With its angular rhythm tics and woodblock percussion, Latin Freestyle sounded like a cross between Gary Numan and Tito Puente.

Granted, it wasn't that much of a reach to line up panels of Wal-Mart gross-outs for that bearbaiting audience of hers to hoot and gibber at; and it's also true that her guests, more than those on other shows, do routinely show up for the taping in outfits so grotesque they can turn unwary spectators to stone.

Frock-coated plutocrats started from it when they took their gout to Vichy, or Carlsbad.

I think we made a meaningful contribution to this project today.