BRAZIL WORLD CUP, & MY OWN LITTLE REVOLUTION. — For the first time in my conscious life, since I started playing football (aka soccer) way back when in Calcutta, I am not watching the world cup. Adios, Pele. Adios, Maradona, Mesi. Goodbye, Brazil, Spain, Italy and Germany. I am rejecting and refusing it, and only God knows how impossibly difficult it is. I am doing it to register my dissent against the profiteering, sexual exploitation, child labor, police violence, displacement of the poor, and media lies about the greatness of the event. Plus, I just heard the ticket prices are so exorbitantly high that only the rich can afford it. $1,000 for the final is the official price of one ticket!! I was naive when I began worshiping the Olympics and World Cup. I’ve grown up. I did not have guts four years ago when I almost did not watch the event in South Africa. Now I do. Does this one-person show of dissent matter? It may not matter to you, but to me, it’s a major victory. It’s a mental revolution.