We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Dr. Wayne Fenton dedicated his life to taking care of the sickest of psychiatric patients - the chronically psychotic, the most difficult patients to whom to be of help, and was killed by one of them.
Thankfully, it is a rare event in our work. But it is entirely unpredictable, like suicide. In medicine, unpleasant surprises happen. It's part of the job, and there is no way to be prepared.
Wayne was doing God's work. Like any sort of chronic patient in medicine, these folks never really get better, but they have reasonable hope to function in the world, to a degree, if they take their medicine, stay in the shallow end of the pool, and if they follow advice. Big "ifs." Psychotic people can be dangerous, and not just dysfunctional.
It's a damn shame. Oddly similar to Steve Irwin's tragic death. Whoever this patient was, I know Wayne cared about him a great deal, and wanted him to have a life. However, he has proven himself to be too dangerous to be out in the world.