Powell Gammill
Media reports: “American Idol” is the best entertainer of the season! I disagree. This TV-Reality show is a “shockers” to audience afflicted with a Super Bowl type of entertainment addiction. It is a buck-sucking vampire show. It rips off a hole in the pocket and sucks the country billions of dollars. Some of the creators and producers of similar shows are foreigners. Their loots could be on their way to Cayman Is,
Panama or the
Bahamas, to mention a few of those offshore tax havens. The IRS will tag you, squeeze you to the last dollar to pay your taxes but not on those plundered income of foreigners who hire the best law firms of the land for tax evasion. There is a cryptic irony. Entertainment seasons and tax seasons coincide. But IRS bloodhounds are almost powerless. E-TV Dracula safely sleeps in his coffin full of green bucks in any of those off-shore financial centers in the
Caribbean. As we know it, well-known “mountainous countries” of
Europe also compete for ill-gotten wealth today’s Al Capone stashes out of the country. It is “ill-gotten wealth” in the sense that it is a result of legal robbery. The American public is figuratively held at gunpoint. Addicted to TV Reality shows created and produced by foreigners, “Idol” addicts are helpless. “Idol” has this alien Londoner named Simon Cowell who pockets $36 million a year. More alien investors like Cowell dominate the rest of the TV-Reality entertainment shows in the country. Fox “earned” $370 million “in ad revenue” last year. This is peanuts! Do you know how much the advertisement loot is worth in just a matter of seconds this season? A 30-second spot rakes $1.3 million! “Idol” has an average of 30.7 million viewers. The show’s finale targets 34.5 million viewers of under-50 demographics advertisers are trying to reach while the show is “hot”. The show runs from one to two hours. Count the advertisement breaks, and how long is every break in multiple 30-seconds where the megabuck is. Do your own numbers. If your jaw drops after you sum it up, don’t challenge my math. Peace to you for doing your own bed, I do mine. Now lay down on it and tell the world about it like I do. But there is something even more sinister to
America than this voluntary submission of show-addicted Americans to entertainment exploitation. The economy is in a very bad shape. We are hurting. We budget a couple of dollars for hotdogs, spend a hundred more or so to get to the Super Bowl, give Simon Cowell and his foreign colleagues in other blockbuster entertainment shows some $36 million per show-participating investor a year, and what do we tell heavyweight spender President Barack Obama for a trillion-dollar bailout? Enough of this outrageous spending, Barack!
Imagine most Americans today are screaming their financial hurt in front of the mirror to make a point. What they see is not Obama but themselves! There is something even more injurious than just this rapidly growing frustration we cannot see unless we are in front of the mirror. Our debts are rising. Our American values are falling. Our value specimens this season are “American Idol” and “The Bachelor”. These shows are abusive, sadistic and sexual. I will write first about this money-making “Idol”. If you watched the just recently concluded cross-country auditions you probably are still harboring a swearing attitude towards the judges even if you were just a TV viewer. You could feel the terrifying experience of those who want to become the next “American Idol”. They were abused, tortured, and publicly “slaughtered” for entertainment purposes. The trauma could leave a permanent damage to the heart and mind of those young dream-catchers across
America. Sadistic judges get paid for doing this pleasurable exploitation of innocent contestants who should have known better. Members of the board of censors watching this terrible victimization running in national television must be sleeping on their job or they must be accomplices of vicious abusers. The elimination process was cruel. Out of several thousands of show applicants, about a couple of hundreds of them who made it to
Hollywood, were divided into four groups. They were a bunch of nervous wrecks, haggard, hungry and suffering days of sleepless nights; they have been rehearsing and practicing their piece some freaky nights before, and then herded like cattle in separate empty rooms. Inside this vacant room, they just catnapped on the floor, some Buddha-sat or squatted on the rug meditating, leaned against the wall, or just moved around aimlessly, speechless, while they waited for the “fate” of their group to be announced. Obviously, the contestants’ nerves were on the edge. In that situation, minutes and hours of waiting were much longer than eternity, most probably to test further not the vocal talent but the endurance of those who were determined to suffer to make the cut. In that tortuous “long wait”, the judges were to come to them to either “save” or “slaughter” them out of the competition! Even if a roomful of contestants in agony made it to the cut, the sadistic judges made their announcement with an eulogy of fear and failure of the contestant just to make the pounding heart stops. Teardrops started to run down the contestant’s face, and only then judges would announce a “You made it!” verdict. Then emotional pandemonium follows. The judges are having some fun playing with the contestants’ emotion! A roomful of contestants that failed to make it, were heartbroken, cried a river of tears, hugged and comforted each other, packed their belongings and went home. They just woke up from a dream, badly wounded. Some were bitter, couldn’t get over it to the end, kept on swearing and cursing the judges. They need to nurse