The Centrão's darling has become a court jester.

By Eric Nepomuceno, for 247 

They forgot to tell Jair Messias and his third wife that it wasn't Queen Elizabeth's birthday, but her funeral. This might explain the friendly smile of the Brazilian far-right politician as he greeted Prince Charles, now King Charles, at his mother's funeral.

Mentioning the pat on the shoulder and recalling that there is such a thing as protocol would be a waste of time. Jair Messias only knows the protocol of weapons and violence.

Mrs. Michelle took the opportunity to bring her makeup artist and put on a sort of fashion show, while her husband was accompanied by their son Dudu Bananinha, a Catholic priest, and one of those exploiters of faith and the misery of others who calls himself a bishop, the denigrated Silas Malafaia.  

From London the train went to New York, where, among other luminaries of a fragmented Brazil, the figure of Arthur Lira joined.  

It would have been nothing more than a waste of public money if it weren't also a clear exploitation of a supposed international agenda for his election campaign. And, once again, an embarrassment of Olympic proportions.

In London, Jair Messias appeared on the balcony of the Brazilian ambassador's residence to speak to supporters, as if he were in the confines of the Alvorada Palace. He said he would win in the first round and called Lula a thief.

He denied, of course, that he was campaigning. He lashed out at a reporter who dared to mention the fact, and then interrupted what was supposed to be an interview when the subject came up again.

He was heavily criticized by the British and received a tremendous thrashing from The Guardian, one of the most respected and important newspapers in the world. But he achieved what he sought: images of him and the most excellent First Lady abroad.  

In London, no important or even relatively important leader ever came close to him.  

In New York, where, following a decades-old ritual, he will be in charge of formally opening a new UN assembly, his agenda certainly included meetings with heads of state and government from powers such as Serbia, Guatemala, Ecuador, and Poland.  

All of them far-right, of course, and all isolated in their respective regions. And, confirmed as of this Monday, only two: the Ecuadorian president, linked to Opus Dei, and the fascist-like leader from Poland.

In Spanish, there's an expression that perfectly describes Jair Messias's escapades on the eve of the election: "Verguenza ajena." That is: to feel secondhand embarrassment for what someone else has done or is doing.

In our case, things go even further: the "Tchuchuca" of the Centrão, by becoming a court jester, reinforces not only his personal isolation, but the isolation of the country.

Nothing, of course, that can't be corrected relatively quickly in the next government, but it has had and continues to have an enormous impact thanks to Jair Messias, with damaging consequences for the country.  

Incidentally, regarding his agenda in New York, there might be an unmentioned parallel reason: could Jair Messias be negotiating asylum for himself and part of his gang after he is ousted from the presidential chair?

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