Boing - A volta

Mazahhhhhhhh...

Fala gurizada, estou de volta as postagens. Se bem que esta primeira vai ser uma cópia do blog do senhor Profeta aquele. Gostei do fórum lá, já me cadastrei e respondi no post do filme. Na verdade... Eu ainda não sei se meu comentário foi, sumiu, ou está em outro tópico.Mas como tempo vou aprendendo.

Enfim, belos textos dos amigos (devidamente comentados por este que vos escreve).E era isso. Agora voltei de vez e pra cima deles.

Aí vai o texto:

"Tropa de Elite

Estava ansioso para assistir o filme. Depois de dezenas de reportagens e fatos sobre Tropa de Elite, fui ao cinema ver a película. Normalmente não gosto de assistir esses filmes 'ultravalorizados' pela mídia ou coisa do gênero. Os Simpsons é um exemplo disso, não vi até hoje... E nem tenho a menor vontade de assistir. Poderia ficar aqui citando vários filmes deste gênero... Mas hoje quero apenas falar sobre o Tropa de Elite.

Obviamente como todo filme que criamos uma grande expectativa, ele não foi tudo isso que eu esperava. Gostei dele, é um bom filme... Mas nada de absurdo. Destaco aqui a atuação do Wagner Moura, o cara é bom mesmo. O ator André Ramiro... Também é um dos meus destaques em Tropa de Elite. Enfim, no fim das contas... Achei um filme interessante e bem realista. Me fez pensar sobre várias coisas. Entre elas uma certa identificação com o MESTRE Capitão Nascimento (personagem do Wagner Moura).

Não vou falar sobre métodos de trabalho ou 'torturas', mas tem umas passagens sensacionais com as quais eu concordo. Por exemplo, lá pelas tantas o BOPE invade uma boca de fumo e mata um traficante, Capitão Nascimento então pergunta a um classe média que estava por lá:

'Com quem tava a carga? Fala'. (aos berros)

O cidadão responde:

'Não sei não senhor, eu sou estudante'. (se borrando de medo)

'Estudante é o caralho... Tu é um merda que sustenta essa porra toda'. (ainda aos berros)

Obviamente o dialogo foi maior do que isso, mas coloquei as principais partes (resumidamente) só pra ter uma idéia da coisa. Concordo com o capitão... É assi mesmo, o pessoal da classe média sempre financiando o tráfico com seus 'baseadinhos' e 'pós'. E dá nos nervos isso.

To com o Nascimento.

O filme ainda tem um lance de passeata contra a violência que eu achei uma obra ele narrando. Mas isso merece um texto próprio. No fim das contas, valeu a pena pagar 10 pila para assistir o filme.

É aquele papo, continuo achando os direitos humanos uma forma de proteger bandido...Mas agora tem um novo mestre no pedaço para acabar com essa ladainha...

Capitão Nascimento.

Esse é o nome dele.

'No meu batalhão só entra policial honesto. Se for corrupto, é fraco, pede pra sair'.

Pena que não é a realidade."

E era esse o texto.

Obs: Texto postado como conselho do nosso mestre Pepeco. E vocês sabem... Pepeco é mestre e pedido dele é uma ordem.

Até a próxima.

É isso ae!!!

Pois bem meus caros amigos...
Interrompo eu esta putaria de ficar escrevendo em Inglês... Afinal, este é um blogue Brasileiro!!! E mais do que isso!!! Um blogue gaudério!!!
Coloquei a foto para que vocês possam repletir sobre as nossas raízes!!! Lembrem!!! País do futebol!!! Samba!!! Mulatas!!! E é claro!!! BUNDA!!! Lembram do É o tchan???

Apenas para não deixar passa... Diógenes, realmente a parte que tu destacou da imagem parece ser pedaços de carne.... Como o camarada perdeu as pernas no acidente... Achou que tu as encontrou... Puta merda, essa foi terrível...

