This is the first chapter of the manifesto that i had translated from the Spanish version. OPEN MANIFESTO TO HUMAN STUPYDITYby Ezio Flávio Bazzo FIRST PART “A manifesto is a communication made to the whole world, whose only pretension is to the discovery of an instant cure for political, astronomical, artistic, parliamentary, agronomical and literary syphilis. It may be pleasant, and good-natured, it's always right, it's strong, vigorous and logical...” Tristan Tzara Well, well, Populacho! So you believed to pass unnoticed for others twenty centuries? Believed that the masses where formed only by puppets and ignorants like you? That all your crimes, falseness, megalomanias and arbitraryties would rest untouched on the bottom of your grave? What a mistake! Once again you are mistaken! Your life is a monstrous and tragic mistake. I have a hundred blank sheets of paper on my desk, in this night of spring, and on them I will print the shout of all those who you claim the life of, and you’ll have swallow it, or in a last gesture of ignominy, withdraw once and for all from life and history. I know the relativity of your guilt and I know that for being excessively away from real life, there is no Law or gesture that could execute you, since eliminating you now, would be a crime, another act of barbarism and demonstration of misunderstanding of your miserable position forward the world. Ways had “reasons”, “motives” and stupidity enough to do what you’re doing and, especially, to encourage the oppressive system that, when not geared by you, or were your grandfathers or by other distant ancestors, those retarded, ignorant and treacherous with thoughts impregnated with chronic chauvinism. Never had advanced a step beyond your house, beyond your office, your church, of your neurotic group of friends or submissive women, slaves and dependents that never could or wanted to take a libertarian position facing the shameful servile condition they have been under for centuries. You, with all this demented choreography, have never visited a prison, a mental hospital, an elders sanatorium, and for that don’t know nothing about yourself, nor about those who, for you, had paid with their lives. Never thought about the prostitution of the women on the street, or the prostitution of the socialites or of your own wife. And you’re always ready to “create” more and more ways to sell and addict the natural aspects of life, without doubt that tomorrow, indisputably, will be hostage of your own crimes, if not from your own victims. You, arrogant technocrat, never gave a word of solidarity for the beggar that crossed staggering your way and are the same, here or anywhere else in the world, with your bearing of a domestic male, with fashion pieces – paid in cash or absurd repayments – with the 10% that you take in shady deals with the Estate. Always you, despicable and tiny boss, boarded in your fake smile, stepping over your subordinates and lowering yourself to your superiors, the ecclesiastic rabble or to whoever would recommend you tomorrow. Never observed the nature around you, nor never dare to dough, investigate, question or reject values, beliefs and fanaticisms that enslave and repress millions of semi-illiterate beings like you. Never truly respected a man, a child or a woman and when you swear you do it, that’s because you confuse respect with indifference or with shady interests. Ah, domineering Populacho, authoritarian and impotent! Always with your accomplice profile coloring soap operas, a ante-room of embassies, the hall on the Vatican, the labyrinths of the national congress and the toilets of brothels. Always you to conduct the reins of the universities, of the oligarchic of the states and the human comedy, this circus where we lose most of our lives having to – as said Câmara Cascudo - learn to choose between the competent thief and the honest donkey. Always your ambivalent gestures and represses to manipulate golden sets of cutlery that costs the lives and the misery of generations and generations of labourers and of naïve parents that, manipulated by the church and without suspecting of it’s scoundrelness, came through centuries generating children for slavery and the infamous battle fronts. I understand you Populacho, I understand and comprehend you, precisely when I see that, at nightfall, returns tired to you house with that Whitsun look and with the symbol of the vulture printed on your chest. Since for you philosophy and anthropology are useless and when in public, recites some , do it always to camouflage your incurable sore of Populacho and to dissimulate the shout of your origins that pursues you, hounds and oppresses you. I observe you and see that you eat with rage, that you clean your teeth like a monkey and that seats in the balcony of your house to salute and flatter doctors, politics, secretaries, traders, lobbyists, thieves and others representatives