Latrating

With everything boiling over; with everyone rapping, yakking, or latrating, it would restore dignity to a number of America’s newspapers if the objectivity of their reporting would harden in direct proportion to the subjectivity of the story being reported.

I once saw a big dog plunging out furiously as a passing car, and, as I watched him, his gait looked peculiar. The reason for this eccentricity became clear when he returned from his latrating orgy: he had only three legs.

That seems to be, nowadays, the barker’s pet name for his latrating art.