Television - Marquee Moon (in memoriam Richard Lloyd)

 

 

West End Blues - Louis Armstrong

 

Don’t Be Fooled. This Is What Trump Wanted.

 

Michelle Cottle

Talk about a thumping. After months of struggling to overcome brutal political fundamentals, most Republicans awoke Wednesday to the fresh pain of getting kicked to the curb by the American people, along with a fat dollop of dread about what comes next.

But not President Trump. I suspect he greeted the morning with a tingle of anticipation, if not outright excitement, for what lies ahead: two years of nonstop, bare-knuckle brawling with a Democratic-controlled House and Senate. In other words, Mr. Trump’s idea of heaven.

Yes, the president is a sore loser, as Jan. 6 illuminated in blood and chaos. He got busy early in this election rigging the playing field in his team’s favor, then spent the final months of it pleading with followers to pretend he was on the ballot.

But he wasn’t really on the ballot, meaning he can now tell himself this electoral humiliation had nothing to do with him. And he has never given two flips about the fortunes of the broader G.O.P. So, in his mind, Republicans’ belly flopping without him probably just confirms his singular importance.

Mr. Trump cares only about developments that affect him directly. As such, he might feel a whisper of unease about his lap-dog Republicans ceding control to crusading Democrats with subpoena power and two years of pent-up rage. After all, one of his go-to campaign pitches to Republican voters this year was that, if the blue team won the midterms, Democrats would immediately revive their unfair persecution of him. Maybe even impeach him a third time!

But, deep down, a Democratic win was surely what he was rooting for all along.

Conflict is Mr. Trump’s jam. The nastier the better. For all his self-aggrandizing talk about building stuff, his true talents lie in combat and destruction. He long ago shattered the spine of the G.O.P., so humiliating its members now is a minor thrill at best. But facing off against Democratic majorities in both chambers still buzzing from their electoral win? Now that is something to live for.

Expect Mr. Trump’s relations with Congress next year to make the partisan hostilities of his first term look like a meditation retreat. The incoming chairmen of the House Judiciary and the Oversight Committees have likely been protein loading and drawing up subpoena lists for months in preparation for their coming investigations into Trump & Company. At least, I sure hope so.

Not that Mr. Trump has ever cared much about congressional authority. Which means we can look forward to rampant stonewalling of Democrats’ requests for documents and witnesses. If at least a couple of administration officials aren’t held in contempt of Congress by the end of next year, it won’t be for lack of trying.

For Mr. Trump, this pandemonium is doubtless much more fun than the thankless tedium of trying to govern. The guy has never been much for policy, unless you count whipping up fear of immigrants and imposing a tariff scheme that seems to have been drawn up on the back of a napkin. And his second-term “accomplishments” thus far have been about as popular as a root canal without sedation.

True to form, Mr. Trump has responded to his failures by whining about the public’s refusal to appreciate everything he has done for them. Pre-election, members of his administration pleaded with voters to just be a little patient, to allow more time for the positive results of the administration’s policies to manifest. Maybe buy their spoiled kids fewer toys in the meantime.

That’s all over now. Going forward, Mr. Trump can simply redirect the blame for all of his incompetence onto Democratic lawmakers. High gas prices? A disastrous war in Iran? More expensive health care coverage? Rural hospitals shuttering? Pfft. If only the radical Communist extremist Democratic majorities would let Mr. Trump work his magic, all those problems and more would have been resolved by now.

Will his blame shifting work? Maybe with the Trump Kool-Aid drinkers. But it is the natural condition of the president to be blamed for most of what goes down on his watch, and a growing portion of the electorate has grown wise to his game.

There has been some speculation about whether, saddled with divided government, Mr. Trump will make an effort to cut a few bipartisan deals. Perhaps pursue populist tax changes or reduce prescription drug costs or … you know, something.

It is indeed pleasant to imagine that the president cares enough about, if not the welfare of Americans, at least his own legacy to get serious about helping people other than his rich cronies and grifter family. I wouldn’t hold my breath. Mr. Trump has never displayed much interest in or patience for working out knotty bipartisan deals. Rather than waste time on policy negotiations, he seems more likely to sit around binge watching Fox News and noodling over how to annoy his Democratic nemeses with yet another monstrous monument to himself.

The closing years of a presidency can be a drag. Especially if, like Mr. Trump, you have done a lousy job. The electorate is tired of you. Your congressional team is increasingly focused on the future beyond you. Worse, people expect you to own the problems you once railed against, along with the failed policies you have rammed through. Where is the joy in that?

