This is my crappy song the producers are making me sing

I don't care if Blake wins. I really don't, because I know he's going to have a fantastic music career regardless of whether he wins American Idol. But I do care that Randy does not appreciate Blake's talents, and that Simon said that Jordin "mopped the floor with Blake" on that trite crap that was "This is My Now." Ugh. Yes, the song was clearly better suited for Jordin's voice, but really, that's all she can sing--treacly ballads with glory notes. She is completely overwhelmed by up-tempo songs, and tonight on Fighter was no exception: She's no Christina Aguilera. Blake, on the other hand, is much more musically versatile, and he actually sings stuff I would listen to. And he was too classy to say that the crap he had to sing tonight was not really his cup of tea. But you know what? I really don't care who wins. Maybe Blake is better off not having to record "This is My Worst Moment Ever Having to Sing This Pile of Steaming Cow Dung." Unless he beat boxes it, then that would be cool.