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In the Republic of Tanzura, the proverb becomes a political doctrine.
The Fool Praeses Stultorum The President of Tanzura
She sits in the gilded State House, draped in imported silk, yet incessantly laments the lacuna in the national pocket.
She complains that the treasury is perforated by his predecessors, that the economy is holed by sanctions, that the opposition has torn the fabric of the nation. Every press conference is a querela a litany of excuses for why nothing functions.
She cannot fix the hole, because her entire imperium depends on it. Through that very hole, gold, diamonds, and taxes quietly slip into his private coffers. SHe needs the hole to remain open, so she must forever complain about it. His modus operandi is culpa aliena it is always someone else's fault.
SHe is the fool who mistakes the nation's misery for her own misfortune.
The Wise Man Dux Sapiens in Carcere The Opposition Leader in Jail LIPANGA
He sits in the central prison of Tanzura, in a cell with a single, perforated mat. He has been stripped of his microphone, his party, his freedom.
He does not waste his breath cursing the hole in his cell, or the hole in the justice system. That is VANITAS
Instead, while the President is busy complaining about the hole, the Wise Man uses it.
Through the hole in his prison wall, he passes manuscripts. Through the hole in the censorship law, he whispers truth. Through the hole in his pocket - for even in jail they left him a torn uniform - he finds a way to scratch where itches, to preserve his dignity, his humor, his humanity when all else is taken.
His power is in absentia. The President has the palace but is impotent; the prisoner has nothing but is potent.
In Tanzura, stultus regnat quia de foramine queritur, sapiens vincit quia foramine utitur.
The fool reigns because he complains about the hole; the wise man conquers because he uses the hole.
The fool needs a perfect pocket to govern. The wise man only needs a hole to liberate a nation.
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The Fool Praeses Stultorum The President of Tanzura
She sits in the gilded State House, draped in imported silk, yet incessantly laments the lacuna in the national pocket.
She complains that the treasury is perforated by his predecessors, that the economy is holed by sanctions, that the opposition has torn the fabric of the nation. Every press conference is a querela a litany of excuses for why nothing functions.
She cannot fix the hole, because her entire imperium depends on it. Through that very hole, gold, diamonds, and taxes quietly slip into his private coffers. SHe needs the hole to remain open, so she must forever complain about it. His modus operandi is culpa aliena it is always someone else's fault.
SHe is the fool who mistakes the nation's misery for her own misfortune.
The Wise Man Dux Sapiens in Carcere The Opposition Leader in Jail LIPANGA
He sits in the central prison of Tanzura, in a cell with a single, perforated mat. He has been stripped of his microphone, his party, his freedom.
He does not waste his breath cursing the hole in his cell, or the hole in the justice system. That is VANITAS
Instead, while the President is busy complaining about the hole, the Wise Man uses it.
Through the hole in his prison wall, he passes manuscripts. Through the hole in the censorship law, he whispers truth. Through the hole in his pocket - for even in jail they left him a torn uniform - he finds a way to scratch where itches, to preserve his dignity, his humor, his humanity when all else is taken.
His power is in absentia. The President has the palace but is impotent; the prisoner has nothing but is potent.
In Tanzura, stultus regnat quia de foramine queritur, sapiens vincit quia foramine utitur.
The fool reigns because he complains about the hole; the wise man conquers because he uses the hole.
The fool needs a perfect pocket to govern. The wise man only needs a hole to liberate a nation.
Britanicca