Seguindo. Após a criação do Fórum do Diógenes, diga-se de passagem: Do caralho!!! Mas ninguém mais empolgado do que o nosso amigo Conniff... Que sempre foi um incentivador da criação de um Forum. Mas o que eu queria dizer é que acho que o blogue, este, irá definhar... Já tivemos uma baixar, pelo menos temporária, do nosso amigo Cap. Boing... E acredito que o fórum passará a ter mais atenção...

Mas de qualquer maneira, sigo eu com minha palavras perdidas...

Desejo a todos uma ótima semana.

Versão 3 - A vingança

If you think Daniel’s writings were “write [in English] wrong a lot” (although there are no mistakes on his text), oh, boy, you should take a good look at this...

Greetings.

First and foremost, I would like to say that Mr. Camozzatto is one of the greatest philosophers of our time. The mere fact that he is not recognized as such by this (insert an adjective here) world is yet another evidence of my theory.

Moreover, I do believe that is very important to discuss ethical matters on this blog. I mean, we live mostly for what we *shall* do as robots, how do we say that... chorus... wake up, have breakfast, work a lot, get home tired, see some TV/computer, drink some wine and get to sleep, because there will be plenty of work on the other day and we are too exhausted to think of something else. So, there is few time left to wonder about vices and virtues, not to mention the concept of good life and so forth.

Come to think, it is all a great paradox: I have access to countless websites, but I live in the Age of Missinformation and don’t have any time to access them (when I do, I have to use Google or Wikipedia to get even more missinformed about several subjects...).

Perhaps there are too many people with very little knowledge. Who knows...

But these matters shall be addressed in another text. Let us stick with (on??? Diogenes, help!) the matter at hand.

The subject that I am willing to discuss is related to this discussion:

See it all here, in Portuguese: BLOG DO RAFA:

http://meuollhardomundo.blogspot.com/2007/08/lamentvel.html

Well, as far as my English skills allow me to present my argument accurately, I humbly disagree with my fellow friend Camozzato. I hope he understands that I do so not as a sport, as he knows that I disagree a lot with everyone else too, often also with myself. I swear I’ll try not to sound disagreeable, if you know what I mean.

I upheld that people should be held responsible for their choices and acts. It happens that those who wear body piercings are more likely to be employers of Rock n’Roll stores rather then Body Care Clinics, as I explained before. It is a sociological fact that Weber himself could not deny. I am defending the idea that one must bear the consequences of his choices, that is, in this case, having a hard time finding a job.

I am not neglecting the effect of the “environmental influence” on the character of people, it is impossible to deny it. I am just saying that this is a cultural matter, not a ethical one. I mean, twenty years from now, it will perhaps be the exact opposite. Notwithstanding, there are other influences as well (genetical, for example), and I still believe that one can make choices alone. No one is *coeherced* to do something, at least not in my example.

Denying jobs for those who have tattoos or body piercings still does not seem wrong to me. The employer is interested in earning money. So, he ought to hire those who are more likely to bring profit to his business, am I right? Yet, you say, but he will judge people by their looks... Of course he will, otherwise he would randomly select the candidates, what I think it is a good way of choosing politicians, not peasants.

Yeah, I know that is not a bright argument cause one can use it to justify a person that hires no black people cause that is not profitable. In that case, it is morally wrong from my point of view, although it is hard to explain the difference. It gets even worse if one considers employing no gay people, because it is disputable whether or not being gay is a choice or not. The Pope and Marta Suplicy have clearly opposite views on the matter.

(That’s such a lawyer’s utterance and I am using it to destroy my own argument. Shame on me).

For now, let us resume with our example regarding body piercings:

In this sense, to use body piercings or not does not appear to be a moral dilemma or a natural imposition. Of course, those who use it will face the social consequences of this behavior, as I stated before. I am neutral on the matter. I just don’t like it and tend to respect those who use it, as my cousin, for instance.

Free will. Free choice. Responsibility. I rest my case, knowing that this was a pittiful excuse for reasoning, considering the fact that I am a Master in Law's applicant.

