This morning in WTF: The "American Idol" finale

 Hey, no fair ... he has an extra dialing arm!!! (All pics: GETTY)

Ohhhhh you clever little Idol bastards! I see how it works: You lure me into watching the Planet-Eating Karaoke Voltron by letting the only legitimately interesting contestant to appear in years make it to the finals, only to beat me to death with a leg of lamb while I'm distracted by KISS, Nicole Kidman's hot husband, Cyndi Lauper's Natural Birthing Method Renaissance Jamboree, the ropey brilliance of Brian May, Kara's tearaway dress, Fergie and the Keith Haring Dancers and the disarming image of Megan Joy as the world's palest Pussycat Doll.

You win.

Yes, last night reminded us, the world, and a visibly flummoxed Kris Allen that American Idol is, in the end, a popularity contest that has less to do with talent than it has to do with what kinds of people have more time to sit around dialing toll-free numbers in their pajamas. Let this be a lesson to us all ... or let's all get some pajamas.

Here are some pictures from last night's nationally televised back-alley abortion finale. Um ... enjoy? 

"Good God, you people really ARE that lame, aren't you?"
 

Pretty much sums it up.

"Wanna Fanta? Don't you wanna?"

Keith Urban

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