Yesterday on our Superstar Talent Bitcom page, we got a comment on Episode 3. It came from a guy named John Kennedy. It said something like, “They did this on Extras, come up with something original.” Neil, who plays Avi on the show, woke me up and requested that I remove the comment, so I did.  I think we were hoping for a few good comments prior to the hate mail and/or law suits.

Paraphrasing this piece by Teddy Roosevelt, “It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.”

So for all of you who are the watchers and not the doers in life, you can have your opinion(s), I can respect that, it’s a free country. Most of the time I’ll just ignore you and keep going. Neil on the other hand, is an actor, my friend, and a sensitive soul. You hurt his feelings. (Don’t worry, he sees a pair of big breasts and he’s happy again). The point is, anything we put on this site is art and art will have critics and fans.

But realize this: I get to be a critic too. And I get the last word - which brings us back to John Kennedy.

You think I should do something original? First may I suggest you call David Chase and tell him that you think the Sopranos is just “another mob show.” Then call Broadway and tell them that bringing back "A Chorus Line" this fall is stupid – geez we’ve never seen that before – it’ll only sell out every show for the next ten years. I know you can’t, you’re too busy emailing Jenna Jameson and the porn industry and explaining how you’ve seen it all before. But if you really want to do something about people being derivative or unoriginal, why don’t you call your mom and tell her to change your name – John Kennedy? Where did she possibly come up with that? How can you ever tell anyone that they’re unoriginal? You’re walking irony. You wake up hacky. You’re not findable in a google search or a phone book. With that name you should be nervous that you’ll make it to fifty years old. Your dad was probably named John too, so you’re not even unique in your own stupid family. Who’s your mom, Rose? Ethel? Bobby?

Do us all a favor John John, take your peanut gallery self, change your name to something less ridiculous, like Osama Smith, and do something creative. Then show it to ten strangers and see what they think. You might actually think twice about broadcasting your cold timid opinion.