I Hate Brazil!
Countries and Places March 7th, 2008I hate my country - Brasil - because people here only import themselves with soccer, ass and carnival. The people is a disaster! The great majority of Brazilians are ignorant and impolite by option. The person admired in this country is that one that obtains to give the cost of the others well. I hate to live here! The tourists believe that all Brazilian women are prostitutes and that everybody likes carnival. You still think it’s true? You’re damn wrong!
Now comes the big question: “What has Brazil ever done wrong?” This is the easy part. Brazil violates so many basic human values that it’s an absolute wonder it’s managed to evade the Outrage Industry all these years. As far as your average schmuck is concerned, Brazil shed its authoritarian past, and for the past 15-20 years has pursued a progressively pro-American, pro-Western, pro-capitalist line.
According to Global Justice, in just one state, Rio de Janeiro, police killed 1,195 citizens in 2003. Human Rights Watch estimates that police murder well over 3,000 per year in total, noting that the figure could be far higher “as many states do not record such figures correctly and some do not record them at all.”
Football fans. What a bunch of faggots! You really have to be in love with men in order to sit sweating for hours on end in the middle of 75,000 of them, holding on to your flag, scratching your nuts, belching, farting and every once in a great while screaming “Goooooooool!” Really. Poofters, every one of them.
I hate Brazil!
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April 15th, 2008 at 4:27 am
I Hate my life. I Hate absolutely everything about my life right now, and there’s little or nothing I do about it, cause most of the time im dealing with the dillemma: to have- a simple, ussual, life; or not to have it-. Right now, that’s me, just… normal. Though… that’s not who i’d want to be. I hate the fact that I have no real friends, though I know and hang around enough people to spare. I hate the fact, that the only person that I really, really cared about, hates me, because i didn’t treat her like I should have - I lied to her. Big, fat, lie. I hate, really hate, my guts, for messing everything up, from the beggining to the end. Because, you never know when the end is coming - I do know this is the end, with her. I hate my disability to say what i have thought about just before, instead saying the exact opposite of what the perfect thing to say was. I hate my voice.
But I absolutely love, her. I love her, and she hates me. I didn’t trust myself, didn’t trust myself to her, I loved her without loving myself. Now she feels, both about me and about herself, just as I do about this body and mind of mine: Hate.
May 2nd, 2008 at 8:29 pm
Every place has it’s share of idiots, assholes, and whoremongering… but it sounds like Brazil has a police problem. Interesting that I’ve never heard this before.
July 10th, 2008 at 8:02 am
Damn right.
July 26th, 2008 at 11:13 pm
I was born in Brasil. Oi.