Dear American Idol,
First of all, as I’ve mentioned before, I am very much enjoying this season, so please don’t take this the wrong way. I’m merely making a quick suggestion here. And it’s a suggestion you should seriously consider – especially after what I just witnessed during the Los Angeles auditions.
That being said, I am the first to admit watching “The Crazies” is absolutely my favorite part of the whole Audition Process. And while I’m very happy you keep “Security” on deck in order to physically remove those insane, tone-deaf, delusional, wannabe-contestants, unwilling to leave the room of their own volition, you might also want to consider keeping a few ‘Straight Jackets’ and a very large needle filled with a healthy dose of Haldol, up close and handy.
Because this guy?
Scared the crap out of me.
Meet: Cooper Robinson, who may or may NOT be 59 years of age. No one is really sure of his exact age, including Cooper himself. Apparently he comes from a very dangerous part of Arkansas located somewhere in the snake infested woods, which the viewers discovered while Cooper gave Steven Tyler slightly less than specific directions to his home. Basically, he’s the equivalent of a Schizophrenic, Bi-Polar, James Brown – gone awry.
Since there are NO words to properly describe what happened next, please just watch for yourself!
What. The. Hell.