Brazil Persuasive Speech Analysis

Harakiri

“Every day I just think that I need to stop,” ah, yes, I apologize, I had forgotten. Since his explicit support for the PT party in the last elections, one cannot quote the wonderful Brazilian composer Chico Buarque anymore, he’s no longer considered politically correct. I even thought about entitling this chronicle “2014: the Year in Which Chico Buarque was Banned,” but I feared I would be criticized for some poorly explained historical backlash, oh, well, this was years ago, during the military dictatorship. Oh, no, back then it was not Chico, but Julinho da Adelaide; Chico’s poetry always soared, a life recipe to entertain us above any impeding rule.
There. Brazil today is so morally relativized that some people have been yearning

I’m too neurotic, I admit. A brief invitation is enough for having me co-opted by any new routine obligation, and now, to top it all, I find myself addicted to the broadcasted serial crimes committed in the name of the people. Brazil has become the punching bag of institutionalized corruption, having also acquired a bad name in the globalized stock exchange. Most of all, we have to deal with the daily embarrassment of our “leader” (and the leader of our leader, por qué no te callas and so on and so forth), who puts herself above any suspicion proven by Justice.
Every day she does everything the same way: she shakes the unblemished morals and appears in the headlines with a broad smile, promising the reckless Brazilian people to “restore national confidence.” I understand that at this tipping point of the plea bargain, it would be risky to embark on the ship of convicts; she would be settling for political suicide, albeit a honorable one. What else could she do?
It’s truly, sadly tough. Has the world changed or is it just me? Even inside the spectrum of the rising sun, harakiri is not done as it used to be; on the contrary, we shamelessly give in to their hackers’ demands in the name of terrorizing our sense of grace, one can no longer mock our inhumanity without being threatened by some dubious understanding of how low it can