Sarah Palin cranks the crazy up to 11 . . .

. . . and then rips the knob right off the amplifier.

I imagine that being a non-Wingnut Republican these days is like being in one of those hyper-dysfunctional families where Uncle Bob always gets trashed at family gatherings and moons everybody before falling face first into the jello mold.

You just sort of have to close your eyes and pretend you didn’t see that.