William Hung, the American Idol wanna-be from a few seasons ago seemed innocent enough, and was likable. But, he sang his song in a shaky voice that was real as the day was long.
(Oops, I accidentally lifted another Neil Young lyric. And Hung's singin' voice wasn't real. It sucked. Period.)
Hung made a bit of money off his being mocked by the AI tri-judges. He put out a CD or two, got a small cult following and made some commercials.
Good for him.
The problem is: Hung started a trend that disturbs me. Like, well...this guy, from last night's 2008 season premier:
I don't' care about the chicken or the egg debate of whether TV creates guys like this, or whether he's empowered by using TV to further his desires. I'm simply tired of seeing goofballs like Hairy Chest Guy get his 7.5 minutes of fame. But more importantly, I'm disturbed at AI--and the American public--for embracing a pastime of laughing at people who live with obvious psychological challenges. People who think they can sing because they have little or no personal insight, live with mental illness or have an autism spectrum disorder. They are set up to be mocked and taunted by millions, and have no clue it's going to happen.
(Excluding Hairy Chest Guy, of course. He didn't seem to have a disorder. He was just an ass.)
Beginning tonight, AI goes in the Mel Gibson drawer for me. I'm just not gonna participate.