The Philosophical Musings of El-Tango the Warlord.. Part II: Complex Emotions

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Part I: https://www.philosocom.com/post/how-to-be-normal

Philosophical Story Analysis by Ms. Blade Dancer

An unconventional tale unfolds on the well-mannered, cultured islands of Kooruk. El-Tango, a former mechanical mastermind, finds himself yearning for purpose and connection in a world that seems indifferent to his existence, despite his uncanny, remarkable works throughout his life.

A man of contradictions, El-Tango is both a tragic figure and a comically-absurd one, somehow existing in a reality that fails to properly integrate him and other outsiders into the bigger, general societies.

His journey is a chaotic, uncompromising dance between ambition and disillusionment, reflecting the complexities of the human condition within the stagnant monotony of a mundane, shallow humanity that is extremely easy for him to surprise without batting an eye.

As he navigates the unassuming, socialite island nations of Kooruk, El-Tango challenges our understanding of morality, madness, and the blurred lines between hero and villain, as this former warlord decides to reinvent himself as an unexpected musician.

His humane quest for meaning and belonging to a world that rejects him and other forms of existence, like the Jellyfish Men and other eccentric beings, raises profound questions about the nature of power dynamics between individuals and collectives, and whether or not great identities are worthy when they are not properly recognized by an oblivious, unaware humanity.

El-Tango's story can serve as a deep reminder, that even the most extraordinary individuals are bound by the universal human experience. It is through our shared vulnerability and our ability to truly understand not only ourselves, but each other, that allow us to truly live a life of virtue and plural acceptance....

"Decency cannot be regulated, nor should its absence be punished" -- Mr. John Duran

The Philosophical Musings of El-Tango the Warlord. Part II: Complex Emotions

On the monotonous islands of Kooruk, El-Tango the former warlord, found himself yearning to subjugate once again in the name of his relentless will to power and vitality. 

He found himself rarely being accepted to any job because of his eyepatch and overwhelming nature. The employers of Kooruk found his life's resume extremely impressive for an eccentric, solitary and wild-eyed swordsman. If he did not tell them of his grand achievements, and presented them with evidence, they would think he was just a delusional megalomaniac. 

However, deviating so much in Kooruk as he did in the land of Razra, people found him too intimidating to partake in their business companies. Therefore, due to his unrelenting, almost psychopathic nature, he was never accepted to any conventional work role. 

It was as almost the gods themselves were trying to use Kooruk to imply to Tango that he must remain alone and rejected from humanity. Examining cosmic clues that were only obvious to him, the master of subversion declared in the solitude of his small lair: 

If no one would accept me into their warband, I will create my own warband... Again!!!

His unconventional genius led him to amass a small gang of Jellyfish Men. These were tall, intimidating humanoids whom, in their solitude, failed catering to others' needs properly. 

As such, these tall creatures found themselves constantly starved despite their increased need for food. Additionally, their eerie, jelly-white, transparent skin made the humans of Kooruk want to keep a well-respected distance from them. 

The new El-Tango gang looked more like some avant-garde group of underground wise guys than ruthless gangsters. 

Being a heartful anti-villain, El-Tango ordered his men to rob concert halls across Kooruk not for money but for instruments. That's right. The El-Tango Warband were not an actual paramilitary. No, they were street performers with tools that were not theirs. 

Being transparent, the Jellyfish Men were masters of blending in with the humans, as the Koorukan sun allowed them to rob objects undetected. They were even better at it than the Bushido Rabbit, author of the Path of the Normal Guy. After all, being near invisible white creatures made them ghosts in broad daylight!

Randomly and strangely, the sleepy Koorukan Island of Homer's Liver found itself the captive of the Warband's performance. It was picked by the Great El-Tango himself because he found the island the most monotonous and bland in all of Kooruk! And the competition for the most of such islands was very, very hard to conduct in his brain.... 

The bored, quiet Homer's Liver islanders did not know what hit them as they saw a scary pirate man singing about disturbing themes of rock and jazz, alongside even scarier humanoids. They did not know how to react to a mere human leading these otherwise-distant creatures. They did not know what to even think or feel. 

Reading frequently that bestseller of Bushido Rabbit, they were so normalized to behave according to code. Yet, no code prepared them to listen to a band of weirdos performing uncanny rhythms to mentally-questionable lyrical themes! 

El-Tango sang and sang about Razra, a land most of the planet did not even know or cared for. He joyfully sang about Razran suffering and their PTSD symptoms of altruistic deeds. About his love for picking minor people in his life and giving them major antagonistic roles like Ms. Moskov and Shadow Shogunate. About how fun it was to make that Shadow alien become more and more integrated in his automatic empire until she realized how mentally detached he is to all the people he intuitively resonates with. 

About the fun absurdity of succeeding and failing and feeling and even the great joys of being too tired to even feel!!!  And he sang and he screamed while having 2 layers of emotion and 2 layers of thoughts at least.

In a matter of an hour the crazy pirate guy sang to his microphone and danced Tango with his glorious El-Toledo Sword. And, all the while, he easily scared off much of the Homer's Liver populace.

However, simply being entertainers, the local Liver Police Force couldn't do anything...

In the Back of El-Tango's Unconscious Mind...

Dr. Adolf Mann Drinker, the ruler of the island, named it after his glorious liver. Being a drinker to a noble family of drinkers, he preferred to write poetry, watch sitcoms and of course drink, than to rule. Weird far more than most Kooruks, he nicknamed himself Homer after his favorite poet who wrote on Achilles and Troy.

From his lonely, beer-shaped governor bunker, he observed El-Tango and his Jellymen fanatics from the lowest levels of his base. Drinking to the sounds of Baroque, he hated that newcomer gang leader with every fiber of his being. 

Dr. Drinker hated him because deep inside he wanted to be free like he was in his eyes. Thus, for making him feel complex emotions that couldn't be quenched by addictive toxins, the eccentric governor began plotting his revenge.....

Legally, or otherwise....