Joy and Sympathy

In case you didn't know, I watch "The View." No, really, I do. What can I say? There's not a lot on before I go to bed. In fact, the Tivo is paused on it right now as I type this. . . and this is something that needs to be typed.
I feel so sorry for Joy Behar. The one-time comic-relief has been forced into the position of "Sane One." I have so much sympathy for her as she tries to inject sanity into discussions which are skewed by some combination of Sherri Lewis' idiocy, Elisabeth Hasselhoff's talking-points-conservatism, and Whoopi's drug-addled, rarely-on-topic ramblings.
Is it strange that Fred Armisen's imitation of her engenders in me a sense of filial respect?