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De Bob Fernandes

Amigas, amigos:
Lembram daqueles Revoltados de restaurante 5 estrelas que chamaram o Mantega de "ladrão", "palhaço" e "sem vergonha" há 4 meses? Eram os empresários João Locoselli e Marcelo Melsohn.
Chamados à Justiça para confirmar ou não o que disseram, pediram perdão, como relata Mônica Bergamo.

Um dos Revoltados, Marcelo, disse que agiu "irrefletidamente" e que o ex-ministro é "probo, honesto e digno".
O outro, João, ao assinar o pedido de desculpas, afirmou não saber de nada que possa " desaboná-lo (a Mantega) em sua vida pública".
Fim desse caso.
Lições elementares e que, ampliadas, valem para outros personagens que estão além desse episódio.
Lições que valem para presepeiros em geral, trolls, fakes, valentões orais e fascistas de qualquer latitude ou longitude.
É direito de todos o de considerar Mantega, personagem desse caso, o pior ministro da História etc...
Todos temos o direito da mais dura crítica a quem quer que seja. Mas caluniar, injuriar, ofender, agredir, é crime e como tal deve ser tratado.
Ignorância, truculência e ódio podem até ser armas na Política, e têm sido, mas nem por isso deixam de ser ignorância, truculência e ódio.
Transformar ressentimentos, recalques e frustrações pessoais - ou mesmo só natural boçalidade- em combustível político é fato cada vez mais presente no debate público, nesse infindável e obtuso Tom & Jerry, Frajola e Pi Piu.
É combustível político, mas nem por isso deixa ser, e produzir, os efeitos que produzem a ignorância, o recalque, os ressentimentos, as frustrações e a boçalidade oca.
É preciso saber distinguir o que é o dever de participar, lutar, cobrar, criticar, ser cidadão, do que é apenas o impulso egoico de ser "protagonista".
O dever exige atitudes objetivas.Pede ações práticas para além das palavras, cabe em manifestações nas ruas e em grupos, mas também, ou ainda mais, no dia a dia, no cotidiano.
Quando amparado na beligerância, no ódio, como instrumento para dar vazão a motivações profundas e obscuras, esse impulso do "protagonismo" pede terapias. Ou tarjas.

Fifa, CBF e Congresso: tudo a ver

Vivemos uma ofensiva conservadora; sucessão de escândalos e trapaças está longe de ser obra do acaso
 

Acreditar que a Polícia Federal americana esteja interessada em varrer a roubalheira mundial é tão verdadeiro quanto imaginar a Fifa vítima de uma conspiração da Casa Branca. Assistimos, isto sim, a mais um trecho de uma crise que se arrasta desde 2008. Como reconhece o próprio FMI, os efeitos do crash estão longe, muito longe, de terem sido eliminados.

O crescimento medíocre da economia mundial, aberrações como o Estado Islâmico, o cerco militar a imigrantes na Europa, o aperto do garrote sobre a Grécia --tudo caminha sempre na mesma direção. O capitalismo "vencedor" é obrigado a raspar o fundo do tacho para tentar sair da enrascada criada por ele mesmo.

Pensar que um país onde um presidente ganhou eleições numa fraude descarada (Bush x Gore), que patrocinou uma quebradeira mundial e espalha o terror "oficial" planeta afora seja um modelo de Justiça é abusar da credulidade popular. Obama aperta a mão de Raúl Castro. Comemoração geral. Distensão no mundo. Quem propaga esta versão só está jogando para a plateia e sonhando com a volta dos velhos tempos de Fulgêncio Batista.

Preto no branco, Cuba é um mercado que não pode ser desprezado neste período de vacas magras. O castrismo, versão tropical do stalinismo, agradece. A partir de agora, terá como seu aliado a turma de Washington na destruição das poucas conquistas sociais obtidas na ilha caribenha. Entre endurecer e a ternura, Havana decidiu amolecer sem resistir --menos com a oposição interna, bem entendido.

Já a máfia do futebol é tão velha quanto a roda. Que a Fifa, CBF, Uefa, Concacaf e demais siglas sempre ficam com o pão enquanto oferecem o circo é sabido de todos. Vamos falar sério: um presidente da CBF, José Maria Marin, rouba medalhas ao vivo e é homenageado pela elite brasileira. Assina contratos milionários com larápios destacados da mídia doméstica e fica tudo por isso mesmo. Alguma hora um novo escândalo tinha que estourar. Quando um bandido quer ganhar mais do que outro, é impossível abafar o barulho.

