re: #46 Islamo-Masonic Conspirator

“The road is cleared,” said Galt. “We are going back to the world.” He raised his hand and traced in space the sign of the dollar. The mental health commission members who were examining him were not amused.

By any chance, have you read The Good Soldier Švejk? Because that reminds me of a passage in the Jaroslav Haᘞk’s masterful satire.

“Long live our sacred Emperor, Franz Joseph I, gentlemen.”
The case was clear as daylight; the doctors conferred and immediately concluded that Švejk was surely a madman.
Svejk’s spontaneous declaration of loyalty to the Emperor disposed of a whole range of questions, and there remained only a few very important questions which were needed so that from Svejk’s answers the initial opinion could be confirmed according to the system of the psychiatrist Dr Kallerson, Dr Heveroch, and the Englishman, Weiking.
“Is radium heavier than lead?”
“Please sir, I haven’t weighed it,” answered Svejk with his sweet smile.
“Do you believe in the end of the world?”
“I’d have to see that end first,” Svejk answered nonchalantly. “But certainly I shan’t see it tomorrow.”
“Would you know how to calculate the diameter of the globe?”
“No, I’m afraid I wouldn’t,” answered Svejk, “but I’d like to ask you a riddle myself, gentlemen.
Take a three-storied house, with eight windows on each floor. On the roof there are two dormer windows and two chimneys.
On every floor there are two tenants. And now, tell me, gentlemen, in which year the house-porter’s grandmother died?”