My mother is currently associating with some undesirables who are attempting to transform her into an athlete of sorts, deprave specimens of mankind who regularly bowl their way to oblivion.

Stop!' I cried imploringly to my god-like mind.

Jail was preferable. There they only limited you physically. In a mental ward they tampered with your soul and worldview and mind.

Mothers got a hard road to travel, believe me.

I mingle with my peers or no one, and since I have no peers, I mingle with no one.

The only problem that those people have anyway is that they don't like new cars and hair sprays. That's why they are put away. They make the other members of the society fearful. Every asylum in this nation is filled with poor souls who simply cannot stand lanolin, cellophane, plastic, television, and subdivisions.

A firm rule must be imposed upon our nation before it destroys itself. The United States needs some theology and geometry, some taste and decency. I suspect that we are teetering on the edge of the abyss.