Dos codigos morais

Eu estava rodando por ai na TV e vi que Devil's Advocate estava passando. Como ja tinha visto e o melhor do filme acontece do meio pra frente, resolvi rever.
O filme eh sensacional. Nao vou comentar os atores, porque dispensam apresentacoes. Dificil um filme de Al Pacino ser ruim. Quero falar da ideia, da metafora.
Gosto especialmente dessa passagem: "God likes to watch. He's a prankster! Think about it. He gives men instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then, what does He do? I swear, for His own amusement, His own private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Look but don't touch. Touch but don't taste. Taste but don't swallow. And while you're jumping from one foot to the next, what is He doing? He's laughing his sick, fucking ass off." Pus uma parte maior do texto ai embaixo para vcs relembrarem um pouco.

Acho que a colocacao do filme nao poderia ser melhor. Ja dizia Roberto Carlos antes de eu nascer que tudo que eh bom tambem eh ilegal, imoral ou engorda. Porra, como vamos nos divertir, entao? E o sexo, drogas e rock n' roll dos anos 60/70? So de ver a ideia ja lembro da AIDS, das campanhas, do politicamente correto. Como entao?

E afinal, "quem essa besta pensa que eh pra decidir" (adoro essa frase do Ultraje)? Quem disse que se olhar nao posso tocar? Que se tocar nao posso provar? Que se provar nao deva engolir? Quem? A Biblia? Moises? Nao, nao... Talvez os apostolos? O padre, pastor, lider, guia, mentor, instrutor, professor ou o que for? Talvez eles? E quem sao eles para me dizer o que fazer?

Foda-se o evangelho, foda-se o que todos me dizem. Meu evangelho sou eu. Eu decido o que quero fazer. Nao um livro. Pouco me importa o que esta escrito la ou em qualquer outro lugar. Se eu achar que nao serve eh lixo. Foda-se a constituicao, fodam-se os codigos de direito, foda-se o regimento interno de todos os predios junto com todos os sindicos. Fodam-se os acionistas de todas as empresas. Foda-se a lei e tambem a ordem. Nao preciso delas. Sigo minha mente, meu guia (e sou ainda assim um cara legal, nao sou?).
E porque nao seria eu um cara legal? Porque nao concordo em seguir as regras so porque elas estao escritas? Nao disse que nao as seguiria. Apenas disse que nao acredito mais em nada que leio, em ninguem que ouco, e em nada que vejo. Razao. Tudo passa por ela. Ou voce precisa ser religioso para fazer uma boa acao, um trabalho comunitario? Acho que nao.
Nao frequento ambientes religiosos porque procuro a Deus. Nao tenho amigos que trabalham pelo proximo, tirando do seu ja excasso tempo, porque eles sabem algumas linhas da Biblia (e as vezes nem sabem). Faco-o porque essas pessoas me fazem bem. Podiam ser adoradoras do demonio que pra mim nao faria a menor diferenca.

E ja que o titulo desse post diz que devo falar sobre codigos morais, aproveito e falo: A moral nao existe. Converse com qualquer pessoa levemente consciente e descobrira que moral eh algo altamente pessoal e que a sua moral nao eh igual a de absolutamente ninguem. Sempre ha alguma divergencia. Sendo moral algo subjetivo, como nos atrevemos a discutir, julgar, qualquer atitude tambem pessoal?

Acho que minhas ideias sao muito avancadas pra esse mundo pequeno, nojentinho que vivo. Esse povo ignorante nao entende nada. Imagine eu gritando por ai que a moral nao existe. Ia acabar sendo apedrejado em pleno ocidente, seculo XXI. Ou pior, me ouvem e o mundo vai as picas. Porque o ser humano (nao so o homem, viu, Gera?) eh uma besta. Ele entende tudo da maneira que lhe convem. Igual quando os punks falam que querem anarquia. Que anarquia nao eh bagunca. Conheco bem os punks, e na boa, eles querem anarquia pra fazer bagunca. Cacete! Eu quero anarquia tambem. Nao quero ninguem mandando em mim. So que tem tanto bagunceiro por ai que nao ia dar certo. Me resigno a essa porcaria de governo. E a essa porcaria de pseudo-conceito: a moral.

Bah... Retorica, eh tudo retorica...
 
 
 
 
 
Advogado do Diabo pra vcs:

 
 
 
 

Kevin
What did you do to Mary Ann?

