Politic is Love

When Alckmin’s son died.
Dilma was there.
Without saying a word.
She embraced him.
And they cried together throughout the whole funeral.
When FHC’s wife died.
Lula was there.
And the same happened.
When Lula’s wife died.
FHC was there.
They embraced and cried together.
It used to be common in politics.
In those delicate moments.
Compassion outweighed rivalry.
At the Realengo school shooting.
Dilma cried.
And gave a moving speech.
Offering condolences to the families.
She declared three days of mourning.
Maria do Rosário.
Minister of Human Rights at the time.
Embraced the families.
And offered every kind of support.
Today.
It seems that these gestures are exceptional.
But they’re not.
Compassion.
Is the behavior.
Of someone who is human.
PT.
PSDB.
PMDB.
And so many other parties.
They all made mistakes.
But they kept rivalry.
In the field of ideas.
Bolsonaro.
Brought a new kind of politics.
Which is not politics at all.
It’s hatred.
Rage.
And an end.
The goal is always to destroy the opponent.
With lies.
Or verbal aggression.
This man celebrated the death of Lula’s grandson.
And never showed respect.
For Marielle’s death.
By the way.
Who ordered Marielle’s killing?
See.
The issue here.
Is not just Bolsonaro’s incompetence as a politician.
It’s that Bolsonaro is inhuman.
Evil.
Cruel.
5,000 deaths.
Thousands of people buried without tests.
Without dignity.
A pandemic!
And even though the damage is already immense.
It is still far from over.
And Bolsonaro laughs.
And says.
“So what?”
Damn.
I’ve already lost five loved ones.
I see friends.
On the front lines.
People who set out to help.
Dying.
And Bolsonaro is laughing.
Trivializing death.
Doing absolutely nothing.
Look.
If you pressed 17.
And you’re not regretful.
There’s something very wrong with you.
Bolsonaro is sadistic.
Cruel.
And you don’t need to be like him.
For Brazil to change.
There’s only one way.
Compassion!