Vitriolic blog rant on the state of pop rubbish

The wrong person "won" on American Idle (the populous must have lethargically assumed that the deserving crooner would get sufficient ballots).  Not only could Jena Irene out sing that Rock Star parody Caleb What's-his-name, but she could play piano and re-work a classic tune to "make it her own."  Anyone can smash a mic stand.

In Survivor, the co-finalist chose the wrong person to accompany him to the final tribal council.  The martial arts instructor chose the wily cop, who outplayed him the entire game, to compete against because he was the strongest competitor and victory over the best would be the most honorable.  He chose poorly.  Nothing honorable about losing out on a million bucks.  Sometimes the big move is to look out for you and yours.

And Mad Men is on a year long mid-season hiatus.  I mean, come on!

I know that these are beyond first world problems.  They're actually only frustrations in the overtaxed world in my head.  It's actually a delightful world, where I am King and the sky is green.

In the real world, Kimye's royal wedding tour get's more media coverage than a crazy dude who shoots up a college.  University's are supposed to be a haven - a protected enclave for higher learning and a refuge for one's coming of age.  I know it manifests the chaotic randomness and preciousness of existence, but I got a kid just 4 years away from flying the nest.

Should've been Jena Irene!!!!

I don't have the spare neurons to worry about that stuff.  I mean I have to keep all the Games of Thrones characters straight and deal with an e.r.a. league-leading pitcher who just received his first win a Cubs uniform in 275 days.  That's a lot of days.  Almost as many as their are GOT characters.

Forget Solange and Jay-Z's altercation.  We should be focusing on stricter gun control laws (although the Lannisters might disagree).  Ridding the world of racism.  And solar frickin' roadways (they're awesome - youtube it!).

And now that I am a professional author, having sold my magnum opus at least 7 times (Trader Joe - a young man's journey to option trading nirvana - available now on Amazon!), I have decided to do something about it.  With the cash  rolling in and time on my hands, I will be submitting my bid to purchase the Los Angeles Clippers.  The sooner that ass clown Stirling is gone, the better.  I wouldn't mind if he took Mark Cuban with him.  And Kimye (where's a good Red Wedding when you need one? - not that I espouse violence).  Now, I just need to sell enough books to outbid Oprah (has she written a book lately?).  I'll let you know how it goes.  Or, I'll just watch America's Got Talent...So, buy the book and make this a better world!