I don't know if you folks have been watching "America's Got Talent." I wouldn't wish any ill on you all if you have missed it. I watch it as form of bonding with my family and because it does produce some pretty unique television. This season has been amusing if only for exploiting Howie Mandel's germophobia.
Anyhoo... It's near the end of the run for this season and we are at the final four. Quite frankly I was amazed when one of these people was "Prince Poppycock." Prince Poppycock actually looks like a fairly normal person till he puts on his wig and ten pounds of clown white. Then Prince Poppycock becomes an opera singing Parisian fop ham of epic proportions. Now I'm not making any aspersions here but Prince Poppycock Liberace called and he wants his gay back! And somehow this very odd mix of the high brow and the low brow got VOTED into the final four.
How this happened I'll never know but I shall enjoy the weirdness for now.
STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
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