I waiting for the day when one reporter, frustrated beyond all reason, suddenly turns green and grows in mass, ripping through his clothes. Then he'll jump up with an animal growl and rip the head off SM. Inside will be the workings of a wind-up toy.
Either a wind-up toy, or a long-term psychological experiment in cognitive dissonance. As we speak, some scientists are looking at the recent data trying to figure out if his skull has the structural integrity to withstand the incredible pressure.
I wonder if he believes what he says, or knows he's mostly full of crap, or believes both at different times. Maybe he manages to hold both beliefs at the same time, in some kind of zen-like way.