I have determined that the easiest way to extract information from me is to play salsa music non stop. After four hours of it, with one more to go, I would admit to killing JFK if it will make the show stop. I'm so bored by this show that I'm blogging. In the middle of it.

I'm not alone, though. Looking aroud, about 1/4 if the crowd is sleeping or nodding off. They're certainly not dancing, which is what I understand you're supposed to do. I just want to go to bed.