Susan Boyle & The F-Bomb Heard 'Round The World

Dear Susan,
Thank you, thank you, thank you. I think you proved the point of my Susan Boyle blog perfectly when you sat in a hotel bar and swore at the telly during Britain's Got Talent because the judges were raving up the little girl singer--and then swore at the press when they got in your face for swearing at the telly. Now, who dares to call my gal Susan "frumpy"? Ain't nothin' frumpy about the f-bomb.

Susan's thinking about dropping out of the show. I say, don't do it, honey. Hang in there and show the world that not only does talent have nothing to do with looks, it doesn't have much to do with being "proper" either. Are we all such prigs these days that we can't stand anyone who displays honest human emotion? Yes, as far as I can tell, we are. How else to explain the sweet, former missionary boy winning the American version of BGT instead of the slightly--and I do mean, only slightly--edgy, eyelinered vocal whiz. Oh, my, he suggested he might be gay? Well, we can't have that, can we, at least not in all but five of these here United States, by golly.

Miss California can bare all, not show up for contracted appearances and rip the pageant officials off for her boob job and still keep her 1st runner up position as long as she denounces "opposite marriage"--what a charming phrase really; which one of us really marries our genetic clone? And let's not forget, much as we might try, Tammy Faye Bakker. If we're going to get in a snit about a little eyeliner, we would have started with her. We are the world--as long as none of that world steps out of the "moral" line of the moment.

I loved the way Susan Boyle looked in her jeans and tweezed brows after her makeover and I love her even more now that she not only looks a bit like a barmaid but sounds a bit like one too. Where can I vote for her? And how often?