Purely by chance, we happened to catch the 2009 Eurovision song contest on TV last night. What a stinker! It was a showcase of lowest-common-denominator sugary pop crap performed by automaton robots with spray-on tans and hair extensions. The songs that displayed the slightest hint of originality or cultural context, such as those of Estonia, Croatia, or Russia, were swiftly voted to the bottom of the pile in favor of Norway's gurning, elfin violin player mewling about being in love with a fairytale. Behold the End of Times:
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