I'm not miserable. I'm just. I'm just very (maybe too) disturbed about this. Does that count?
So, you know, "The Greatest Portuguese" was always held as just a game. How could it be more? Just a chance to chew up some history, try and remind the Portuguese of their national narrative, that sort of thing.
But then. But then they started counting down to the top three, and I realized that Salazar hadn't yet turned up. I laughed out loud nervously. And then, by 41% of the vote, he won.
I'm not really gonna bother trying to write up about him; I've tried twice and started babbling. He was a dictator, and Wikipedia is your friend.
And you see, it was a game. Just a fun historical game. Yeah. And they say that most of it must have been protest votes agains PS, the party currently in power.
Sure. But it's hard not to read into it. It becomes harder when you realize those participating seemed to think it more important to "protest" the current government (by complimenting A. Fucking. Dictator.), than to make clear their opposition to the Partido Nacional Renovador ("National Renovative Party"), right-wing fuckwits with ties to the Skinheads, who are now popping up on the news. Actually, just a few days back, at a university in Lisbon, students were stopped from making an anti-fascist mural by cops, and were "invited" out, while Skins took photos of them and paraded around campus. Meanwhile, between my uni and the pharmacy faculty, there's a recent one against the "gay lobby", signed by the Nationalist Youth. And in the "faculdade de Letras", there's a PNR list for,if I'm not confused, president of the student association.
And then you see Salazar applauded on the TV. And then, you know, maybe it's paranoid, maybe it's silly. But then, it gets kinda scary and messed-up. Because it seems profoundly fucked-up as a symbol.
Then, you don't know if you're kinda sad, kinda pissed-off, kinda nauseated or just suddenly feeling a strong need to get the fuck out of this lunatic country.
But hey. It was just! a! game! |