But I found the basic Latin-X signature…the spirit of it…the Central- or Caribbean-American, Puerto Rican or Cuban sugar-cane-cutting atmosphere quite enjoyable and electric…I admired the boldness of the zero-apologies, we’re-not-Kid-Rock-Americans-and-we-don’t-wanna-be attitude.
Trump hated it, of course, but Bad Bunny’s horribly-tailored white pants aside, it was fine.