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Your Humble Blogger randomly opened a book of the letters of William Allen White to a letter dated December 27, 1916, addressed to Mr. White’s political buddy, the erstwhile President of the United States, Theodore Roosevelt. It begins like this:

My Dear Colonel:

Man! You are clean, plumb crazy; wild as a bedbug about the West.
It goes on for a bit, and concludes:

You must not assume that because I think you are a fit companion for the March Hare and the Mad Hatter, politically, that we do not both love you to death and would not go along wherever you would lead. But we are entitled to our opinion, and at the moment a conservative statement of our opinion is that your letter indicates that you should be in the madhouse; in the padded cell of the madhouse; chained in the padded cell of the madhouse; where we should send you our affectionate seasonal greetings.

Tolerabimus quod tolerare debemus,
-Vardibidian.