American Idyll

So Carrie Underwood is officially America's Idol, and while I can't say I approve of such blasphemy, I suppose if we're going to anoint a false god, better her than the one who's trying to actually look like Jesus. Since the first time I heard Carrie sing, I've said that she is the only contestant this season who could have scored a record deal without the benefit of the show. She is on a whole different level vocally, although even she couldn't save the excruciating ballad, "Inside Your Heaven". I've never been to heaven, but I can tell you that eternal hapiness involves never hearing that song again. "Take me to the place you cry from"?? in the words of another countrified ballad, "I'm already there". and Bo's rendition was like being inside my hell. that song is the place I cry from.
I guess we can at least be thankful that it wasn't Constantine up there ooging about being inside your "heaven". America may be on the broad path with all this Idol worship, but at least we don't have to pray for the soul of Betty, Judy, and every other girl with an iPod and low self-esteem.