A strange story once unfolded in a kingdom of pawns, pygmies, and pandemonium plagued by the perils of political puppetry and afflicted by the whims of fate, where minstrels performed melancholy tunes that resonated through the halls of authority. The masters of this wretched empire were not clever, noble, or just, but rather a motley gang of minstrels, pawns, lunatics, and men of average intelligence. They were not leaders, but rather characters in a tragicomedy that kept the country in a constant state of instability and anarchy. Lunacy was the only order that prevailed throughout the kingdom.
The minstrels, with their lovely melodies, were the puppeteers in this terrible dance. Their songs, which had been replete with tales of their own self-interest, their weeping and wailing of their own woes sans courage and heroism, drowning the society in madness. The pieces, mere tools in the hands of aliens, invisible, unseen, higher beings and mighty forces, moved across the political chessboard, unconscious of the larger game being played with their lives.
In this absurdist theater, eccentric lunatics served as directors, directing rules that bordered on bewilderment, craziness, and madness. Their irregular and unpredictable decisions caused shockwaves across the poor state with immense potential to rise and proper into a strong, stable state. Men of mediocre intelligence, cowardly and corrupt, found themselves in positions of power, leading the ship toward disaster making it into a rudderless ship whose fate was left to the massive merciless waves raging all around it, threatening its very survival in the vast, expansive sea.
As the tsunami of incompetence and myopic vision rushed across the land, a new twist appeared. Strange forces introduced political pygmies, little persons with tall claims, mentally retarded men babbling lofty aims, and low-caliber men mumbling noble intentions. These new dwarf- demagogues, who appeared tiny, grabbed the imagination of the blind masses. The populace, unaware of their actual power, mindlessly followed the pygmies with renewed zeal and fervor. The blind people always followed the narratives of their masters and used to get along with new slogans that were thrown at them.
It was a land where the bizarre was not only imaginable but also unavoidable. The mysterious forces at work were like aliens pulling the strings of fate. The kings were nothing more than puppets, completely unaware of their position as overlords. Servants became masters, and masters were blissfully unaware of their possessions. Perhaps the true masters had forgotten their rights and relinquished their legitimate claim to their kingdom for reasons unknown.
In this apocalyptic landscape, the once-mighty state has devolved into chaos and lawlessness. It was a realm where reality and absurdity merged, and the people danced to the rhythms of their own demise. Unfortunately, the kingdom of chaos was now ruled by madmen, and the blind public followed them down the abyss, unknowingly damaging and distorting their own destiny. The scourge of lunacy had cast a pall over the once-prosperous state, turning it into a tragic story of a people lost in the irascible, erratic, whimsical, capricious eerie dogmatic obscurantism of its own making. This puppeteer's sonata continues in a state of disarray and turmoil, with no obvious conclusion.
