Deep Thoughts: Behold the Face of Evil

I woke up this morning, made my coffee and sat down to read the headlines. Thursday and Friday are newspaper days for me (I don't even glance in its direction during the week). Imagine my shock when I saw that the Spawn of Satan now wants another R$80 million in order to finish up the mammoth construction representing all the evil, corruption, selfishness, pride and iniquity in our fair city, the Cidade da Musica. It seems like now "someone" will be looking into the details of how the already R$518 million were spent - but at this point, who's counting? I'll tell you who - I am!

Good God, man! How can you justify this kind of extravagance during a time of crisis and in a developing country? How can you justify this expenditure when our school system is sadly lacking, our streets are in a deplorable state, our hospitals are in desperate need and most importantly, no one cares a button about whether we have a Cidade da Musica here or not, especially when taking into consideration the astronomical cost involved in making it, not the mention the maintenance.

Cesar and his minions tried to throw an inauguration ceremony there last night but the Fire Department declared that it was a hazard and needed some additions made before anyone could celebrate there. Cesar Maia called it "Murphy's Law". I call it divine intervention.

Did it ever occur to him that perhaps God does not want to reward evildoing? That moving to the dark side may have earned him some demerits as far as the "universe" is concerned? I wouldn't be surprised if hellfire, damnation, meteors, locusts, plague and lightning befall that cursed place. Beware of the Cidade da Musica people, because pissing off the "higher powers" has proven to be an issue in the past and there's a historic precedence for destruction as a punishment. I hope to God nothing transpires that jeopardizes the health of the innocent singers and performers there, or even worse - the audience. Pride cometh before a fall and you know I want to be far, far away when the proverbial shit hits the proverbial fan, and you'd be wise to do the same.

Shame on you, Cesar Maia and posse! May you reap what you sow a thousand times over. May you live in everlasting shame and contempt. May everything you touch turn to dust, and may you be removed from public office and never be trusted again. Shame, shame, shame on you! You know you're getting coal in your stocking this year! Watch out fool, Santa is coming to town - and he's not happy!