Old Bolsanaro

Old Bolsanaro wishes he was, and takes strides to become, a fictional character as a way to promote more predictable backlash from his invasive, divisive and inflammatorily abusive comments—you know, to make a level playing field and billiard table smooth backboard for his me-against-them game of basketball. A wealthy slob such as him whose shrewd post-modern financial skills extend not beyond personal aggrandizement into the ‘for the public good’ realm as implicitly promised by what seems to have been an epoch ago when he snatched victory from the hand of a former First Lady, to say nothing about the his recent failed victory snatch, has plowed the net worth of countless thousands of homeless people into the creation and deployment of an amplifier to blast the sound of his one hand clapping in much the same way the Communists continually saturated the soundscape of the populace with their brand of propaganda. Your five point safety harness, designed to assure that you arrive intact, will do nothing should you, or your seatmate, have undiagnosed severe motion sickness that is revealed during this rollercoaster ride we know as the 24 hour news cycle that opened not that many decades ago but has yet to receive any scheduled maintenance.