 that the guy was senile, and they have been every bit as helpful in not only covering it up, but making sure that if you even so much as hinted at the fact that he was obviously three sandwiches short of a picnic, you know what they called you. Yeah, say it with me. Conspiracy theorist, right-wing extremist, and you might even get a visit from some three-letter agency, or worse. And the press knew they had better keep their mouth shut.