American Idol is a bunch of ya-meanies

Elliot Yamin.

How could you not love this guy? Genuine. An old-school soul singer. So un-Wonderbreadish. Alas, anyone with the courage to invoke the spirit of Donny Hathaway on prime-time TV would never get the AI tiara. What were we thinking?
He was shown the door too soon — just like Mandisa and Paris, the best other singers on the show. In an AI4 redux, we're left with the "sappy singing sweetheart" versus the "soulful Alabaman."
Taylor Hicks is a wheeze. Good pipes, great entertainer and easy on the eyes. WHOO! I'll hop on that Soul Patrol Train.
Kat "McSkeeve." What is it about that chick that bugs the heck out of me? If you had to define her with adjectives, genuine, modest and humble wouldn't make my list. She is very pretty, but in a cloying Miss America from hell way. She can belt out songs, but so could Ethel Merman. And why were those mean judges picking on her so? Was it because her voice drifted from the key and screeched in the fauxzone of Xtina too often?
You know she's heading for the silver confetti coronation next week. UGH. How long before she gets the Kelly Clarkson chunx highlights in her hair. MEEEEOOOOOOOWWWWW!
Guess I feel a bit better after that purge. Thanks for humoring me.
Elliot, love ya man.
Elliot Yamin