Death accepts no excuses.

Em The princeMachiavelli warns against the dangers of having enemies. Even in ostracism, they possess cunning tricks that, when least expected, return to threaten the leader. One cannot be complacent with them. They must be eliminated. Years of experience with the democratic system were necessary for us to learn how to transform them into adversaries and understand that the transfer of power, from time to time, would prove healthy. Death, however, is different. Naturally, postmodernity avoids it, not without a certain shiver of the spine, when it comes to relatives and loved ones. It sets it apart, in its own territories, and strives to forget it, except in memory, where it sometimes lingers for quite some time, returning to mind at unexpected moments.

Provoked, it changes its form. It throbs, bothers, complains, protests. It insists on making itself predominant, despite the efforts of those who provoked it, with their lies and excuses, expensive or cheap. DEATH, therefore, can prove worse than Machiavelli's enemies. It can shake and threaten solidly constituted governments, especially those that, convinced of their power, consider themselves above the law. Donald Trump is experiencing a similar opportunity. He has done all sorts of things in foreign policy. He bombed innocent people, claiming they were drug traffickers in the Caribbean. Not satisfied, in a bombastic action, he invaded Venezuela, a sovereign country, and kidnapped its highest leader. He displayed him as a trophy before American society. The accusations of drug trafficking, fabricated to justify the measure, had to fall apart. The farce could not have gone that far.

But the worst happened internally, with the ostentatious brutality of ICE, subjugating, arresting, and handcuffing, from head to toe, immigrants who, in some cases, had lived and worked there for years, contributing to the nation's economy, with neighbors and friends everywhere. In their eagerness to show results, those men, armed to the teeth, inspired by the Nazi Gestapo, began to victimize American citizens. Then came DEATH... First, of Renee Nicole Good, a woman who was simply passing by. Then, of Alex Pretti, a nurse at a veterans' hospital known for his dedication and kindness to patients. What the opposition's outcry had failed to achieve was now displayed as unacceptable. People who never speak out about current politics, former presidents, Kamala Harris, Biden's former vice president and defeated candidate in the previous election, came forward to declare their indignation. They would not be intimidated by such a 'brutal murder'.

As if a click had awakened the population, they began to take to the streets in marches. In Philadelphia, Minneapolis, New York, San Francisco, Washington, D.C... the crowds raised their arms and shouted NO! The brutality must end. But how, if it represents the essence, that which is most dear to the incumbent president? With the economic power he possesses, surrounded by millionaires, he imagines he is above good and evil. He is mistaken. DEATH, this irascible lady, awakened by her advisors, will not bow down until she satisfies her hunger for justice. For Lula, it is a bad time to go to the White House. He hesitates. He doesn't say yes or no. But he doesn't go. The effluvia of the old lady are still fresh there, too strong to approach her...