HAHAHAH... Agora VAI!
O Lula tem a faca, o Chávez tem o queijo [e o leite, pelo visto] - será que o mapa vai virar de cabeça pra baixo?
Pudera, mas a visita de Bush aqui só me faz concluir algumas coisas, a seguir:
Bush levará o Corinthians pra jogar no Iraque, assim os soldados verão que há coisa pior que a guerra.
Bush confundirá São Paulo com Egito. Basta olhar pela janela do Hilton e ver aquela obra faraônica na Água Espraiada.
Bush também confundirá São Paulo com as Ruínas Gregas, ao passar pela "Fazendinha" na Marginal Tietê.
Bush é anti-capitalista: ele interfere no trânsito e na produtividade empresarial paulistana na Berrini.
Bush é popular: afinal, tanta segurança é só pra fazer charme.
Mas nem tudo são piadinhas, é fato, o trânsito está um inferno aqui. E me pergunto, pra que todas essas coisas? Até sniper tem na Berrini, que coisa chique. Poético seria se alguém atirasse no Mr. President no maior estilo JFK, mas isso só acontece com democratas. Os Republicanos são old school... old fucking crooked school of DOGS.
É, nesse marasmo de congestionamentos, problemas de classe-média achatada, eu olho pra fora e fico só viajando nos pensamentos de que um dos homens mais odiados do mundo está há poucos kilometros da minha casa. Amanhã, darei aula na hora do almoço a poucos metros dele.
O Brasil tem muito a oferecer, mas não sabe negociar. Lula tem que parar de "implorar aos países ricos que se conscientizem" e sim, força-los a se render às riquezas dos BRIC - e nisso o B pode ser ainda mais maiúsculo se juntássemos a América Latina.
Mas lembrem-se, eu não defendo pobres, e muito menos politicagens. Eu defendo os empresários que estejam eficaz e produtivamente trabalhando para transformar as tecnologias brasileiras em objetos de desejo de países que ficarão arruinados pela guerra. Acontece que para isso, precisamos demolir Brasília, e ensinar aos capitalistas puristas que red negotiators get nowhere. There must be some give-and-take in sharing interests, e nisso digo "interests" em ambos sentidos: interesses e juros. Ah, I'm a dreamer... but I'm not the only one.
Para isso, dedico com muito amor, à todos os líderes políticos que estão no país esta semana,
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you
get older.
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.
And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this
maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.
Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a pat on the back.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.
ainda no clima do show que está por vir... :-D
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