Ah, how I love and hate the internet.
I'm convinced that my father had what they call bipolar.
He could change from goodness to organize crime in a milisecond.
"Men have no nerves". "Crying is for women". I can't cry BTW.
On the other hand, he was a genius, liked and respected by the true heavyweights.
Had three degrees, and never worked in menial jobs. Most of the time for himself.
He love me so much that he hurt me. Letting do whatever a very young age. At like 9 I had my first gun. Imagine.
In today's world he would be an outcast. Stigmatized by the inferior majority.
Labeled bipolar, crazy or worse probably. He was crazy yes, like a fox.

May God give Him some peace.