This may be a literary Taboo. Are we allowed to make fun of AMerican Idol? It is my own idea, just presented as a WHAT IF SCENARIO. I enjoy thinking up situations, and then examining life, looking for signs that it already is that way, and that my faith in the bluff was worthy. Facts change. So I was thinking; how would life be different, if we rigged American Idol. We would have no way of knowing, so lets for the moment, assume it is. Given the way soviety rewards evil, it would almost be hard to believe someboeyd somwehere hasn’t though of this already, and had the guts – or lack of whataver it is that stops me from foing it. That gene or cromosome or brain cell that says it’s worth the risk of getting caught. They have a lower bar. Threshold But that doesn’t stop me from figuring out how they did it. All it takes is an announcement, an agreement, and a whole lot of strange home town falke pride, mixed with America’s need for role models on and off the n ationalk grid. Idol isn’t called Idol by accident. It’s heathly to pick a team. To root. But has American Idol fan worship become the new obcession. Are there star-moms out there organizing phone lists? All it takes is a bullhorn at a fall fair or headline in the local paper. This week, we’re voiting for #3, or #5 Like voting on Big Brother, but national. We all agree on a winner. We pick a pony. Vote as a city. One call center team alone could cheat and sway. This gopt me thinking deeper, and I instantly understood what loby groups were all about. A power with a vote. A “do as I say” card they can play at will. I can imagine a lot of CHICKEN is played calling bluiffs. POker in politics… “You wouldn’t rfeally turn your vote for this?” Democracy of the organized masses is pretty easy and obvious when you thiknk about it as if it were the case. You can see the signs too. I