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I hate this season, I really do. All of the teams suck. And I don't know how much longer I can stand watching Rob and Amber . . . they're just so . . . so . . . despicable. When they not only came in first, but then won a trip to London, my favorite place in the world . . . it was like a knife through my heart.

Line of the night does go to Rob, though:

"It was like I was born with a lucky horse shoe shoved up my ass."

One can only hope, Rob. One can only hope . . .

Update: Teevee.org sums it up nicely:

You know, there’s nothing in the rules of The Amazing Race that says you can’t bribe people to withhold information from other contestants or con people you’re pretending to be aligned with into giving you money. There’s certainly not a rule that you shouldn’t act like a smug, preening jackass every time a camera is pointed in your general direction. But there’s nothing that says I’ve got to pretend you belong in the Good Guy Club either.

Above and beyond that, do Rob and Amber really need to be on television anymore? They have their $1 million. They have their 15 minutes of fame. Let someone else have a turn. If we keep letting the Rob and Ambers, the Ryan and Tristas, the fucking Ruperts appear on our television sets, we will never be rid of them.

Or to put it another way, to root for Rob and Amber to win The Amazing Race is like rooting for Bill Gates to find a satchel full of money, like hoping that the vain, stuck-up captain of the football team gets laid this weekend, like cheering for the tank to run over that kid in Tiananmen Square. They have the ethics of geckos with their tales caught and represent everything rotten and foul about modern life — excessive pride in worthless achievements, the inability to distinguish notoriety from accomplishment, the abiding belief that the ends justify how crappy you treat your fellow human beings.

Posted 23 March 2005 at 08:51 AM