Last week the cat dragged Rosie Live to the TV screens of millions of viewers. They took a quick peek, a wiff, held their noses while their eyes watered, ears folding back into the head in protest and quickly threw Rosie and her show in the garbage. Wraped in a double layered, bio degradable poop bag with safety seal. Next to all the other soft to the touch poop bags containing the stinkaroos the loony left wing nuts of NBC have been trying to feed the public but no one wants to see.

The hype around Rosie O’Donnell had been building for months, carefully cultivated by the American left. Every Mainstream Media standard bearer had been breathlessly promoting her variety show as being cutting edge, raw, politically savvy, the bane of conservative thought and the mainstay of the new NBC season. It was going to be the equivalent of the New York Times, Huffington Post and Late Night with David Letterman all rolled up into the shinning beacon of comedy, thought, analysis, opinion and celebrity worship missing on TV screens. Oprah, dare they say, should be worried. It was going to be glorious! Who were they kidding?

Truth be told Rosie O’Donnels show was cancelled because no one saw it. Sorry, let me correct myself in the name of objectivity. Don’t want to give you the wrong impression! Five million people saw Rosie Live, about the same number of people that think Barack Hussein Obama really IS the Messiah. Nah, bad comparison. 63.7 million Americans bought the Obama’s song and dance extravaganza and believed he was the Messiah, the One, the Almighty, the Black Superman to borrow a phrase from the 1975 song by Johnny Wakelin And The Kinshasa Band. Some are starting to get buyers remorse but that is a topic for another time.

Guests were many and varied, from a retired Minnelli to a gay as a three dollar bill Aiken, but for whatever reason they had something in common that night and I don’t mean being Barack Obama supporters. Most were talentless as in having lost their talent at home and not finding it before leaving the house. So bad in fact that if bad taste and a poor performance were a crime they would all be serving time working as hotel staff at the Taj Mahal Palace Hotel in Mumbai, India. Among the worst offenders we find: Liza Minnelli, Harry Connick Jr., Conan O’Brien, Jane Krakowski, Alec Baldwin, Clay Aiken, and Alanis Morissette.

I guess that by her stint at The View the people know what a far-left-wing kook O’Donnell has become and no one outside the knife-wielding, loony toon left wants anything to do with her. Except Obama central, NBC, of course. Not withstanding the Mainstream Medias disengenuous pre-airing hype, Rosie Live was dead on arrival. A POS and no, I’m not talking about my newly found passion, EVE Online.