To call thugs animals is to take responsibility for their lives – and deaths – off them.

Whenever police operations result in the death of criminals, I follow with apprehension the reactions of those who see the dead as victims of society, black genocide and police oppression, and those who celebrate the cancellation of CPFs and extol power ” purifier” of violence capable of ridding us of these animals.

The intellectual dishonesty of the left is, in fact, revolting. It uses questionable statistics and even more questionable assumptions to create a Manichean world where the bad guys are suddenly seen as the good guys and the good guys are seen as the bad guys. It’s a reversal of values ​​in which the bad guy is inherently good, but somehow ends up corrupted by the victim. It is really not possible to accept such reasoning.

It is this inversion of values ​​that, disregarding the naturally perverse character of our time, explains the celebration of the deaths and the verdict fate that is always evoked on these occasions: the bandits were not human beings, but animals. As animals, therefore, values ​​(such as human dignity) that are very important for our good old Judeo-Christian civilization would not apply to them. The one that, I’m sure, you don’t want to see destroyed.

It will in fact be these

recently canceled CPFs and many other criminals, many of whom alive and loose, animals – or, worse, mere CPFs?! From the Bandido da Luz Vermelha to Champinha, passing through Suzane von Richthofen and the swindler who the other day struck a blow to a relative, one cannot deny the primitive, even animalistic character that leads these people, these human beings (!), to choose by banditry. For some reason, it seems that some people find it more difficult than others to contain their animal instincts.

Why aren’t we like that?

And, since you’ve come this far, maybe it’s a good time to evoke the question that always goes through our minds when we come across bandit, whether through the crook who points a gun at us in the square or through through the news that wallows in the dog-world: why aren’t we like that?

Why are we, regardless of social class, education level, religion, sexual orientation, race and political preference, do we choose an honest life, of hard work, suffering and postponement of pleasures, while so many others choose illegality, vagrancy and hedonism? And now the most uncomfortable question, for which I have no answer: is there not a contradiction in the fact that we honest and “good” people consider criminals to be animals?

After all , that’s what the recent discussion about the death of these 25 people linked to criminal factions, that is, bandits: choices. More than less rational choices. human choices – especially because animals are driven by instinct and, therefore, are not free to choose not to kill the prey, or to choose not to have it when faced with the female. -there. No, bandits are not victims of capitalist society or anything like that; they are the product (not victims!) of a free will exercised without any greater aspiration.

A boy who chooses to wield a weapon in order to protect the criminal organization from a police onslaught you are making a choice. He knows that, as a bandit (a condition resulting from a previous choice), he is very likely to end up dying. If not in confrontation with politics, in the internal struggle of the drug trade itself or in the savagery that it rules in a jail. What, then, leads you to still see banditry as a better way out than the honest and hard life of a salaried worker? What does this person want?

Exam of conscience

I don’t have conditions to answer for you (or you or you). I can only speak for myself. And if I do a quick soul-searching, I realize that I was lucky enough to be brought up under an umbrella of good morals. Some of them (more than I’d like) I betrayed throughout my life. So it is. I too have exercised my free will badly. I too have made wrong choices. Wrong! But not because of that I lost my intrinsically human condition, dedicated not to misery in all its manifestations, but to excellence.

And, as today I am more full of questions than the normal, here’s another one: why and when did society abandon the search for the notoriety that is achieved through merit and the holiness that is achieved through virtue, replacing them with the fame that is achieved through error, ixperteza, mermão and the ostentation of consumer goods ranging from sneakers to a false humanism in social networks?

No, the bad guys don’t are victims of nothing. Not animals. Rather, they are souls lost to a crooked, very crooked, very crooked notion of happiness. They are human beings who voluntarily abdicated their dignity, exchanging it for thirty pieces of money or for a chuchuca or for the anesthetized pleasure of drugs. They are what they were and what they were, for an entire Eternity in which, I suppose, they did not believe.

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