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Once upon a time there was a boy named Sanjaya Malakar.
Sanjaya had dreams of being the best singer in the world even though he knew there were much better vocalists than he.
The fates were kind to handsome little Sanjaya and he became world famous. Not for being the best singer in the world but for being the worst of the best singers.
The moral of the story is to never give up, even if you are undoubtedly terrible at what it is you are doing. Sanajaya is proof that you don't have to be the best to get the job. It's all about luck my friend.
Sanjaya Malakar is the Luckiest Boy in the World.
Cranky Grammy
Just what in the hell is going on with the American public these days?
Millions of you (yes, YOU!) watching this atrocity they call, "entertainment".I agree with Rosie.
Why do we think it's comical to watch these "millionaires" mock the looks and mentality of these people who so look up to them?
It's a disgrace.
In the case of the mentally challenged entrants, they may not fully comprehend the situation and the mockery they are being made into. Sadly, I imagine their parents and siblings do.
I don't care how they choose to thinly veil it, it is what it is.
They are being selfish, naive, and are behaving as snotty little children.
Their star will fall. And it will come crashing down with a shatter so loud that it will be heard over Paula Abdul's drunken laughter, Simon's ego boasting and Randy Jackson's growling stomach.
Cranky Grammy
