It's all nuts. Every bit of it. This isn't a country, it's a mad house. It's so crazy that you give up trying to point out how insane everybody is. You get tired, they wear you down. Then before you know it you just start to accept it for what it is. You begin to adapt, and then slowly you start to see some sense in it. The madness sets in and you forget yourself. There is an old story about a kingdom where the wells were poisoned. Everybody who drank from the water became insane, and eventually everybody succumbed until finally the only person left sane was the king. He took a look around and despaired so finally he drank and joined his subjects.