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&lt;/div&gt;Vou criar robôs humanoides.&lt;br /&gt;
Vou inventar o reconhecimento de voz eletrônico.&lt;br /&gt;
Vou revolucionar o modo de comprar, 100% sem contato humano.&lt;br /&gt;
Vou abandonar o coletivo.&lt;br /&gt;
Vou incentivar o egocentrismo e egoísmo alheio.&lt;br /&gt;
Vou criar uma banda de uma pessoa só.&lt;br /&gt;
Vou melhorar os helpdesks das empresas tornando-as robotizadas.&lt;br /&gt;
Vou misturar o real com o virtual.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Vou automatizar e robotizar tudo que puder,&lt;br /&gt;
Porque lidar com pessoas já está difícil demais,&lt;br /&gt;
Agora é mais fácil lidar com máquinas.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Somos apaixonados, dependentes e viciados na desgraça.&lt;br /&gt;
Consumimos isso o tempo todo, na TV ou nos esportes.&lt;br /&gt;
Devemos ter algum tipo de transtorno psicopático.&lt;br /&gt;
Porque só louco ou demente para se divertir tanto.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aposto que há pessoas que negariam, mas não há como:&lt;br /&gt;
Já reparou nas filas kilométricas na estrada quando ocorre um acidente?&lt;br /&gt;
Mesmo que o acidente não obstrua em nada a circulação de automóveis.&lt;br /&gt;
Assistimos uma corrida esperando um acidente.&lt;br /&gt;
Jackass fabrica milhões de dólares com nossa audiência.&lt;br /&gt;
UFC está virando a paixão nacional e mundial.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Programas policiais alavancam audiência.&lt;br /&gt;
Reality shows que incitam o conflito.&lt;br /&gt;
Jornais televisivos ou impresso estampam o sangue humano.&lt;br /&gt;
Muitas vezes até achamos a morte engraçada.&lt;br /&gt;
Paramos para ver um corpo mutilado na rua.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Enquanto é alheio, é curioso, divertido.&lt;br /&gt;
Quando é com alguém próximo, já não é bem assim.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Por que somos consumistas?&lt;br /&gt;
Por que é bom gastar dinheiro comprando coisas inúteis?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Porque você odeia o que você faz.&lt;br /&gt;
Não suporta passar 10 horas por dia trancado.&lt;br /&gt;
Não admite que sua rotina gira em torno de algo que não diz a seu respeito.&lt;br /&gt;
Só pensa nos números em uma folha de papel que irá receber ao quinto dia útil de cada mês.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Você entende o que essas folhas com números coloridos representam para você?&lt;br /&gt;
Representa que você é, justifica a labuta rotineira dos 30 dias passados.&lt;br /&gt;
É tudo o que você ganhou, essa foi sua recompensa, você a colocará em "pedestal".&lt;br /&gt;
E se você não fizer algo com essa recompensa?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Que sentido terá todo meu sacrifício se eu nada fizer com minha recompensa?&lt;br /&gt;
A exposição dessa recompensa é que fará toda essa loucura fazer sentido.&lt;br /&gt;
Porque se não consumir, se não usar e gastar, o que farei?&lt;br /&gt;
Preciso sentir algo de real nisso tudo, porque de ilusório já basta minha recompensa.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XUQKcTR2Fws/Tk7-schNYoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/73WVN8klnLw/s1600/_MG_0749PB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XUQKcTR2Fws/Tk7-schNYoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/73WVN8klnLw/s320/_MG_0749PB.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tenho uma caixinha feita com imagens que eu mesmo coletei.&lt;br /&gt;
Esta aí é a foto dela e em destaque a imagem que mais me chama atenção.&lt;br /&gt;
Uma mulher de boca cheia, com a mão cheia e com cara de ainda "quero mais!" e como se não bastasse um "cala boca" por cima.&lt;br /&gt;
Essa imagem sempre me faz pensar um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;
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Não é estranho que hoje em dia estamos rodeados de milhares de opções, milhares de caminhos, comidas, jeitos, maneiras e possibilidades?&lt;br /&gt;
Antigamente diziam que não existiam tantas opções. Parece que as pessoas tinham então mais sucesso.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas que loucura, com tanta coisa diante de nós, acabamos por ficar perdidos, tontos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Digo por mim mesmo, quero fazer tanta coisa, desejo tanta coisa e não tenho tempo.&lt;br /&gt;
Acabo as vezes por tanta opção não saindo do lugar.&lt;br /&gt;
Acabo ficando agoniado e sem saber o que fazer por querer fazer tudo.&lt;br /&gt;
Experimentar de tudo, ir à todos os lugares e aprender de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas que diabos, não era para ser assim.&lt;br /&gt;
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Olho ao meu redor e vejo pessoas que estão sempre atrás de algo, sempre correndo, sempre na "luta".&lt;br /&gt;
