J. K. Rowling, anunciou recentemente que no último livro de Harry Potter, ficar-se-á a saber que Albus Dumbledore é gay.
Verdade seja dita, pessoas homofóbicas metem-me nojo. Mas autores oportunistas que usam argumentos desses, mostrando-se como pessoas altamente liberais (embora em pleno século XXI usem as siglas do nome porque acham que um autor feminino não tem tanto potencial de rentabilidade como um masculino/indefinido), com o intuito de provocar polémicas e tentar aumentar as vendas de algo, que só por si já vende milhões de cópias em todo o mundo, provocam-me ainda mais asco.
Se ela quisesse realmente provocar polémica, e uma vez que escreveu o primeiro livro da série no Porto, ela poderia escrever ainda mais um livro que demonstrasse todos os podres de Hogwarts, e retratasse a escola como uma espécie de Casa Pia.
Aqui ficam alguns excertos, em jeito de sugestão.
Angelus Enculatus:
Memoirs of an abused Wicca-Child
(…)so, you’ve read my books, saw my movies…you think you know everything about me, Harry P.. And yet, not everything you know is true. Some things are true, some are just lies. Ancient, powerful lies to hide the fact that Hogwarts is a den for pedophiles and all sorts of sexual predators. Behind all the glamour, potion classes, Quidditch matches, cute white messenger howls and talking hats there was a lot of tears and silent pain.
All of us children were excited at our first day at Hogwarts. Before the week was over, however, we were all too sure that in order to become wizards, we would have to endure seven hellish years of abuse, physical and psychological alike. I couldn’t sleep for a week, with what all the crying and stuff.
It was sure from the start that Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts and a former abuser of my father, had taken a special fancy for me. I was sure of that by the way he always told me.
“Harry, do come into my office. My phoenix has arisen once more. Would you like to pet it?”
The first time around, I felt dirty. In time however, I grew to love Dumbledore. There was a connection there. I thought we had a special bound. You can imagine how sad I was when I caught him red-handed once, betraying me with my best friend. As he raped Ron over and over again, he kept saying:
“Dumbledore loves little red-haired dorks, he does”.
They’ve broken my heart.
From that point on, I was ice. All the beatings, all the rapes, all the He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named crap, even the very death of my parents… none of that bothered me anymore.
(…) I think the worst of them all was Hagrid, the groundskeeper. See, he swinged both ways. Boys, girls, centaurs…he kept repeating the same mantra:
“Let´s go to my shack, I have a huge, hairy beast I would like to show you”.
One time, Hagrid and his retarded gigantic half-brother took turns at Hermione. Afterwards, they’ve spanked the poor girl within an inch of her life and pissed all over her inconscient body. She has been in a coma for the last 3 years, and she may never recover again.
(…) the worst part of it all was the fact that they kept trying to make us believe they were doing all this to protect us from Voldmort. Once, Dumbledore told me to go see Severus Snape. I can still recall Severus´ words:
“Ok, let’s be honest, Potter. I don’t like you and you don’t like me. You are not my type, as I am into blonde bad boys. But Dumbledore has told me to show you the way to defend yourself from Voldmort. In order to do so, I will now penetrate your mind. Please turn around, and let me just take my magic wand out. “
Voldmort was actually an agent from the British government who was investigating crimes of sexual nature in Hogwarts for decades now. My parents were willing to testify, but it just so happens that Dumbledore had them whacked and blamed Voldmort. The truth must be known. This terrible crime had all the support from the Ministry of Magic, as important members of the government were implicated in the rapes who took place at the school. My father,´s friend Sirius Black was spared, but afterwards his punishment was such that he now finds daily gang-rapes in the showers at Azkaban a walk in the park.
Abuse is a tradition at Hogwarts. Throughout the centuries many boys and girls were tortured and abused there. Even now, the talking painting of old do try to trick us into sex. This state of affairs has taken a toll on the students. Moaning Myrtle was driven to suicide. Luna Lovegood to madness. Me? I have grown an unnatural desire for blinding horses.
Verdade seja dita, pessoas homofóbicas metem-me nojo. Mas autores oportunistas que usam argumentos desses, mostrando-se como pessoas altamente liberais (embora em pleno século XXI usem as siglas do nome porque acham que um autor feminino não tem tanto potencial de rentabilidade como um masculino/indefinido), com o intuito de provocar polémicas e tentar aumentar as vendas de algo, que só por si já vende milhões de cópias em todo o mundo, provocam-me ainda mais asco.