of this shameful comedy that you call society. Then, I follow you on the raving crowd and goes always mirroring yourself in the shop windows, rubbing your hand in your biceps, ass, making sure not to get your shoes dirty and competing even with the starving delinquents on the street, those poor excluded that will lick the wheels of your car for some change. I know your obsessive neurosis inside and I understand your sick needs of being admired by all women and envy by all men. Wants the managers to stand and take off their hats when enters in a hurry with a briefcase under your arm, as you were a czar and as if everyone should know that you carry there the balance of your robberies, without never allow yourself to think that not everyone are scoundrels and birds of prey like you. At home gets drunk on your week off or holiday, passes from one window to the other in your convict pyjamas shout abusing against your maid and demanding your children to be afraid of you, that your partner became your slave and your neighbours stand your shouts in silence. Poetry repugnant you, music to you is irrelevant, art seems to you like “things” of idle and the trips you always make surrounded by cicerones and only visits historical monuments, heroes graves, museums, famous boutiques or cabarets, and even thought, only when those visits com give you status. Otherwise, keeps yourself enclosure in the thirtieth floor of Sheraton watching American movies, fucking call girls and stealing ashtrays or other crap that were already made and destined to hyenas like you. From passion, you made and exclusive and unhealthy act which ends in a sad and premature ejaculation. Your science is the orders you received and your greatness has always the influence and smell of stock exchange. Ironically, as much money you accumulate, cheaper you became, and every time more alike those miserable that you want, with all costs, escape and differentiate yourself. Ah, but is so littler that separates you from them! So little that it resumes on the money you accumulate, the clothes, the masks, and the delirious experience that proves your dreams and in your unmistaken presence in the luxury theaters or hermetic societies. Poor Populacho! Poor mistaken country bumpkin! Poor manipulator of data and feelings! Smokes with gestures that are not yours, consumes a planed fashion executed by a web of internationals hysterical and repeats compulsively some French or English phrase with the intention of climbing your way to the Academy Letters of your country or continent. And why not – you questioned me one day – if is the main pre requirement to get there is a extensive curriculum of deviousness. You daughter already speak languages, already can execute Liszt (because you obligated her) and already been introduced to the fiancé, rich and licensed, but impotent and addicted to heroin. Of course, you don’t care about these things, this social “silliness”, especially, when there is a lot of money in it. When the fiancés inheritance will solidify your capital, and confuse any police investigation about your possessions and when “small marriage incompatibilities” can be compressed between the walls of matrimonial alcove. In no way you worry about the affective and sexual fulfillment of your children e even less of your grandchildren, once you lived your own live a hinder and repressed and that you were a illustrious ideologist in the process of educating for the lack of affection and sexuality or even for anti-sexuality. Also, because you know that in this environment that you live your daughter wouldn’t have no choice other than falling in the arms of the Populacho, since is the Populacho who describes and prescribes all “advances” and all steps that the masses, blind and mistaken, should take. Ah Populacho! I doubt that everything in you were structured over the pillars of anguish and fear and that is why in adolescence already, when you find out how scarce your esteem is, hangs on your neck a cross, or a talisman or a picture of your master. That’s why you need to identify yourself with soccer team, a band, a movie artist or even with a anonymous rapist… And puts on weight like a pig and really wants to render cult to your most despicable mediocrity and being a mule that will support one by one all dictatorship and monarchy installed in the world. Your passions are the Lords, ether the temporal or spirituals. In you there is no desire to think o even admires the hypothesis of going beyond your limits that were demarcated by the demented who preceded you. As amazing as it seems, for you symbols are more important than the things they symbolize and the ghosts of “other worlds” make you ether shit in your pants when you are alone on the streets or fell like super-man in a house of witchcraft. I have no doubt that you are a doberman. A disoriented pit-bull. And that when you let go any barks, it’s not