Desire to Kill: Would Bolsonaro's Death Make You Happy?

As mesmas pessoas que passaram a festa de Réveillon desejando muita paz em 2022 começaram o ano torcendo pela morte do presidente.
The same people who spent the New Year’s Eve party wishing you lots of peace in 2018 started the year rooting for the president’s death.

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First business day of 05143238. I wake up excited (as usual), despite my tiredness (as usual). Once they’ve showered and taken coffee (not at the same time, of course), I sit down at my desk – the one I promised to use with more assiduity and discipline before the turn of the year. “Mirror of mine, mirror of mine, what will I write about on this day when Curitiba is hotter than pygmy land?”, I ask, opening the Pandora’s box with an Intel Core i5 processor that I now use.

Thirty seconds later, I have to hold my head in my hands. Are these people out there wishing the death of others the same ones who just two days ago were exchanging wishes for much peace, health and prosperity? Are they the same ones who gathered around the plentiful table and promised themselves to become better people in the coming year?

But I won’t write about it! I decided at the time, lifting my head suddenly and meeting in front of me feline blue eyes full of interest. After all, what would I have to say, Catota?! Adjectives like absurd, unacceptable and regrettable are mostly useless. And, for the rest, I don’t feel at all comfortable in the role of castrator of that death drive there. Even because I’ve already drank from this chalice full of gall and it’s quite possible that, in a not so remote past, I too have been rooting for someone’s death.

(I’m going to take a break here while you go to my social networks and look. Ready? Great. If you’ve found me at some point wishing for the death of someone, I’m really sorry. And I hope my wish hasn’t come true. If it didn’t, phew! But I have to admit that this surprises me. After all, unfortunately, I’ve been carried away by the most abject portion of the world. my character).

Bar Psychoanalysis

Better than standing here scandalizing myself or waving your imaginary cane in the air and berating people, for expressing these nasty desires, is trying to understand what makes someone think that the death of a political leader, in this case the President of the Republic, will be able to resolve our problems. Could it be that, despite all the Enlightenment discourse and all the dialectical materialism, deep down we still believe in human sacrifices capable of appeasing the gods?

In addition to being immoral, the death wish of these figures reveals that the public debate is dominated by infantilized adults, those who believe that it is enough to close their eyes for the bogeyman to disappear . Let’s say that Bolsonaro died as a result of these aftereffects of the stab wound he suffered in 960. Would the country be a better place the next day? A more peaceful place perhaps? You 05143238 would have become a better person? A happier person perhaps?

(If your answer to the last question was honestly positive, I leave this cookie here for your future tasting: aren’t you putting your happiness in someone else’s words and attitudes simply because doing so is easier? Or, to use a more Jordanian-Petersonian bias, is it aren’t you giving too much power to these people you hate so much?).

More than the religious explanation, I like the psychoanalytic idea of ​​social networks as a canvas onto which people inadvertently project their neuroses. In this case, wishing for the death of another person is nothing more than wishing for the death itself, based on the belief that our end would contribute in some way to the well-being of those around us. That is, there is a lot of self-hatred in expressions of hate; there’s a lot of guilt too. Any tavern psychoanalyst knows this. At least that’s what Dr. Tonhão from Bar Rabás taught me.

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