There is a lunatic asylum in Bolivar, Tennessee. All states have them. Some have several. This one sits high upon a hill:
The grounds slope, immaculately, down to the highway, intermittently punctuated by grand live oaks. It is a beautiful, and fearsome vision. Fearsome, because one can easily imagine a security breach, and lunatics wandering down the slope in their nightgowns. Like a Halloween movie. This is where art directors come to envision a lunatic asylum for a film.
Business is slow in Bolivar, and in Milledgeville, which is where my state's nuthouse is. Because as a culture we have decided it is more humane to let the lunatics roam amongst us. To institutionalize them is cruel, as they might miss their fucking Friday cupcake.
Better to let them be free, so that random mass murders might exhibit themselves, and allow us to politicize it, and finger our opponents. Much better than locking up the lunatics. Which, by the way, creates jobs. Those Negroes beating on Randle McMurphy were earning a living wage, you know.
Posted by Velociman at July 21, 2012 6:45 PM