So I live in this place, you know, this anarcho-totalitarianist country, where the government, like, the government, the evil oppressive state, yeah, it solely exists to ensure a state doesn’t arise. Don’t worry if that doesn’t make a lot of sense, because it does. Anyways, me and a couple of my buddies decided to start making insulin, you know, as a sort of hobby. Because making insulin is a normal hobby that everyone has, right? So little Steve goes, “Man, we should probably get someone to lead our project, someone to organize things so we could be a bit more effective.” And we were like “yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” and then suddenly the police come in, and they’re like, “Stop! Stop! No centralization allowed!” And we’re like, “This isn’t a hierarchy, we’re just getting a leader to lead our efforts, you know?” And the police went, “Nuh uh, that sounds like statism to me. You have been warned!” So then we got back to work, and Mike was like, “I don’t know anything about making insulin! You guys just get the parts, and I’ll make them for you guys.” And then the police came back and they were like, “Stop! That’s ableism!” And Mike was like, “How is it ableism if I’m talking about my own abilities?” and the police were like “we don’t care, we’re not ableists like those authoritarian redfash tankies.” And then they said “If you’re gonna make insulin, you better make it so everyone can understand!” So we decided to stop making insulin because everyone got bored and then my diabetic uncle came to us for help because he was gonna die and couldn’t find insulin anywhere, but then the police stopped us from trying to give him the insulin we made because that was kinda like how spooky states gave out medicine so my uncle died.

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