Instead, Mr. Trump can now spend his waning days in office wallowing in perpetual combat and chaos. That has always been his happy place, no matter the cost for the rest of us.

THE NEW YORK TIMES

The Anal Stage of US Politics

 

 

JEFFREY ST, CLAIR 

Donald Trump seems to have reached that transcendent state of personal satori, where he is liberated from all inhibitions, political and psychological. His true persona has been unleashed out on the road, at one pit-stop rally after another.

Trump seems not to care–perhaps he doesn’t even notice–that the once-packed auditoriums have dwindled to the point where giant curtains don’t cover the sections of empty seats. The rousing receptions have been groans and baffled silences, as he rambles on and on about his own peculiar obsessions. He riffs on Nicki Minaj’s ass and Arnold Palmer’s penis. He brags over and over again about being the only president to have taken and passed (without missing a question) “a very difficult” cognitive test, three times! Even though his recent performances would suggest otherwise.

He drops strange hints about his declining health. He showed up to one rally with a bruise on his left eye, leaving some to wonder whether Meiania belted him or Natalie smacked him with her portable printer.

He indulges in his lusty fantasies on the musculature of the male anatomy, using a sitting US senator as a case study. He spins sadistic stories of violence, murder and torture. He enjoys the theater of cruelty, though not Artuad’s kind. He often sounds like he’s narrating a slasher film. Here is Trump entertaining his followers with a debased description of the murder of Iryna Zarutska for no discernible reason other than his own titillation: 

He was a big, strong guy and he stood up and violently slashed her neck. Almost cut her head right off. Slashed it violently and viciously. For those people who are able to handle that kind of stuff, you know exactly what I’m talking about. Very rarely do you see it run beyond the actual, almost-hit. If you did, you wouldn’t see anything like it, probably. In many cases, you wouldn’t be the same. Her head was barely attached. And she looked up in that final second of her life, and she said, to herself, ‘Oh god. What happened to me, oh God.’ And she knew she was dead. She knew it. She literally probably lived seconds. Or just a second. She knew what happened. The slash was inches deep. She knew she was in trouble. She walked onto the train because she didn’t wanna…I don’t know what. You could see how scared she was.

Trump boasts endlessly about his own wealth and openly expresses his envy of those wealthier than he is and his disdain for the poor. He ridicules his own supporters and thinks he can get away with it. He tells them their own financial problems are delusions. At one stop, Trump invited his MAGA followers to Mar-a-Lago, with this stipulation: “You could even come to Mar-a-Lago. You’ll be my guest. The problem is that for $5,000, the most you’ll be able to buy is a hamburger and maybe a small dessert. I’m not even sure you could buy that! No, don’t go there. It’s not a good place if you’re price-conscious.”

At another stop, he doubled down on his statement that he couldn’t care less about higher gas prices, saying: “I can just see the fake headlines: ‘President Trump is talking about all the money they’re making while people are suffering at the pump.’ That’ll be the headline. I said I don’t give a damn. I’m gonna say it: We’re making a freaking fortune.’”

America’s truckers, who once convoyed for Trump, aren’t making a fortune. In fact, they’ve been smacked hard by his tariffs and the spike in diesel prices from his imbecilic decision to go to war with Iran. At least 221 trucking companies have filed for bankruptcy this year alone, the most in decades. Smaller companies are, of course, the most vulnerable to financial ruin and are being gobbled up by big conglomerates like JB Hunt.

Trump’s speeches–rants, really–have become more and more profane. It’s like listening to less f-word-fueled private recordings of LBJ or Nixon, except delivered in public before audiences of evangelicals and Christian Nationalists. This is Trump unbound, unconstrained by the grammatical demands of paragraphs or even sentences. Free association is now the name of his rhetorical game and the thoughts and anecdotes unroll in no particular order, skipping from one not necessarily parallel universe to another.

More and more of Trump’s speeches have devolved into mere glossolalia (aka, grunts, groans, belches, wheezes and episodes of gurgling aphasia), which will be interpreted by the most devoted members of his cult as him speaking in the Divine Tongue. But most, I suspect, will see it as evidence of a mind unraveling in real time.

Trump seems to have embraced his own weirdness, a weirdness that has gone pathological. He is the Buffoon-in-Chief and his presidency is our national opéra bouffe with a soundtrack by Lee Greenwood and the Village People.