Brief comment in portuguese: No fundo, filosoficamente, eu rejeito a idéia de livre arbítrio, mas deixemos isso para lá. Prometo, ainda, uma argumentação lógica mais consistente no futuro, caso o Daniel ou o meu primo decidam não ter piedade da minha falha argumentação ;).

That is all folks. I was informed that my cousin is doing some sightseeing in, believe it or not, Rio de Janeiro. For him I’ll give my best wishes in his new journey (he’s living with his girlfriend in MG). Be Happy, mate, you deserve it. Write here someday. Looks like I’ll have to buy him a “borrifador” or a Zippo Lighter also. :)

Farewell, my esteemed friends. I plan to return more often when I have my own computer. For now I leave you with a picture that speaks for itself, even if you don’t understand a word in Russian.

PS: I forgot to mention. Next year I intend to begin a journal (diary). Who cares, anyway.

PS2: Let us all wait for the “Grand Opening” of Daniel’s website. Man, 500Gb is more than I can ever think of! We already have a forum, that’s wonderful already :).

Diógenes - Puta que pariu v2

Greetings, gentleman.

I decided that today I'll write my text in english, and I will write wrong a lot. I ask for the forgiveness of my three blog partners and for that of the reading public. You might be thinking: "what's the point of using another language?", but I assure you that I have my motives - or, at least, a good motive. Truly, I just happen to think that every language has it's own unique talent.

For instance: If you want to emphasize everything you say, stick to english. It makes you sound wise and/or nasty. It's great if you're trying to be cynic. If you want to have a lot of adjectives to describe things, use portuguese. Too bad they all sound... wrong. If you want to insult someone, go with french (I mean, nothing can be more humiliating than being called names in a language that sounds so gay). If you want to sound like you're having an argument, try italian. Calling someone names and cursing their whole family? German. Making stupid remarks while drunken and still looking funny? Russian.

Anyway, when I saw the image posted by our dear friend Mr. Nasrudin I was confused by some curious, reddish pixels, and thrilled to find something strange amongst the debris. Here, take a look...

(follow the almost invisible red arrow to the distorted circle)



"What is that?", I so wonder right now! Could that be debris? Could that be human flesh? It seems to me like some kind of red, very flexible and volumous material... but then again, could it just be my mind looking for two lost legs.

Well, now that's a fucked up idea. Really, I don't know what's worst: having the idea OR recognizing that it's a fucked up idea and doing nothing about it.

Oh well. On to more important things.

(Obs: Notice that anything useful I might have written past the above text is now unreachable by most human beings, who must certainly have given up reading all this bullshit after I questioned if the red thing in the picture is human flesh... oh well, once again.)

One thing that never fails to annoy me is: 1) idiotic people having idiotic views about fucked up situations, also known as 2) idiotic people making up and advertising false notions about fucked up things.

For instance, about case 1 (idiotic people having idiotic views about fucked up situations): I once saw this story on the news about some kids in a public primary school drawing and painting things on some crumpled pieces of paper, and the reporter would ramble on and on about their talent and about how they would be "our future artists"... WHAT A LOAD OF CRAP!

Man it hits me hardly, like - just friggin kick me on my balls or whatever!!!! You won't make them hurt as bad! Artists? What art can there be in a world like this? I mean - for Christ's sake - how can there be art in a world that cares for nothing but money? ARGH! SO JUST FUCK YOU ALL, you stupid motherfuckers and your stupid, fucked up ideas!

And just before I lose the will to comment upon this very vivid - but otherwise invisible to everyone around me - thought, what the hell is wrong with the people who have good ideas? Oh excuse me - what good ideas? Only profitable ideas will be accepted, and to such extent that every field of work / research that might resemble an enjoyable and time/effort worthy task is made impracticable.

