In step

All else being equal, pari passu, the pace of an idiot doesn't vary much. After all, there is a constance to stupidity, otherwise it would simply be temporary lack of judgment, possibly excusable, or permanently self-inflicted brain damage, laughably eccentric. When the irrational activity recurs at a stable daily rate, you know you've got a true idiot goose-stepping along with his inner cacophony.