When a Brazilian arrives in the United States, they are received like a dog, or rather, like a stray dog. They are disrespected, humiliated, beaten, and murdered. Few speak well of them, not to mention the contempt and prejudice they suffer for dreaming of a "better life." Even more so if they are Black; then it's all lost, they suffer triple the hardship.
On March 9th,
- Ho! What a privilege. - Hurry, clear the way. Stop traffic. Beat the drums and throw red carpets like precious stones. - Bring the army. Ah! And don't forget the marines in case we need to kill any Brazilians. - Why all this? - You don't know? - Bush is arriving, my compatriots, he's come to pay us a visit. He only wants our fuel, our water, and to take a gift back. A basic recipe on how to make sugarcane alcohol production.
- Ho! What a privilege. - Hurry, clear the way. Stop traffic. Beat the drums and throw red carpets like precious stones. - Bring the army. Ah! And don't forget the marines in case we need to kill any Brazilians. - Why all this? - You don't know? - Bush is arriving, my compatriots, he's come to pay us a visit. He only wants our fuel, our water, and to take a gift back. A basic recipe on how to make sugarcane alcohol production.
Ah! That's all, fellow.
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