So, how do I get things done without SILLY things like "inspiration" and "creativity"? Take all the great geniuses in history and just be rid of them - they're just a bunch of schizophrenic idiots anyway, right? -, and ALL HAIL THE MASS PRODUCTION of techies, cientists, artists, philosophers, statesman and brainy-shitpeople.

And I say: take all your highly specialized human beings and start looking for a brain inside their heads. Face it: any idiot can be PHD on something nowadays. They have absolutely nothing where their brains should be! For all their knowledge, you might as well just ask a wall about any of the REALLY IMPORTANT questions you might have. And that's the people on whose hands you put humanity's future upon!

About number 2 (idiotic people making up and advertising false notions about fucked up things): I guess people just enjoy being played with and fucked. I mean, why else would you let thousands of stupid people, who just can't think broad enough to be able to judge their own actions make decisions for you?

Everyone has bad ideas. I surely do; about all things, all the time. The difference between me and all the politicians, church preachers and people known as "chiefs" is that I do not think that MY stupid ideas should be enforced upon all other idiots.

But I don't think that this is just about mental submission to those who are stupid. For instance: as an engineer, why should I create the tools that fools will use to do stupid, meaningless and worthless things? All our science, all our technology and effort in thoughts - to create a theme park for a bunch of MONKEYS! What a laugh!

Sometimes I wonder: if all the brilliant people throughout history were perceptive enough to see they were building a world in which people would live so miserably, like maggots, denied access to the gifts of our godly fire (that is intelligence and intuition), without any love for life and like playthings and slaves of some of the most despicable samples of homo sapiens, what would they do? Would they still create this world we know? Or would they create a space station and look down on us all, laughing at our stupidity?

Well, I know what *I* would do if I faced such a decision, and that's enough for me.

Enough. I'm tired and tomorrow I must follow the flock of dumb sheeps to a stupid job where I will be creating an outdated, useless and uninspiring tool for a bunch of idiots - if only they decide to grace me with their audience. So long, blog.

I leave you now with my friend, the embeded video from Youtube. :P

Puuuuuuuuuta que pariu!!!

De acordo com o site do Terra o Senhor Príncipe Harry foi fotografado lambendo o mamilo de um amigo!!! Mas que bichona, penso eu... Mas tudo bem... O cara é príncipe, querem coisa mais fresca do que o cara ser o príncipe???

Quanto ao post enumerado do meu amigo Conniff??? Puta frescura... Mas que merda meu amigo!!! Mas pelo menos o amigo deu o ar da graça!!! E adora essa frase... “Deu o ar da graça”

Agora me pergunto... Por onde andam os demais integrantes deste tão distinto blog???
Estariam furnicando com animais pelo campo??? Sim, esta é a nova moda em Paris... Ok, talvez não... Mas no interior é, e sempre será, moda!!! No lugar de moda, entenda-se uma necessidade insuprível de sexo!!!

Bem, para variar, sem coisa com coisa... E falando em coisa, que pelo e-mail que um amigo meu mandou é cú de cachorro... Por sinal, falemos deste e-mail!!! Simplesmente insuperável!!! Uma obra de arte!!! Quem não sabe do que estou falando!!! Que leiam seus e-mails porra!!! Apenas uma nota, eu fui inventar de ler este e-mail enquanto aguardava os Yankes na sala de reuniões... Quase me caguei rindo e tive de parar de ler, pois estava gargalhando quase!!!

Sem nada mais para acrescentar... Espero, e muito, que os demais se pronunciem...

Sem mais...

Nasrudin

Obs.: Não ía colocar imagem alguma, mas pensei que deveria... Então coloquei no google o título do post entre aspas. Então, apareceu a imagem que foi postada logo acima. Para os menos avisado, aquilo era, e notem o tempo verbal, ERA um carro de corrida... Pelo que pude confirmar, foi o acidente de Alessandro Zanardi, que perdeu as duas pernas neste acidente...

O cara que postou essa foto no blog dele escolheu muito bem o título, assim como eu... Quem foi a PUTA que pariu o cara que bateu no carro dele!!!