Madness is all around. You can be shat on by people who will insist that you managed to shit on the front of your own shirt, while wearing it. They’ll be adamant about it, angry when you try to point out it would have been impossible, demonstrate the angle of the sphincter relative to the landing zone, show the limited throw range of the asshole itself. Proof?
“There you go, again…” as Reagan, probably already senile, kept chuckling at his debate opponent every time the guy made a good point.