What is the point of his ravings? Often there is none, except his own gratification. His jokes have no punchlines. His stories fade off without endings. His anecdotes have no discernible political messages. He seems bored. Bored by the road. Bored by his crowds. Bored by his job. Several times he’s told his sparser and sparser audiences he doesn’t want to be there talking to them. They’re not really his kind of people. The kind of people that like ballrooms and are members of golf clubs. He repeatedly interrupts his rants to complain, “Why am I here? I don’t need this.” But of course he needs this. Blind adulation is what he drinks instead of blood.

After all, this losing campaign isn’t really about him, even though it really is all about him. Sure, he’ll seize credit for any unlikely victories. But he won’t take any blame for the losses that seem sure to come.

Everything has gone to hell and he seems to know it, despite Natalie only feeding him (highly edited) good news. His tariffs have backfired economically. His war on Iran is a debacle. He can’t stop the Ukraine war despite his vow to end it on day one. He has been diplomatically outplayed by Xi, Putin, Zelensky and the Prime Minister of Canada. Netanyahu calls and Trump comes and sits. His military has taken it on the chin from Iran and, embarrassingly, the Houthis. Internationally, few fear him anymore, and none respect him. He has alienated his base. His flacks in the White House are scheming behind his back. Women reporters just shrug off his verbal assaults and attempts to humiliate them. Much of the American public now views him not just with disdain but with disgust.

In the end, Trump replaced neoliberalism with neo-narcissism. His economic strategy is unabashed self-enrichment for him and his cronies. Though look out if you were a crony who made out better than he did. Trump has no friends, only collaborators and co-conspirators. He’s never really trusted anyone, not even his sons and accountants. He trusts NDAs, not the people whom he forces to sign them.

So, he celebrates his own malfeasance. Trump wallows in the aroma of his own mess. In the Anal Stage of US politics, it’s a thin line between self-love and self-loathing. One oozes seamlessly into the other.

Trump’s personal wealth has swelled by $3.3 billion since retaking office. He may be America’s first self-dealing president. He’s turned the White House into his own gift shop. Contra Obama, it looks less like a Cheesecake Factory than Michael Jackson’s Neverland Ranch. Interior design as an infantilism.

He’s suggested he will issue sweeping pardons (thank Biden for the precedent) for even the lowest-ranking members of his staff, effectively indemnifying them from prosecution for any crimes or tramplings of the Constitution he tells them to commit. And then he will, of course, force them to sign NDAs to prevent them from ever disclosing what crimes and who ordered them.

Trump doesn’t think he’ll need to pardon himself, though he may do so anyway, just because no one else has had the nerve to, not even Nixon, who was trained by Roy Cohn. It would be another first. And Trump likes firsts, the more unscrupulous, the better.

Trump believes the Supreme Court has given him the green light to do whatever he wants without legal consequences. And he may be right. He can trade on inside information. He can manipulate the markets to his advantage. He can cheat on his taxes. He can shake down white-collar criminals for pardons.  He can accept jumbo jetliners from a foreign government with ties to terrorists. He can reward purchasers of his memecoins with private meetings, even foreign nationals with dealings before the federal government. He can build monuments to himself and deface those of his predecessors. He can target his enemies with revenge prosecutions. All without, he believes, legal consequences. The disruptor agenda of 2015 has shriveled away. All that’s left is the cashing in.

The last vestige of populism that Trump exudes–and he more than exudes it–is his free-wheeling bigotry and the license he gives his followers to hate the same people he does.  As Tolstoy said of Napoleon after his Russian debacle, “He lost the power to think a decent thought.”

COUNTERPUNCH 

  

 

Bitch Queens - Especially Danny

 

They got the good old needs

They got the hunger and they wanna feed They've got their eyes on the prize indeed And that invisible voice calling to breed

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3 people | 3 pessoas

 

Momoko Gill - When Palestine is free

Have we come to see We're only free when Palestine is free Long as we may breathe We turn to heal the rhythm to the sea No more rest in peace

Como Flávio Bolsonaro fugiu do Brasil? “Levarei isso para o túmulo”, diz ele ao NYT

"O jato que o levou a Miami foi providenciado por uma autoridade da Casa Branca, e sua entrada nos Estados Unidos foi autorizada diretamente pelo presidente Donald Trump, segundo autoridades americanas. Ainda há muitos pontos obscuros sobre a viagem, que também levou Bolsonaro pelo Equador e pela Argentina, onde um dos principais assessores do presidente argentino o encontrou em um aeroporto.

No entanto, em sua primeira entrevista desde que fugiu na semana passada, Bolsonaro afirmou que realizou toda essa impressionante e secreta viagem inteiramente por conta própria.

