The trouble with having a certifiable loon as your ostensible “commander in chief” is that the other loons are liable to mistake his noise for signal.

“Say, Ebrahim, where’s the Great Satan’s aircraft carrier going? Who the hell is calling the shots over there, anyway?”

“The only shot this one cares about is the seven-iron he just shanked into the water hazard, your Supreme Leadership.”

* Apologies to Randy Newman.