There was a man from Texas who wanted to be free and left alone. But everyone wanted to collect him.
'Join us,' they would say.
'It takes a village,' they would say.
'You belong with us,' they would say.
Then someone else said 'no you belong with us'.
'We must stick together to fight the rich,' they would say.
But he looked around and he noticed that every time someone made a group, everyone in the group became lazy and some people became angry.
Some people were angry because they didn't get enough from the group and others were angry because they did all the work. Some people even died in fights.
So, he said, 'No thanks. I don't want to join your group because it will fall apart.'
And everyone became angry at him. They called him selfish and ignorant. They thought he had not been educated well enough. They thought he didn't know how wonderful groups were...and there must be something wrong with him.
So they put him in a group called 'crazy' and they made sure that no one would talk to him or deal with him. 'That man's crazy,' they said. 'He doesn't know the benevolent power of belonging,' they said. They told others that he was anti-social and impractical; that he didn't understand how things worked. They blocked him on Facebook and refused to include him in group texts and even complained to Mark Zuckerman and many others that he was a terrible person.
Eventually all the groups started fighting each other and people were just running around not knowing what to do and blaming each other for things going wrong. Eventually, all the groups broke up and the collectors became bitter because men would not contribute to the group anymore. They called them 'crazy' and used whips to get them back into the group.
Then they asked the man from Texas how he knew things would fall apart.
'Groups are made up of crazy people who believe in magic,' he said. 'They think being in a group will make them better but no one can make you better but yourself,' he said.
'He must still be crazy', they said.
