And now I’m getting hate mail for this post.

The Birchers were here long before you were even born. Whatever their
foibles and quirks (and they have plenty) what have you done to even
merit worthiness to clean their socks? I suppose when one exists in and
covets the favor of the public eye, one becomes convinced of their own
indispensibility and self-importance.
At least they go to the trouble to footnote the Constitution.
Remember that document?
Why don’t you erect a shrine in your own honor we can all assemble
before and worship you? Come on. I need a new deity.
Get a grip already boy!
Mike in Irvine