To start this post, I have to tell you that my not-so-holy little hometown lost some of its population about 15 years ago. The young people left for the cities in search of better and more job opportunities. They also left because anyone from a village suffers from the stigma of being a villager—or of being from the sticks! As if that were derogatory! But anyway!

So, with no new homes being built, young people leaving, and a high mortality rate among the elderly, the houses were left to their own devices. Until, about three years ago, the situation turned around! Many young couples—and some not-so-young ones—began looking for homes here in my little corner of the world as if they’d discovered a diamond mine—well, not a mine, but perhaps a Midas touch!

That’s when a rush to buy and renovate homes began, while others were rented out. The population has grown; there’s more activity on the streets, more children in school, and local businesses have also benefited from this population increase! It seems they’ve found the Promised Land—well, not quite, but almost—I don’t know where these people are from, but I must tell you that they’re strange and have strange habits! The habits of spies, I’d say without a doubt!

As I was saying, they act like spies—they know everything about their neighbors, while we know nothing about them. I mean, I don’t know anything—I’m just speaking for myself! What’s certain is that this not-so-holy little town of mine, compared to Casablanca during the war, is a huge breeding ground for Asian wasps—ready to sting me with their venom!!!!

One question must be asked: Why has Santana—one of the poorest parishes in the municipality and also one of the farthest from the city—suddenly become a magnet for outsiders, who, unlike those who live here, easily find jobs? So many questions and so few answers—or perhaps I simply don’t want to provide them—but I know very well why my not-so-holy little town has become a star of the real estate market!

As the soundtrack for this post, I chose the band Placebo and their song “Surrounded by Spies,” whose lyrics seem to have been written by someone troubled by the persecution they’re facing. How original! I’d even say that I’m the one surrounded by spies—I don’t tell any lies, I’m just not mentally disturbed. I know full well what truth I’m defending: the impunity that runs rampant in the streets of this not-so-holy little town and the lies they want to impose. Let’s just say the church has been making major investments in Santana!

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CSOvtmhXuaM&list=RDGMEM6ijAnFTG9nX1G-kbWBUCJA&start_radio=1&rv=oK0Ga2DV54s

 Há um crime sem castigo e uma criminosa impune!

Here, in my not-so-holy little town, everyone knew that despite all those years of studying, he’d managed to become a professor in the Economics department. This really puzzled me—how could someone who, at the very least, had a 10.0 GPA be a university professor? To me, it could only have been through some serious connections! But I was also puzzled by the fact that I never saw him at the college, since I was studying there at the time, and what’s more, his name never appeared on the list of faculty members! It was all very strange! I was still very naive, for even more serious situations were about to unfold at this college!

Until the professor’s father died, at which point a new chapter began in this professor’s life. He returned to our not-so-holy little town, claiming he was coming back to study and finish his doctorate. But the months went by, and by, until people began to find it strange that the professor hadn’t returned to work at the university. It was then that an investigation into the professor’s life was launched—an investigation carried out by his own family. And what did they discover? A scandal: the professor was a fraud! He had never made it past the first year of his degree program, wasn’t a professor at all, and had never worked a single day in his life! Out of pride, the father kept him in Coimbra and perpetuated the lie that he had a son who was a professor at the University of Coimbra. The lie was very well constructed and orchestrated! I have my doubts—which are practically certainties—that the rest of the family, with connections to the University, knew everything and covered up the whole story of lies! Just like the family has already covered up and been involved in another scandal involving another fraudster right here in my not-so-holy little town!

This fake doctor is currently struggling with severe financial difficulties; he has been rejected by his family—who only cared about him when he was supposedly important—and by society. He was never invited to be a polling station president again! Justice was served, or maybe karma caught up with him. The truth is slow in coming but always comes out; it may take time, but I believe that a lie, no matter how well hidden, always ends up being exposed!

That’s what I’m hoping for too: Justice! There are a lot of “nice people” out there—unless I’m mistaken—or maybe they’re also colleagues of this fake doctor, with fake master’s degrees and phony or fabricated doctorates! In this not-so-holy little corner of the world of mine, with more oddities than Entroncamento, it’s a veritable flood of lies and cover-ups. But remember, it may take time, but the Truth will catch up with you, and you’ll know exactly that karma never fails—it may take time, but when it comes to collect, it does so with interest and inflation adjustments!

Once again, Man wants to take God’s place! But do you know what this cryogenics technique is good for? Nothing! God must be laughing his head off at Man! This is nothing more than a parable—this business of freezing the human body only to resurrect it later. A parable, a figure of speech that means: “a short story with characters that uses analogies and everyday situations to convey a moral, spiritual, or philosophical lesson!”—And what is the moral of this story? No matter how hard Man tries, he will never have the power of God. God is the Creator, and Man is the creature.

The soundtrack for this post is Muse’s latest song: “Cryogen.” The song is about a romantic relationship being put on cold storage, drawing a parallel with human cryopreservation. The girl in the song is compared by her ex-boyfriend to nitrogen, but believe me, I’m Absolute Zero, ha ha ha!!!

 Há um crime sem castigo e uma criminosa impune!