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?