Thanks to the broad open-door policy of America's Got Talent, our national pride is bolstered weekly with fine examples backing up that bold title statement. And then there's this guy. 

By the way, pal, a drunken cartoon hillbilly, the Munchkins from the Wizard of Oz, the psychotic boogying hobo by the freeway exit and three of the less-coordinated members of the chorus in Mrs. Abernathy's sixth-grade class production of Oklahoma just called. They want their moves back. 

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Any connection between the preceding clip and the following plug for our What A Douche! photo gallery is purely coincidental.

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