“Fui só eu”, disse ele ao The New York Times na tarde de quarta-feira. “Não houve ajuda absolutamente de ninguém, de nenhum governo.”"

leia entrevista de FLAVIO BOLSONARO
para ANA IONOVA

Como Flávio Bolsonaro fugiu do Brasil? “Levarei isso para o túmulo”, diz ele ao NYT

Trainspotting

 

details round the house | detalhes pela casa

 

 

Depois das eleições...

AMORIM

 

Amaro Freitas - Ayeye

 

 

LONDON

 

Miau Miau Miau

    QUINHO

 

Alicia de Larrocha - Granados: 12 Danzas españolas, Op. 37: 5. Andaluza

 

How the streets and social media drove Lula to a historic comeback in Brazil

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“Some undecided voters we interviewed said Bolsonaro was a playboy who sided with big business, while at the same time spontaneously saying that, if he won, there would be a dictatorship in which people would lose rights,” said Rocha."

read report by Tiago Roggero & Tom Phillips

How the streets and social media drove Lula to a historic comeback in Brazil | Brazil | The Guardian

Primeiro a gente atinge a meta

CRISVECTOR

 

The Guardian view on Lula’s comeback: a victory for Brazil and the world, as well as a Trump rebuff | Editorial | The Guardian

 

 "After the Bolsonaro clan, the next biggest loser from the results of the Brazilian election is Donald Trump. Lula’s win broke a run of seven rightwing presidential wins across Latin America, a regional advance for which Mr Trump had claimed credit. While rightwing leaders in Chile, Paraguay and Peru congratulated Lula on his victory, the White House remained silent. The US president has only himself to blame: he tried to use tariffs to pressure Brazil over the elder Bolsonaro’s prosecution and its courts’ enforcement actions against American tech companies. Mr Trump’s meddling handed Lula a winning argument for Brazil’s sovereignty."

The Guardian view on Lula’s comeback: a victory for Brazil and the world, as well as a Trump rebuff | Editorial | The Guardian

Serbia’s Student List preparing for talks on forming government despite no clear leader

 

"She added that the aim was to “rebuild society from the ground up: full disclosure of all contracts and financial flows; depoliticising and strengthening the judiciary; renewing the education and healthcare systems”, and that state capture should “never again” be possible. "

read more

Serbia’s Student List preparing for talks on forming government despite no clear leader | World news | The Guardian

Carlos Lyra - Canção que Morre no Ar (Carlos Lyra/Ronaldo Bôscoli)

 

Morre no ar
Um resto de canção
Um rosto tão sereno
Tão quieto de paixão
Brinca no ar
Um sempre mesmo adeus
Meus olhos são teus olhos
Para nós

 

Dave Van Ronk - Mack The Knife (Weill-Brecht)

 

Now on the sidewalk, ooh, Sunday morning, uh huh
Lies a body just oozin' life, eek!
And someone's sneaking 'round the corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?

E vai rolar a festa!

MIGUEL PAIVA

KLEBER

GILMAR

JORGE O MAU

FERNANDES

LUTE

 

Brazil: how did Lula beat far-right Bolsonaro?

Brazil’s Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva has won a historic fourth term as president, defeating the far-right candidate Flávio Bolsonaro in a dramatic comeback. Lula is the first candidate to win a runoff election after losing in the first round – taking victory with 51.79% of the vote to his rival’s 48.21%. His win bucks a regional trend, after the son of the former president Jair Bolsonaro had spearheaded a radical populist movement. But with Flávio Bolsonaro refusing to concede defeat, what’s next for Brazil? Michael Safi speaks to Latin America correspondent Tom Phillips

Brazil: how did Lula beat far-right Bolsonaro? | The Latest | Brazil | The Guardian

Flávio prometeu ser o candidato da mudança. Começou mudando-se de país

 

  Flávio Bolsonaro prometeu ser o candidato da mudança. Em dois dias, cumpriu a promessa e de mudou-se de país. Cruzou a fronteira, pegou um voo particular e se pirulitou, segundo seus aliados, para os Estados Unidos, com a ajuda do governo Donald Trump.

Lá, ele vai estar confortável e longe da Justiça brasileira, onde é alvo de dois inquéritos sobre crimes como corrupção, lavagem de dinheiro e evasão de divisas. Somará forças ao irmão Eduardo (foragido das autoridades daqui após ser condenado por interferir no julgamento do pai por tentativa de golpe) no ataque ao governo reeleito e ao Supremo Tribunal Federal.

