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Some people are doubting Susan Boyle. One gambling site in Ireland has this posted in their site about her:

Cynics among us will suggest there was something fishy about Susan Boyle's appearance on Britain's Got Talent – and we don't mean her body odour. Some have implicated that her doughty appearance and simple lifestyle were exaggerated to increase the impact of her majestic voice. With Ant and Dec involved, we bet the price of a phone call that it was. Some 30 million YouTube hits later, the Scottish beauty and 48 year old virgin has a world audience and is to go on a date with Piers Morgan. Morgan said Boyle had "great appeal and charm" and invited her out as both were interviewed on American talk show Larry King Live. Cherries for desert? Is backing Boyle to top the US Billboard Hot 100 Singles chart in 2009 @ 7/4 virgin on the ridiculous?

Come on people, give the lady a break!

But here is something from NytPost that can make you stop and think:

In the past five days, Susan Boyle has been invited to appear on Oprah, interviewed on all three network morning shows and covered by news outlets all over the world - many of which have descended on her hamlet, where she lives alone with her cat, Pebbles. She is the favorite to win the competition and it's likely she'll sing for the Queen. Cowell will probably sign her to his record label.

But there is something disturbing about the collective rejection-embrace-elevation of Susan Boyle. There is the element of self-congratulation in the viral spread of this link around the Web, the idea that we, the secondary viewers, the judges of those who are judging, are far more evolved. There is the clip itself, suspiciously ready-made for online consumption: A 7-minute movie, slick and pithy in its perfect execution of the underdog narrative. (That something like "Rocky" took two hours to tell now seems antediluvian.) There is the classic David vs. Goliath subplot, the primal satisfaction of seeing the bully (Cowell) slain by such a seemingly inferior force. And there is the profound desire for this entire thing to be authentic, which in and of itself suggests that it probably isn't. Not since P.T. Barnum has there been a show business master of the trompe l'oeil like Simon Cowell.

You be the judge :)