RASCAL

This is a chronic from Rica Perrone, a Brazilian blogger who talks about life and sports, that I decided to translate.
(sorry mistakes, my english it's not so good, but feel free to correct and then I will edit)

RASCAL

The misunderstood good-natured fellow who in the good faith of not being honest to avoid hurts, leads a bad fame.

The rascal, my friends, is a drop of honesty that there is in a good man without directions.

He who experiences and to avoid the discomfort of negatively evaluating the girl, disappears. And when he disappears, he soon gets the label: "rascal!". When, in fact, he realized, he just wanted to be elegant.

"rascal" is also one who instinctively has more than one and assumes none. But look at the sincerity in "not assuming them" in this being who, evolved, could choose and opt for official solitude.

The man who betrays is not a "rascal." Because a real rascal has never been caught. And so he did not betray.

Whoever saw it, lied.

Feminism wants to end our already weakened crop of rascal. But note, there is a female version of the scoundrel. We call it "bitch". And also note that there is no male movement to destroy them.

We understand this true cultural heritage of the country better than women, perhaps. Or maybe we all have a rascal way of life. Anyway, as long as they leave you alone.

There is not a respectable bar without there being a good rascal. And the rascal is so rascal that you can not identify him with the naked eye. Just naked body. And female, because I still do not know of cases of gay rascal.

But maybe do. I'm going to ask my gay friends, I was curious now.

But let's go back.

What grace would be honest and father of family were not this figure so present in the past of all our current and, with luck, only in the past?

They lower the level of demand, give the ugly the power to put good faith as quality and no longer as a minimum required. The rascal helps less favored classes.

As important and despised as the bitch, the rascal must be preserved. Maybe an NGO for not exterminating the rascal. Maybe a beach with only small little rascal running to the sea in Alagoas(a state of Brazil).

I do not know. I know it can't finish. And that the search for character can not find in the rascal a problem, but an extreme pillar of equilibrium.

There would be no sense if we did not know Bolsonaro and Jean Willys (alt-right and alt-left politicians). Among them there is balance. And without the rascal, considering the significant amount of asshole candidates "not advised partners" of the rascal... there would be a pent-up demand.

World peace, happy marriages, memorable carnivals, and the worst days of a woman were often thanks to a tremendous rascal.

I'm worried. I do not have the talent to be one of them, although if I had to choose between extremes, his side would remain.

In the name of Saint Portaluppi(football coach known for being a womanizer), the protector of the good rascal, I ask you for more tolerance. Or we'll end up with the only "good motherfucker" the world has ever known.

A toast to the rascal! They never lied, only created versions of the truth so as not to hurt anyone.

It's a pity that I wrote this all at dawn, philosophizing about life and that this text will die here. Since no man will be male enough to share, much less a good rascal would.

Rica Perrone

p.s: the Brazilian word that was replaced by 'rascal' is 'canalha'