Imagine an entire psychiatric hospital populated by NGRI (Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity) paranoid schizophrenics whose main delusion is that they are Jesus Christ. I knew one such patient at the state psychiatric hospital in Columbus, Ohio. There, a game might be to picture two Jesuses on the same unit. How would each prove his case to the other? Would they remain pacifists or would they knock each other's teeth out? (Unfair: The schizophrenic I knew had no teeth.) Today, the present moment, I believe it is actually easier to imagine the whole hospital swarming with fantasy-dignified, strutting, high-minded, driven men (and a few women) who believe they are the Son of God, with benign and merciless power in their hands, swallowing then projecting (pooping out) as many wild beliefs as they could stuff in their cheeks, and enabled by the staff of underpaid bouncers who aren't permitted to question the psychotics' delusions.
This is, of course, our Republican government. We know the Democrats are the hobbled staff who must appease the patients, mutter authoritative words, and follow the rules. We see that the saying has come true: "The inmates are running the asylum." And some of us remember when psychiatric hospitals were considered remnants of the uncivilized past, the seedy mansions of horror stories. In the old days, paid tours would be given through the odorous halls, to see catatonics frozen in bizarre postures, the woman, regressed to infancy, playing with her feces, the angry screeching men.
See: We are still paying to watch them, the criminally insane, perform.
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Comments are welcome, but I'd suggest you first read "Feeling-centered therapy" and "Ocean and boat" for a basic introduction to my kind of theory and therapy.