E não estará desassistido. Daniel Vorcaro, dono do Banco Master, havia transferido a seu pedido ao menos R$ 70 milhões para um fundo nos EUA sob a justificativa de financiar o filme Dark Horse (a PF investiga se não foi para o próprio bolso da família). Isso sem considerar as contas e negócios que tinha com seu amigo Willer Tomaz — volto a este assunto mais adiante.

 Mostra, com sua decisão, um padrão da sua família. Que, diante da Justiça, foge. E, da imprensa, mente. "Nunca pensei em sair do país." A frase foi dita por ele ontem, em vídeo nas redes, após ser intimado pela Polícia Federal a entregar seus passaportes, comum e diplomático, por determinação de Alexandre de Moraes. Diante do histórico recente do senador, a pergunta é inevitável: quem acreditou?

Afinal, ele também havia dito que aceitaria o resultado das urnas. Em 2 de agosto, no programa Canal Livre, da BandNews, garantiu: "Eu vou aceitar, vou concorrer com essas regras". E, em sabatina na TV Globo no dia 16 de outubro, reforçou: "Independentemente de qual for o resultado, vou respeitar."

Respeitou até abrir a boca. Logo após o TSE confirmar a reeleição de Lula, por 51,8% a 48,2%, Flávio disse que não aceitaria o que as urnas lhe disseram, dando como desculpa a extensão no horário de votação. Anunciou que pediria a anulação do pleito. Só omitiu que o pedido para que as urnas permanecessem abertas até às 19h partiu do PT e do seu partido, o PL. Dados do TSE mostram que apenas 35 mil votos foram registrados após as 17h. Lula venceu por mais de 4,4 milhões.

Nesta segunda, ele refugou diante do ridículo: em vez de anulação, vai pedir a cassação da chapa Lula-Alckmin por abuso de poder político e econômico. E uma frase que resume o espírito da coisa: "Não fui eu que perdi, foi o sistema que ganhou". É o manual de quem não sabe perder: a culpa é do juiz, do gramado, da bola, do gandula. Nunca do time.

O pano de fundo da fuga é a PF, que aponta que Flávio e o advogado Willer Tomaz dividiam uma conta no Santander. Tomaz, alvo de busca em agosto por suspeita de lavar dinheiro desviado de aposentadorias do INSS, teve o passaporte cancelado na sexta. Como está fora do país, a medida só terá efeito quando (e se) voltar. Flávio chamou a decisão de "aberração" e de tentativa de intimidá-lo. As defesas dele e de Tomaz negam as acusações.

Faz parte do jogo criticar a decisão de Moraes, discutindo se a apreensão dos documentos teria sido desnecessária. Mas a saída do senador acaba justificando o pedido da PF chancelado pelo ministro do STF.
Continua após a publicidade

Jair disse que não daria um golpe, tentou um golpe, e agora está preso por causa disso. Disse que não tentaria fugir, e fez um teste drive de fuga na Embaixada da Hungria, em 2024, bolou um plano de fuga para a Argentina e, como esquecer, sua icônica tentativa de derreter a sua tornozeleira eletrônica. O que mostra que dois de seus filhos foram mais bem sucedidos que ele em fugir. Não é isso, afinal, o que todo pai quer?

Em política, palavra empenhada é patrimônio. Flávio torrou a sua em poucas horas ao dar as declarações grávidas de golpismo e ao escafeder-se. Se não voltar ao Brasil para responder ao que pesa contra ele, com o medo do que virá com o fim de sua imunidade parlamentar, o senador abre mão de ser líder da oposição. Mas dada as evidências que pesam contra ele, uma saída do país provavelmente já estava nos planos. A solicitação dos passaportes por Moraes apenas a adiantou.

Com dois irmãos nos EUA, dois no Congresso sem a mesma capacidade de articulação e o pai preso, o clã Bolsonaro perde força. Lembrando que Michelle carrega o sobrenome, mas nunca foi considerada pelo marido e enteados como parte do núcleo político. A fuga de Flávio pode representar a primeira grande chance de renovação no comando da direita e da extrema direita brasileiras.

Por outro lado, caso se confirme a participação do governo Donald Trump no plano de fuga, podemos imaginar que a grande mudança trazida por Flávio será, afinal, mais interferência política e econômica dos Estados Unidos ao Brasil.
 

UOL 

A incrivel historia de um rato de esgoto que sonhava em ser presidente do Brasil

GALVAO

 

The Guardian view on Serbia’s student revolution: from principled protest to power

  

"After sustaining their protests and turning them into a political movement, the students resoundingly defeated Aleksandar Vučić’s autocratic government in a snap legislative poll called by the president himself. Their victory constitutes one of the most remarkable election outcomes in recent European history "

read more

The Guardian view on Serbia’s student revolution: from principled protest to power | Editorial | The Guardian

Run The Jewels - goonies vs. E.T.