Vivemos uma ofensiva conservadora. Internacional, e em todos os campos, de futebol e fora deles. Veja-se o que ocorre no Congresso brasileiro. Sem a menor cerimônia, Eduardo Blatter Cunha tabela com Gilmar Del Nero Mendes e trapaceia o regimento, a Constituição, para garantir o controle do grande capital sobre os destinos do país.

A dita situação, ou oposição, ajuda. Deixou para discursos reservados a plataforma de uma Constituinte sobre a reforma política. Que diabo é esse de financiamento público de campanhas? Partido que é partido sério é sustentado pelos que acreditam nas suas ideias, no seu programa. Ou então se contenta em parasitar a "democracia estatal" ou viver da grana do tubaronato.

Até onde é possível enxergar, o que está ruim promete piorar. Quando parlamentares de um partido que se reivindica dos trabalhadores votam a favor do corte de direitos sociais dá para avaliar o tamanho do impasse.

Cabe avisar que os detentores de privilégios não costumam entregar os pontos sem combate. Nem sempre precisam de tanques. Por vias às vezes tortuosas, boa parte do PIB nacional está colocada contra a parede. Empreiteiras, bancos, ministros, chefes do Parlamento, magnatas da mídia, arrivistas dos mais variados ""todos aparecem misturados no liquidificador de falcatruas.

"Um governo moderno é tão somente um comitê que administra os negócios comuns de toda a classe burguesa". A frase é de 1848, do Manifesto do Partido Comunista. Nunca foi tão atual. Esperemos o desfecho.

Ricardo Melo  
Folha de São Paulo, 1 de junho de 2015 

They found these papers scattered on Cersei's desk

 FROM THE DESK OF CERSEI LANNISTER, QUEEN REGENT QUEEN MOTHER QUEEN OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS:



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They found these papers scattered on Cersei's desk

FROM THE DESK OF CERSEI LANNISTER, QUEEN REGENT QUEEN MOTHER QUEEN OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS:
Agenda

• Wake-up wine
• Meeting w/Littlefinger
• Power wine
• Meeting w/Lady Olenna (pretend to be busy)
• Lunch (w/wine) and latest severed dwarf-head inspection
• Loras’s inquest (☺)
• Winding-down wine
• Pre-sleep scheming/self-satisfied smirking
• Nightcap

Things to Think About

• Torturing Tyrells
• Ways to make small council smaller
• Decrees to tell Tommen to sign
• Worst Warden of the North: Ned Stark or Roose Bolton?
• Best-tressed monarch: Me or Margaery?

Things Not to Think About

• Maggy the Frog’s prophecy
• Feeding the poor
• Paying back the Iron Bank of Braavos
• Littlefinger’s loyalty
• How the High Sparrow feels about adultery/incest/kingslaying/slaughtering Baratheon bastards

Action Items
Eligible Male Lannisters

• Jaime — On a sensitive diplomatic mission; kind of over him.
• Tyrion — Trying to kill him.
• Lancel — Gave up incest for Lent.
• Tyrek/Gerion — Missing, probably dead.
• Stafford/Martyn/Willem — Definitely dead.
• Tommen — Ew, even for me.
• Daven – Giant beard, but probably my only option at this point. Invite him to visit.

Other Ways to Get Wine if Jaime’s Diplomatic Mission Makes Martells Mad and Dorne Cuts Off King’s Landing

• Get grapes instead. Make servant stomp on them. Then … wait a while? Not totally sure how wine works. Ask Qyburn.
• Convince High Sparrow to say storing wine is a sin; send Faith Militant to confiscate casks.
•  Marry into House Redwyne. Pros: Unlimited Arbor Gold; like the sound of “Cersei Redwyne.” Cons: Would be related to Lady Olenna.
• Declare war on Dorne. He who controls the wine, controls the universe.
• Join the Night’s Watch. Cold and uncomfortable, but they make mulled wine.

Day in Review
Low point: Tie between Roose Bolton’s betrayal and Lady Olenna not noticing that my line about veiled threats was a joke about the veil she’s always wearing.

Ben Lindbergh

 

Everyone asks, “Where’s Gendry?”

