, like this audience seen listening to Susan Boyle, I know you're going to have your assumptions thrown back at you in the most amazing manner you won't believe it possible. I've said it before and I'm saying it again now:

I'm that fucking good.

I love this clip. Because of the way these people, who know nothing - who are doing nothing - but, still, think of themselves as hot - hot enough to laugh at Boyle and shake their heads. Listen to the comments of the judges:

"They were all laughing at you."

"This audience was totally against you."

And for what? Because Susan Boyle isn't superficially pretty. She isn't trendy. She isn't anything from the gutter of cultural artifice this audience has erected, and demanded be respected, in order to "make it". That audience's only saving grace is, thankfully, they recognized The Real Thing when they heard it.

I know how it sounds but this blog is written by The Real Thing as well. I'm trotting out my old reviews to prove it. (Look online: you won't find any bad ones.)

But, as badly as I want to prove it, I'm in no rush to be your performing monkey because - seriously - look at the reaction to Susan Boyle at the beginning of this video and ask yourself: Are those people worth trying to make happy? Those ignorant shallow fools who laughed at her because, like me, she stands out - for not being like them? (Who, in their right mind, would aspire to be kind to so many who can, willingly, be so cruel?) I know who I am: whether the subject is music or cultism, you need me more than I need you.

One of these days, I, too, will be standing on stage again. But unlike Susan Boyle, I won't be looking for your applause but to teach you a lesson - about yourselves. About how much damage you've done to all that is good and right, and what the meaning of talent, beauty, and freedom really are. I haven't been asking any of you to like me and I won't then either. But you will respect me. I won't have to demand it. It'll be obvious from the moment I hit your ears.

You don't have to "believe" me: You've been gorging on junk for so long, to me, it's going to be waaay too easy. There is no competition - only cultists and their admirers.

And that's no fucking competition at all.