Baby, if I had another chance,
I would give another chance to you (ooh)
If I make another wish, I would wish for a wish for you (ooh)
But the brass on the magic lamp's damn near rubbed through (through)
It's been wish after wish after wish after wish

And the chances are that none are comin' true 

Flavio foi comprar pão

MARTINEZ

 

JJ Cale - Winter Snow

 

 Winter snow keeps on falling
Somebody has opened up the sky
It looks like out my window
White butterflies

 

Jimi Hendrix - Wait Until Tomorrow

 

Oh Dolly Mae, how can you hang we out this way
On the phone you said you wanted to run off with me today
Now I'm sanding here like some
Turned down serenading fool
Hearing strange words stutter from the mixed-up mind of you

Strongmen like Trump would destroy the planet out of pure spite – and Brazil shows we’re all in peril

  

"What might Bolsonarismo teach us? First, it appears there is no limit to the perversity of the ruling class, which would rather there was nothing left to share than cede any fraction of the planet to the poor.

Second, that it possesses all the tools – social and traditional media, the pulpit and the gun – required to make its perversity look like common sense, or at least irresistible, as force is deployed. Third, that the only defence we have against suicidal gullibility is what the Brazilians call conscientizaçao: raising awareness about the relations between exploiters and exploited, and the violence that underpins them. 

 

Otherwise all that is good, trusting and hopeful in humanity can be harnessed for a war against everyone and everything."

 

read article by George Mombiot 

Strongmen like Trump would destroy the planet out of pure spite – and Brazil shows we’re all in peril | George Monbiot | The Guardian

St. Paul's

 

Abre o sigilo, Flávio!

MOR 

 

 

NOVAES

 

RICO

GILMAR

 

 

JORGE O MAU

 

 

JACK

 

Kassio declara voto em Flávio se tratar 10 milhões de eleitores como bots

 

Se Kassio Nunes Marques, presidente do Tribunal Superior Eleitoral (TSE), considerar que os quase 10 milhões de seguidores do Exército do Lula são parte de uma operação de robôs simplesmente porque se organizam para impulsionar mensagens nas redes sociais, e suspender o canal hoje, poderá dispensar qualquer cerimônia e anunciar seu voto em Flávio Bolsonaro. Seria apenas a formalização de uma preferência política que sua atuação já vem tornando difícil de disfarçar.

Ao determinar que a Meta, dona do WhatsApp, apresente informações sobre a atuação do canal administrado por André Janones, questionando a existência de sincronização de atividades, replicação sistemática de conteúdos e amplificação artificial, o ministro lança sobre seres humanos a suspeita de "comportamento inautêntico".

Alguém precisa explicar ao presidente do TSE que campanha eleitoral não é uma reunião de indivíduos isolados, esperando uma inspiração divina para decidir o que compartilhar. Campanhas existem justamente para organizar pessoas, distribuir conteúdos, combinar horários de publicação, promover hashtags e disputar espaço entre os assuntos mais comentados.

Isso tem nome: mobilização política. Coisa que, no mundo das redes e aplicativos, os lulistas estão fazendo melhor nest segundo turno de 2026 enquanto bolsonarismo já faz desde 2018.

Se milhões de eleitores recebem uma orientação para publicar determinada hashtag às 20h e resolvem fazê-lo, não se transformam magicamente de comportamento inautêntico. Continuam sendo cidadãos exercendo sua vontade, como em um panelaço. A coordenação não elimina a autenticidade da participação.

Evidentemente, se o Exército do Lula estiver espalhando mentiras, que as publicações ilegais sejam removidas e seus responsáveis punidos. Se houver contas falsas ou automação irregular, que sejam identificadas. Mas transformar articulação política em suspeita de fraude é fazer de conta que não se sabe como funciona a internet.

Ou alguém acredita que os aliados de Flávio Bolsonaro não possuem grupos de WhatsApp, não distribuem vídeos prontos, não combinam publicações nem organizam mutirões para levantar hashtags? Como já disse, o bolsonarismo construiu boa parte de sua força eleitoral justamente sobre essa capacidade de mobilização digital. Por que, então, a organização da direita seria militância legítima, enquanto a da esquerda vira comportamento inautêntico?

Confundir mobilização coletiva com manipulação artificial, sem demonstração de fraude, significa criminalizar o próprio funcionamento de uma campanha.

