Congratulations to Fantasia Barrino on her big win last night and congratulations to me for predicting it. So what if most of my predictions were wrong; at least that one wasn't. Granted, an Amish deafy could've predicted Fantasia's win, but where I come from we have a joke: "What's great about a deaf hooker? She can't hear you coming."

And how about some congratulations to me for coining the derogatory term "deafy" just now?

Apparently there were about 65 million votes on Tuesday night. That's more than there are people in the United Kingdom or enough for 22% of the US population, and it's a testament to the fact that, as a people, we don't have enough to do.

I look forward to following Fantasia's career until next Thursday, when I'll have tired of her. It's nice to see someone with such a strong sense of family do well. Week after week, Fantasia's brother (I assume) and mother (I guess) were in the audience to support her and hoist her confused daughter high into the air as though she were the Stanley Cup. Week after week, despite apparently having abandoned their jobs, the mother's and brother's wardrobes became increasingly flashy. I think they'll all enjoy Fantasia's success, and I think it'll be months before there's a lawsuit filed among the three or four of them.

I'm setting the over/under at 230 days, and I'll take all action.

Analogcabin @ 8:15 AM
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