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O Jornal de Angola, como é do conhecimento comum, é a voz oficial do regime. Por outras palavras, é um folhetim de propaganda para o regime angolano escrever o que ainda não pode dizer em discursos oficiais.

O Jornal de Angola queixa-se de Portugal, ora como virgem ofendida porque, imagine-se! alguém fez uma peça jornalística sobre um acontecimento negativo em Angola ou - Deus nos salve! - porque alguém escreveu uma crónica defendendo que chamar democracia a Angola é brincar com os conceitos.

O Jornal de Angola viu-se com o poder de ter chamadas de capa no Correio da Manhã porque acusa a TVI de seguir as instruções de Judite de Sousa e José Alberto Carvalho. A pobr'alma que escreveu essa crónica só através de associação de realidades pode chegar a esta acusação. Ora, lá porque em Angola a liberdade de expressão e de imprensa são um mito, não quer dizer que em Portugal também o seja. Lá porque o Jornal de Angola responde a José Eduardo dos Santos, o mesmo não acontece em Portugal.

Angola tem um regime com uma elite económica a deter uma enormidade da riqueza baseada em recursos naturais. No ranking do Índice de Desenvolvimento Mundial, Angola ocupa a 148º posição. Para um país que gosta de esbanjar capital em empresas portuguesas, podia pensar em investir parte na pessoas do seu próprio país...

Angola tem telhados de vidro para a atitude que tem vindo a ter para com Portugal. Atitude essa justificável na medida em a falta de coragem dos partidos portugueses, empresas portuguesas e até do Presidente da Republica portuguesa são notórias. Se Angola quer rever a colaboração estratégica com Portugal que assim seja. Se Portugal saliva por dinheiro Angolano, pondo-se de quatro ao mínimo susto vindo de Angola, então Portugal merece ser trespassado. Mudem a bandeira, ofereçam os símbolos de soberania a Angola. A Assembleia dava um óptimo salão de festas.

E fica o recado ao Jornal de Angola: querem ser credíveis? Querem ser mais que um papel propagandista? É simples. Parem de escrever que sabem que a elite portuguesa é corrupta. Parem de insinuar que sabem que acontecem negociatas com este ou aquele. Nós também sabemos. Comecem a dizer nomes, a apresentar provas. Por outras palavras, façam jornalismo. É que aparentemente no título do vosso pasquim, está primeiro "Jornal" que "Angola". Sejam jornalistas.

E para Portugal: já fomos humilhados pela comunidade internacional demasiadas vezes. Pelo Reino Unido, por Espanha, troika, etc. Na ultima humilhação (mapa cor-de-rosa) o regime caiu. Mudou-se de rei para presidente. E agora? Agora que Cavaco é um cobarde? Eu, português, sinto vergonha deste país que não se sabe impor e dar ao respeito. Sinto vergonha por este país que não tem um única voz dentro do poder politico a dizer que tem que bater com a mão na mesa e ganhar um belo par de tomates.

Anda para aí uma histeria neste nosso país com os filmes recentes sobre Che Guevara. Ontem fui à FNAC ali no Chiado, não consigo sequer ter uma mínima noção de quantos livros diferentes sobre Che estão à venda. Chega a causar naúseas. Só tem de facto piada porque representa o capitalismo a funcionar, o que, creio, faria Che dar voltas de irritação na tumba.

Continua a fazer-me uma imensa confusão como é que alguém como Che pode sequer ser idolatrado. Incrível como a História pode ser tão manipulada, especialmente por certa esquerda. Por isso, aqui deixo algumas passagens de alguns artigos de Humberto Fontova na Capitalism Magazine (especialmente este), recomendando ainda a leitura deste artigo de Alvaro Vargas Llosa. De destacar que ambos são autores de livros que tentam desmistificar este mito moderno, este e este. Já agora, há um grupo no Facebook intitulado Che Guevara was a murderer and your t-shirt is not cool. Podem encontrar aí várias leituras sobre o assunto. Aqui ficam então várias passagens:

Alvaro Vargas Llosa, The Lie Abouth Where Che Lies:

It is not surprising, of course, that Che Guevara's remains are a myth. Everything about this modern saint is a myth -- his love of justice, his romantic disposition, his goodness. The truth is that he executed hundreds of people, ruined the Cuban economy, tried to turn Cuba into a nuclear power and helped bring about many military dictatorships in Latin America in reaction to the guerrillas he inspired in the 1960s and the 1970s.

Guevara's false body reminds us that totalitarian power is built on the abolition of historical truth and the psychological manipulation of its citizens.

There is something at once terrifying and fascinating about the fact that this act of propaganda was concocted by scores of scientists, diplomats and jurists perfectly willing to make a mockery of their professions in order to deliver a story that one man, Fidel Castro, ordered them to deliver -- and that they knew to be a colossal lie. 

Humberto Fontova, Che, Assassin and Bumbler:

"At The Sundance Film Festival Robert Redford's film on Che Guevara "The Motorcycle Diaries" received a standing ovation." They say this was the only film so raptly received.