As revelações de hoje de Breno Pires e Pedro Tavares, na revista piauí, sobre Nunes Marques e os interesses de Daniel Vorcaro tornam esse comportamento ainda mais preocupante. As suspeitas envolvendo a atuação do ministro em votações de interesse do banqueiro, que ele nega, levantam dúvidas sobre sua situação política e institucional. Nesse contexto, uma vitória de Flávio Bolsonaro poderia representar um ambiente mais favorável à sua sobrevivência diante das denúncias, passam pelo recebimento de propina na forma de dinheiro ou serviço de garotas de programa.

A obrigação do presidente do TSE é garantir que os brasileiros escolham livremente seu governante, não agir de forma que favoreça um dos candidatos. E milhões de brasileiros têm o direito de se organizar para defender Lula, assim como outros milhões podem fazer o mesmo por Flávio.

Robôs não votam, pessoas votam. E pessoas também se organizam para convencer outras pessoas. Se Kassio Nunes Marques tratar quase 10 milhões de seguidores (que, se fossem uma cidade, seria menor apenas que São Paulo no Brasil) como bots apenas porque atuam em benefício de Lula, estará colocando sob suspeita não a militância petista, mas sua própria imparcialidade.

E, nesse caso, nem precisará declarar voto em Flávio Bolsonaro.

 LEONARDO SAKAMOTO  

UOL 

 

 

 

‘This is a lethal threat’: Indigenous groups fear Bolsonaro’s hold on voters in Brazil’s Amazon towns

 

 

"Monteiro gave several reasons for her decision, including Bolsonaro’s pledges to fight crime and create jobs. But one issue explains why the son of the disgraced former president Jair Bolsonaro is so popular here and across Roraima, where 14 of 15 municipalities backed the far-right politician.

 

Mucajaí was the launchpad for much of the illegal gold rush in which tens of thousands of miners invaded the nearby Yanomami Indigenous territory during Jair Bolsonaro’s environmentally calamitous 2019-2022 presidency. Prospectors used the meandering Mucajaí River to sneak into those protected Indigenous lands near the border with Venezuela, bringing malaria, mercury poisoning, hunger and destruction to its 32,000 Indigenous people. Ranches carved out of Mucajaí’s rainforests conceal clandestine airstrips from which helicopters and planes ferried supplies, miners and sex workers into jungles that the Yanomami’s ancestors are thought to have occupied for at least 1,000 years."

 

READ REPORT BY TOM PHILLIPS

‘This is a lethal threat’: Indigenous groups fear Bolsonaro’s hold on voters in Brazil’s Amazon towns | Brazil | The Guardian

Could highly organised pop fans clinch victory for Brazil’s Lula?

 

"Amid the crowd on Paulista, São Paulo’s main avenue, supporters carried the familiar symbols of the left, from the hammer and sickle to Palestinian flags, but there were newcomers too: Beyhive T-shirts, BTS merch and Taylor Swift motifs."

read report by Felipe Maia  

‘Taylor Swift tells us to take the lead!’ Could highly organised pop fans clinch victory for Brazil’s Lula? | Music | The Guardian

Lemin =- One Brain

 

We closed down the restaurant
All the waiters hated us
They would have spit in our food if they’d known
If only we’d known

The Neville Brothers: Yellow Moon

Yellow moon, yellow moon Why you keep peeping in my window? Do you know something I don't know? Did you see my baby Walking down the railroad tracks?

 

Billie Eilish - bury a friend

 

What do you want from me? Why don't you run from me?
What are you wondering? What do you know?
Why aren't you scared of me? Why do you care for me?
When we all fall asleep, where do we go? 

Dobro a aposta

 

GILMAR

 

 

Batata Frita - Aurora Miranda

 Você só come bife, Com batatas fritas ou petit pois, Mas é que o meu dinheiro, Não é verdura, Que plantando dá, E se você, menino, Não está satisfeito, E quer bancar o grã-fino, Vá dança um tango, Vá comer um frango, Lá pelo cassino. 

 

Uma tarde na Lagoa

 

Um churrasco na lancha com Flávio Bolsonaro, lobistas e garotas de programa durante a pandemia

"Quando a lancha zarpou, pararam no Alô Grau, um restaurante flutuante no lago, onde compraram mais comida e bebida. A conta, paga por Barão, ficou em 1.949 reais. O barco então circulou pelo Lago Paranoá. O Sol era inclemente e os tripulantes temiam que algum drone do entorno os registrasse em seu veraneio pandêmico. Santini e Flávio Bolsonaro ficaram sem camisa. Santini exagerou na bebida. À certa altura, Flávio desceu à cabina com uma das garotas. Ela não foi a única a fazer esse caminho acompanhada do senador naquela tarde." 

