The X-Factor is killing music. Fast. Each year it pulls turds off the street and polishes them, demonstrating that with a bit of glitter, a laser show and some exotic dancers any turd can be captivating. But how long before the sheen wears off and the stinking turd shows through? Let's be sure about one thing. The X-Factor cannot last. Its hold on our attention is limited by an ironic and (hopefully) fatal Shakespearean style character flaw. T...