That’s definitely his affect. But you need to also consider Rogan as this stand-in patsy for every snake oil salesman who can cover the booking fee.
It’s less some Mongolian barbarian from the steppes doing his best Conan impression while asking where wind comes from.
More Rogan playing the gullible rube at the County Fair who walks up through the crowd with a limp and asks the Miracle Cure Man whether his lineament oil really can cure every ache and pain. Then he gets a rub down, wiggles his knees, and starts dancing on stage in amazement.
So much of his show boils down to ads. Buy my Book. Buy my Bitcoin. Buy my Health Supplement. Buy my Political Candidacy. And just about everyone on that show pays for the privilege to be there.