The Story of the People Without a (Functional) King.

You may have heard the phrase "The function makes the organ". I think i heard it in late grade school during a UTC (Uniunea Tineretului Comunist, Union of Communist Youth) meeting or philosophy class or whatever. Until today i thought the phrase belonged to Marx or Darwin, i just wanted to double check before i wrote this, luckily i did, it belongs to some other philosopher, however, it doesn't matter that much.

They were heavily using the phrase during early communist Romania, when after the disappearance of whole generations of legitimate elites, they needed people for different leadership positions in territory.

They would name some guy by example as mayor in a small city by criteria of "healthy origin" which usually meant peasants of workers sons and instructed them to learn whatever he needed to do his job.

Mostly what they learned was corruption, which then spreaded rampantly until it lead to collapse of communism itselfs.

I am under the impression that didn't change much during current political arrangements in my country, with people of uncertain origin and professionalism are occupying highest to lowest functions in state, after 30 years of eternal transition.

And now the story.

Once upon a time, or a long long time ago a people lost its king. And the people became very sad as nothing was going right for them in their country.

Until one day they saw a kid that looked like the lost king. Some said it was a miracle, some a curse, some started to show respect and even some small favors by their own capacity and level, favors he did not understood and some started to call him names and laying traps that again he did not understood.

The kid grew up in this mixed type of environment not having a clue, thinking it was normal. However he felt good when those who respected him showed they put some hopes in his hands, but still didn't have a clue.

They taught him all kinda tricks and casted him in all kinda live allegories.

Years have passed, the kid grew up, he became sort of influential, again not knowing anything. The bad guys put words in his mouth and led him towards big mostly alegoric errors that kinda completely took him out of the track of a normal life and he still didn't have a clue.

Many of then agreed. He was not "the sharpest tool in the shed". However, he was just confused and all the tricks they taught him sort of bumped into each other in his mind and they turned into a whole philosophy.

One day when he became old and ill and sort of exiled and he started to feel nostalgic for the days when some showed him respect and started to develop some sort of feeling of duty and regret for letting them down. He looked around and said. There are too many people and things going simultaneously against me, this can't be real. Then he discovered all the leaders of his people were foreign impostors from a neighboring country (the snakes) and tried to expose then. By doing so he discovered why some people many years ago showed signs of respect and hope towards him though they didn't have a clue. However, getting rid of all snakes at once seemed to him "Mission Impossible".

The snakes replied by unleashing a fake pandemia towards the people, through their own controlled state authority and media. Because that was not enough, they came with the wave 2, 3, etc.. waiting for the people to forget.

But what one person can do vs. a whole people can do when they put their minds into?

A May Day

Until my next road trip, all i have left is the park. In May, everything blooms. Click on an image, F11. Proudly done one hour ago with my moto e6.

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Selected Pictures From The Road Trip

I'm not too tired. Just pissed. I came on a Saturday before they closed the street parking lot for repairs and don't have a space for my truck so i left it at the hospital across the street. Wondering if i'm gonna see that piece of junk again there tomorrow or i'll have to pay towing to retrieve it, more than its value.

Like i was when i took this picture. It was one hour north of Susanville, on route 395 i guess. Tomorrow i'm gonna add a map and maybe timestamps on the pictures. Mostly no cars on the road. After i've been passed by a State Police car, that was following me for about ten miles and i almost missed a left curve on the street with no marking line on the side of the cliff while staring at the rear mirror. Then he passed me though i did not change speed (60).

The pilot car came and the flagger asked me to follow. At least one mile of dust. Didn't see any work. When i looked back the 3 guys i saw looked like they were finishing the job for the day or going to lunch or something. Angela turned the fan too early after that and some dust came inside despite the cabin filter.

Sierras at Susanville.

Top of the armoire at Atlantis hotel in Reno. Had much trouble finding a hotel, in a parking lot with the laptop hooked to high speed internet. First i tried Paper Mill and the receptionist could not guarantee the room will not be a duplex (with a door in the wall to another room). Though hotels where at less than half the capacities.

And  the towell i kept washing until i got most of that dust.

Peppermill seen at night from Atlantis. The escalators smelled like sewage gas from basement.

I was not suppose to go this street. My phone with google maps could not connect to car's bluetooth and i missed a turn while searching for Lowes where i went to buy an UV lamp. Almost got into this.

Can you feel it coming in the air tonight? They were dust buns inside AC vent. Sewage gas from a leak was coming with conditioned air. No windows on those high raise hotels, obviously. Had to let the door open for hours, then i bought a portable UV lamp from Lowers. That give me about 5 hours of sleep the second night.

Sierras seen from near Atlantis in Reno.

A guy looking and acting like a drunk Mexican. First i honked till he stopped inches from my car. Then he backed up while i was taking the picture. Then he followed me on foot and asked me to go inside the Casino. Could he had a gun in his left hand? I called 911, operator asked me if i was on a private property like it was the biggest problem, while  he was leaving. About an hour later i figured  he might have been Tom Cruise.

Back to Eureka, the night before. Filter from the AC/heater in the room at Super 8 Motel in Eureka. After it took it off to wash it i saw the thermostat looked like it might have been damaged. Out of 5 nights spent on the road, i could sleep all night only in 2 rooms, the other where not acceptable.

Vending machine in the same motel in Eureka.

The lumberjack and the blue bull on the side of 101 where i came back because of a landslide that delayed us about 3 hours. Later i saw next to it a Russian speaking family next to wooden life size bear. The man was simulating military step in the parking lot. BTW everywhere in Northern California i saw tucks with logs that looked harvested from burnt areas. Probably no need for permits or fight activists or anything.

Road block due to a landslide, a few miles north of that place.

Got in line, next to a empty school bus that was putting much diesel exhaust. I turned around and got in line one more time.

Area with the landslide. They were already working and had one lane closed on that road for at least one week, judging by the number of utility vehicles.

From there all the way to Lincoln city i saw many places with warning sign for "grooved pavement" which means bad worned out road. That highway needs urgent repair.

KGB, everywhere (i go). Here in the parking lot at the Mill casino in Coos Bay. Earlier i saw two Japanese guys disguised as Americans, on Harleys. Everywhere i've been in this trip all people i saw and spoke with, all cars with their brands and LPN, all logos, everything seemed part of a planned show.

After the episode with the "Mexican Guy" at Blue Lake Casino, i could not upload anything except one or two pictures until i got home.