Yeah, I know. You don’t believe in polls. Which is totally understandable. Despite the aura of scientific precision and objectivity, research is subject to very human error. But that does not mean that you are insensitive to recent surveys that show ex-convict Lula at the forefront. I’m able to bet like deep down, and sometimes not so deep, you don’t mind.
This, by the way, is another superpower of Super Trickster and his minions: to confuse the our sense of reality and, in this confusion, sow the seed of the weeds. Including the intimate ass, so to speak. That fight between you and yourself, because it’s not possible that your eyes and your intuition have such a mistaken perception of reality, is it?
This is where the first nuisance comes from. Which isn’t even the most serious. I’m talking about the discomfort of the humiliation of seeing the numbers printed in the newspapers and repeated by PT members as if they were an argument capable of proving the superiority of a disastrous and tragic worldview. It is as if the most recent and bizarre survey by the XYZ institute is a sign that all the ideas that the conservative liberal defends are wrong. And, very soon, they will be buried under a mountain of red authoritarianism.
But that’s ok. This kind of fallacious speech only hurts our vanity. After all, if what is at stake are values, it doesn’t make much sense to talk about victory and defeat. Right values, convictions based on bases other than utilitarianism, will remain right, despite the result at the polls. Much more serious, in my view, is the feeling of intellectual and moral loneliness that accompanies these electoral polls that show an ex-convict, leader of a party defending dangerously revolutionary ideas, as a possible president of Brazil.
It’s a loneliness that affects even our sense of belonging to a people that, in theory, want the best for themselves and theirs. Faced with the possibility, albeit misleading, of a Lula victory in the first round, it is impossible not to think that perhaps we are surrounded by people who have a perverse view of the country and of life. And who want to impose this perverse view on others.
The same questions apply here that I asked when polls showed that 45% of voters (approximately 66 millions of Brazilians) considered voting for the most millionaire of the poor professionals. Are we surrounded by innocent people who really believe in Lula’s unrealizable promises? Are we surrounded by revolutionaries who see the ex-convict as a Marat with greasy hands (suggested by some marketer)? Or worse: are we surrounded by parasites obsessed with maintaining privileges beyond indecent?
Election polls, as much as we don’t believe in them, affect our everyday relationships. No matter how tolerant we consider ourselves, mistrust is in the air. Could it be that this person next door, with such a soft speech, melancholy eyes and lofty dreams, is someone who has fallen for the leftist lip that always promises paradise and delivers hell? Imagining the extreme, are we facing millions of fellow citizens who, in an eventual third Lula government (knock, knock, knock), will not hesitate to fascistically eliminate the enemies of their ideology?
That’s what what contemporary politics does to people, even to those who puff out their chests to say they are free: it imprisons us in a cage of fear and corrupts our relationships of affection. But only if we let ourselves be carried away by the humiliation of the lie with an air of science that seems to mockingly question whether we prefer to believe in statistics or what our eyes insist on seeing.