their wound. See a therapist. Reality must be rebuilt and restored in a shattered world. Cutting down to only 36 contestants was even more ghoulish. Each of about a hundred or so of group survivors were summoned one by one to face judges Kara DioGuardi, Randy Jackson, Paula Abdul and Simon Cowell. The judges were there right before every contestant one at a time, sitting on the chair trembling with uncertainty and fear. They watched the mouths of the judges for the magic words to come out: “You made it!” or “Sorry” [the verdict of doom]. It was a ghastly scene. The nervous-wrecked gentile is before God on Judgment Day! To Heaven or Hell off you go! That’s how this scenario vibrates. Whichever the threatened contestant go, to Hell or to Heaven, the road was moody, foreboding, and chilly with betrayals and bliss. The tinseled gods were deathly morbid in handing down their final judgment. Judges Paula and Kara oftentimes seconded by Randy would praise the edgy contestant of how good was the performance, giving the doomed, hope and promise of the future. Then they detonated the bomb of rejection! “Sorry, you are not with us this season!” The victim reeled in pain, eyes reddened with tears. Many times gasping for “Oh, my God!” That judgment room was the contestant’s curse to doomsday! Even the promise of Heaven to a contestant that would join the lucky 36 has to go through a crack in Hell. This is how I describe this recollection of one of those hellish individual selections of contestants: Simon would say to this young pitiful lady candidate with ashen face looking like a zombie too eager to know her verdict: Sorry, your performance left a lot to be desired, you need to develop a “personality” in this competition. A deep silence would follow. A drop of a pin could be heard inside the room of the speechless noise-breakers and the dumb.
This poor female contestant slumps in her chair, both hands covering her face. Teardrops well like a torrential rain: “Oh, my God!” punctuates the air once more as she sobs her heart out. Writhing in pain, her tragic ending was unbearable! Another dream bubble burst in the air! Then suddenly the morbid Simon comes out alive giggling, as if he had just sunk in his fangs on a foot-long and an inch-thick chocolate candy bar. Relishing on his sweet bite like crazy, he announces to the broken-hearted contestant: You made it to the magic 36..!
Another cry of “Oh, my God …!” Is this real? That was how contestants were manipulated. Happy and hurt emotions are played like toys by juvenile delinquents that sit as panel of judges. The statements of the judges may not be exactly what they were word for word as I write them down. Check your recording of this “Idol” episode. Check the fat out. I want you to diet only on the lean meat of truth. One female contestant was hurt so bad that she took her life to end her crucifixion in the hands of judges that lined their pockets with “blood money”. Her name was Paula Goodspeed. She was devastated when Paul Abdul told the producer that her namesake was a “stalker”. What has that to do with singing is a cheap shot. The producers didn’t care. It appears that a contestant’s death is just entertainment! It means more money. Simon defended this phalanx of buck-sucking vampires: “These aren’t bad people [the producers]. All they want to do is make a successful show.” These aliens care nothing but money. You want to punch this Cowell guy on the nose. Don’t do it. He is not worth a swollen knuckle. This is the whole persona of TV-Reality shows like “The American Idol” that should be banned or at least regulated, before they destroy more lives. TV-Reality shows selling insults of contestants to spot advertisers must be held accountable. Disrespect of the American audience by foreign producers for money should not denigrate
America in the eyes of the world. To identify the cause of this problem does need the brain of a rocket scientist. Foreign TV Reality-show judges don’t mind insulting the American public because they know that no matter what they say in national television, they get away with it. Fans are like drug addicts that nothing can hurt them. The board of censors is even probably one of those junkies. Simon is a bad zinger that abuses contestants before millions of TV viewers. “You should be a hooker,” he said to one female candidate singer on stage. “I hate what you’re wearing.” On the contestant’s singing, Simon punched the singer with this line: “That sounded like you were drunk. And not one or two bottles—a whole crate.” What has that to do with singing, the only purpose of Simon’s role to judge a contestant? That was tantamount to telling millions of TV viewers that this contestant was a drunkard or an alcoholic! It was pure harassment, a grave insult, a personal abuse. Like poor Goodspeed, Simon scoffed at and mocked this contestant who was ridiculed in public, and was hurt and injured. Lawyers may tell you that those abused victims cannot go to court and sue the show. They signed a “waiver” for their right to sue. I disagree. Where in any signed contract under the Civil Code, is the right of the owner of the show, to abuse, injure, damage or even kill a contestant-signatory to the contract? If there is such a contract, it is null and void. It is against public policy. But that is intruding into the lawyers’ domain. We leave this issue to those highly paid legal warriors. Watch “The American Idol” this week. Just once, for only one purpose: Just to discover how Simon abuses struggling contestants on stage. Stage abuse is part of the elimination process. Simon Cowell thinks that we, the entertainment addicted public, deserves every bit of it.
George Voit
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