Years of doing the right thing is commendable. Most functioning at his level in society do that; they do the “right thing” and behave responsibly.

He did it for thirty-five years, maybe more. He climbed that corporate ladder, raised a family, bought the 'correct' homes, saved for retirement, helped others succeed, performed civic duties and became recognized as a pillar of society.

As the decades passed, society gradually chipped at that pillar. Self-righteous stockbrokers masquerading as friends fed their egos and bank accounts by screwing clients out of their last penny.  They began the pillar chipping.  Along with the brokers, there were the crooked lawyers who screw everyone in order to come out on top and maximize their fee from both sides.  Let us not forget the phony religious zealots pleading for financial help for their church until they depart, unannounced, for Belize in their private jets and retire to the lap of luxury joining self-appointed and twice convicted notorious mafia kingpins of Key Largo. Those are some of the pillar chipping mongrels he became weary of.

Let us not forget the good in our society. There are many who are good and treat other humans without malice, but sadly, they appear to remain greatly outnumbered.  Through years of doing good, decades of responsibility, he never missed a beat.

Then came that day when it all went to hell. He did not recognize it at first, no one sounded the starting gun, he didn’t know it was time to run.  Had he known, he might have gotten a gun.

Deep down in his psyche, getting ready to come to his aid, the renegade neurons assembled to scheme their break from the norm to which they had become accustomed.

And finally, the day came when it happened.

He told the lawyers and the stockbrokers, the investment bankers, the fake friends and civic leaders, and the righteously thieving ministers to fuck off. 

Because his wife was embedded in the schemes of those scoundrels, she was divorced.  A gorgeous woman, as his wife, known to frequently referred to the scoundrels as "our friends, our network, our community."  Because his children had run amuck, having been suckled by private schools and universities, he lost tolerance for them and their antics and rejected them, cut them off.  Because he had reached his fill of being duped, abused, and swindled.  He rebelled against it all.

After more than three decades of doing all the “right things”, he stopped!

He embarked on a mission of rebellion. He traveled to foreign lands. He drank strange brews. He ingested mind-altering substances. He engaged in sexual adventures with whores, and he thought he’d now begun living life the way a highly successful man should live.  The image so often presented to the world by Hollywood.  Realistically though, he had no idea of how one should live life, or what living the high life was all about.  Why?  Because he had always done the “right thing”.  He never deviated from the societal norm for corporate standards as was expected of executives - the media assured he and others like him adhered to the norm. 

Giving deep thought to his transformation, he knew he could quickly learn to be proficient at the opposite. 

Where were those friends who enjoyed his family and his company, who ate his food and drank his whiskeys, who enjoyed the benefits of his investments? Gone!  Because he'd stopped doing the "right thing", their wives sided with the wives of the others, as women do, and forbade their men to associate with the one who threw in the towel and said, “no more.” The wives feared his new behaviors had a potential of being contagious, contaminating their husbands. “Stay away from him,” they commanded, and their husbands did as ordered.

When he began associating with and sleeping with the whores who fit so nicely into society during daylight hours, was when he began to learn and understand that they were not unlike the lawyers, the stockbrokers, the ministers, the politician, and some of the other's wives with whom he had associated throughout his life. They all had the same objective – to get a piece of his stash, to get their hands on his cash.  

It did not take him long to comprehend that the fun of sleeping and living with whores was not much different than his respectful life in suburbia; similarities abound. Finally, after years of trying the various ideas of the fun life presented to society, years of living on the wild side, he took a look around, assessed the situation and said: “What the fuck?!  What the hell is wrong with me?!”

With that final realization he began to flounder, finding all sort of activities to occupy his mind, occupy his time, and make himself feel as though he was accomplishing something, anything.  Upon that realization, he expelled the whores, just as his friends had expelled him in the earlier stages of his transition, and began flying solo without complaint; lost, without a map.  But as we should have all learned during our study of literature, not all who wander are lost.

He sought the love of a woman who had guided him before the whores.  She failed to have faith in his proclamation of being revived, his declaration of having found himself.  She played but failed to commit.  He had given her sufficient reason to not join him, to refuse to commit.

Then it happened!  January 20, 2017, dawned; the day of change for everyone.  January 20, 2017 was the day the world began to get visions of how destructive the renegade neurons can be, regardless of one's title, financial capabilities, or one's position in society.

On that third Monday of January 2017, he was brought back from the deluge that the renegade neurons of his psyche instructing him to implement ten years earlier. On that January day he stopped spinning in circles and began watching the elected leader of America, Donald J. Trump, spin in circles, doing much of the same things as he had personally done for a decade.  The media's continuous display of the insanity of America's leader helped him return to normality and aided with his return to doing "the right thing” again. 

He reverting to behaviors practiced before his psychotic separation from society: Discipline, Order, Focus, Acceptable Fun. He slowly regained his soul which had been on a decade long break.

By coincidence, with his change, America began its change as well.  The new President, Donald J. Trump, tried to take control of this nation and in the process, allowed the World to see how the destructive renegade neurons can screw up the human psyche.  It quickly became obvious that America's leader was completely under the control of his renegade neurons which, until his appointment as President, quietly waited from the power Donald's new title would garner. Those who had dealt with these renegades, those out-of-control fellas, knew precisely what was taking place when they heard others, like Trump, make declarations which experienced survivors knew as insanity created by the renegade neurons.  The same symptoms that Hitler, Mussolini and Putin were cursed with.  They never understood it.  They allowed the world to see the insanity these little neurons created.

It was Donald he thanked for being such an exceptional example for all that is the opposite of the "right thing" and thus allowing his return to sanity. ​ As he said to his therapist: "When I saw how one has no idea of the renegade neurons being in control and constantly spews forth insane demands and commands, it is not difficult to want to return to being a respected and respectful citizen.  But it is difficult to see it because the insanity is so gratifying, at first."   Those who are able to identify the insanity created by those renegade neurons have a chance to recover, some totally, some somewhat, yet others are too far gone, even once they identify their insanity.  Donald Trump is one of those who is too far gone.

Postscript: There were some good women in the mix of those fun-loving whores he enjoyed during his period of rebellion and temporary insanity.  Regretfully, as collateral damage victims, some of them got burned, just like he'd been burned earlier in life.  It took time, but a love that had burned within, but was suppressed for much of this period of insanity, came through strong and took a grip of his heart and soul.  

With the renegade neurons expelled from his soul, he knows that he has nothing but time to validate his passion for one woman, a guide who enlightened him periodically of his insanity.  If she ever believes him or not is of lesser importance than him knowing that he is permanently cured of the renegade invaders.  If this woman does nothing more than provide guidance, he will know he succeeded at expelling the demons.  

The financial grabbing marauders who were disguised as friends, the whores, the drunks who wanted him to join their ranks, and the pseudo friends from his years of "doing the right thing," before he began doing the opposite, made propositions to reenter his life.  Fortunately, with his vast experiences and with guidance from his guide, he recognized the efforts of those without intentions and who only appear to be doing the right thing in their efforts to reenter his life. Those scoundrels were recognized and permanently expelled. 

After all he has experienced, he has returned to doing the right thing on his own, without those who want a piece of his action to infiltrate his being.  The ongoing guidance from the two, honest and faithful individuals in his life continue to help him remain intact.  Their periodic reminders of his episodes while under the influence of the renegade neurons are instrumental.  To the corporate jungle he refused to return and instead, began serving the youth of his community in helping them find their way.  

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