Reality TV feeds America's insatiable appetite for embarrassing moments, tacky behavior and freaks. In between, there's actually a shred or two of genuine entertainment.

We drove by the car wreck known as America's Got Talent last night. We watched last week, too. Oddly fascinating. And deliciously illogical when you consider the title and try to reconcile that with the fact that it features David Hasselhoff, Sharon Osborne and Jerry Springer. America may have talent, but do Osborne and Springer have any disernible talents? And have you ever heard "The Hoff" sing? No further questions, your honor.

We didn't see any comedians on last week's installment. Last night was a different story.

They showed an entire (but necessarily brief) set by a comic named Philadelphia Plowden, who dwelt mostly on Hurricane Katrina. He was loud, he was in command and he was confident. And he advanced to the next round.

They disposed of the other comics by showing them in short clips, with lots of quick cuts and sound effects. Edited mainly to show the comics in a bad light, and to demonstrate the quick wit of the judges. And to elicit laughs... but at the expense of the comedians.

One such victim of the aforementioned treatment was Ricardo Aleman, a NY-based comedian, whom we had the pleasure of working with at the Funny Fest in Calgary a few years back, when he was going by the name of Rick Mann. Aleman, though very funny and more than capable, was, from what they showed last night, in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Comics be forewarned: If you are at all subtle, AGT is not the show for you! You'll be following bad knife-throwers, fat chicks in fishnets, delusional cross-dressers and aging jugglers who drop shit! Not the easiest gig in the world. It's like performing on a discount cruise ship. (Mann did manage to get in a pretty good dig at The Hoff! And the editors left it in! Surely an indication that the producers are none too happy with Hasselhoff's multiple *TWI offenses!)

The Three Redneck Tenors were highly entertaining. They'll probably not win the million bucks, but they should land a permanent gig in Branson or Tunica.

* TWI: Taping While Intoxicated