for conviction nor sovereignty, but only and exclusively because your being trained for, for being rattled, for submission or fear. Jostle yourself in the universities with other member of the great herd of students and your are always is a neurotic search for erudition, never wisdom. Never worried about finding out the causes of your misery and even less the misery of all the generations that preceded you and prefers to talk rubbish for hours about subjects, said, discussed and overcame centuries ago, from the first descendents of the apes, as if there were a real impasse in the development of your personality. The first time we spoke, you said to be Marxist and worshiped Marx. A bit later, you said to be Leninist and prayed to Lenin in the hallway of your house. In another opportunity I saw you with a picture of Che Guevara and other of Priest Cicero around your neck, a bit later, on the day of your graduation, even a blind could notice that you were in love with Mussolini’s theories and that your hair were standing on end just to think about the projects and “honorable” lines of direction of the republic and imperialism. You favorite slogan from then on, where always that one mentioned by Wilde: “you’ll win “my” bread with the sweat of “your” face”. Climb the ramps of newspapers to be photograph and when suspects that yours gestures are being register, quickly extends your arms to a starving or leprous child that, without understanding nothing about himself, nor yourself, and even less the trap he has fallen into, allow himself to be hugged and, innocently, connived with your villainy act. Pretends to kiss him, but takes care not to get dirt in your suit and moustache by touching that skinny and malnutritioned face, those rotten teeth and on that miserable crumb of human show. The press does not realize your infamy, your body guards even less, the politicians have interests to pretend that they aren’t seeing anything while the crowd, worthy of shame, howl frenetically in terminal state… And this is so ancient, so unconscious that you don’t realize how abominable your gesture is. And it goes like this, thought everyday life, truly believing on this system of colonels and disgusting philanthropy. Always fantasizing power, one day, eliminates what you call social scum, as if it had arisen out of nothing. You are sad and depresses at your home, walking all over your dog and almost ready to put an end to your life, but someone knocking at your door is enough to make you appear with perfume on and with a smile of a Zen monk in your asshole face. Your specialty is to simulate, represent, show, make believe, in this low category stage that you and those of your kind have conceived. Even spending most of your life in a well of depression, of uselessness and of embarrassment always trying to show discernment, conviction and freedom… But deep inside, in the basements of your history, you know, very well, that you are nothing but a hypocrite and a second category scoundrel. Persecutes the daughters of others as if you have the right to rape or copulate with them; while with your own, even when they manage to have an orgasm and have pleasure out of marriage, they are expel from home, and accused of being libertines and bitches or even risking having stones thrown at. Yesterday, made a scandal and attacked and old German woman, because you said: “is and dirty old woman, a loan shark a thief!” Today, a couple of years later loans money for 15% a month, buys jewelry from unemployed families, negotiates votes, bugs pieces of land, steals retirements, forges medicines and food. Likes to launch your eyes to the blinds of the neighbours house and lifting your ears to hear someone’s intimacies, as if you and your wife lived a permanent “honey moon” and as if what keeps you cohabitating was not only and exclusively, in one hand, the hate, and the other, the impossibility of being a parasite in separate. It’s interesting and sick your project of being the richest, the most famous, the most powerful, the most renowned tyrant, and for that, lies, steals and phlegm’s in the face of the world. Invades the public safes, forges scientific dada and approves economic laws against the community, this naive and stupid community that gave you absolute power over them, and if necessary, will give you a blank power of attorney so you can perfect your repressive and criminal instruments. Yes, the so call paramilitaries corpuses, the medical police, the maximum security prisons, the federal revenue, the spies, the tortures, the messengers of after life, the legion of vicars and priests, the knights of excommunicare, the women police stations, minors court, the registry offices, the gunmen, the parliamentary immunity, the appointment of judges, the bankers, the public employees, the businessmen and traders associations, the armies, the parties, the television channels concessions, the