“Political cuisine fuels democratic suicide already underway”

FIGAROVOX/STAND – The parliamentary candidacy of M’jib El Guerrab, who is accused of attacking socialist Boris Faure, is an example of the discrepancy between unfavorable political mores and rebellious public opinion, the journalist explains.

Benjamin Sire is a composer and journalist. His latest album, Electronica Cinematic, was released on April 8.


There is one, Emmanuel Macron, who speaks to us of rebirth or reinvention and presents us, in this period when the nominations for the parliamentary elections are being decided, the spectacle of the worst political grubs in the nomination of candidates. Able to support, in a constituency of French living abroad (the 9th, Maghreb and West Africa), a Community deputy author of an unprecedented attack on a former party comrade, in this case M’jib El Guerrab, who socialist Boris Faure attacked with a helmet, leaving him in a coma (lawsuit underway). Able, while the French demand more social justice, to further satisfy the desires of the right to top it off better while appeasing Édouard Philippe, leaving much of the Republican left with resistance to Jean-Luc Mélenchon in a decanter . Able, once re-elected, to mark his ironic contempt for the working class by making a brutal pension reform his first project, without validly demonstrating his priority or his demands. Short.

There is the one, in the left background, Jean-Luc Mélenchon, whose lips permanently form the words “democracy”, “freedom”, “people”, “union”, “social justice” and so on, and whose eyes and tone are incessantly opposite. say.

Benjamin Siro

There is the one, in the left background, Jean-Luc Mélenchon, whose lips permanently form the words “democracy”, “freedom”, “people”, “union”, “social justice” and so on, and whose eyes and tone are incessantly opposite. say. Able, after trapping the entire progressive camp in the nets of its Nupes (new popular ecological and social union), already threatening to exclude any dissenting vote in its bid to win a strange third round, because the verdict of the ballot boxes never suits him. Able to speak of unity while leading the party with the most arbitrary (not to say dictatorial) operation of the political spectrum. Able to skydive, in a communist country already equipped with established candidates, a Taha Bouhafs, who finally threw in the towel in the face of the challenge of his candidacy, which I don’t know if he is racist because he is in was convicted of first instance after I called the police union member Linda Kebbab a “service Arab”, but who I am sure plays an outspoken role with his friends from the Pir, the Adama Committee and other decolonialists, in the accession behavior that a part of the French left in the arms of the Islamists and a form of separatist. In addition, his lawyer, the indescribable Arie Alimi, whose portrait I have drawn in these columns, called for the suspension of the leader of the PCF, Fabien Roussel, who campaigned successfully against this inauguration. Able to send, in between speeches on gender equality, his own son-in-law, Gabriel Amard, into a constituency traditionally assigned to a woman by the Socialist Party. Able to invest his most formidable sidekick, Danielle Simonnet, in the 20th arrondissement, in place of outgoing Socialist deputy Lamia El Aaraje, who is believed to be part of the Nupes agreement. Able to evacuate the priority Ukrainian issue from this same agreement, under the pretense of his previous compromises with Putin and all the autocrats of the planet, arguing about a pseudo non-alignment that has no meaning other than the desire to free hands leave for this master of the Kremlin whom he so admires. Able to… The list is too long to make a complete breviary.

And then there are the others, which scarcely give us a more pleasing sight. The NPA, arguably the closest ideologically to the Melenchonist group, which, in disgust at the PS’s social-democratic neighborhood, and the tension at seeing its insignificance not rewarded by winnable constituencies, slammed the door of Nupsian negotiations in extremis. . The PS that brought itself the nails of its coffin to rebellious France in exchange for the maintenance of a parliamentary group that will ensure that it will swallow an entire vivarium of grass snakes. The Greens who hid their desire for European federalism and their vocal support for Ukraine for the same reasons as the PS, but also with a view to financial support from the state subsidies for every vote obtained. The flexible communists Roussel, who exchanged his desire for nuclear power plants for a foam wind turbine, and his love of meat for that of quinoa, after meeting the gaze of Sandrine Rousseau. The RN, who proudly mocks Reconquest, despite executives commuting from one to the next. But about this last point we will hardly complain. As for the law, let’s not talk about it. Scattered like a puzzle between those who were about to give in to the sirens of zemmourism before the industrial accident of his first round score and those who still question themselves seeking the points of disagreement between their elastic beliefs and the macronistic program. Short. It’s all dirty, very dirty. From pop to dad at a time when these practices are democratic suicide, but already in full swing.

How can so many people who claim to have heard the message from the French for decades prove otherwise and play with the nerves of the rumbling insurgency.

Benjamin Siro

How is all this still possible? How can so many people who claim to have heard the message from the French for decades prove otherwise and play with the nerves of the rumbling insurgency. Jean-Luc Mélenchon is right on one point: this system is out of breath, if not already dead. An ectoplasm still intoxicated by the protective illusion afforded by the Republic’s gold. Have they forgotten the “yellow vests” yet? Have they already put the protest against the measures taken during the health crisis – which some are excited about – in the memory closet? Have they already erased from their memory the exponential progression of a conspiracy that signed the demise of souls, no longer knowing which saint to devote themselves to and ready for all excesses? Have they, with all their arrogance, wiped out the behavior of voter consumers who puke the intermediaries and now challenge power directly and without filters? Obviously, yes.

And we, the media, are not left out. Between the infotainment that debases politics and polarizes debates into the hatred of a hostile shadow of ratings, the backwaters of networks where radical and superficial thoughts are valued to nausea, the petty ideological compromises born of convenience journalism that, by us “indiscreet” to offer, gathered in the medley of sorts, we see so much the interior of the political kitchen that it prevents us from looking through the window of the country.

Jean-Luc Mélenchon is still right on one point. He understood that the people will soon be ready for the explosion. Not quite yet. This made him say, speaking of the strategy he is putting in place before our eyes:The conquest of political hegemony has one condition: everything must first be contradictory, those are the lessons. How do you think a rebellious people is transformed into a revolutionary people?He is right and his words should alarm us as much as they frighten us, for they are those of a sorcerer’s apprentice unable to channel the forces he mobilizes. Go to God and after me the deluge. Thus the Terrors were born Thus explode the peoples manipulated by the factions and despised by the holders of comfort and power. The latter are not necessarily evil or inhuman, unlike the factious. They are simply blind and indifferent. In the political game of the fool there is no worse insult to the people Let us tremble.

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