And there it is. Call it what you will, good, bad, or indifferent. That was finest 71 seconds of the entire Pedo Joe occupancy. He didn't fondle any children, or sniff anyone. He didn't mumble, stumble over, or forget his lines and his lies. He didn't wander off. He just poured what was left of his feeble black heart into his music. And for one brief, shining moment, America could know peace. Because he was occupied doing something that wasn't fucking up the country and that he wasn't a complete fuckup at. Treasure these moments. For they are far too few.