© 2018 Raymond Cannefax

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. Climbed that corporate ladder, raised a family, bought the proper homes, saved for retirement, helped people succeed, performed civic duties in his community, became a pillar of society.

As the decades passed, society gradually began chipping at that pillar; self-righteous stock brokers masquerading as friends who feed their egos and bank accounts by screwing their clients out of their last penny 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, and 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, on a beach, next to the self-appointed and twice convicted notorious prince of Key Largo. Those were 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 seem to be greatly outnumbered.  

Years of doing good - decades of responsibility – he never missed a beat.

Then one day it all went to hell. He didn’t know 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.

Down deep in his psyche, getting ready to come to his aid, the renegade neurons gathered to scheme their break from the norm.

And then one day it happened.

He told the lawyers and the stock brokers, the fake friends and the civic leaders, and the thieving ministers to fuck off. 

Because his wife was embedded in their scheme of things he divorced her.  She frequently referred to the scoundrels as "our friends, our network, our community."  Because his children had run a muck, having been suckled by private schools and universities, he lost tolerance for them and their antics.  Because he'd reached his fill, he rebelled against it all.

The renegade neurons had built an army and prevailed, and when the time was right, they released their soldiers.

After almost four 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 altering substances. He started sexual adventures with whores and he thought he’d now begun living life the way one should. But, he really had no idea of how one should truly live life.  Why?  Because all he had ever done was the “right thing”. Giving deep thought to his transformation, he knew he could 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 wines, who enjoyed 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.” It could be contagious the wives feared. “Stay away from him,” they commanded, and their men did as instructed.

When he began associating with and sleeping with the whores who fit so nicely into society during the daylight hours, is when he began to learn and understand that they were not so unlike the lawyers, the stock brokers, the ministers, the executives, and a few of the wives he’d been around his entire 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 the fun life, 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 time to make himself feel he was accomplishing something, anything.  Upon that realization, he expelled the whores, just as his friends had expelled him earlier in life, and he began to fly solo without complaint,  lost and without a map.  But not all who wander are lost.

Then it finally happened – January 20, 2017 arrived.  The day of change for everyone.  The day the world began to see how destructive the renegade neurons can really be, regardless of one's title or position in society.

That day in January brought him back from the deluge which the renegade neurons of his psyche instructing him to implement ten years earlier. On January 20, 2017 he stop spinning in circles and began watching the leader of his Nation spin in circles, doing much of what he had personally done for a decade.  The media's continuous display of insanity helped his return to normality, and his return to doing the "right thing” began. 

He reverting to behaviors he’d practiced before the break: Discipline, Order, Focus, Fun. 

By coincidence, with his change, our Nation began its change as the new President, Trump, tried to take control and in the process, let the World see how these destructive renegade neurons can mess up the human psyche.  It was obvious that the Nation's leader was still under the control of renegade neurons. Those who had dealt with these renegade fellas knew it when they heard others make declarations that those experienced knew as  insanity being created by the renegades.  

It was Donald that he thanked for being such an exceptional example for all that is the opposite of the "right thing" and allowing him to 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 spewing forth insane demands and commands, it is not difficult to want to return to being a respected and respectful citizen." 

Post Script: There were some good women in the mix of those fun-loving whores he'd enjoyed during his period of rebellion.  Regretfully, as collateral damage victims, they got burned, just like he'd been burned earlier in life.