Elas querem conquistar algo que não existe, eis o motivo de tanto agonia.&lt;br /&gt;
A sociedade é baseada em valores utópicos, passado gerações as "verdades absolutas".&lt;br /&gt;
Correm atrás, principalmente, de dinheiro e felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;
Afinal o que é a felicidade ou o dinheiro em suas essências?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Milhões de opções, milhares de futilidades para divergir nossa atenção&lt;br /&gt;
Consumismo para aturar o capitalismo e por aí vai.&lt;br /&gt;
O pão e circo no coloca as vendas da ignorância em nossos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;
O senhor do tempo nos tirar qualquer capacidade de desenvolver o senso crítico e está completo o circulo vicioso.&lt;br /&gt;
Enquanto mão parar, respirar fundo e prestar atenção no que realmente acontece a nossa volta, nada mudará.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506569392149999758-6278099136384185400?l=selvageriaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Por hoje eu não vou mais fumar. Isso é igual ao trabalho que fizemos com jovens, aqueles que aprendem a dizer cada dia que, por hoje não, por hoje eu não vou pecar, por hoje eu não vou fumar, por hoje eu não vou cair na maconha, por hoje eu não vou cheira cocaína, por hoje eu não vou fazer fofoca, por hoje eu não vou reclamar, por hoje eu não vou mentir, por hoje eu&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; não vou transar do jeito errado&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, por hoje eu não vou me &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;masturbar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, por hoje não vou me prostituir, por hoje não vou deixar o &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;homossexualismo &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;tomar conta de mim. Isso é o &lt;b&gt;triunfo da paz, é muita luta&lt;/b&gt;, garra."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Não vou nem questionar a&amp;nbsp;existência&amp;nbsp;de deus, ou se até mesmo a questão das drogas. O que quero chamar a atenção é promoção ao ódio e a&amp;nbsp;discriminação&amp;nbsp;preconceituosa &amp;nbsp;que promovem certas religiões.&lt;br /&gt;
Não consigo ficar parado ouvir essas palavras sendo "cuspidas" dentro de meu ouvido e achar que deve ser assim, que devo respeitar este tipo de atitude.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Respeito e paz é o que essas pessoas atacadas pelas religiões procuram. Diga-me como elas alcançaram a paz e o desfrutar de uma vida de amor se existem incentivos deste tipo?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Luta? Garra? Paz? A faça-me o favor e deixe a hipocrisia de lado. E principalmente, deixe as pessoas viverem realmente a sua própria vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506569392149999758-1433200425487125442?l=selvageriaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Quantos anos você tem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;O que você já fez da vida?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;O que pretende realizar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Vai dar tempo? Vai viver para isso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Vivemos muito ou morremos jovens?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Passamos pela vida ou a vivemos realmente?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Se você morresse hoje?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Estaria satisfeito?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506569392149999758-9183281908927643746?l=selvageriaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sugiro colocar este obra como suas "leituras obrigatórias".&lt;br /&gt;
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Segue uma sinopse&amp;nbsp;extraído do Wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;A trama se passa na Pista No. 1, o nome da Inglaterra sob o regime totalitário do Grande Irmão (no original, Big Brother) e sua ideologia IngSoc (socialismo inglês), e conta a história de Winston Smith, funcionário do Ministério da Verdade, um órgão que cuida da informação pública do governo. Diariamente, os cidadãos devem parar o trabalho por dois minutos e se dedicar a atacar histericamente o traidor foragido Emmanuel Goldstein e, em seguida, adorar a figura do Grande Irmão. Smith não tem muita memória de sua infância ou dos anos anteriores à mudança política e, ironicamente, trabalha no serviço de rectificação de notícias já publicadas, publicando versões retroactivas de edições históricas do jornal The Times. Estranhamente, ele começa a interessar-se pela sua colega de trabalho Julia, num ambiente em que sexo, senão para procriação, é considerado crime. Ao mesmo tempo, Winston é cooptado por O'Brien, um burocrata do círculo interno do IngSoc que tenta cooptá-lo a não abandonar a fé no Grande Irmão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;De fato, Mil Novecentos e Oitenta e Quatro é uma metáfora sobre o poder e as sociedades modernas. George Orwell escreveu-o animado de um sentido de urgência, para avisar os seus contemporâneos e as gerações futuras do perigo que corriam, (...