The best definition of donkey has not been made by any language academy. It is a matter of the already passed Ms. Gump, a citizen of Alabama and mother of one of the main shareholders of Apple in its beginnings, Mr. Forrest Gump. Said the lady while she was placidly sitting in a rocking chair on the porch of her house: a donkey is the one who makes jokes. And that’s how Ms. Gump entered with honors the gallery of the history of the aphorism. And that’s also how we learned that we could now point without fear of making a mistake at any bean head that crossed our path.
Mrs. Gump didn’t want any more mess than was just and necessary. So he limited the issue to identifying the short leg without prejudging him, blaming him or acquitting him. Its definition does not assess the degree of intentionality of the individual and whether their stupidity responds to an act of will, such as wanting to be a donkey. Neither does the opposite, attributing the fact of being a stump to a misstep of capricious chance or to the fact that God, for believers, writes straight with crooked lines. It doesn’t matter if you want to be a donkey or you are one because you have to be one. By Ms. Gump was only important to answer the million question: are you or are you not a shoe sole? And his answer is the most intelligent and useful because it is also the simplest: you are a donkey if what you do is nonsense.
So things are, there is no doubt that following the rule of Mrs. Gump Vinícius jr. he is a magnificent example of a donkey, a thoroughbred horse. An almost unique specimen, perfect in its stupidity. Because there is no match in which Vinícius does not demonstrate to the public the lack of intelligence with which he has been blessed. We are dealing with a donkey of great professionalism, who carries out this task with immense talent. So much so, that the family’s proverbial refusal to accept the shortness of one of its members has disappeared in this case. Even at Real Madrid they have reached the same conclusion as the rest of the world, and all thanks to Mrs. Gump. Donkey is the one who makes ruqueries. So if Vinícius makes them, even if it is blood of his blood, the Merengues think, it will be for something. And this thing is what it is.
So much talent in the legs and so little juice in the brain. This is how the eternal law of the coin spends them in the case of Vinícius: that every face has a cross attached to it. And it’s a shame. Because being able to be the best in the world with the ball at his feet, and having been offered by the racists the opportunity to become their most effective antidote, he remains solely focused on his obsession, which is none other than giving he is right day yes day also to Ms. Gump: I’m a donkey because I do things.
And not just any donkey, but number one. The best.
