I have never watched so much as one minute of “Dancing With the Stars,” but next week, that ends. I’m watching and watching, until the end when (I presume) one votes, and I’m casting mine for Bristol Palin. I don’t care if she dances worse than Jesse Ventura; she’s got my nod. And you know why…because if she wins, it will make the liberal cuckoo clocks even nuttier than usual. Can you imagine the conspiracy theories that’ll be running around the next day? Palin Derangement Syndrome will suddenly be triggered by a second Palin, and the libs will get twice as nuts, twice as often. It’s all worth it, boys and girls; get in your vote for Bristol.