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;O Estado controlava o pensamento dos cidadãos, entre muitos outros meios, pela manipulação da língua. Os especialistas do Ministério da Verdade criaram a Novilíngua, uma língua ainda em construção, que quando estivesse finalmente completa impediria a expressão de qualquer opinião contrária ao regime.(...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;No livro, Orwell expõe uma teoria da Guerra. Segundo ele, o objectivo da guerra não é vencer o inimigo nem lutar por uma causa. O objetivo da guerra é manter o poder das classes altas, limitando o acesso à educação, à cultura e aos bens materiais das classes baixas. A guerra serve para destruir os bens materiais produzidos pelos pobres e para impedir que eles acumulem cultura e riqueza e se tornem uma ameaça aos poderosos. Assim, um dos lemas do Partido, "guerra é paz", é explicado no livro de Emmanuel Goldstein: "Uma paz verdadeiramente permanente seria o mesmo que a guerra permanente".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Fonte &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1984_(livro)"&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1984_(livro)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Também foi feito um filme deste romance, que pode ser encontrado &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hATC_2I1wZE"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Capa atual do livro:&lt;br /&gt;
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Invista na amizade.&lt;br /&gt;
Não deixe que suas amizades morram.&lt;br /&gt;
Não deixe que seus contatos se distanciem.&lt;br /&gt;
Promova mais encontros.&lt;br /&gt;
Esforce-se para encontrar seus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;
Sacrifique-se.&lt;br /&gt;
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Respeite as opiniões divergentes.&lt;br /&gt;
Conheça novas pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;
Mantenha os contatos.&lt;br /&gt;
Diminua os encontros virtuais, torne-os reais.&lt;br /&gt;
Não procure seu amig@ somente quando lhe é conveniente.&lt;br /&gt;
Ouça mais, fale menos.&lt;br /&gt;
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Deixe o orgulho de lado.&lt;br /&gt;
Perdoe.&lt;br /&gt;
Aproxime-se.&lt;br /&gt;
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Entenda uma coisa: Expor sua opinião sempre, s-e-m-p-r-e, irá deixar alguém ofendido.&lt;br /&gt;
Que absurdo. Que loucura. Mais uma barreira para a tão sonhada liberdade de expressão.&lt;br /&gt;
Que opressão. Afinal, o que define alguém são suas atitudes/ações, e não suas crenças ou idéias somente.&lt;br /&gt;
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Os grupos sociais estão extremamente fragilizados.&lt;br /&gt;
Qualquer fagulha é motivo para segregação.&lt;br /&gt;
Estamos cada vez mais fracos.&lt;br /&gt;
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As redes sociais virtuais mudaram totalmente as redes reais.&lt;br /&gt;
Os contatos ficaram mais distantes. De repente parecem todos fantasmas.&lt;br /&gt;
Você fala para ninguém e ao mesmo tempo para todo mundo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sua opinião ofende estas pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;
Você está cada vez mais sozinh@.&lt;br /&gt;
Cada vez mais distante.&lt;br /&gt;
Seus esforços são em vão.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Muitos hipocondríacos descobrem métodos alternativos para curar ou amenizar as supostas doenças, que no seu caso funcionam, pois a doença é, na verdade, sintoma da hipocondria. Como é algo mental, qualquer coisa deduzida o seu cérebro é capaz de reproduzir, portanto se a "Hipocondria" deduzir que tal coisa irá melhorar ou agravar o seu estado de saúde, geralmente ocorre, porque a própria doença é criação de sua cabeça. Muitos ligam alguns acontecimentos como agravador ou causador da doenças, sendo que a maioria deles não faz nenhum sentido. por exemplo se um macaco der um salto mortal seu diafragma terá hipocardiloma ou até mesmo seu orgão genital terá condiloma acuminado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Fonte:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hipocondria"&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hipocondria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506569392149999758-7867631113536411049?l=selvageriaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando que o povo irá acordar?&lt;br /&gt;