This is a popular question! Gendry, as you will recall, is perhaps the last living bastard of the late King Robert Baratheon. After being taken to Dragonstone and used by Melisandre for his king-positive bodily fluids, Gendry was rescued from the dungeons by Davos, who placed the young blacksmith in a rowboat. Davos gave Gendry a pack with bread and water, advised him not to stop at Rook’s Rest or fall out of the boat, and told him the general direction that would, if the Seven be good, bring him back to King’s Landing after a journey of several days.

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So, where’s Gendry? Possible answers:
1. He drowned. Gendry had never been in a boat before Davos placed him in one, and he cannot swim. He is being asked to make a multiday solo rowboat journey. There’s a really excellent chance he’s down below with the Drowned God right about now.


2. He made it to King’s Landing. Assuming the weather held out and Gendry knew where he was going, we’re talking about a journey that would take three days and nights,¹ give or take, of ROWING. Straight-up rowing all day and night FOR THREE DAYS. For Gendry to actually make it back to King’s Landing, he’d need good weather, he’d need his bag of bread and water to last him, and he’d need to not get tired/confused/fall asleep. I think it’s a long shot that he made it to King’s Landing.

3. He’s on Driftmark. It’s the closest land to Dragonstone, so you have to consider it. Problem: Driftmark is the seat of House Velaryon, who are vassals to Stannis. If he had landed here, we’d likely have heard about it.

4. He landed somewhere between the dotted lines on the Crownlands coast. Say you’re in a boat for the first time ever. You’ve been pulling at the oars like a deck slave for 48 straight hours. Your hands are raw blisters interspersed with fingers. Your arms are quivering bundles of pain with the tensile strength of cooked ramen noodles. As a first-time sailor, not used to the discipline that solo sea journeys require, maybe you drank all your water on the first day. You’ve been warned not to stop at Rook’s Rest, but you’re past there now and though you’re not sure exactly where you are, you’re tired and thirsty and you see land stretched out behind you and you really want to get out of this boat.

From Volantis to Meereen: A Travel Plan

Ben Lindbergh: Let’s say, hypothetically, that you had to transport a critically tannin-deprived prisoner from Volantis to Meereen, where your unrequited queen-crush awaits. Which way would you go? (Asking for an exiled friend.)

There are three routes available, all of them dangerous for different reasons. We’ll measure their distances in lengths of the Wall, each of which represents a span of 300 miles and looks like this:

Shortest Route: The Demon Road 

‘The Lands of Ice and Fire’

Distance: 3.5 Walls
Travel Advisory From the Essos Tourism Board: “We will lose half the company to desertion if we attempt that march and bury half of those who remain beside the road.”
This is the shortest path between the two points, a little more than a thousand miles as the raven flies. That’s the appealing part. The unappealing part is that the raven will probably be flying to tell your friends and family that you died on the demon road. It’s not clear why the demon road gets such low slaver satisfaction scores — probably because of brigands, the tragic termination of the Valyrians’ Adopt-a-Highway program, and the terrible things the dry desert air does to delicate complexions — but everyone in Essos agrees that roadwise, it’s pretty much the pits. We can’t rule out the possibility that the road is getting a bad rap: Maybe one guy had a demonic experience and the nickname stuck. All I know is that this is the nicest sentence ever spoken about the demon road: “[It] might be it’s not as perilous as men say.” And here’s an example of something men say: “The demon road is death.” So, going this way might not mean guaranteed death — that’s the demon road’s upside.

Moreover, Meereen, unlike death, won’t come quickly. This is an overland route, so while it’s direct, it’s also slow. And there won’t be any way to hide a famous face, particularly one attached to Westeros’s most wanted dwarf.

Fastest Route: The Smoking Sea

‘The Lands of Ice and Fire’

Distance: 6 Walls
Travel Advisory From the Essos Tourism Board: “No free man would willingly sign aboard a ship whose captain spoke openly of his intent to sail into the Smoking Sea.”
Lannister family fun fact: The Casterly Rockers and the Smoking Sea have a history, and it hasn’t been a happy one. Tywin’s brother Gerion had all of the apathy toward politics, sense of humor, and affection for Tyrion that the head of the house lacked. Sadly, when Tyrion was 18, his cool uncle left to look for Lannister trinkets in Valyria. Half of Gerion’s crew deserted in Volantis, so he replaced them with slaves and set course for the Smoking Sea. He hasn’t been seen since, unless it was with late-stage greyscale, in which case it would have been kind of hard to tell.
Even if the sea isn’t actually smoking, the migrating dragons don’t stop to dine, and the Doom was a onetime thing, Valyria is still stone men central. On the other hand, the scenery is nice if you’re into overgrown ruins, and since no one else is stupid enough to sail anywhere near here, you won’t run into traffic.


