We're doomed, doomed, I tells ya.
Everyday we circle the drain leading into that dark abyss from which there is no way out. Our collective society's standards are falling so fast that soon they will crash to the ground like George Bush with a mouthful of pretzels.
It's not bad enough that we worship celebrities like false idols at a satanic supper, it's the celebrities we choose to worship, no talent hacks whose sole redeeming quality (if it could be considered a redeemable quality) can be summed up with "I saw 'em on the tv!" Paris Hilton. Anna Nicole Smith. Clay Aiken.
Surely this American Idol runner-up should be on the fast track to 'where-are-they-now', but somehow he has managed to make a career out of being a no-talent hack. That he didn't spontaneously combust when he attempted to cover Badfinger's "Without You" isn't amazing enough, it's the fact that enough people bought it to garner it airplay on adult contmeporary radio when Harry Nilsson's far superior version is still available. Aiken doesn't have the range or the expressive quality to pull the song off, and if you thought it was okay, then you are banned.
But that's not why we are doomed. Nor is it the fact the celebrities like Aiken think we are here to be their personal footstools. Nor is it the fact that in the hierarchy of the idiocracy our country is quickly becoming, people like William Hung and Clay Aiken get record contracts while thousands of better singers and bands struggle in obscurity only because they're not able to exploit themselves for the enjoyment of people too fat and lazy to get off the couch and go to a club, for Christ's sake.
No, the disturbing sign that we all are doomed is the fact the enough people paid money to see Clay Aiken in a concert. That's like one of the seven signs that the apocalypse is upon us. And we are all doomed.