Wow, 19 posts and no mention of trailer hitch balls? (Seen here and discussed here.) How much more hideously tacky can you get?
Upon preview, I think freckafree may have answered my question.
Oh, my god.
But, then… Thomas Kinkade Garden Of Prayer Travel Umbrella
This, for example, does not remind me of anything I would put in my house.
About 1968, at the now-defunct Palisades Amusement Park in New Jersey, I purchased the tackiest thing I have ever seen.
A sno-globe of The Crucifixion.
The flakes swirling merrily around Jesus’s tortured body give the scene a truly macabre air.
Oh, no. You haven’t mined the depths of tacky Judaica until you’ve seen this, this, or [/url=“Judaica & Jewish Gifts | Celebrate Hanukkah With Menorahs, Dreidels, & More | Judaica.com”]these.
The first two go to flashing flag pins, the first to an Israeli flag, the second to a flashing Israeli flag crossed with a US flag. The third link goes to a section of Jewish-themed stuff for pets. There’s nothing like having Fido chewing on a stuffed dreidel with little doggie icons where the letters ought to go.
Robin
Upon closer examination of the link provided in the OP, I have unearthed several more products that probably deserve to be reburied.
Theres theWhitey Tighty Farting Keychain, the High Heel Cake Server, the Beer Mug Lights, the Tree Face and equally stupid Leprechaun Face, the Spooky Bride and Groom, the Sunbathing Pigs, theFarting Teddy and (unfortunately) the list goes on. I’d dredge up more of this stuff, but I can feel my faith in humanity waining as I realize that people actually spend money on this stuff. God help us.
Dear Og. This remote control holder looks just like the pug my grandma used to have. She’d probably love it.
They all come with a certificate of authenticity to assert that Kinkade has personally peed on every single one!
Nothing says Amish like an electric lamp. 
Okay, no they don’t, really. They probably should, though…
Oh, wouldn’t it be great if we could buy a house and furnish it with all of these, and open it as a Museum of Bad Taste? We could have guides working there, clad in Harriet Carter regalia, like the With You Were Hair hat, and the clever T-shirts!
I am ashamed (well, not really) to say that I nearly bought one of these in Las Vegas for a friend of mine that is quite the breast man.
The Mad TV version:
Oh, snap. Do you suppose Lillian Vernon and Harriet Carter live next door to each other and hate each other’s guts, like a tacky Midwestern Olivia de Havilland and Joan Fontaine?
WINNAH!
You apparently have never driven on Rte. 30 east of Lancaster and seen the tourist-trap store called “Amish Stuff”.
I have yet to see anything that meets the deep-down tackiness of the pop-up World Trade Center coins, as mentioned in the OP. And they’re advertised on TV! Even Faith Mountain isn’t advertised on TV.
Yes, at least Kinkster Mountain doesn’t claim to contain a piece of the True Cross.
Pop-Up Coin: “WARNING! MAY CONTAIN TRACE AMOUNTS OF DEAD RELATIVES.”
I guess I am just a traditionalist. I know a person who bought a felt painting of Elvis and John Wayne shaking hands in heaven (well, in the clouds) and watching over a group of soldiers deployed in a desert somewhere.
He said he purchased it in New Mexico. I believe Tucumcari. He said a guy was selling them from his van along one of the main streets. He said he got a great deal. He said the man wanted $100 but he got him down to $75.
I think this tomahawk deserves a mention. Fitting four wolves, an indian and two eagles onto a single 12-inc piece of home decor results in a dangerously high cliche level. And with all the feathers and crap it looks like it was made from owl pellets.
I think if you’d graft a remote control fart machine inside a singing bass, you could sell quite a few.
I once lived down the street from a lady whose lawn had a concrete Jesus with thorns all around His exposed heart, and a garish purple robe. At His feet was a semicircle of cutesy little plywood-and-faux-fleece sheep. One was black and the rest were white. They weren’t in the same scale; next to Jesus, the sheep looked like wee little fluffy terriers.
After all this time, you can still buy a window sticker with angel wings and a halo on a big number 3. This signifies ongoing worship of NASCAR driver Dale Earnhardt, Sr., who died in a last lap crash several years ago. Dale, Jr. finds this embarrassing.