Count me among the latter.
Yea, verily, at last I subscribe in good faith to one of the many conspiracy theories in which royal court enthusiasts have been awash lo these five years.
Nay, Obama be not a man of Kenyan born, and neither in cabineteering packs he a 'Marxist Reader,' nor with double toil and trouble doth Obama bewitch the Bureau of Labor Statistics.
But that POTUS would claim his Camp Davidian retreats are devoted to popping clay pigeons? In high dudgeon I bewhiff a trace of skulduggery in this.
Produce the spent cartridges, I say. And the camouflage clothing, too, for evidentiary vestiges of presidential white powder. And above all, call Darrell Issa.