Delusional
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It used to be the case that finding delusional people was pretty straightforward.
One went to a mental asylum, knocked on the door and asked to speak to Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte.
After some hollering and screaming, even on a bad day, at least half a dozen guys would be presented.
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