You walk into an insane asylum that strangely resembles the White House. At the desk is a guard, who with a straight face, tells you that you must please present identification before you can be let in. You obey, not wanting to do anything that could potentially get you arrested. As you go through the metal detector, another officer asks you to step back and walk through again. You do as you are told, because again, you do not wish to cause any trouble that could land you in jail.

As you walk off, you hear the guards mumbling to each other. You take a glance back and realize that their uniforms have no back, only strings holding them in place and neither of them have on underwear. You sheepishly continue on, realizing that you were duped by a couple of men in the asylum.

You move forward, trying your best to find someone in charge. Each person you encounter sends you further down the hall. Women who look like nurses are all too willing to assist you. But each time, you discover that they too are asylum residents.

After a while, you feel that maybe you shouldn’t be there, because something is going terribly wrong. Finally, you reach the office of the director and let out a huge sigh of relief. The director welcomes you into his office and directs you to sit. Your first questions is to get a sense of why so many of the residents are running about the asylum unattended. The director explains that they are in need of help. Many of the residents have gotten out of their rooms and are pretending to be professionals. He says they keep the outer doors locked to ensure none of the residents get out, but it is becoming increasingly difficult, as one has already gotten away wearing a three pieced suit. He will be difficult to find because he thinks he is the President of the United States and has a striking resemblance to him. Only someone who is sharp would realize it is a resident from the asylum.

You continue, asking what he plans to do to not only find that resident and return him to his room, ensuring that he is heavily medicated going forward, but how he plans to handle the rest of the residents in the asylum. He goes on to outline in great detail his plans, how they can be implemented, various laws that can be used to help control the situation and the various agencies that can be called upon to assist. He even outlined some of the neighboring asylums that are currently going through the same problem, and how they can work together to make things better.

You thank him for giving you such a thorough outline of his plans and turn to leave. As you are about to walk out the door, you notice him rising from his desk to look out the window. To your surprise, what you thought was a suit, was really a make shift gown. Staring back at you as you leave is his bare bottom. You hear the distinct sound of giggling as you close the door. You knew then that there were no professionals left in this building. The insane were running the asylum, and there would be no way to solve this problem beyond clearing everyone out and starting over with people you could be sure were not insane. It would be an arduous task, but to regain order, it would be the only way.

You look back on the building that resembles the White House and wonder how many more had gotten out and are now walking the streets pretending to be normal. How many more of these residents are guiding our steps, creating laws, policing our streets, running our governments undetected? One can only wonder.