American Idol is about to wrap up it’s seventh season and it’s now officially time for a break.  The chance of this actually happening is nil, as the AI is still the highest rated show on television, but damn it’s getting old.

Season seven’s bland batch of contestants has proven that America has run out of talented people. I mean, think about it. Every year, millions of people line up to audition for this show, right? And then a bunch make it to Hollywood and then it’s whittled down to 12.

Technically, these should be the 12 most talented singers/entertainers in the country and this year we’re left with David Cook and David Archuletta. Really? These are the best America has to offer?  If we follow this logic than Jason Castro is the fifth most talented singer in America.

It’s time to take a break American Idol, maybe a few years. Let some younger kids grow into teenagers and get talented because clearly you’ve exhausted America’s talent pool over the first six seasons. Actually, it was probably after the fourth season, you know, after Carrie Underwood won.

Let’s talk about the aforementioned final two for a moment.  David Cook, you’re the worst. I’d argue as generic as any of the other “rockers” that AI has pawned off on us, except maybe Daughtry – he’s clearly the worst. So, congrats, David, upon reflection you’re the second worst.  David Cook doesn’t have the slightest idea what rock ‘n roll is. If kids are starting to believe American Idol when they say people like David Cook are rock ‘n roll, well then rock ‘n roll may officially die.

What may be the craziest thing is that Bo Bice is the most rock ‘n roll contestant ever and once you got past his bad Allman brother shtick, even he sucked.

And what about David Archuletta? Poor, young David Archuletta, he of the humble giggle and the crazy father.  He’s got a nice voice, I guess, but there is nothing memorable about him. He’ll probably win, but that won’t mean much because he’s going to disappear to wherever Taylor Hicks and Jordin Sparks’ voice went to.

Then there’s the judges. I’m starting to think they made a Randy Jackson robot. They programmed, like five phrases and set it to shuffle like an ipod. “You did your thing, dawg.”  “It was just alright for me.” “It was a bit pitchy.” Etc.

Then we have Paula. Well, Paula’s still pretty great, but when the most exciting part of your show is hearing what inane comments your host is going to bestow upon a bunch of mediocre future karaoke hosts, there’s a problem.

 And finally there’s Simon.  Mean ol’ Simon. Eh. Simon’s just not that big a deal anymore. Sure he’s mean, but it’s expected and it’s starting to come off as more snarky than biting. What is he expecting from people like Jason Castro or last year’s token “fat but funny” contestant Chris Sligh?  You picked these people, Simon Cowell. Maybe you’re the idiot.

So, American Idol, I know it will be difficult to hang it up and forego those hundreds of millions of dollars you make each season, but it’s time. It was time a few years ago. Please Retire American Idol.