There is his character, forged over a life where patience was not his forte; there is the time that slips by without return and, going hand in hand, the political authority that is dwindling since an Elysian candidacy is forbidden to him in 2027; there is the certainty that the day after tomorrow will be worse than tomorrow, due to the international context and consequently the economic situation; there is the lesson now written in the history books that second terms are often cursed and necessarily end badly, the proof by François Mitterrand, the proof by Jacques Chirac, the proof including by General De Gaulle. Emmanuel Macron has always wanted to go fast. Even one evening of the football world cup final, he hurries to go where we – “we” are called Kylian Mbappé – are not waiting for him, unable to stay in place, at the risk of not to be in its role: on Sunday December 18, to which France nevertheless asked something quite different, offered in passing a striking snapshot of the oscillations of the Head of State.
He was already an express presidential candidate in April 2022, then refused the fight for the June legislative elections. The relative majority that followed is today a brake, as is the state of a country tired by crises. To drive away the idea that the warrant would stall, Vulcan, after a brief appearance, was immediately put in the closet. If it depended only on Jupiter, the famous pension reform would have been launched at the beginning of the fall, but to everyone’s surprise the president delayed its presentation, thus blurring the overall plan. The plan announced as certain yesterday (postponement to 65 of the legal age of departure as an entry into the parliamentary debate) will not necessarily be, a postponement to 64 accompanied by an acceleration of the Touraine law on the extension of the contribution period can still be announced on January 10. Here comes a busy first quarter of 2023, between this reform and the immigration bill, two texts that will rock a majority sensitive to the ambient feverishness and beset by opposition.
Time for Emmanuel Macron has ceased to be an ally, his political youth is no more than a distant memory, soon he will be able to see, like Pierre Niox, the man in a hurry of Paul Morand who is consumed at high speed while exhausting those who follow him: “A curse wants me to be launched at a gallop in a universe that trots.”