I suffered anger last night, not angst. I get so aggravated with the pot stirrers who like to rile everyone up. What causes me angst is our inability to tell them off. It would make me feel so much better, if I could. I want to tell them how selfish I think they are, in that they cannot be satisfied, ever. I want them to get so disgusted that they go away and find some other celebrity at which to spew their venom. I suffered fools needlessly by reading their crap. Shame on me. That made me angry.

I know in my very soul that Clay Aiken is destined for greatness and will be here for a long, long time. I know he has lessons to learn and that is not always easy, but with love and support he will deal, he will grow and he will prosper.

Long Live the King of Hearts!