Tuesday, 19 July 2016

Britain’s Got Talent and X Factor

British TV producer, music executive and Reality Television judge Simon Cowell has an estimated net worth of $550 million. Simon Cowell is one of the (highly corrupt) entertainment industry's most high profile talent scouts who is responsible for bringing us the likes of One Direction, another formulaic boy band who have made so much money so quickly. He admits that all he is interested in is how much money his 'artists' can make (through the Illuminati's monopoly on media and distribution). In other words, he helps dictate what crap is being flogged to the masses to keep real talent out of the mainstream media.

“In California, they don’t throw their garbage away – they make it into TV shows.” - Woody Allen.

"The Briton, instead of chafing against this inevitable supersession, should cheerfully acquiesce in the decree of Destiny, and stand in betimes with the conquering American." - William Thomas Stead (The Americanization of the World, 1901).

Paul Dolman, 47, from Lancashire aka The Deep Space Deviants audition on Britain’s Got Talent 2016 (ITV). As Davros, the creator of the Daleks in Doctor Who, Paul did a cover of Love Shack by The B-52s promptly followed by a "dash of River Dance thrown in for no apparent reason"

"Socrates favoured truth as the highest value, proposing that it could be discovered through reason and logic in discussion: ergo, dialectic. Now let's see a truth that some fail to witness currently:

Britain's Got Talent/The Voice: Millionaire panelists (four) exploiting the desperate and illusioned contestant's (hundreds) to maximise profit for the few at the expense of many."

- James Cowley (Facebook).

MySpace bulletin post by Count St.Germain (James Cowley), 31 May 2009

They never left Great Britain. The place that founded the tea‑time Empire, a land where sophisticated ladies and dapper gentlemen could butter their crumpets with exquisite cutlery, and chuckle at the opposing cricket teams plunders. A realm steeped in ancient lore and magical ritual, and strict tradition. A place where one could embrace the eccentric, marvel at the pompous and adore the ridiculous. But alas, where have these ladies and gentlemen gone? The ones who set their clocks at 8 to monitor lawn growth; the people that babbled about the importance of refinery, the ones who wore three layers of double‑knit tops, and gaped at the marvellous beauty of the English summer, yet seethed at the perilous winter. Where oh where have they gone?

The British eccentric is taking on a new guise, and quite a clever one where they are in fact being manipulated by the powers that be. Yes, those media moguls with nothing but ratings and advertising revenue in their perverted minds, with Master and Commander of it all: Simon Cowell. In many ways, he represents a kind of monarchy. A royal head that gains a twisted yet quietly respected reputation who makes a jovial televised feast of it all. "Britain's Got Talent" for example: where else could you find a man in his 70s break dancing? A virgin spinster who brings the entire audience to their feet each and every time she sings? Or a father and son duo making a mock mockery of Michael Flatley.

Yes, I think some of these things are at times, bad exposure, especially some of the younger acts, which make me cringe every time I see them. At times it's insulting, the so‑called crop of talented Britons, are just not talented at all. Not in every case, the dance troupes of this year were unquestionably gifted at what they do. And yes, the same kind of exposure has occurred with the same format in America.

Yes, I'm a hypocrite in that I do actually watch it, and I don't pretend it's for sociological purposes. I wouldn't be the first in line to go and see any of those acts, just as I wouldn't ever buy a CD from any of the winners in X‑Factor et al. The eccentricity has unfortunately, turned into a freakshow and is accepted on so many levels, and at times, is repelled. Individualism is getting narrower and narrower, and will continue to do so (and I don't refer to the selfish kind, why that's ever on the increase).
I want the natural born eccentric to be embraced, the loveable dandy, the mischievous Scarlett Rouge. I don't want gifts and interests manifested into corpotive [corporate?] infinity. Just do thou will ladies and gentlemen, no money or ratings will reward you like your individuality to yourself does. But, then again, if it makes you a buck or two on the sly.

Britain's Got Talent, ITV: Susan Boyle's debut audition was watched by over 100 million YouTube viewers. She sang 'I Dreamed a Dream' from Les Misérables on 11 April 2009

dharma:  Count, I couldn't agree more. I actually don't watch these 'stars in the making shows,' as I rank them generally with the disgusting wave of reality tv. Not to say that there is not some real talent, but for the most part people are just making a spectacle of themselves and more sickening are the masses of the public willing to watch. I'm a big advocate of individualism, though not for the sake of attention but simply for being true to one's self, not following the crowd, nor the latest fad. I detest conformity!!!

Count St.Germain: Yes, and it's all very disheartening when I read this morning that Susan Boyle has been rushed into a clinic due to an apparent breakdown.

“I am the arch enemy of Doctor Who, and I’m here to entertain you,” he said. Well, I did a search for BGT images expecting to find lots of sad people prancing about in front of a panel of yuppy suits and starlets and found these. Job done!

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