Safest Route: The Summer Sea

‘The Lands of Ice and Fire’

Distance: 8 Walls
Travel Advisory From the Essos Tourism Board: “Corsairs and pirates hunt the southern route. … The next storm could sink or scatter us, a kraken could pull us under … or we might find ourselves becalmed again, and die of thirst as we wait for the wind to rise.”
You will have to pass through the Gulf of Grief, which sort of spoils the Summer Sea’s nonthreatening name, but the long way around is the safest possible path. Even so, there’s an excellent chance that you won’t make it to Meereen unmolested. Remember to buy a money belt before you knock out the nearest fisherman, steal his boat, and set sail.
This itinerary’s slightly decreased risk of death does come with a trade-off: 2,400 miles is a long way to sail, especially while you’re wondering whether your heart’s desire is still single, whether you’ll find her in a merciful mood or a murderous one, and whether you’ve seen the last of that hot hand-on-cheek action. No, come on, focus — you can’t think like that. She might be playing hard to get, but it’s not like she’s going to marry someone else while you’re on the way. Just take this trip one mile at a time.

What is Danerys Stormborn worse at?

Mallory “Mother of Dragons” Rubin: Another week, another slew of baffling decisions from our girl, Daenerys Stormborn. For someone who’s got most of the grown men in Westeros and Essos soiling their underthings in fear, Dany has made her share of questionable calls, most recently publicly executing a freed slave who defied her orders. She sparked a riot in the process, reminding us that as good as she is at some things (like looking smokin’ hot and feeding CGI dragons), she’s bad at plenty of others. But what is she worst at? Glad you asked!



You’d think someone sporting the moniker “Mother of Dragons” would be the poster girl for parenting, but you’d be wrong. Though Dany has collected children (in human and critter form) by the thousands, her maternal instincts have proven to be deviously unreliable. After losing her human baby due to a botched blood magic bargain, she let her dragons go on an open-air feeding frenzy, trying so hard to be the cool mom who lets her kids sneak a beer or two in the backyard that she accidentally allowed Drogon to barbecue a human child. Then, she overcompensated by chaining Rhaegal and Viserion in the catacombs of Meereen; she couldn’t lock up Drogon because he was on the lam, cruising the skies of Slaver’s Bay, looking for another score. Now, Dany’s hordes of adopted offspring have stopped lovingly shouting “Mhysa” (Ghiscari for “Mother”) and started hissing in horror at her beheading betrayal. For those counting at home, that’s death, imprisonment,
abandonment, and abuse.



Dany has proven that her military game is on point, assembling a lethal and loyal army and expertly conquering cities where unsavory acts occur. She’s also the envy of countless sad sacks like Viserys, who know she has what they never will: the love of her people. Unfortunately, she kind of blows at every other aspect of governance. She lost the bulk of her khalasar because they sensed weakness. She led her remaining subjects into dehydration and despair, then “rescued” them by leading them to eventual mass slaughter inside the gates of Qarth (where she also allowed a creepy warlock with blue lips to steal her dragons). She failed to install a system for maintaining the new order in Yunkai, which reverted back to a chaotic terror state as soon as she skipped town. And now she can’t keep the peace in Meereen, despite actually staying there after dropping her badass “I will do what queens do; I will rule” line in Season 4.
Also, she really needs to beef up her background checks: Jorah ratted her out to King Robert; Doreah betrayed her in Qarth; and now her three most trusted advisers are a freed slave, a sellsword, and the former lord commander of Robert’s Kingsguard. Worse, she’s giving John Kerry a run for his money in the flip-flopping department, succumbing to the whims of the moment, failing to maintain consistency with her policy, diplomacy, and even her own personal goals. Wasn’t she supposed to be, you know, heading to Westeros to reclaim her rightful throne? Jorah was right when he told Dany she has a gentle heart; the question now is whether the thing that helped her win some thrones will cost her a chance at the only one that matters.



