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[Miscellanées] I am Macron – Debates


The slap went around the world, it may well make a dent in my post. She will perhaps tell us what meaning to give to it in this period when hating your neighbor turns to national sport, even to slaughter. One fires a pistol at his wife’s head in the middle of the street, the other throws his through the window, a third settles a marital dispute by fire, teenagers stab each other in high school, rape each other, etc. And each time, you are portrayed as “presumed innocent” “gentle as a lamb”, “adorable”, really, “loves”.

“Adorable”, the slap of the President was like you and me, witnesses his neighbors congratulating themselves on having him for neighbor. Of course, he read “Mein Kampf”, played with extremes, wielded dagger and pistol, but with all due honor, as a valiant, as an esthete. And it was as an esthete that he slapped the President, let’s see: a liege’s bellows acting in the name of the “Roué” (after the Revolution, the “King”), uttering the Capetian war cry immortalized by Godefroy de Montmirail, alias Jean Reno in the film “The Visitors”. It’s serious ?…. I remember the day my mother gave a vague blow with her umbrella on a car which had brushed past me at the “zebra crossing”. A fat man came downstairs, raised his hand to her, and got out of the way. I have never seen my father, be balanced, in such a state. My mother had noted the number of the driver: he had his address and his profession – Sitkowski, wine merchant – wrote to him to slap him back on the side of Parc Montsouris, towards our place. My mother did not mail the letter, prohibiting her man from any assault. There was a lawsuit with the merchant. Court decision worded as follows: “Dismissal of the parties back to back”. An eye for an eye. A slap for an umbrella hit on a wheeled crate named “Dauphine”. Go nutmeg… It looks like Tintin.

I feel slapped when someone slaps my President – whether I like it or not. I feel slapped, humiliated… If it’s serious?…. It is an assault at gunpoint, as far as I know, armed with a clear message: it slaps itself, a President, it is bogus, it is nothing.

Years later, my father was still pale at Sitkowski’s name, yelling at whoever let him go. By slapping his wife, they insulted everything that was untouchable for him: his wife, his mother, Brittany, the face of a helpless human being, the Christian God who came especially to earth to teach meekness and the… mutual forgiveness of the insults? Do you ever hear me? He would never forgive the wine merchant! (Wine, beware, sacred drink, this is my blood).

Good prince, political animal, the President calls his kind of “Camelot” hitter stupid. In the United States, it goes out the firecracker, it bleeds to death, in our country, it slaps, so let’s keep it right. They also have public spanking, among Camelots in an organized gang, punitive and nasty laughter. Spanking a head of state in town, that’s a good idea, jarnidieu! What does our royal Damien T. Fachospheric incur? The glory for life of having wedged the President whom he loathed. Otherwise, he has just been sentenced to four months in prison and no doubt he will make two, “adorable” as he is. A slap on the President is violence and nothing else, not a qualified offense, and the President is only a citizen with public authority, no contempt linked to his rank.

Here then ! What about the context? And this accelerated escalation of never too much?

I feel slapped when someone slaps my President – whether I like it or not. I feel slapped, humiliated: I am Macron. If it is serious?…. It is an assault at gunpoint, as far as I know, armed with a clear message: it slaps itself, a President, it is bogus, it is nothing. Are you going to vote for nothing?

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