When I see the hand-wringing over the rise of Italian politician Beppe Grillo, I can't help but think of a man complaining about cigarette smoke while his own derriere is on fire. Oh, don't get me wrong, Grillo is a wacko, for sure. I can't even take issue with the claim that he's a wicked wacko. But I also know this: one thing he isn't is a wacko without company.