Touch down in the Cuckoo's Nest

Loved that movie, Mr. Jack Nicholson got to fly over the Cuckoo's nest, sadly, I appear to have landed directly in it!!!
   Those of you who have had the pleasure of watching this movie, think back...In truth, we are all living in the Cuckoo Nest. Somehow, we have something in common with at least one of those characters.
    In truth, I suppose I am  like Charles Cheswick, always on my soap box, screeching away about the crap that bothers me, but suddenly silent when it comes down to brass tacks. I(we) need a McMurphy, we need that person who will put our thoughts into action.
  We have our Nurse Ratched, she is not nearly as nice looking as Louise Fletcher,LOL. but she is just as sneaky. If she has any information liable to cause grief to a person, she is not oppose to hold it over their heads, and is always stirring the pot. Like Nurse Ratched, her goal is to make us all question everyone, even ourselves.
  I also think, poor "Jack" went into the asylum, thinking he would be surrounded by idiots, and found those who were the patients, were actually far saner than the lunatics running the place...BINGO!!! Like I said, Bizarro world. If those of us Cuckoo's could have a chance to run the asylum as we wished, it would be so much better. I bet even costs would go down, and guests would get a cup of coffee when they woke. You know the saying "you get more bees with honey" well, I bet there would be happier guests with a package of caffine sitting beside the nice little pot filled with filters.Instead we have buckets that are under filthy leaks removed, so that new guests have no idea there are leaks...weird, eh?Kind of like coating a ginormous zit with Covergirl, hoping it doesn't break through before the cute guy gets close enough to kiss you.
  We try to be like "Chief" just accept our lot in life, and go with the flow, trying to keep to ourselves as much as possible. There is no doubt he was the smartest one of the bunch in the end, and he got out of there. I worry that we have stayed too long, and have become damaged goods. We could never work in a sane world, it would just be far too easy. Instead we will trod along, gritting our teeth, and praying that our McMurphy shows up very soon to drive those at the top as crazy as they have made us!