I'm Not Easily Offended

I had "America's Got Talent" on as I did some paperwork last night that I'd brought home from the office. There was a trained dog act on. Granted, it wasn't the most organized act I'd ever seen, and not the best act that was on the show last night, but the all the dogs were rescued from the pound and the act was entertaining.

At least Sharon Osbourne had the class to tell the trainers that they were doing a wonderful thing rescuing these dogs.

But that jackass judge Piers my-name-doesn't-end-in-a-vowel, Simon-Cowell-wanna-be, random-British-guy-judging-Americans, had the gall to say, "Two of the dogs are talented. Send the rest back to the pound."

That arrogant asshole.

I wanted to reach through the screen, slap him silly, and ask him if he realizes that the pounds in this country generally give dogs less than a week before they are euthanized, and that he was basically saying, "These dogs can't do tricks, therefore they are worthless and they might as well be dead."

I'm sorry Piers, but dogs are not on this planet simply to do tricks for you. It would have been a hell of a lot classier to say, "Two of the dogs are talented, leave the rest at home and out of the act."

But that wouldn't be sensationalist enough for American reality TV now, would it?