An interesting thought experiment: I think he’s full of shit, you think he’s full of himself. Maybe there’s a “theory of everything” here somewhere. E = shit squared?

The safest strategy with people like him is to assume there is no floor, and that for everyone else’s safety, he should be humanely put down on that floor next to his morality.

And I mean put down in the sense we talk about our aged pets, and I know it’s truly better than he deserves.