I actually don't care anymore
American Idol has finally broken me of the will to care about the outcome of this season. Just end it already so we can start over again in the fall.

Last night, Fantasia blew everyone else away because she is a far superior performer than the other two. Whether you like her or not, she's the better talent. No question.

So after much praise was lavished upon Fantasia throughout an evening of the most interesting and odd mix of song selections ever, and after she gave a lap dance to Clive Davis (who didn't object, by the way - you know you saw it!) I predict that she will go home tonight.

We will be left with a finale duel between one girl who cannot sing a note in tune but has somehow brainwashed all of Hawaii into keeping her on the show, and one girl who we'd all prefer would quit singing so that we don't have to watch her bounce around the stage anymore.

No good can come from this.

Well, very little good can come from this. Just think, in a week or so Ryan Seacrest won't be on our TVs 108 times a week for at least the rest of the summer.

That will be good.

C.T.