I suppose I should admit I am wrong when, in the rare case, I am.
And in this particular case, I have to admit I am wrong. Based on this link, it is clear that there is a family in America that is more fucked up than my ex's.
Read at your own risk.
Incidentally, whether or not my ex's father ever hit on his daughter(s) remains open to speculation, depending on who you talk to and the level of sobriety involved. The only fact that cannot be disputed is he contracted herpes not from a toilet seat, as he claimed, but from a prostitute (in hindsight, certainly, there is not much difference).
Good times, man, good times.