A few days before the end of the holidays, when the very idea of resuming our little “daily routine” made us feel a lump in our throats and tears in our eyes, a good controversy as we like them and which had us so missed (because we had turned everything off, of course) suddenly appeared on our phones (which we were happy to turn on again) and in our various virtual conviviality spaces.
The main character of this controversy is not a karting driver but a political figure named Sanna Marin, Finnish Prime Minister since 2019. The crime of which she is accused? Being filmed jiggling at a private party with friends in the middle of summer.
What are you accusing him of more specifically? First, to be a repeat offender (one stupidity, that’s fine, but several, hello damage). A part of the political class, of its political opponents and of the Finnish population (with some allies beyond the borders) indeed resents the young 37-year-old Prime Minister because it is not the first time that takes her hand in the bag and feet on the track: she had already been the target of criticism for parties organized in her official residence in 2019 as well as for having taken a short trip to a nightclub (those places where more no one is going) even though she was in contact with a Covid-person. We therefore resent her a lot because we would like her to calm down the little one, because all the same, this way of life is not worthy of a lady. A little dress would not be a luxury if you are in politics!
“If she dances, she can’t do anything else”
Then, she is accused of having drunk alcohol (what indignity!) and suspected of having taken drugs (what do I hear!?), obliging her to be screened at the hospital to show their credentials (no pun intended) as a driver is asked to do after causing a fatal accident on a secondary road. Indeed, MK Mikko Karna of the Center Party, who is part of the government coalition led by Sanna Marin, had tweeted that it “would be wise” for the Prime Minister to “voluntarily submit to a drug test”. , which she hastened to do to avoid escalating the situation (the results, which everyone was obviously eagerly awaiting, turned out to be negative but will undoubtedly be the subject of a special program on a continuous news channel to find out if they have not been doctored like election results).
“He would be wise”. Aaaaaah. The word is finally out. “Wise”. Because what we reproach him above all, to our Prime Minister, which is quite simply unbearable for the new judges of morals who make up this superb planet, is for having taken the liberty of dancing and not having remained seated wisely on his sofa eating his sushi ordered on Deliveroo like everyone else on a summer evening. What a drama. What a shame. What a break with laziness and gloom, the only attitudes that make ordinary mortals in 2022.
It’s all the more serious because if she dances, she can’t do anything else. She is unreachable. It’s worse than being on a plane or on a boat. We are blocked and we cannot adapt to the vagaries in the event of an emergency. It is on this indeed that some of the criticism has been directed against her, on the fact that she was in service as Prime Minister at that time. Would she have been able to make sound decisions in a sudden crisis? Would she have had all her head? Because yes, it’s well known: every time you dance, you’re in a state that prevents you from remembering where your car is, where the locker room is, where your bag and your belongings are, you can’t answer text messages from your children or your lovers, unable to make the decision to leave or to have more. These indignants must also hope that the Prime Minister never cooks and never waters her plants because all the same, that would prevent her from having all her head.
“Party and screens don’t mix”
Let’s move on. Beyond the totally absurd nature of this controversy, which reflects the deep boredom into which part of the population was plunged, which could no longer tolerate vacations that were too long for their taste, what does all this tell us about the time and on the party?
First, to get back to basics: we can’t say enough that in this era, parties and screens clearly don’t mix. Or, to put it another way, we still haven’t chosen between having a party without the phones and without filming ourselves (which would be a good thing, let’s face it) or not taking offense when the party videos circulate on social networks. However, we will have to choose, because this tragic dilemma will last for a while. Indeed, with the Skyblog generation now old enough to have responsibilities, the number of private festive images in free circulation will multiply. And even if we take the stance of stopping filming ourselves dancing (which honestly wouldn’t hurt us, partying being better than watching ourselves do it), we will anyway in the next fifty years public figures who will see old photos and videos resurface taken with their college and high school friends during their first drinking binges. Is all this serious? Will all this cause controversy after controversy and indignant reactions?
The reality is that beyond the numerical question, what the obviously disproportionate reactions against the young Prime Minister reveal is the total puritanism of part of the population and the political class, offended for no great reason. thing because frustrated by many things, starting with their inability to enjoy and dance like Sanna Marin on a Saturday night because they were too busy watching “Koh Lanta” with slippers on their feet.
