There is not one scintilla of surprise to be found here in how the good doctor runs his rusty-squeezebox of a talkshow. The Oz mode d'emploi is found in almost the entire breadth of hokem and clap-trap created for television in his name and, not-coincidentally, in another's: Harpo Productions (Oprah)
His enervated "direction" of aides and co-producers in the developing and airing of a segment featuring people and information that, presumably— while reading byline in a make-up chair— he himself only discovered 15 minutes prior to, is idiocy on priceless display.
