That’s right – I said it. Christian Slater is my moral compass. What he considers right, I consider right.

If you need more convincing, just go rent Gleaming the Cube – a fantastic movie about how skateboarders can do a lot more than just trash everything they skate on. The can actually trash everything while saving the day and capturing the bad guys. What a movie.

So where is Christian Slater now? No one knows. At last report, he was doing B movies. Good for him. I wish I was doing B movies. All the fun of making a major motion picture without having to deal with millions of dollars and egotistical directors. Perfect.

I guess if Christian is to be my moral compass, I will have to get get my ears pierced and start dying my hair. But hey, its a small price to pay when following such a guiding light.

Rock on, my man!

Well, the run is over.

He just couldn’t get it right.

No matter what he tried, he couldn’t win over the judges, or america. What are you suppsed to do?

And how do you, as a strong independent black man, compete with a country girl (with little talent) singing “Proud to be an American”? That song should not be allowed to be sung. By my tally, that song is worth an estimated 3.5 million votes. Hell, I could have sung it, and I would have survived another week. Who wouldn’t? It tugs at our patriotic pride, and forces us to vote for the one who sung the song. Not voting for that person makes you anti-american. Are you anti-american?

So what is Chikeezie to do? There was nothing he could do. He had to watch in dismay as he was booted from the show. I could even hear a faint chorus of chants rising up from the audience, as some chanted to Kristy Lee Cook “one more week! One more week!”. As some of us know, this is her game plan – last another week. That’s all she has to do. It makes me sick. Chikeezie wore sweater vests on the show. No black man wears those by choice – he did it for the show. He did it for america.

Our response? We booted him off. But hey, we had to. We didn’t want to be anti-american did we?

Well, I don’t know about you, but I am becoming a big Chikezie fan.

At first, I was at a loss as to why this was. Then I realized… it was the week he put his own name in the song. As soon as he belted out “They call me chikezie baby..” I was hooked. And I believe, so are a lot of other americans. Or Hispanics. Maybe even David Hasselhoff.

So Chikezie did his thing. Tonight, he broke out the harmonica.

It sucked.

But it doesn’t matter.

He is Chikezie, and until he falls into the downward spiral of all the other forgotten cast offs of American Idol, I will hold him close to my heart. I will phone into his number to give him additional votes. I will tell friends and family I would buy his CD. (which I wouldn’t). I will try to convince, con, and push other people to vote for him too. His teeth may be too small, and his gums too big, but the kid can sing. He may have a lame watch/sweat band combo, but he hits the notes. He may rock a 1985 straight fade hairdo, but his songs rule. He is the man – and I will support him for the rest of the season while secretly rooting for others to win. He is, well, my idol. Why?

He’s Chikezie baby.