I support this petition. Please cancel smallville. It is not the show that we all loved and liked to watch! Please just look at the ratings.

I support this petition.

You guys are so immature! If you don't like the show, why are you wasting your time by writing shit about it??! Why do you scum bags have to ruin it for everyone! Do you think it makes you cool. Stupid dumb fucks! Go die in a Ditch. Yeah i bet Tom Welling really wants to Kill himself. God, you guys really need to get a life. I met Tom Welling, he is a great actor and does an awesome job playing the role of Clark Kent!

This is our revised season poster! Very accurate!

Hi I'm actor Tom Welling. You might remember me from such gayfests as Smallville. I actually do eat bugs. It is something I like to do. What I most like to do is touch children. I endorse the fact that everyone who watches Smallville is a closet pedophile like me! It is a fact that watching Smallville causes AIDS. I am a faggot. The next season of Smallville will be called Gayville, so it stays true to the story and plotline we have created thus far. Major characters will include ass rapers only more than usual, yes it is possible. Lex Luthor likes men.

I DONT support this, I think you all suck, you gay ass faggets. If you hate the show so much why do you spend so much time thinking about it? Spend your time better,you friggin faggit. Smallville is the best show on TV, and anyone who is stupid enough to make a WHOLE friggin petition on a show, really needs to take a look at their patheic life. GO SUCK SOME BALLS ! SMALLVILLE ROCKS!

smallville sucks ass. stupid high school kids

smallville tolly sucks ass! omgwhy oh god, why

I know for a fact Tom Welling is gay. I recently sent him a fake kryptonian email and he totally thought I was asking him out. We did actually end up going to the movies together, but it got uncomfortable when he tried to squeeze into my wheelchair... with me still in it! Cancel Smallville, please!

i don't hate smallville , i am just disgusted with it.it should have been for the most 4 seasons, the story lines are becoming sickening to say the least and it is true that kristen kreuk(lana)can't act for her life, and so do most of the cast i really don't know what the hell these so called writers of smallville are thinking

Hi, this is Kaitlyn Standford again. I just wanted to say, that whoever impersonated me, is an idiot. And apparently a Smallville fan. Go figure. :)

Smallville is an embarrassment.

I hate Smallville too. Its an abomination that not only copies, but insults superior shows like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Dark Angel and X-men Evolution. This breed of programming should not be allowed to corupt our airwaves.

the audience is directed towards 5 year olds lana can't act Clark apparently eats bugs and tom welling.......is supposedly gay. (sigh) think of all the shows that could have filled that beautiful time slot............

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Beyond Commerica the night lay still and the croud was teeming with energy. The temperature was well below reasonable, yet the bleachers were filled beyond capacity and the vast croud showed the least sign of disturbance. Out on the pitcher’s mound I stood staring far into the night noting the menancing guestures and constant chants of disaproval gradually pecking away at my confidence. All depended solely on this game. The word centered its attention on us; more so me, in comparison to anyone else. The public eye was constantly directly above me leaving me in a constant state of anxiety when it is least appreciated. It wasn’t the least bit easy being the new guy to quickly advance into an event of such magnitude as the World Series, an event of such great importance many have spent their whole career in persuit of. Just this season I was thrown in the majors rapidly rose to the top, pitching perfect games and awarded the Cy Young award. But all was well, until today. The score were locked at 1-0 our lead and the night had been, to ours and the fans dismay, a worryingly close game throughout, leaving the fans at the edge of their seats. I stared at the Detroit Tigers dugout to find Curtis Granderson emerge from the bench and closely examamend him in hopes of reading him but came out wth nothing of significance. Curtis calmly strode to the batter box. A slight nervous tension was evident in his stance and was signaled a sinker. I shock my head in disagreement and signaled a one. With a slight nod from Duca, a curve ball whirled towards Granderson and it sunk right down low leaving a look of disapointment from the direction of Coach. But just then the empire with a slight argument with the other empire reached a consensus that it was good. Next was a deliberatly elivated fast ball resulting in Grandersons to just slightly hit the lower edge and force the ball up and over the immediate left well into the croud. Ruled a foul the count was 1-2. It s

SmallVille SUX

Deadpan expressions went out with the X-Files. Basing so many episodes on sex between kristin keruk and clark is as lame as it gets. Kristin is getting old with that im so shy bs, and clark couldn't make a proper timely facial gesture to save his life OR acting career. YES the writers stink! This is like a Dawsons Place rerun with kryptonite. This series has lost any sense of originality or charm and is in my opinion ready to just die. Famous last lamer lines I hate most are. 1.I should go 2.We shouldnt do this 3.I can't explain right now 4.It's complicated. Suck scenes which repeat way too often are numerous hospital scenes with each cast members and even a few temp characters. In my opinion, when you get to the hospital pity, waiting by the bed boohoo scenes, your series is on the way to the morgue. Same old tired script, different new actors. I can compare scenes and lines with series as far back as melrose place and 90210. There is nothing new worth watching anymore if it's all gonna just end up like this bs! In my opinion, the series should progress towards a more Superboy presence and less of a Hi School daze. After all, the main character no longer looks like a teen, and should move more towards making a costume and less on jeans and a T-Shirt. How for instance in one of the latest episodes does clark manage to fly a nuclear warhead to space while retaining his original levis and jacket? Wind shear alone would have ripped off at least the shirt, and when he stood beneath the blast cone of the missle his clothes should have at least been smoking. This and many other things are being ignored and sacrificed for the sake of drama and mushy bs which do nothing to progress the story line.

Smallville is AIDS