Whatever respect I never had for Dancing With The Stars was magnified a few years ago when Def Leppard appeared on that piece of crap and proceeded to lip-sync “Pour Some Sugar On Me”. Presumably, Joe Elliot was sick that day and it became necessary to falsify the effect.
I don’t accept that as an excuse though. When I saw them in ’93 while they were supporting the Adrenalize album, Joe was sick as a dog. He did fine.
What even made the appearance more of a heresy in my mind was the fact that they had dancers in leather clad ballroom garb dancing during the chorus.
The thought of ABC’s assault on one of my favorite bands of all time still stirs up the bile.
I have no problem telling you at this time I have never watched that show outside of the Def Leppard appearance. The network as a whole has done nothing but to lay assault on the intelligence of the viewing public for well over 30 years.
Why the appeal even exists of taking a fish out of water and putting them on a dance floor is beyond me.
None the less, they’ve gotten away with doing it. I’m sure those in program development who wear the extra tall dunce caps are working feverishly at this moment on creating a show where contestants (some even celebrities maybe) fard a pig.
So it would seem that all of the media is buzzing right now about Bristol Palin’s chances to win this season. People are shooting their TV’s, and I think there’s been talk of lawsuits. Left wingers are throwing around the possibility of Brisol’s move this far into the contest has been nothing but a cog in the machine of the Vast Right Wing Conspiracy.
About that, I have this.
Even if there is a conspiracy, so what? People, it’s a dance show. It’s a stupid one at that. If you want to find some politically inspired mandate in the best that ABC has to offer, you go ahead.
In the meantime, the rest of America will work on fixing the economy, disarming Iran, stopping this country’s decent into socialism, and warding off evil TSA spirits who want to touch our junk.