Arthur do Val is just like you and me, except for admitting he was wrong

I have no desire to pounce on São Paulo state deputy Arthur do Val (do I write the party? May we?). More than that, I am bothered by the way things happened (or were carried out) with (or by) him. Should I have enough sense of collectivity to attack a person who erred? I do not. And I do not think this gentleman is worse than the kind of man one finds in this city. And I am not referring to the intention of an in-person sex tour of Eastern Europe, because we are so poor that we cannot conceive of an international flight to have sex, but to two things that look quite similar.

One is immaturity about the primitive desires we have. This could convert practically any life experience into a mere matter of “tubes and connections,” as Patrícia Melo describes in the brilliant Gog Magog. Most of us, apart from serious variations of health and mental illness, live this way at least at some moment. What are Arthur’s circumstances for him to think like an animal? What did he see that made him hostage to himself? And when it happens to us?

Another is that Ukrainian women can be prostituted in internet videos too, if you catch my drift.

Whether or not the result of excellent crisis management, deputy Arthur manages to do something very hard for a man: admit he was wrong.