Até quando seremos&amp;nbsp;robotizados?&lt;br /&gt;
Feitos de idiotas e controlados?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ninguém enxerga o ocorre debaixo de seu próprio nariz.&lt;br /&gt;
O pão e circo sendo servidos a séculos.&lt;br /&gt;
A TV nos diz o que pensar, como pensar e o também o que não pensar.&lt;br /&gt;
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O interesse e a curiosidade estão foram extintos, assassinados pela mídia.&lt;br /&gt;
Sou um louco, com idéias absurdas?&lt;br /&gt;
Ah! Cala a boca e aumenta o volume então. Tchau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506569392149999758-5374678669712459334?l=selvageriaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://selvageriaurbana.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/pill__by_taboo_smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inconscientemente todos fogem da verdade.&lt;br /&gt;
Corre, Corre, vamos sair da realidade.&lt;br /&gt;
Dê-me mais álcool. Dê-me mais remédio.&lt;br /&gt;
Não quero ouvir, só me resta o tédio.&lt;br /&gt;
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Quero consumir, vamos consumir.&lt;br /&gt;
Parece-me o único jeito de sair.&lt;br /&gt;
Sair deste mundo de faz de conta.&lt;br /&gt;
Será que só eu que sou do contra?&lt;br /&gt;
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Quero mais, LSD, haxixe e morfina.&lt;br /&gt;
De repente todos são gente fina.&lt;br /&gt;
Ninguém me contraria, vou ficar cego.&lt;br /&gt;
Assim ninguém mais vai tocar no meu ego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506569392149999758-2780909944723127195?l=selvageriaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://selvageriaurbana.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/revolucao.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na religião fazem os fiéis acreditar que são pecadores, impuros e culpados.&lt;br /&gt;
Na política acredita-se que não há honestidade.&lt;br /&gt;
Na mídia vendem-se necessidades desnecessárias.&lt;br /&gt;
Na rua sugam nossos direitos e usam a repressão para iludir que termos que baixar a cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Você achar que é um pecador? Acredita que não tenha direitos?&lt;br /&gt;
Acredita que VOCÊ não possa fazer nada para mudar?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Se as ovelhas se rebelar contra o pastor que terá vantagem?&lt;br /&gt;
Quem é mais forte realmente? Por que continuamos de cabeça baixa?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Zumbis precisam ser acordados, mascarados desmascarados.&lt;br /&gt;
Óculos precisam ser arrancados.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506569392149999758-4673960286840190852?l=selvageriaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://selvageriaurbana.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/draw_me_the_world_by_stickersticker.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cada dia que passa eu fico mais intolerante à ignorância arrogante.&lt;br /&gt;
Péssimo. Para mim. Para eles, afinal, foda-se!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O conceito de "certo" está na maioria. Como assim? Deixe-me explicar, com exemplos talvez.&lt;br /&gt;
Por que "todo mundo" faz algo, está certo.&lt;br /&gt;
Por que "todo mundo" acredita em algo, está certo.&lt;br /&gt;
Por que "todo mundo" é maluco é que são normais e os normais é que são loucos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bando de burro que aceita tudo que a propaganda mostra sem questionar, sem fazer se quer um "por quê?".&lt;br /&gt;
Aceitam tudo de goela abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
George Orwell explanou em um de seus livros o exemplo do 2+2=5.&lt;br /&gt;
A maioria é tão babaca que é capaz de ser convencida que 2+2 não é 4.&lt;br /&gt;
E é verdade mesmo hoje temos várias "verdades" no nosso cotidiano de 2+2=5.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Todo mundo acha que é saudável ter flúor na água que tomamos todo dia, todo mundo toma, então está certo.&lt;br /&gt;
Todo mundo consome produtos em contato com plásticos, todo mundo come, então está certo.&lt;br /&gt;
Todo mundo acredita que a historia escrita pelos vencedores é a correta, todo mundo acredita, então está certo.&lt;br /&gt;
E por aí vai. Se todo mundo comesse merda, todo mundo acharia normal, porque afinal de contas, todo mundo come.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nunca se esqueçam das coisas que "todo mundo" achavam certo e hoje... bem, nem tanto:&lt;br /&gt;
-Terra centro do universo.&lt;br /&gt;
-Terra plana.&lt;br /&gt;
-Tomate tóxico.&lt;br /&gt;
-Manga com leite.&lt;br /&gt;
-Existência de deus.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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