radio, food and fertilizers monopoly. All this to dig as even deeper hole between the people and to knock down definitely those considered impertinent. In the theaters, applauds on your feet, even when you don’t understand a word, a note, a coma of the show, that’s because yours godfathers and superiors are sitting behind you, and watching you and they judge you by your applauses and the state of your kerseymere. Spends your whole life inducing your sons, friends and servers to marriage, - the joining of idiots – not because you believe it’s something natural and healthy, but only because you don’t want to be alone in the trap that you have fallen into and because freedom of others amplifies the certainty of being a slave. Then, encourages them to travel to Europe, to buy a farm house, to pay the tithe, to apply for the town council or Senate, to belong to the mafia, to seduce adolescents and to withhold taxes; everything clearly in a delirious and hysterical picture. The illness is your everyday companion and in spite of the medicines and the vitamins you need it as the air you bread and is under the whips of your symptoms that you develop your goals, your objectives and your programs. Through this kind of symbiosis that one can easily understand the reasons and the magnitude of your social fetish and all the barbarism that you institutionalized. You are the number one client of the medical Populacho, and eats even excrements when this recommends you, because for you medicine is the ultimate work in everything, since breast feeding to heart bypass; since rubber preservatives until Viagra erections. Under your “politeness” outfit and thought your slave character, you manage to make medicine and all the abuses that are committed in it, some kind of modern xamanism, where the word of the wizard is unquestionable. Ah Populacho! Sometimes it’s almost hopeless to notice that you, through your chronic mediocrity, have conquer everything in the world until the point that today, even the media are under your control. In circulations of more and more epic proportions your newspapers invader the most distant places of the nations and are dedicated exclusively to chatter about crimes, the oscillation of the share market, small cultural and diplomatic orgies, anyway, in one word, about the social orgies. Acquired, nobody knows how, the right to throw up indiscriminately over the masses, with no worries about the intimate and personal consequences of your vomit over those who did not ask nor desire to see you waving of the balcony of your palace. Acquired the freedom of uncharacterized life by means of robberies, commercial demagogies, political hysteria, scoundrelism and ridiculous and stupid information like yourself, without, for this, at least immediately, render account to the species and to history. And tomorrow, once again you are going to the theater, with your repressed voice, with your domesticated donkey steps and confuse yourself with other imbeciles like you, while seducing “defenseless” boys and girls believing to be doing the most praiseworthy of the socio-sexual revolution of the century. On the streets, schools, churches and clubs, as on the NGOs and the so called scientific centers that currently reproduces like dengue, are full of cowards, liars, dirty hypocrites’ that don’t even deserve a look, a word, a vow of trust. Men of your nature proliferates like rats, and are, we all know, the direct landlord of decadence. I’m tired of acknowledging, in one hand, that you, when part of some kind of “aristocracy” are always an aristocrat of birth, or of money, never an aristocrat of character or spirit. In another hand, that none of the denominated aristocracies know were just racial delirium, schizophrenic crisis or narcissists manifestations of some groups that, supported by hired gunmen or by armies, defended that perversity. You and all of those that surround you, when assuming that “aristocratic” behavior, should look at yourselves in the mirror or, at least, visit the cage of the gorillas at the zoo. This would be enough to understand that this little “aristocracy” is something so silly and so cannibal that it won’t fit in any society of the future. Now, one thing is certain: in this little world of reptiles – I insist -, all your plans were converted into laws. From a simple street vendor and preacher you’ve became the main owner of the communication media. Here your voice was heard, your projects taken forward until the last consequences, your paranoia transformed in constitutions and you intestinal and sexual disorders considered universal sickness by the World Health Organization. Here, in this ridiculous planet, your “personal laws” and your soup operas were converted in “social laws” and the flag that you lift swings haughtily through the continuous winds of the human falseness. You, with your lackeys have manage to confuse yourself, damage