My grandmother used to go off on riddlesome rants in the early stages of Allzheimer's, before she began to forget things. She knew what we were all up to, and what we were thinking, and she was 100% sure she was right. We couldn't figure her out at first, but as it progressed, it became apparent she was not living in the same world as we were.
I'm bored. I'm going to go now, get a life, and ponder the socio-political ramifications of how coffee with chicory produces some pleasant bowel movements.
By the way, Art- I've been doing this almost as long as you have. Glad I'm not as clueless and stuck in the past.