Ok, I’ve avoided writing about this because, well, writing about teevee seemed so fucking trivial lately.

But sometimes a man just has to take a stand.

INXS? Guys? I’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you. Listen up.

C’mon. Come closer.

Closer.

I’m gonna get real close and whisper this in your ears.

Ready?

PICK JD!
PICK JD!
PICK JD!
PICK JD!
PICK JD!

I swear, I’ve watched Survivor since it started, and the last few seasons of Amazing Race. And aside from when my brutha-man Lex was on Survivor, I have never, ever been this involved in a reality teevee show. I’m glued to the set when the show is on. I watch the episodes twice. I’ve watched this group of people go from raw, undeveloped talent to, the last few, truly great performers. They’re growing right in front of our eyes. Every one of the last four were good enough for the gig, good enough that I’d pay to watch them, and it’s gotten to be emotional, I care about them as people.

Last nights show, when Sweet Susie McNeil went home, I watched Dave Navarro well up when she was announced. It’s not just me, and it’s not just the performers, the guys hosting the show are emotionally involved.

But at some point it comes down to, simply, who’s right for the job. And from the very first night, one guy has been way, way ahead of the rest. JD Fortune is the lead singer for INXS, and you know it just looking at him.

Guys. Gary, Andrew, John, Tim, Kirk. Listen to me. Forget Mig. Forget Marty, no matter how great he is at singing Nirvana and Radiohead. JD’s the guy, and you know it.

Next week is the finale. I’m afraid to look. Tell me when it’s over.