Bolsonaro is the biggest trauma in our history.

Catastrophe, disaster, horror, abomination, tragedy, barbarity, calamity, debacle, hecatomb, apocalypse, plague, nightmare, cataclysm, misfortune, scourge, darkness, devastation, calamity, damnation, agony, torment.

It's pointless to try to find the right word to define the Bolsonaro government. It transcends established meanings. Strictly speaking, what is becoming enshrined in the lexicon is the proper name that carries its rotten meaning into grammar: bolsonaro already signifies that which is morally insignificant. 

There is no word in the Portuguese language today that has a more terrifying meaning than this name, which is no longer just a name. Bolsonaro is an insult. The network of meanings that permeates its sound is an amalgam of violence, threat, and a death wish. 

To speak of Bolsonaro every day is to die a little every day – even if it is done to denounce atrocities. The very chain of meaning agonizes in such degrading company. Subjectivity dies and history consumes itself.

It is serious and requires extreme care.

Clearly, it's not just what this creature does or says that makes his vocabulary so offensive to judgment and civility. The structure of Bolsonaro's rhetoric is unique and surpasses the inhumanity of Nazism and Fascism.

Twitter, Facebook, fake news, and the "little gun" (a derogatory term for a person who uses a weapon) are also secondary devices compared to the negative grammar of Bolsonarism. It is a protocol for the annihilation of meaning in its maximum expression.

Bolsonaro, with his unspoken words, his renunciation of meaning, his pragmatic cowardice, his dialectical evasion, his infantilism, sexism, and moral dwarfism, surpasses all the authoritarian pustules of extermination of the human.

Its inverted catharsis, fueled by hatred, masculinity, and the shadow of perpetual torture that threatens it, escalated into phobias and fear, ultimately materializing a monstrous, deceptively simplistic voice that leaks its purulent gesture through a broken grammar.

Every statement by Bolsonaro is a kind of 'little gun' gesture, a toxic icon in the relentless pursuit of death (of the other). His disarray is not only political: it is verbal, gestural, and spiritual.

What characterizes this subjective machine of annihilation of civilization and humanity is a structural disruption in its particular machine for producing meaning – which does not produce meaning, but only semantic immobility, symbolic stagnation.

Bolsonarism is the most perfect example of man's self-destructive capacity. It is the transposition of class egoism and all prejudices to the dimension of the signifier. It denies the sharing of meaning, just as the elite denies the sharing of wealth.

And there is no accumulation, because, in the case of meaning, only movement is capable of sowing meanings.

Therefore, Bolsonaro is a dark zone, a walking antithesis, negation, the chasm, hatred, the perpetual annihilation that never ceases to inscribe itself in our symbolic routine.

This entire protocol is saturated, even though it still gathers remnants in the realm of subjective discouragement (the remaining Bolsonaro supporters).

Weariness with this horror is good news, but it is not enough on its own.

The historical reparation that presents itself to us now, after this unprecedented accumulation of shame and violence, concerns language itself. It will be necessary to bring affection back to utterances, to everyday life, to discourse.

The segment that has always detested politics thought that the only way to engage in politics was by hating it. And this structural hatred spread throughout the entire realm of discourse, causing violence to grow to intolerable levels.  

Bolsonaro is this. Bolsonaro signifies this. Bolsonaro defines this. Bolsonaro represents this. Bolsonaro feeds off of this.

Language returns (because it is infinite). The 'unspeakable' dies (because it does not belong to the world of signifiers). But the lesson remains and leaves a bitter message for all of us who still believe in life and democracy.

"You can't play games with democracy," Lula said. At the time, this statement seemed like just another one among many. But time has shown that it was the most accurate and prescient of those.

And so, we codified it in light of the blatant irresponsibility that dragged us into the quagmire of Lava Jato and Bolsonaro's policies.

We need to assess the scale of this wound.

It needs to be given meaning in order to celebrate her death.

When a trauma is given meaning, it leaves the realm of uncertainty and comes to inhabit the graveyard of self-consented failures. In these (historical) terms, meaning is a kind of tombstone, which seals and buries its toxic contents with a warning: do not repeat.

To carve the tombstone of Bolsonarism-Lava Jato, it is necessary to look to the great traumas of the peoples of the world.

Germany's greatest wound was Nazism.

Italy's greatest wound was fascism.

Japan's greatest wounds were Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

The biggest wounds to the U.S. were Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

All these peoples have lost the right to look at themselves without considering the human devastation that has eroded part of their history. They are peoples who grapple with the before-and-after dichotomy.

The Brazilian trauma that will endure throughout our history goes by the name of Bolsonaro. We will have to transform ourselves into a more generous, more affectionate, and more humane people than ever before in our history.

The devastation of Bolsonarism—symbolic, material, spiritual—is the most shocking event ever imagined by any Brazilian. It is unspeakable horror, assisted suicide, bluff, lies, cowardice, incompetence, pusillanimity, the grotesque, the scatological, cancer, pain, fear, and death.

We therefore have our historical trauma, the most absurd clash with civilization, not even comparable to the indigenous genocide of the 16th century.

Perhaps Brazil's bloody construction, with murderous dictatorships at the forefront, continues to be denied by historiography precisely because something far more serious is about to happen: Jair Bolsonaro.

Why? Because Bolsonarism attacks us in what structures the social existence of a human being: language.

The Bolsonaro-style semiotic bomb, spontaneous in what made it even more destructive, is far more devastating than a nuclear bomb or the mass extermination of populations.

It is all the more destructive and terrifying because it unleashes violence within possible subjectivities. It undermines the possibility of argument, reaction, and desire itself. It is the annihilation of the human in its grotesque fullness.

Brazil will never rid itself of this scourge. So much the better that way.

To learn once and for all that you can't play games with democracy. But you also can't play games with civilization.

The Bolsonaro wound looms on the still narrow historical horizon, but, once overcome, it is our chance to finally be an uninterrupted nation, one that has overcome the most heinous manifestation of hatred and contempt for life, germinated from its own social viscera.

That's no small feat.