Se ela quisesse realmente provocar polémica, e uma vez que escreveu o primeiro livro da série no Porto, ela poderia escrever ainda mais um livro que demonstrasse todos os podres de Hogwarts, e retratasse a escola como uma espécie de Casa Pia.
Aqui ficam alguns excertos, em jeito de sugestão.
Angelus Enculatus:
Memoirs of an abused Wicca-Child
(…)so, you’ve read my books, saw my movies…you think you know everything about me, Harry P.. And yet, not everything you know is true. Some things are true, some are just lies. Ancient, powerful lies to hide the fact that Hogwarts is a den for pedophiles and all sorts of sexual predators. Behind all the glamour, potion classes, Quidditch matches, cute white messenger howls and talking hats there was a lot of tears and silent pain.
All of us children were excited at our first day at Hogwarts. Before the week was over, however, we were all too sure that in order to become wizards, we would have to endure seven hellish years of abuse, physical and psychological alike. I couldn’t sleep for a week, with what all the crying and stuff.
It was sure from the start that Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts and a former abuser of my father, had taken a special fancy for me. I was sure of that by the way he always told me.
“Harry, do come into my office. My phoenix has arisen once more. Would you like to pet it?”
The first time around, I felt dirty. In time however, I grew to love Dumbledore. There was a connection there. I thought we had a special bound. You can imagine how sad I was when I caught him red-handed once, betraying me with my best friend. As he raped Ron over and over again, he kept saying:
“Dumbledore loves little red-haired dorks, he does”.
They’ve broken my heart.
From that point on, I was ice. All the beatings, all the rapes, all the He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named crap, even the very death of my parents… none of that bothered me anymore.
(…) I think the worst of them all was Hagrid, the groundskeeper. See, he swinged both ways. Boys, girls, centaurs…he kept repeating the same mantra:
“Let´s go to my shack, I have a huge, hairy beast I would like to show you”.
One time, Hagrid and his retarded gigantic half-brother took turns at Hermione. Afterwards, they’ve spanked the poor girl within an inch of her life and pissed all over her inconscient body. She has been in a coma for the last 3 years, and she may never recover again.
(…) the worst part of it all was the fact that they kept trying to make us believe they were doing all this to protect us from Voldmort. Once, Dumbledore told me to go see Severus Snape. I can still recall Severus´ words:
“Ok, let’s be honest, Potter. I don’t like you and you don’t like me. You are not my type, as I am into blonde bad boys. But Dumbledore has told me to show you the way to defend yourself from Voldmort. In order to do so, I will now penetrate your mind. Please turn around, and let me just take my magic wand out. “
Voldmort was actually an agent from the British government who was investigating crimes of sexual nature in Hogwarts for decades now. My parents were willing to testify, but it just so happens that Dumbledore had them whacked and blamed Voldmort. The truth must be known. This terrible crime had all the support from the Ministry of Magic, as important members of the government were implicated in the rapes who took place at the school. My father,´s friend Sirius Black was spared, but afterwards his punishment was such that he now finds daily gang-rapes in the showers at Azkaban a walk in the park.
Abuse is a tradition at Hogwarts. Throughout the centuries many boys and girls were tortured and abused there. Even now, the talking painting of old do try to trick us into sex. This state of affairs has taken a toll on the students. Moaning Myrtle was driven to suicide. Luna Lovegood to madness. Me? I have grown an unnatural desire for blinding horses.
(...)
Eventually, by the time we were on our late teens, like Ron’s twin brothers, they started to lose interest in us. After all, fresh meat was coming in every year.
Eventually, by the time we were on our late teens, like Ron’s twin brothers, they started to lose interest in us. After all, fresh meat was coming in every year.
(...)
The saddest part of it all is the fact that nobody will ever be accused of anything, a bit as if the case was being investigated by the sardine-munching fellows at PJ. You see, Hogwarts is not really on muggle reality, so British and EU laws are not applicable here.
(…)
In short, personally, I miss Hogwarts. See, my uncle, aunt and cousin are such unbelievable and utterly boring mugglefuckers, 9 months of sodomy were better than 3 months at their place.
The saddest part of it all is the fact that nobody will ever be accused of anything, a bit as if the case was being investigated by the sardine-munching fellows at PJ. You see, Hogwarts is not really on muggle reality, so British and EU laws are not applicable here.
(…)
In short, personally, I miss Hogwarts. See, my uncle, aunt and cousin are such unbelievable and utterly boring mugglefuckers, 9 months of sodomy were better than 3 months at their place.
2 comentários:
Aprecio muito do original, mas gostei da adaptação ;)
olha lá, não queres ir fazer o meu exame de inglês por mim?
dava jeitinho!
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