João Batista Jr., de São Paulo, Ana Clara Costa, do Rio de Janeiro, e Breno Pires, de Brasília 

LEIA AQUI  

 

Bloomberg London

 

Bora ser elegantes?

 

 

SERGIO RODRIGUES 

  O parentesco etimológico das palavras “eleição” e “elegância” é cristalino, mas sempre confundiu o senso comum. Cheia de promessas vãs, sorrisos sintéticos, acenos para terrenos baldios e até caspa falsa nos ombros para parecer “do povo”, como fazia Jânio Quadros, poucas coisas são menos finas, elegantes e sinceras do que uma campanha eleitoral. Mesmo assim, o que era confusão virou insulto domingo passado, a uma semana desse segundo turno tremendo, quando o Brasil atingiu um novo patamar de deselegância. Primeiro, obra de dementes bolsonaristas ou de agentes infiltrados, o míssil inflável com os dizeres Trump nuke Brazil (“Trump, jogue uma bomba nuclear no Brasil”) desfilou sua ereção grotesca na Avenida Paulista sob olhares complacentes. Poucas horas mais tarde, na mesma cidade, o candidato de Trump se pavoneava em torno de Lula como um garnisé de briga que tivesse aprendido a falar umas poucas palavras (“E a Roberta? E a Roberta?”), no “debate” da Band. Se ficou claro que tem muito brasileiro preferindo morrer de feridas como rosas cálidas a viver numa democracia – ou o míssil infame teria sido implodido rapidinho –, não menos claro é o atestado de óbito do bom e velho debate presidencial assinado aquela noite. Não há debate possível no mundo retórico da extrema direita, todo feito de mentira, deboche e cinismo. Mais um motivo para a gente lembrar que a palavra eleição vem do verbo latino eligere, que significa escolher, separar (o bom do ruim). Um verbo que tem como particípio presente o elegantis, aquele que sabe escolher. Em nome de Jesus, Tupã e todos os deuses desta terra, inclusive o dos ateus: bora ser elegantes?

Brazilian Amazon deforestation falls to lowest on record as pivotal vote looms

  

"Since the start of the Lula administration in 2022, the deforestation rate has slowed by 71.2%, according to the data collated by Brazil’s National Institute for Space Research. This was largely as a result of stronger enforcement measures and state investments in environmental agencies.

These spectacular results, which brought some conservationists to tears, stand in sharp contrast to the 2019-23 term of Jair Bolsonaro, who oversaw a 59.5% increase in Amazon deforestation, roughly equivalent to destroying more than a million trees a day, through cuts to forest protection agencies, reduced implementation of penalties for environmental crimes, and verbal encouragement for illegal miners, loggers and land grabbers."

read article by JONATHAN WATTS  

Brazilian Amazon deforestation falls to lowest on record as pivotal vote looms | Amazon rainforest | The Guardian

Devolve a minha ilha !

CRIS VECTOR 

 
 

Nao é só aqui. | Not only in Brazil

 

 

Outrage after Meta suspends No Kings Instagram account during protests

‘Meta owes us an explanation,’ group says as organizers fear censorship after account goes dark for several hours 

 Outrage after Meta suspends No Kings Instagram account during protests | US midterm elections 2026 | The Guardian

Já vi tira feita com IA e é uma coisa meio assustadora, diz Laerte

  

""O humor é uma linguagem muito ampla. Eu não sou poeta, mas, dentro do meu trabalho de quadrinhos, gosto da ideia de aquilo ser uma linguagem poética também. E a linguagem poética comporta mecânicas e dinâmicas de narrativa que são para ser questionadas. Você não lê João Cabral de Melo Neto ou Drummond e fica se questionando, porque isso é contexto. Você entra no universo da poesia e deixa aquilo chegar até você", afirma.

O que a artista acha problemático, porém, é a ideia de que tudo precisa ser entendido e tem uma resposta correta. "A pessoa vai procurando ler com os olhos de quem lê uma fábula, de quem espera uma moral no fim da história. E aí não tem moral, ou não tem a moral que ela esperava, enfim, e a pessoa fica meio perdida. É uma atenção específica dos dias de hoje, uma atenção moral, e eu não consigo trabalhar com isso.""

leia entrevista com LAERTE
conduziza por JULLIA GOUVEIA