That's true. I mean, about him being almost too dumb to function. When I look at him, I make a little change in an old rhyme:

My name is Ron Yonson,

I come from Visconsin,

I vork in a lumbermill dere.

Ven I go down de shtreet

All de peeple I meet

Dey saaaaaay,

'Vot's your name?'

And I saaaay, (repeat ad nauseam)

Bastard probably thinks he's being charitable when he invites the poor to eat his mill's sawdust!!