I have a relative who is just out there. Clinically insane is probably the best description (well, paranoid delusional would be better, as she has coated a wall with tinfoil to prevent a young man from watching her use the bathroom), but she has never been actually diagnosed. Which is another story.
In any case, she lives in her own world, a world which stopped evolving some time in the 1930s. Add in the fact that she’s a devout Catholic and you get a very strict, rigid personality. She’s constantly offended by the real world. (I realize that most Catholics are perfectly able to go a day without being offended. I also realize that most Catholics are sane. She does not fit into either rubric.) She gets strange ideas, and she has no problem with telling the world about them.
An idea she has expressed around me recently is that advertisements that have sex appeal cause dictatorships, or that a society that allows sex-based advertising will soon have a dictatorship because of it. She’s not too clear. Here’s an idea of how my conversation with her went:
Her: Sex in advertising causes dictatorships.
Me: How?
Her: You’re driving down the road and you see a two-thirds naked woman on a billboard. People used to have decency, but now we’re bombarded with ads that have mostly nude people in them. People should write to Congress and say ads like that should be banned.
Me: No, banning those ads will lead to a dictatorship.
Her: People will get sick of those ads. They should get on their Congressmen to ban them.
It gradually tapered out from there. Like taking a baseball bat to a swarm of gnats, no? She wouldn’t do well in politics (let’s all hope).
Another idea she’s had is that the government should be able to horsewhip people. For any crime that doesn’t merit death, that is. Pleasant woman, neh?
Her: The government should horsewhip people like that!
Me: No, that’s cruel and unusual and bears a resemblence to what the Nazis would do.
Her: Don’t speak to me about Nazis! I was alive then. [True, she was in Austria during WWII. Didn’t teach her a damned thing, apparently.]
Me: Then you should know that torturing people is wrong.
Her: Well, I wasn’t talking to you.
Truly, a wet match could explode her arguments.