PRAISE FOR THE BOO BOOS:The Honey Boo Boos rock. I often check in on those hunka-hunka burnin’ rednecks when surfing from ghost shows to playoff games. I like what I see. Admittedly, that could stem from a humanistic inability to turn away from train wrecks and steaming pizzas. Still, I salute their saltiness.

I’m serious as pickled pork rinds here, for one multi-toothed reason: The entire Boo Boo clan smiles and laughs more before lunch than I do in a week of meals – and I like to think of…