The winged monkeys obey whoever wears the golden cap that's covered with diamonds and rubies. The wearer is allowed three wishes.
The Wicked Witch of the West lost her right to command the monkeys once she had used up all her wishes. The first two wishes were used to establish her rule in the land of the West, and to limit the area over which the Wizard of Oz had control. The last wish was the attack of the monkeys on Dorothy and her friends.
The attack left the Tin Woodman broken on the rocks; the Scarecrow destrawed, with his hat, clothes, and boots in a bundle at the top of a tree; and the Cowardly Lion imprisoned behind tall iron fencing, on the Witch's grounds. Dorothy and Toto were spared fates similar to the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, only because the monkeys saw the protective mark of the kiss of the Good Witch of the North on Dorothy's forehead. They believed the power of good to be stronger than that of evil. And so they limited themselves to respectfully carrying Dorothy and Toto to the doorstep of the Witch's castle .
E- answer to the question about the rule of command for the flying monkeys
I understand, Americans are tough people. Arguments against drones such as those are inhumane killing machines, that whoever uses them is a criminal and whoever makes them is an accomplice, that they will create a wave of hate much more powerful that the recent meteor at the Urals and that the madness of King George is peanuts when compared with the madness of the Land of the Drone- all those arguments fall on dead ears; our dear fellow US- persons are too busy with their own, usually meager affairs. In such debates usually the party that has a clear goal prevails over the party which has no goal; in this case the obvious benefits of the drone hysteria, both monetary and political far outweigh the squeal of liberals like me. I cannot offer any alternative except for putting honest people in charge, arresting the criminals who are in charge now and starting thorough investigations of the abuse of power. That program of mine does not bring even a farthing (sorry for British currency) to the open snouts of the corporate wolves, so I am doomed. But I would like to use another argument here.
Our President is hypnotized with the perspective of the fleet of drones, all at his command, available, invincible, easy to use and politically impotent. It is like an army of mechanical eunuchs. They feel no pain, they need no benefits, they do not complain, they do not need the tour schedule, they multiply, they can be staged everywhere, no family issue if they die, they do not retire and they always obey orders. There are no conscious objectors among drones. Perfect flying monkeys
If we return to the concept of the flying monkeys though we can find several disturbing issues with them:
- They obeyed anyone who had that golden cap covered with diamonds and rubies.
- They obeyed the Wicked Witch of the West quite loyally apparently until she exhausted her coffers of wishes and also until they encountered that "trace of the kiss of the Good Witch of the North', after which they seemed to had changed their attitude.
- They seem to have been invincible and ferocious but with some kind of a feedback loop for self -- control.
Those three issues are very troublesome for our Droning future. Even if our President now considers that he has a cap covered with diamonds and rubies, he will have to give to the new one, right? That cap now could fulfill only three wishes (OK, maybe now the drone controls provide higher limits) but who knows what kind of wishes they could have on Pennsylvania Ave. Remember, the first two wishes of the original vintage person was a) to establish her own rule and b) to limit the rule of the neighbor. That can be a new temptation really. How do we know? All the white papers in the world cannot stop flying monkeys, that's for sure.
That's only the start of our worries. Did anyone investigate those mechanisms for the feedback control? What if in the "Wizard of Oz' we have a Nostradamus- type prophecy? What if while we here vehemently perfect our flying monkeys in their destructive force, our enemies work on the project "Kiss Of The Good Witch and prepare that powerful message which changes it all. Imagine a nightmarish scenario; our courageous arm-chair warriors had defined a target- some remote village where a group of bearded people seem to be plotting against the US; the orders are signed, the drones buzz into the air, the President turns on his TV to enjoy the corpses and" OMG! Suddenly the monkeys (sorry, drones) turn back and fly back in the attack formation. They had encountered a "Kiss Of Goodness' and their feedback issued a new command. Obviously, every drone would be equipped with self- destruct, our Valkyries at the computer terminals will input the codes, those damned infected mechanisms will explode but NO! Turned out they transferred the Kiss of Good virus to the High command and one-by-one not only all the drones on the ground explode but also all the terminals and the headquarters and even the private bunkers. See, the electronic mechanisms, they don't think. They also don't care. We made them that way and then we send them to fly and tell them to kill but we don't tell who and why and what direction. It is like unleashing flying guns. Guns do not kill people? You wish. The flying ones do.