John
Free will. It's like butterfly wings. Once touched, they never get off the ground. No, I only set the stage. You pull your own strings.

Kevin
Goddamn it, what did you do to my wife?

John
Well, on a scale of one to ten. Ten being the most depraved acts of sexual theater known to man. One being your average friday night run-through at the Lomaxes' houselhold. I'd say, not to be inmodest, Mary Ann and I got it on in about eleven.

Kevin
Fuck you!

John
Got me! Yes. Step it out, son! Come on, That's good. You got to hold on to that fury That's the last thing to go. That's the final hiding place. It's the final fig leaf.

Kevin
Who are you?

John
Who am i? Who are you? Never lost a case. Why? Why do you think? Because you're so fucking good. Yeah, but why?

Kevin
Because you're my father?

John
I'm a little more that that, Kevin. "Awfully hot in that courtroom, wasn't it?" "What's the game plan, Kevin?" "It was a nice run, Kev." "Had to close out someday." "Nobody wins them all."

Kevin
What are you?

John
Oh, I have so many names.

Kevin
Satan.

John
Call me Dad.

Kevin
Mary Ann, she knew it. She knew it, so you destroyed her.

John
You're blaming me for Mary Ann. Oh, i hope you're kidding. Mary Ann, you could have saved her anytime you liked. All she wanted was love. Hey, you were too busy.

Kevin
That's a lie.

John
Mary Ann in New York? Face it, you started looking to a better-deal her the minute you got here.

Kevin
That's not true. You don't know what we had. You don't know anything about it!

John
Hey, I'm on your side.

Kevin
You're a liar.

John
Hey, Kevin. There's nothing out there for you. Don't be such a fucking chump! Stop deluding yourself! I told you to take care of your wife. What did i say? "The world would understand." Didn't I say that? What did you do? "You know what scares me, John? I leave the case, she gets better, and then I hate her for it." Remember?

Kevin
I know what you did, you set me up.

John
Who told you to pull out all the stops on Mr. Gettys? Who made that choice?

Kevin
It's entrapment. You set me up.

John
And moyez! The direction you took! Popes, Swamis, snake handlers, all feeding at the same trough. Whose ideas were those?

Kevin
You played me! It was a test. Your test!

John
And cullen! Knowing he was guilty! Seeing those pictures! What did you do? You put that lying bitch on the stand!

Kevin
You brought me in. You put me there. You made her lie.

John
I don't do that, Kevin. That day on the subway, what did i say? What were my words to you? "Maybe it was your time to loose." You didn't think so.

Kevin
Loose? I don't loose. I win! I win! I'm a lawyer, that's my job, that's what I do!

John
I rest my case.
 
(...)
 
John
Vanity is definitely my favourite sin. Kevin, it's so basic. Self-love. The all natural opiate. You know, it's not that you didn't care about Mary Ann, Kevin. It's just that you were a little more involved with someone else. Yourself.

Kevin
You're right. I did it all. I let her go.

John
Don't be too hard on yourself, Kevin. You wanted something more. Believe me.

Kevin
I left her behind and just kept going.

John
You cannot keep punishing yourself. it's awesome how far you've come. I didn't make it easy. Couldn't. Not for you or your siuster. Half-sister to be exact. Kevin, I've had so many children. I've had so many dissapointments. Mistake after mistake. And then there's you, the two of you.

Kevin
What do you want from me?

John
I want you to be yourself. You know, I'll tell you boy, Guilt is like a bag of fucking bricks. All you got to do is set it down. Who are you carrying all those bricks for? God? Is that it? God? Well, I'll tell you. Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster! Think about it. He gives men instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then, what does He do? I swear, for His own amusement, His own private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Look but don't touch. Touch but don't taste. Taste but don't swallow. And while you're jumping from one foot to the next, what is He doing? He's laughing his sick, fucking ass off. He's a tightass! He's a sadist! He's an absentee landlord. Worshiup that? Never!

Kevin
"Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven," is that it?

John
Why not? I'm here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began. I've nurtured every sensation man has been inspired to have. I cared about what he wanted and I never judged him. Why? Because i never rejected him, in spite of all his imperfections! I'm a fan of man! I'm a humanist. Maybe the last humanist. Who, in their right mind, Kevin, could possibly deny the 20th century was entirely mine? All of it, Kevin. All of it. Mine. I'm peaking, Kevin. It's my time now. It's our time.