About ten years ago, when I started taking lessons to get my driving test, the instructor, at the beginning of the very first one, before even starting the engine, asked me: “Is there anything I need to know about you?”
Because I knew it was better to warn as soon as possible, especially someone who is literally sitting in the dead man’s seat, I replied that I had a lot of difficulty distinguishing left from right. And, a few minutes later, hearing him tell me to turn right, then specify “no, the other right”I understood that I was dealing with someone who was patient.
Good news, I got the license.
Good news, I don’t drive very often.
Bad news, a significant proportion of the population and a good part of the political world now seem extremely poorly lateralized. And it’s just as dangerous, if you ask me. (If you didn’t want my opinion, at the same time, you would be scrolling on Vinted, like a normal human, rather than reading this column.) In short, we’re in the poop.
So obviously, by having elected a guy who was convinced that the principle of having a left and a right in politics had as much future as video clubs, we took a small risk of creating more mess in France than in my Internal GPS when I enter a roundabout.
But who would have thought that merging the left and the right would end up confusing the extremes? And worse, to find that the extreme right is finally quite central? It’s still pretty dizzy, right?
Watch this week: «the witch is dead»as they say in the kingdom of Oz. The big boss at the end of the level broke his pipe after 96 years of sending balls of fire and gall into our faces. Normally, when the bad guy dies at the end of the film, we’re happy, we applaud, we throw the last kernels of popcorn in the air. So, stupidly, we could have said to ourselves that when the bad guy dies in real life, it’s great. The real villain, eh, the one who spent a life torturing people and sullying collective memories. Frankly, there is something to bring out the party favors and go for an aperitif at Place de la République early January. Especially since, exactly ten years before in the same place, the atmosphere was more one of bitter tears than pints of beer.
But no, we now live in a strange world where convictions for condoning war crimes and contesting crimes against humanity are transformed in the mouth of a Pau Prime Minister and not often there, in “controversies”, et “favorite weapon of a fighter in French political life”.
Such a tribute is, unfortunately, not a point of detail in the way in which the extreme right is now perceived. To speak like young people, the far right is living its best life, OKLM. His ideas travel quietly, infusing drop after drop into the parties of the right and the center, who prefer to inoculate themselves with the plague and cholera than to share a little power with people favorable to social justice.
Before, the youth annoyed the National Front. From now on, she becomes a traitor to the nation for eating Chipsters on the day of the death of an almost century-old fascist torturer.
It’s not this year that I’m going to do Dry January.
Looking forward to Monday.
Source: www.slate.fr
