RotFL!...!...! Horrible yet funny! Or funny yet horrible. The fellow who was a CIA associate of pre-GOD GHW Bush, who introduced me to whatever MK-Ultra project that we experienced from before as early as we can remember (my earliest memory being one of me (Therese) telling me to stop crying, that he was only punching me with a towel wrapped around his fist because I was not accepting the situation for what it was, which I heeded; then we were locked in the footlocker for however many hours it was to be that day; after which, I did not resist being locked in the footlocker, and so was not punched out as often as before that (Thanks, Therese!) ended up developing Alzheimer’s. Early on, he had fought in underground boxing matches, and such (and had punched out at least one toddler of whom I am aware on a regular basis); and he started randomly punching his nurses, not knowing where he was. So he was strapped down. Then he went back to being a young boy lost in the woods, which had apparently happened when he was young; and for months he screamed & screamed & cried & called out for help until his lungs gave out. Strangely: Knowing this gives me no pleasure. Thanks for this meme; and thank you for listening to my catharsis.