Diary of a Brazilian Patriot - #2
First published: Sunday November 20th, 2022
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NOTES FOR WHO IS READING:
1. Although of the political bias contained in some parts of these blogs, the stories retract mostly an illusory and uncertain narrative of the future of the country.
2. That’s just my opinion. Don’t take it too seriously because it’s literally a 13-year old kid writing random biased crap on a quiz site. I previously asked for Stewart’s authorization before having a pandemonium on RUB
3. No matter if you support a side or the other, respect everyone and feel free to debate in a controlled space.
Hope you enjoyed my return to blog, because I didn’t.
November 20th, 2022
“22 Fiz-me fraco para com os fracos, com o fim de ganhar os fracos. Fiz-me tudo para com todos, com o fim de, por todos os modos, salvar alguns.
23 Tudo faço por causa do evangelho, com o fim de me tornar cooperador com ele.
24 Não sabeis vós que os que correm no estádio, todos, na verdade, correm, mas um só leva o prêmio? Correi de tal maneira que o alcanceis.
25 Todo atleta em tudo se domina; aqueles, para alcançar uma coroa corruptível; nós, porém, a incorruptível.
26 Assim corro também eu, não sem meta; assim luto, não como desferindo golpes no ar.
27 Mas esmurro o meu corpo e o reduzo à escravidão, para que, tendo pregado a outros, não venha eu mesmo a ser desqualificado.”
— 1Co 9, 22-27 (ARA, Portuguese).
“22 To the weak became I as weak, that I might gain the weak: I am made all things to all men, that I might by all means save some.
23 And this I do for the gospel’s sake, that I might be partaker thereof with you.
24 Know ye not that they which run in a race run all, but one receiveth the prize? So run, that ye may obtain.
25 And every man that striveth for the mastery is temperate in all things. Now they do it to obtain a corruptible crown; but we an incorruptible.
26 I therefore so run, not as uncertainly; so fight I, not as one that beateth the air:
27 But I keep under my body, and bring it into subjection: lest that by any means, when I have preached to others, I myself should be a castaway.”
— 1Co 9, 22-27 (KJV, English).
November 20th, Black Awareness Day in Brazil, and day when the FIFA World Cup Qatar 2022 starts, with a game between Qatar VS Ecuador, which the South-Americans won by 2-0. The way that football connects the world is surprising, and the union between the Brazilians is strengthened. ... At least it used to be like that. Every time I open that terminally ill patient called Twitter, the trending topics are 90% against Bolsonaro, 10% against Lula. We never stopped to use the green-and-yellow. They, on the other hand, are you using it only to post on Instagram while watching a Brazil's game. Since the second round of the Elections, demonstrations happened in different cities of Brazil against the result of the polls. From the ones I've seen or almost participated, they all were pacific, which kind of show the actual feeling of everyone: understand how the Elections turned out to be, if it was fraud, or not. Sensation of getting suffocated by the truth, where we can't argue or disagree with anything, or else we can be canceled, or else we can be censored, or else we can be repulsed. Even kids, who had to be helped and aided by parents, relatives, or whatsoever, because "Bolsonaro was not reelected". The children explain lots of things the adults can or does not want to hear and/or understand. The youth say by simplicity and purity, the eldery throw it away by ignorance and arrogance.
So many things happened since the fateful October 30th: requests for annulment, for revolution, for intervention, requests for God to take the chalice from the demonstraters' back, while being opressed and disowned by the other half of Brazil. Media and press vehicles treating the demonstrations as anti-democratic, while on the "foreign", they seem to be on our side, or at least impartial at this point. Shame to the point of an Argentinian, that also had to suffer with the same thing with Alberto Fernández VS Mauricio Macri, to the point of having an inflation of almost 90%, that showed what they didn't want that we discovered. The Superior Electoral Court modifying their own site to contain the bolsonarista offensive. Silence. Silence even from the president that we tried to put back to where he belongs, which is a bad feeling as we don't seem to have support of what we support. Some of the demonstrators, are forcibly silenced in a state of censorship. Constitution getting unfollowed, a military intervetion that never arrives, and I'm no idea now who is worse: the thief, Lula, or the unconstitutional egghead, Alexandre de Moraes. The hell didn't even start, but the purgatory is already unbearable.
I was already waiting for the FIFA World Cup since the end of 2018, when Belgium now I know why Quizmaster hates them postponed our plans of the "hexa". Now I have it. As I said before, I can't understand some people's happiness, them hating football, them hating Bolsonaro, them hating what I see the best option in both cases. But what can I do? Nothing. I just won't cross my arms and act like:
They won't take out what I learnt through these days, for better or for worse. But on all these mixture of sensations, I just want to cover my head with a pillow, cry silently, try to sleep calmly, and understanding what is politics, so I could be the ruler, the president, make the things by myself, try to find solutions for our problems, elevate Brazil to the superpotency status, being beloved. And so I wake up, and a dream is drained from my mind, like the water in the vast deserts of Qatar, taken out by footballs.