Panglossisms

You don't need pretentious semiotic exercises to realize that our fake heroes up there are just huffing and puffing.

pose for the cameras.

Look at this guy watering a plant in the rain. Doesn't it look like the clumsy staging we've been seeing in the press lately?

Damn it all.

The Minister of Justice – with a knife in his teeth and a machete in his hand – quixotically attacks a marijuana plantation, while his comrades watch with their arms crossed.

João Doria dressed up as a street sweeper - not without first asking his tailor to adjust the outfit to his body type - called some photographers from the friendly media and swept half a meter of sidewalk that had already been properly swept.

All this mise-en-scène is part of the alfalfa crowd's disinformation agenda.

What they mean by that is that "everything is for the best in the best of all possible worlds," as Dr. Pangloss taught.

Pangloss, a character Voltaire created to shatter Leibniz's childlike optimism, seems to be the great mentor of these people.

The president will announce deep cuts to workers' rights, which will directly impact the average citizen's budget.

Then he thinks: why not do it during a banquet?

And bam, he hires a catering service to distribute salmon and shrimp to the white, male, and wealthy guests.

Ultimately, everything is going wonderfully well in the best of all possible worlds.

There are rebellions in the prisons; we hear screams coming from the north.

"Don't worry," reassured the bald marijuana weeder, "everything is under control."

But, Minister, they ripped off heads, and you had received a plea for help before things got out of hand.

"Look, young man, you're right," says the minister. "It's just that I didn't forget to forget that I had been warned."

Now, sir, if you'll excuse me, I have to go to a cocktail party.

The country is in an economic crisis, what should we do?

Sell ​​the oil to foreigners, my friend, try to mitigate the damage. And look, at the price of mineral water, did you hear?

There are already 12 million unemployed, GDP is falling, and the economy is going backward...

Meanwhile, Mrs. Cunegundes decides to redecorate the palace and then relaxes in the bathtub with bath salts.

As you can see, everything is working out for the best in the best of all possible worlds.
Is the president's popularity ridiculously low?

Don't worry about it, said the neoguru Nizan Guanaes, look on the bright side.

Unpopularity is the fuel that drives public figures to take unpopular measures.

"The owner of Africa declared, confirming the assertion of the idiosyncratic pangloss."

Ultimately, there is no effect without a cause.

Let's be practical, those guys dragged Dilma out of power by the hair, kicked the door down, and stormed in.

As a backup, there's an army of idiots protecting them online. They're the so-called zeros on the right, as the Italian poet Trilussa taught us.

"A zero to the left," Trilussa said, "is worthless. But if you place that same zero to the right of a one, then together they are worth 10."

Two zeros to the right, and the measly 1 becomes 100, then a thousand, a million, it just depends on the number of zeros to the right.

Thus, the media manipulates the gullible puppets, constructing artificial candidates and swelling the ranks of the crazies.

They advise when people should and shouldn't bang pots and pans, when they should and shouldn't go to the streets, etc.

And to give legitimacy to the illegitimate, they create false narratives.

When Dilma was in power, the newspapers only talked about the crisis. Now they don't anymore.

Ultimately, everything is working out for the best in the best of all possible worlds.

Will late retirement weigh heavily on the shoulders of sugarcane cutters, construction workers, and dockworkers?

Nonsense, says the magazine, look to Mick Jagger as an example.

Smile and have fun while you work, and you'll be doing it until you're at least 73, no problem.

The delusional optimism we see in newspaper headlines and in the callous smiles of coup plotters is just another product of the simulacrum and simulation industry that Baudrillard speaks of.

I, nourished by the conscious pessimism of Nietzsche and Schopenhauer, offer this reminder to the coup plotters:
Things went badly for Cândido, you see.

And oh, when Cacambo, his unfortunate servant, asks his master to explain what nonsense this optimistic Panglossian philosophy is, candidly, already disillusioned with lying to himself, corrects himself, candidly:

"It's the obsession with maintaining that everything is fine when everything is going very wrong."

Therefore, we need to cultivate our garden.

The word of salvation.