Was there anything other than America’s Got Talent on TV last night? Is there ever? We accidentally got sucked into watching the last 45 minutes of what was another two-hour installment (seems, somehow, that when you’re surfing, you can’t help but run into it). Everything about the show is so appalling that, once it gets inside your Sony, it’s really hard to turn off (although America seems to be doing that in droves, surprisingly). From Regis to the three halfwit “judges” to the timewarped “talent” who think it’s still 1955, the show is a throwback to simpler times – wrote huge. And, ironically, it showcases just how untalented Americans are. Last night, with 10 or so finalists to choose from, the judges put their heads together and idiotically chose Rapping Granny to go up against whoever the viewing audience votes for in the final (we can only hope) showdown. Rapping Granny won, over the stilt-walkers, over the grade-school Janis Joplin, the fire-juggler, the electric fiddler. We thought short-lived amateur novelty acts with salty seniors began with Mrs Miller and ceased with Gerty Molzen. Take a look at last night’s winner.