For the first year of Castro's glorious revolution Che Guevara was his main executioner -- a combination Beria and Himmler, with a major exception: Che's slaughter of (bound and gagged) Cubans (Che was himself an Argentine) exceeded Heinrich Himmler's prewar slaughter of Germans -- to scale, that is.

(...)

Cuba was a nation of 6.5 million in 1959. Within three months in power, Castro and Che had shamed the Nazi prewar incarceration and murder rate. One defector claims that Che signed 500 death warrants, another says over 600. Cuban journalist Luis Ortega, who knew Che as early as 1954, writes in his book "Yo Soy El Che!" that Guevara sent 1,897 men to the firing squad. In his book "Che Guevara: A Biography," Daniel James writes that Che himself admitted to ordering "several thousand" executions during the first few years of the Castro regime.

So the scope of the mass murder is unclear. So the exact number of widows and orphans is in dispute. So the number of gagged and blindfolded men who Che sent – without trials – to be bound to a stake and blown apart by bullets runs from the hundreds to the thousands.

But the mass executioner gets a standing ovation by the same people in the U.S who oppose capitol punishment! Is there a psychiatrist in the house?!

(...)

I've called him cowardly. Yet in all fairness, we don't know. For the simple reason that the century's most celebrated guerrilla fighter never fought in a guerrilla war or anything even approximating one. The few puerile skirmishes again Batista's army in Cuba would have been shrugged off as a slow night by any Cripp or Blood. In Cuba Che couldn't find anyone to fight against him. In the Congo he couldn't find any to fight with him. In Bolivia he finally started getting a tiny taste of both. In short order he was betrayed, brought to ground and routed.

(..)

As a professional duty I tortured myself with Che Guevara's writings. I finished glassy-eyed, dazed, almost catatonic. Nothing written by a first-year philosophy major (or a Total Quality Management guru) could be more banal, jargon-ridden, depressing or idiotic. A specimen:

"The past makes itself felt not only in the individual consciousness – in which the residue of an education systematically oriented toward isolating the individual still weighs heavily – but also through the very character of this transition period in which commodity relations still persist, although this is still a subjective aspiration, not yet systematized."

Slap yourself and let's continue:

"To the extent that we achieve concrete successes on a theoretical plane – or, vice versa, to the extent that we draw theoretical conclusions of a broad character on the basis of our concrete research –we will have made a valuable contribution to Marxism-Leninism, and to the cause of humanity."

Splash some cold water on your face and stick with me for just a little more:

"It is still necessary to deepen his conscious participation, individual and collective, in all the mechanisms of management and production, and to link this to the idea of the need for technical and ideological education, so that we see how closely interdependent these processes are and how their advancement is parallel. In this way he will reach total consciousness of his social being, which is equivalent to his full realization as a human creature, once the chains of alienation are broken."

Dude, this dork's image sells beer huggers and vodka! Again, is there a psychiatrist in the house?!

Throughout his diaries Che whines about deserters from his "guerilla" ranks (bored adolescents, petty crooks and winos playing army on the weekend). Can you BLAME them? Imagine sharing a campfire with some yo-yo droning on and on about "subjective aspirations not yet systematized" and "closely interdependent processes and total consciousness of social being" – and who also reeked like a polecat(foremost among the bourgeois debauchments disdained by Che were baths).

These hapless "deserters" were hunted down like animals, trussed up and brought back to a dispassionate Che, who put a pistol to their heads and blew their skulls apart without a second thought.

After days spent listening to Che and smelling him, perhaps this meant relief.

Nurse Ratched, Doug Neidermeyer, Col. Klink, Maj. Frank Burns – next to Guevara they're all the heartiest of partiers. Here's the guy who helped turn the hemisphere's party capital into a vast forced labor and prison camp – into the place with the highest (youth) emigration and suicide rate in the hemisphere, probably in the world. In 1961 Che even established a special concentration camp at Guanacahibes in extreme Western Cuba for "delinquents." This "delinquency" involved drinking, vagrancy, disrespect for authorities, laziness and playing loud music.

And Che's image adorns Grunge bands, jet-set models and spring break revelers! Again, is there a psychiatrist in the house?!

Who can blame Fidel for ducking into the nearest closet when this yo-yo came calling? Call Fidel everything in the book (as I have) but don't call him stupid. Guevara's inane twaddle must have driven him nuts. The one place where I can't fault Fidel, the one place I actually empathize with him, is in his craving to rid himself of this insufferable Argentine jackass.

That the Bolivian mission was clearly suicidal was obvious to anyone with half a brain. Fidel and Raul weren't about to join him down there –you can bet your sweet bippy on that.

But sure enough! Guevara saluted and was on his way post haste. Two months later he was dead. Bingo! Fidel scored another bulls-eye. He rid himself of the Argentine nuisance and his glorious revolution had a young handsome martyr for the adulation of imbeciles worldwide. Nice work.

Che Guevara was monumentally vain and epically stupid. He was shallow, boorish, cruel and cowardly. He was full of himself, a consummate fraud and an intellectual vacuum. He was intoxicated with a few vapid slogans, spoke in clichés and was a glutton for publicity.

But ah! He did come out nice in a couple of publicity photos, high cheekbones and all! And we wonder why he's a hit in Hollywood.