the soil, turned elder and children into imbeciles, delaying youth and making schemas of a suicidal route to life. Managed to create the states, the countries, the IMF and all the other international institutions that, under the sheets, beyond the known interventionist role, your function are to grant diplomas of honorability to ex-presidents and crooks. You, Populacho, through your diplomatic gestures and your statistic tables, managed to disseminate dozens of pathologies among men and women, isolate atoms and built bombs, kills through acupuncture, through cicuta and of all other “pharmacologic” systems. Managed to violate the world of the “madmen”, legalize pseudo-psychiatric pavilions and brothels of children with the same ease you had earlier legalized the galleries, the alcoholism, the guillotines, the real estate, the banks, the blood banks and the vilest of all crimes: the rent of a house… Everyone believed in your “accidents”, your “heart strokes” and your unexpected mental attacks… But the most lucid ones don’t fall for your dreadful lie because they noticed you cowardly planning your own death. Like the Australian rabbits, dies psychologically way before of their physical death and I, don’t do anything else besides spy on. I have absolutely nothing to do with this official banditism or that despicable social joke. I only watch you, evaluate the magnitude of your desperateness and the deeps of the roots of your coward behavior. In one moment, I even cried with your weep; in another, I roar with laughter at your manic desegregation. For the same reason that you stopped me to live, I stopped you to die! You will remain sensible and alive until that moist coal and that fatal arrogance that inhabit in you consume it selves. Ah, human rabble! What a disgrace to live in the same century as you. How many times were you surprised humiliating, lying and stealing simple and miserable beings and your hands were agile, your eyes were numb and all your choreography takes visibly the register mark of social corruption. How many times I’ve seen you in conferences, your magna classes, or even your cheap promiscuous or your masochists’ orgasms and always presented yourself with that same satiated sheep face. How many times you were found drunk, taking heroin through your feet’s veins, eating peyote or stuffing yourself with barbiturates… Always said the same things, always the same complains, recites the same fragments of the gospels, a phrase of Rajnesh, a dogma of Stalin, a bullshit of Chico Xavier or even make up erotic adventures that not even the old Casanova have manage to protagonist. How many times your children were found abandoned, worm-eaten by sadness and with the marks of torture on their body that, when not left by you, have had your endorsement. Your children are literally shattered by your barbarism and by the barbarism of the legalized system. No one doubts that you are a fifth class reproducer. A tiny woman that generically hates kids. And that’s why before getting pregnant a woman, or before letting someone to make her pregnant should give proof that under your “Arian”, “African” or “Hebrew” skin, it doesn’t dazzle the donkey or the delirious cow, like those that spends life in the job and that internals their children in prison schools or religious jails, which the function is to dismantle childhood, making children submissive, passive and cowards in front of society. That’s why you have made you ejaculation a human tragedy or your ovulation in an ecological disaster, you should show your capability of discernment when facing life and of serenity when facing death. You should say what you eat and drink, what you dream and what you plan to accelerate future freedom of all children? Don’t even suspects that to know you I have been for a long time subjected to your ideas, that I patiently coexisted next to you, that I’ve watched your conversations, your roguishness and your plans without never lose sight of your degree of mental insanity. I’ve escort you through different roads, amazed I look at your gestures, to the trees you pulled out, to the rivers where you spawn your sewers, listening with care to your despicable lies and rigorously investigating your delirious everyday life. Sometimes I dare to comment about your crimes, about your so called ethic, about your rigid arms, about your authoritarian concepts about human sexuality and about what’s to come for men… And you reacted immediately with an evasive answer or divert the speech to the other side, accusing me of being a cheap ideologist, of being envy of your professional success or of being and immature left wing. Other time you became angry – that anger of the ephemeral mushroom that O.W. mentions, against the deathly orchid, ecstatic and adorably refined – while saying that nature, aesthetics and the body were for you absolutely and simply shit. Poor and dangerous Populacho.
