Talent shows.

Glorified talent shows always turn out to be a complete shit gay wank fest, no matter what awful turgid tedium form they should so happen to take. But of them all the X factor is by all means THE creme de la shit of them all, i mean there's Sky 1's disastrous "must be the music", but i mean, it's on Sky 1 and not even the vast majority (moron) sector of our population have recognised it's existence thank god. Then there's the bbc "talent" contests involving jizz weasel, Bruce Forsyth gurning his way through some monotonous performance of moronicy. But it's aimed at old people, who thankfully I have NO contact with what-so-ever, on account of 2 reasons. a) they're quite a stupid bunch in general. and b) they smell of incontinence. So it's ok because this shit isn't rammed down my throat 24/7.
Then there's the omnipresent "Britain's got Talent" which is almost on a par with the X factor in terms of it making you want to force a barbed hook into your ass and setting your face on fire. It gets repeated over and over again, driving itself into your mind like Gary Glitter into Vietnamese 3 year olds. But at least it has a smidgen of actual entertainment value in that the nutcases are more deluded and the ones that do flips and shit can amuse you for a minute or so.
But nothing matches up to the X factor. Warbling soulless imbeciles aiming to reach the point where they will release one awful album and promptly disappear off into obscurity, thank fuck. But it's the constant facebook statuses, radio coverage and general conversation that really takes the biscuit. As if the tv coverage wasn't enough, this cuntpetition (see what I did there) is unavoidable in all walks of life. And what do we get from all of this? Another shit Christmas number one and music in general becoming a bit less of a respectable art form. X factor is in essence to music what North Korea is to freedom. This can't go on, we need to somehow boycott it somehow, maybe by drawing and quartering Simon Cowell or possibly a 1000 man gang rape of Louis Walsh. Something along those lines anyway, but until this happens, i have a horrible feeling that we're going to be stuck with year after year of pop wank for the rest of our lives.