When I was younger, one of my neighbors came over and said he had something important to talk about.
“I have good news,” he said as he waved a piece of paper. “I’ve just signed the neighborhood constitution. It’s going to keep you safe and free. You’re not going to have to worry about a thing, because I’m going to take care of you. Best of all, I’m protecting you against attacks from space aliens.”
I’d never considered the notion that I needed to worry about being attacked by space aliens, but the more I thought about it, well, it seemed like a good idea to have someone protect me from them. And Mr. Madison seemed so sincere, so I figured he must be right.
Not much changed at first. I went on living my life and kept to myself. Every now and then Mr. Madison would tell me that I needed to change something about my house or my yard, but it was no big deal. Mostly I was relieved because the aliens hadn’t attacked.
Mr. Madison couldn’t do all of the protecting and ordering himself, so he deputized members of his family to help out. He only appointed the best, of course, so they had my best interests at heart. That’s what they told me, anyway.

Lesson from U2: Rejection doesn’t necessarily mean it’s time to give up
Why do we often attract the folks who are most destructive for us?
Nature’s renewal and growth boost my hope for my own life each year
Do they allow dogs at the hotel? Question is why they allow people
Who’s the hero of Chick-fil-A wars? Rachel set an example for all of us
Thugs attacking private property aren’t anarchists; they’re vandals
Reality check: A stupid racial prank isn’t ‘the worst thing anybody can do’
Group conflict isn’t as simple as tales of good guys vs. bad guys