Get Goose

I usually don’t get caught up in television shows. Especially not a series, because if you miss one, you fall behind and never really catch up with the storyline. American Idol, on the other hand, is something you can get sucked into one week and then not watch again until the finale. It’s obvious who’s made it and who’s gotten cut, so you’re right back in the thrill of it the next time you tune in. This season, I’ve accidentally been watching a few episodes. And, I must say, last night’s events have me speechless. Are you kidding me? How could America cut Michael Johns? How could the American Idol producers let that happen. The guy is obviously a rocker. Anyone who can throw down some “Bohemian Rhapsody” sober, and minus the karaoke machine, deserves to be in it until the end. I’m appalled. If that 17 year old wins it, I’m moving to Canada.