Well, well, what a twenty-four hours of sporting drama that was. Verily. Just in case you don't follow o jogo bonito, or own a television and some ears, Brazil got knocked-out of the World Cup by the Germans last night. I say knocked-out; I mean beaten into a persistant vegetative state by the Germans. To lose 7:1 is embarrassment enough for most nations, but for the Brazilians in their own back yard it can properly be likened to a national disaster.
Brazil has no perspective when it comes to footy. Politics, the economy, sex, music, social cohesion - all these criteria are mere reflections of the state of the national game. This loss, then, cannot be overstated. The fear of the body politic is that the disaffected masses will take out their frustrations on the elected representatives. One could hardly blame them if they did. Brazilians pay income tax at a level comparable to the Scandinavians but in return receive public services that would shame a sub-Saharan tinpot dictator.
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