“Little “duty” of the little home”
Bah yes, what we like today at the time of the laziness and the withdrawal, it is the small “train-train” in its small at home. The dance we love is the sofa dance, the one where you must not move, the one you can watch on “Dancing with the Stars” in front of our big TV.
And we can invoke what you want and whoever you want to justify this attitude of turning in on oneself: modesty, exemplary behavior, health, the prophet, a sense of responsibility or whatever else, all of this only serves to hide the annoyance of seeing certain individuals still manage to enjoy in a society that day after day loses its enjoyers and its carelessness.
Being unable to cum, the modern piss-cold then uses morality and very serious words to make others stop having fun. Being unable to take pleasure and not knowing how to resolve this paradigm, the modern priest is indignant and offended to hide his frustration. Not bad for technique. It is practical morality and the great principles of life. It’s a bit like the tricks you find to avoid telling everyone that you have nothing planned during your vacation: “Oh, I’m going for a walk here and there, I like well being free”; “I’m going to make small jumps from right to left so as not to stay in the same place because I’m a nomad”. No, it just means you are unable to predict anything. And ethics has nothing to do with it.
Sense of responsibility
Ladies and gentlemen, the bigots of good morality have reappeared in Finland to spoil all the happiness and good air you have stored up during your summer holidays. They make you understand that if you support a Prime Minister dancing, it means that you have no sense of responsibility, that you are impure or bad citizens.
We are faced with an army of priests who, having understood that it had become difficult to get things moving, decided to get the men moving. Aware of having no control over phenomena, they decided to have control only over people.
“I must tell you, Sir/That among these people/We don’t think, Sir/We don’t think/We pray”sang Jacques Brel.
What consequences? None can we say to ourselves spontaneously. It just reinforces every day more of the urgency to cut ourselves off from social networks so as not to feel obliged to comment on the stupid controversies circulating there and to give our opinion (the famous “all that for that”). Despite everything, this will have an impact for the next twenty years: no one will want to do politics except the mediocre and the priests. Because obviously, without even mentioning the misogynistic attacks reminding us that a woman who is moreover a political leader cannot have a good time in her free time, no one will want to support the lawsuits for impurity of a society that makes the inquisition the compass that indicates where to dance.
“I hope you never vomited”
“Never in my life, not even in my youth, did I take drugs,” felt compelled to declare the Prime Minister to react to the reactions to her festive video. Oh yes, because it would have been so terrible if she had consumed it when she was young! Besides, if you’re a public figure, I hope you’ve never vomited, never gotten sick, never masturbated, never put your fingers in your nose and dumped the contents on a friend’s floor; I hope you’ve never run out of gas and never exceeded the speed limit; I also hope that you have never stolen, cheated, urinated against a car, spat, lied, hidden, smoked because if we discover it, beware of you!
Finally, to say from the outset that the young Prime Minister was necessarily drugged because she dances says a lot about the time and our idea of the party. So ladies and gentlemen, if you are seen tapping your feet or moving your lower abdomen because music you like is playing right now in your favorite Jardiland, expect to find yourself at the station and pass a screening test because your behavior is still very suspicious. Daring to have fun in an era like ours with so many battles to fight is not serious, it’s unhealthy, it’s dirty and it’s an insult. Because we can not be happy while being lucid about the situation, it is well known. No. Impossible. The times force us to be naturally sad, boring, killjoy and tragic because the future is dark. If you’re happy, then you’re drugged, period. Politicians have understood this well. They have to put their mouths off, speak with a lot of seriousness and show that everything is wrong. It’s reassuring. It still doesn’t bring people back to the polls but regardless, it sounds serious and concerned while laughter and joy are suspect.
“Not funny era that condemns joy”
Finally, what we have witnessed during the last days of our trip to Finland is a dance that we are now used to seeing: the routine dance of this boring and not funny era which condemns joy and good humor at the very moment when they point the tip of their nose as they were able to do during your holidays; we heard again the unpleasant little music from which we had stayed away during the few summer weeks. What we received was a warning that said, “Keep in line ladies and gentlemen, it would be good to park your car and not make noise when you go up the stairs back to the routine room”.
What we have witnessed is a call to order that tells us that we must not have too much of a good time at the risk of losing sight of the reality of the world and its challenges.