I swore that I would never watch another minute of the ghastly television show called "America's Got Talent".
Gone is the American flavor of "X-Factor".
American Idol has been reduced to a worthless talentless hunt for mediocrity and a sorry excuse to get ratings peddling sob stories over talent.
I happened to notice a few weeks ago that Hulu had replays of AGT on there and I decided that my life is of such little value that wasting more minutes of it was better than listening to Joe Biden claim victory after his party, the Democrats, committed election fraud using Nancy Pelosi's husband's company to steal an election.
So I started watching I show I despised back in 2019.
Only now the show is even worse.
Let's forget the notion that this is a talent show. If you are normal, you have no chance. If you are with talent and you are normal, then you might want to take a class in the School of Tough Shit.
But if you are black, fat, have mental or health maladies, or if you recite poetry and can convince the judges that that is a million dollar act that will persist and make a profit in this age of the Chinese Pandemic, then well, you are going to do well in this show.
The show started its 2020 version innocently enough finding enough young female waifes to make wonderful sob stories - and some were imported from Shitslovia and other parts not far from there; others were from Utah where a family with failing eyesight had a daughter who fancied herself to be enough country that she'd not be laughed off the stage wearing horrific female cowboy boots.
Of course there were hints of a black lives matter storyline that only grew more insidious as a singer without any talent was offered based upon his serving 37 years in jail for a crime he didn't commit. His life mattered and there was no attempt to find a pink skin of similar situation so that fairness could be used to judge actual talent. Dress the life that matters in tacky polyester and blow smoke up his ass and tell him he sounded good and we have a wonderful narrative that carried his talentless ass through to the finals.
America evidently doesn't have much talent as I noted back in 2018 as there are infestations of talent from other countries that somehow never considered entering Shitslava's Got Talent or India's Got More Than Scams. AGT seems all the happier that they can throw foreigners into a competition and then claim Global reach and over-inflation of self worth for the production company. Clearly allowing foreign competition into a domestic show reduces the chance of normal folk from having a chance to win a million dollars. But hey, if a black life matters, a fat ass would make a better narrative, and if the participant was from Germany with three sets of tits and dance moves like a Playboy porn video, all the better. And if the Salsa dancers danced like they had the shits from putrified butter and curry sickness, all the better.
Oh, yes, we had to have a midget with a horrific background story - but then again there were a plethora of previously bullied folk; add to that a group of amateurs who were formerly homeless to make tears being shed the hallmark of a show that is supposed to find more actual talent than blubbering audience members.
There were the usual dance groups and many were of the right color to make us all feel appreciative that lives that matter can dance and chew gum at the same time as if we didn't already know this.
Somehow a white dude got through (he couldn't sing) but he contracted COVID so he was replaced by two country dudes who just threw an act together and sang well enough without a miserable life story to impress American voters casting 10 votes each (just like good Democrats) to launch them into the top two.
America's Got Talent was reduced to a black sob story who wrote his own stuff that impersonated poetry that told of his dead sibling and his pathetic black life and birth of his daughter conceived with his knocked up white girl friend. You would have to work real hard to make this shit up, but we have a so-called poet win a talent contest against people who swallow knives, beat fire to free themselves from locks, or fat black women that can actually sing and impress. What was sad is that the American black talent of a black lesbian and a fat bleached hair woman were discarded in favor of a clean and articulate black man whose life mattered more.
Once upon a time, a show with Simon Cowell would have enough snide Cowell remarks to rescue the pretentious notions that "you are the greatest act I've seen this minute", but even Simon became nice.
Hell froze over as Simon lost so much weight that he looked like he was a cancer victim.
Then there was the vomit-inducing Howie Man-del - imported from Canada and evidently dumped upon the US because even they don't want that human debris living with them.
There was some hispanic accented female that had leathery tanned skin made her exposed cleavage look like a 100 year old leather chair's surface. There was some other female there that was just as irritatingly irrational as to reduce the judges to Simon and the three irrationals. I felt sorry for Simon.
Terry Crews is the host and famous for something, but I guess it is for poor fashion sense and wearing colors that resemble fruity drinks he must consume. And his Final's attire was a very cheap looking vinyl outfit that looked like coat and tails only with an open shirt and pants so tight you could tell he was more horse than talent.
Alas the pandemic reduced the show to social distancing, masks, and virtual performances from Shitslava and places south.
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