Dany. Girl. Can we have some real-talk time? About that hot piece of knighted hunkery who’s been waiting for you to liberate him from friend-zone purgatory for lo these many moons? When George R.R. Martin told your tale on the printed page, he made Ser Jorah Mormont a hideous ogre so that you would be less tempted to let him handle your dragon eggs (if you know what I’m saying, and I think you do). When Sers Benioff and Weiss brought your journey to the small screen, however, they cast Iain Glen, who has a jaw like an anvil, inflects like a Siren, and would have surely made sweet love to you all across the Red Waste. But you spurned his delicate advances, opting instead for that rogue Daario, who is admittedly quite dreamy, and who says awesome things like “a man cannot make love to property,” but who is not, you know, a suave middle-aged Scottish man who’s so committed to you that he passed up a royal pardon granting his return to Westeros so that he could continue gawking adoringly at you during your desert camping trip. Think on it. And please, let him return from exile. He’s sorry!



To be fair: Dany’s love life was going just fine, thank you very much, until Drogo’s pectoral wound morphed from “a scratch” into a stinking, festering harbinger of death. And to be fair once more: Dany’s heart was in the right place when she asked Mirri Maz Duur to treat her ailing Sun and Stars. Still, the Khaleesi’s good intentions can’t erase the foolishness of putting the Maegi who’d just been raped and captured by the Dothraki in position to do their Khal harm, nor the unrivaled idiocy of letting the same witch use blood magic to attempt to “save” the man she’d just tried to surreptitiously kill. If only Dany hadn’t been traveling during her Obamacare open-enrollment period!

The flip side, of course, is that if Dany had used some Essos-brand Neosporin and Band-Aids instead, Drogo wouldn’t have died, Dany and her eggs wouldn’t have wound up cooking in the Khal’s funeral pyre fire, and this story wouldn’t have any dragons. And then where would we be?

from GRANTLAND

Daenerys needs a publicist

Dany, Get Thee to a Flacker-y

John Lopez: Oh, Dany. Doing right is hard enough when it’s just you, a darkened antechamber, and both the Old Gods and the New; but doing right on the stage of public opinion — or in your case, the Executioner’s Platform — that’s a whole new level of statecraft. Watching Veep after, it hit me that someone needs to introduce Dany to Bill Ericsson, Selina Meyer’s new cold-blooded director of communications, because Dany’s got a real optics problem. I mean, how do you lift an entire nation out of servitude one day and then find yourself running from a granite hailstorm the next?

Sure, Drogon’s nightly catcalls over Meereen probably served to remind the restive populace there’s some serious dragon’s fire coming their way if they get too out of hand. But how long’ll that keep a lid on class warfare? Dany et al. are making the U.S. Army’s hearts-and-minds campaigns in Iraq look positively brilliant by comparison. I hate to say it, because hiring a publicist is only slightly less damning than hiring an attorney, but Dany needs some serious flack right now.

A couple of rules any publicist worth their weight will tell you: Do not lift a former slave into a high-profile position of authority on your inner council and then mete out highly visible cold justice to him when he goes a little overboard. That’s what endless tribunals are for: Bore the populace to tears so they forget this kid’s the living symbol of everything they love about you before you “do the right thing.”

Second, if you absolutely must execute him, try not to be onstage when the ax comes down. Go on a vacation; take the dragons out for a stroll. Let a subordinate handle it. Ser Barristan was all high on the Mad King’s arbitrary lawgiving. Let him take the credit for this one. At best, watch from the 110th-floor portico of your pyramid.


Worst of all, this was a lost opportunity. You need to punish Mossador, but he’s way too popular … Yunkai wants its beloved gladiatorial death matches reinstated? Kill two birds with one stone: Open the games and let Mossador fight it out with a Son of the Harpy. The masters get to cheer, the freed slaves get to jeer. You make a little money off admissions. It worked for Ridley Scott! See, the Romans knew the two things actually necessary to maintain a stable, multiethnic society and they weren’t objective justice or a uniform code of law: Panem et Circenses, Dany. And by circenses, we mean brutal bloodsport. Or hockey. Take your pick.

from GRANTLAND

A questão que devemos encarar

Artigo de MARIA FERNANDA DELMAS
para o GLOBO A MAIS: