"Row material"

"The previous general understanding was that Santana Lopes did not serve the country as good as Cavaco, Durão and Guterres (this last one was the worst in my opinion).

Now we say; Socrates is a fraud. And the next one will be worst than this one now.
For this reason I guest that the main reason is not Santana Lopes or Socrates.
As a people and a “row material” of the country, it is in ourselves that the big problem exist.

Why I was born in one country where the “smart guys” are always evaluated better than the usual €uro?
One country where to be rich in a couple of days is a more appreciated rectitude than to create and maintain a family based on the human respect!

I was born in one country where unfortunately the newspaper never will be sailed as they are in other countries, inside the usual newspaper boxes onto the sidewalks, where we pay just one, but only one newspaper, leaving the others for the next one who needs.

I was born in one country where the private companies are the main suppliers of dishonest and fraudulent workers that take home, as it could be, pencils, rubbers, paper letters, clips and everything that can be used by their children and by themselves.

I was born in one country where people buy a false TV cable box, where all the artifices and frauds onto VAT declaration is allowed and incentivized in order to be free of payment, pay the minimum or receive money from the State.

I was born in a country where is normal and incentivized to be late at an appointment or meeting, where the Company Managers and Directors do not improve the human professional capabilities, where the environment and ecology means nothing, where the people use the roads and public walk as a trash container but always claiming against the Government if the drain system are not cleaned or collapsed, where the people are always claiming the water and electricity high prices, where a reading culture doesn’t exist anymore, where our children say that the act of reading is boring, where there is no political, historical and economical conscience.

Where our politician work two days per a week to approve projects and laws used only to “hunt” the poorest, to displease the medium class and to improve the rich and “friends”.

I was born in a country where the drive licence and medical reports can be “bought” without any official examination.
Where one old person, one lady with a child in her arms, one weak guy doesn’t be allowed or invited to have a seat in a public transport because one “Shrek” is slipping (simulating of course) on this chair.
I was born in one country where many wrong things are made by us, but at the some time we are always criticizing the PM, Government and the President.

Observing the defeats of Mr. Santana Lopes or Mr. Socrates, better I am feeling with my self, besides today, as a Portuguese, I just corrupted a traffic police or an EMEL guy in order to stop the car in a forbiden place.
As more I say that Mr Cavaco is guilty, better I feel as a Portuguese, besides today morning I explored one client of mine, who help me to pay a couple of debts. But I explored him anyway!

No, no, enough. It is enough!
As a country “row material” we have many good things but we need to do much more in order to be the men and the women that this country needs. Not only to support the football team as a dream team (they are not, I am sure)!

I feel sad because I wouldn’t know if Socrates was gone today, the next one who would succeed him, could have the some or worst ideas.
At the end we all are made by the some material.
Nowadays I have no warranty that someone could be or could do better.
This is the reality show of what we call "democracy".

I decide to find the responsible for all the bed things that we are as a people and I am sure that I will find him:
I am looking to the mirror in front of me!
Look!!! Here it is in the other side of the mirror the faulty and the corrupted guy!
Damn! Don’t need to look around!

What do you think? Please take a break and think about it!"

(based on the our missed Eduardo Prado Coelho description. Specific addaptations and translation to English made by Aryan. For all who reads me out of Portugal, since Tehran up to Buenos Aires).