Rodrigo could school a political science class with the passion of a thousand tweets, reminding us that ignoring the past is not an option—that's how we end up with 'that guy' at the party who insists he was framed.

With a flair for dramatics, he pulls back the curtain on Brazil's socioeconomic theater, where the rich get richer and the poor just hope they have a seat—preferably one with a good view of the buffet.

Deploying the power of sarcasm like a superhero, Rodrigo calls out the elite like he's auditioning for a role in 'The Hunger Games: Brazil edition.' It's not just a comment; it's a challenge.

He presents the medical world with the intensity of a Shakespearean tragedy, where every line about progressive doctors feels like a battle cry in the war for social equality.

Rodrigo's critiques of religion unfold like a philosophical debate at a hipster coffee shop—thoughtful, a bit snarky, and definitely not for the faint of heart.