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I was just saying yesterday that Macron is a nice guy, capable of giving love and affection to a scorched Amazon giraffe, when images begin to pop up of state forces lowering firewood on peaceful protesters in France. On the same day, another guy with the face of a giraffe lover from the Amazon gives a pen that ends the civil liberties of Canadians.
I’m glad I was really wanting to write about the anti-virility propaganda, because we finally have a good hook. Because I would be ashamed to say, without a hook, that I read an article by Uol (always him) about “male vulnerability course that teaches you to be less macho”. Yes. Not only have they decided that being manly is being toxic (since they talk so much about “toxic masculinity”), but that it’s good to be vulnerable. And worst of all: there are men who pay for it. I wonder what kind of student this is, if it’s a bunch of guys who got into a fight with their feminist girlfriend and got dragged there. For sure, it’s not a bunch of truck drivers, nor should there be anyone there at the risk of being confused with Rambo.
Part of the students, however, seems to be focused on a therapy for the conversion of sexuality, only in reverse. “In the middle of the exercises,” says the reporter, “there is crying, screaming and even nausea.” Later, he writes: “In another exercise, naked and standing, I exchange a gentle massage with a boy from Recife — in the middle of the practice, apart from the fingertips, I feel the touch of another body extremity of his that advanced to my leg .” No wonder there is nausea. If there was an evangelical therapist putting gays to be touched by naked perverts, some entity would show up to revoke a license. If they were women going through this situation, it was a case of the police. Yes, the reporter was straight: “Most activities are done with eyes closed. When I need journalistic observation for the report, however, I open them a little and see the other pairs with bodies and lips glued together. Our teacher soon warns: ‘Guys, each one focuses and perceives its process. Don’t worry about the exchange. Calm down, this is just the beginning.’ Next, it’s time to stand in the center and have your body gently touched by 16 hands. Contacts range from patting the back of the neck to blowing on the genitals — challenging the homoaffective boundaries of an intruder from the heterosexual hordes” (the feminist who sends her boyfriend to this course will go wrong).
Yes, ladies and gentlemen. Reading this, a simple old lady’s comment would be, “This world is upside down!” A simple and correct comment, ready to please even the most cretin literalists, since the spherical nature of the planet makes it even upside down, depending on where we decide to make the head.
North Korean precedent
The whole thing reminds me of an article I read from the BBC about North Korean cinema. North Koreans take cinema very seriously – they even kidnap a good South Korean director to work for the regime. Totalitarians turn art into propaganda. The Nazis had their film production; the Soviets ditto. Thus, nothing fairer that the Kims had theirs.
As the dictatorship is long-lived, you can compare films from the Kim Jong-il era to the current one, from Kim Jong-un. And a pertinent change pointed out by the expert heard by the BBC (one Mark Morris) is that North Korean cinema today has strong women and weak men. I quote the interesting article: “Male heroes are featured in older films, especially martial arts ones, but there are ‘too many weak men’ in recent films, according to Mark Morris. ‘Usually, women need to teach men to be good followers.’ Morris believes this fits Pyongyang’s propaganda narrative. ‘The overarching figures in North Korea are men from the Kim family. They don’t want opponents, so you don’t have a male hero,’ he stated.” Simple and very plausible explanation for North Korea: there is only one male.
As a character, Kim appears in the movies as well. North Koreans have a thousand protocols to represent or show off their leaders; tour guides show how to frame the photographs without cropping the giant portraits of the Kims on the streets and buildings. There’s even a protocol for pointing them out: it has to be with the palm facing up; never with the index finger alone extended, as we do more naturally.
So, of course, the weird-haired chubby guy would never appear in the movies, among mere mortals. He then appears as a sort of deity working miracles or being the object of worship: “’For example, in a war movie, someone will take a call from Kim Il-sung giving a big military suggestion,’ Morris said. ‘Everyone will pack their clothes when the phone rings and the general will pick up the phone as if it were a living, shiny object.’ Simon Fowler describes a scene from the feature Marathoner, in which the protagonist is shown running up a hill to try to see Kim Jong-il’s convoy. She can’t see the train, but she touches the tire tracks. ‘She cries, emotional, for having touched the tracks of the tire (of the train)’, said Fowler”.
There is only one male in the country. Women all love him. Their husbands are fools ready to obey their orders.
From Tiburi to Giraffe Lovers
The topic of female empowerment only up to page two is already a staple in the national debate. Around here, all identitarians give a list of representatives acceptable to the country: Lula, Boulos, Freixo and Ciro Gomes. All straight white males. Only the PSTU was coherent and replaced the eternal presidential candidate Zé Maria with Vera Lúcia, black. The most the PSOL did was to put an Indian woman as Boulos’ deputy, without bothering to explain why Sônia Guajajara would not be the head of the plate from the top of her experience as an indigenous woman, from the Northeast.
Márcia Tiburi declared that Lula is the crush (sic) of every woman – and there was no feminist who canceled it. It can be seen, therefore, that the North Korean scheme has space here in the tropics.
If there’s space here between us, this backward land full of Latin males who make sweaty fiu-fiu while hitting a slab, let alone in Europe and Canada.