I sometimes think this world would be a better and happier place if more folk wee more intelligent in picking their vices:

See, because I smoke a corncob pipe, dust my nostrils with snuff, and have the occasional slug of slivovitz, I’ve got three vices that DON’T involve much in the way of madness.

If folk would just swap out one crazy vice (say, birtherism) for something a bit more staid, we’d all be spared no end of trouble.