Lula, Bush, "The Big Brazilian" soccer season and the NFL

or, How mankind is reduced to beings more ghoulish than swine.

I have been saying for a long time now how our president Mr. Squidward Tentacles is no mere puppet. Those tentacles had turned him into a freaky monstrous king of rats and his term is the pied piper himself.
Oh yea we love to look out and point at the Great USA and lay all the Blame of Evil on Mr. Bush, Jr. There is no shadow of a doubt he reigns in a kingdom of blind evil, but my household's roof is shattered.
Fear and Loathing, I'll say! When I read Saddam Hussein was condemned to death by Hanging. Oh yea he did do monstrous, HIDEOUS things! Absolutely unforgivable! But then, WHO hasn't done hideous things? No, I am not suggesting he shouldn't die. He must die! It's the medieval circus that bothers me. And listen, I am 110% in favor of capital punishment. But it is in my perception the scum of this Earth should be cast away in silence. This "event" brings to surface some sort of savagery which we, the well-informed modern society should loathe.
It is my sense that sooner or before all sorts of atrocities will be televised for the sake of revenge. So be it. I am constantly asked, "But what about if your son were raped?" - yea, it's easy to get to the nerve of a mother when the topic is the fuckin' pedophiles - "Well I would kill the muthafucker with no remorse and with all the sadism I am due to withdraw from beneath. But hey, I don't want a crowd.
It's disgusting how humans jack off on freak shows. Well, Bush and Saddam are each getting what they deserve.
The families of soldiers lost in a War that feels like 99 overtimes without one single score have opened their eyes and ears and now begin to grasp what deceitful speech is the words that come out of bush-a-boy-redneck-king. Justice at last for the thousands of Iraqi families who have been struggling through misery and disgrace, from conqueror to conqueror... feels like 99 overtimes without one single score.
But what about Brazil? WHAT Gloomy mischievous fate awaits us?
Four more years. In Brazil, for the working class, it is like doing time. It is like mandatory heavy duty labor where the greedy bloodsucking vampire dogs bathe in the milk of the tits of intolerable taxes, draining the soul of a feeble middle class, turning the poor into [happy] peasants [who own magnificent debit "beggar-cards"] and withdrawing riches to Neverland.
What happened to the dossiegate? Was I the ONLY one to compare Lula to Nixon? No I wasn't. That disgusting borgoise magazine what pollutes hundreds of households in Brazil, aka Veja, finally did something productive and pointed out the similarities between Watergate and Lulagate.
Mas a permissividade da sociedade Brasileira já é tamanha que qualquer putaria escapará impune. There are no limits to corruption and therefore, the whores of politics have finally copulated with one another and now shall bear a loathsome child - a byproduct of siphillis and some other hideous deteriorating disease. And this disease will take over the Congress and the Senate and will stain our water and smog our air.
But behold! Brazil is the land of the Future. Always Future. I shall not dwell on the now, for who knows, MY TEAM will win the Brasileirão this year. And Timão will be the champion too, of the future: segundona 2008.

2008, a creepy year where the Republicans may win again in America - and if Doctor Hunter Thompson were alive he would grin and groan Fear and Loathing! For They are more stupid that I had foreseen back when Al Gore lost in the first term!
2008, a creepy year for Brazil. Police what to identify every internet user, NOTHING has been done regarding the prision system - and they keep filling it up to the brim - and priorities are more rotten the 6-month-old apples in the Sun.
2008, a creepy year for this planet, where hangman's jury shall rejoice in a ludicrous demented panis et circus...
But worry not, Eu acho que dessa vez o Tricolor não será marido broxa.

Author's Note: I got really inspired after reading the first whole section of Hey Rube, by HST.