Based on Bronze Age campfire stories.

And winning on the Republican Party Platform - "Oooh, We Dunno, Whatever HE Says" - no less. Whataguy.

CORIOLANUS ... A small bookend on your #4: As World War 2 raged and the US dithered (Republicans tried killing Lend-Lease as late as spring 1941), a half-brother of mine left his native US, traveled north and enlisted in the Royal Canadian Dragoons. Wearing the black beret and springbok badge, he definitely had himself a war. He had the shakes the rest of his life, but never questioned why an American should enlist in a Canadian outfit. "Longest undefended border in the world," he often said enthusiastically with a smile. I'm not glad he's dead now, but seeing this he might be.

Another of Old Yeller's "solutions" for a nonexistent problem. The senescent grifter cannot read a room. "Go away" doesn't sink in, apparently, as childish obsessions hold sway.

When Der Fuehrer says, "Is this the master race?"
We heil, heil right in Der Fuehrer's face
Not to love Der Fuehrer is a great disgrace
So we heil, heil right in Der Fuehrer's face
(Oliver George Wallace, "Der Fuhrer's Face,' 1942)