Twenty years in the desert and our Moses is a Pharaoh.

I'm feeling more or less like the Hebrews on the eve of leaving Egypt for a long journey to the Promised Land, where milk and honey flow.

Those Hebrews had spent their entire lives building pyramids for the pharaoh in exchange for housing and food, much like we have done, building and maintaining palaces for successive pharaohs.

Now they tell us that the Promised Land is just around the corner, but to reach it we have to cross a desert, also called a bridge to the future or a rickety footbridge, in the concise definition of one of the pharaohs.

And they stipulated the desert period: 20 years.

It's madness because living in the desert leads some to kill others for a piece of bread (or manna), or for shelter, or to keep warm. The empire of barbarism prevails. It was like that with the Hebrews, and they survived because their leader was a superman, with incredible powers, who not only spoke with God but convinced Him to change His mind, had the respect of his followers, created the Ten Commandments, and was the first to fulfill them.

The Moses we've been given isn't really a Moses; he's another Pharaoh, a swindler and traitor, who constantly tears up the Ten Commandments (and would tear up eleven if there were any) and is the first to transgress them. The number of Brazilians who don't respect him is growing; on the contrary, they want to see him gone, and every day new evidence emerges that he lacks the moral authority to impose moral limits on others.

There's no way to trust him during a desert crossing, even if it's for two years, when he says "it's this way".

We are in the desert without a camel.