On the first of the hundred days, Emmanuel Macron came back down to Earth. Determined to take care of everything again, everywhere, all the time, the president of media rarity has once again become that of “carpet bombing”, even if it means taking the risk, as one of his apostles at the Château said, to have “puppet” ministers for three months. It didn’t fail. The Last Judgment is imminent for the 42 members of the government; so, among them, each manages his purgatory as he can, as he feels.
There are eclipses. The resigned. Those who see their light, closer to the night light than the stroboscope, devoured by the aura of the Head of State. Education, health, ecology: Pap Ndiaye, François Braun, Christophe Béchu, whose portfolios are the pillars of the new five-year term, had no choice but to let Emmanuel Macron decline their plan. Aware that no one will give more impetus to their files than the president. Conscious, until the end of this time, of remaining extras.
There are those who have no great hope of Salvation… and who are content with it. Even, are satisfied with it. For example, this fully-fledged minister who, let’s admit it, stunned us with his assumed dilettanteism: “I don’t have a bill to carry and that suits me rather well; you know, I don’t like not too much of that, defending texts in the Assembly.” It’s not trivial. Decidedly, Minister, this is not made for all souls.
The unemployed and the travelers
There are the idlers. Those whom the government roadmap has neglected, those who are undermined by current events or the hesitations of the Élysée. Secretary of State for Youth and, above all, Universal National Service, Sarah El Haïry is forced into a forced break: retirements have passed through this, the logistical challenges are increasing, the gradual generalization of the UNS, desired as soon as possible by Emmanuel Macron during the New Year’s Eve of January 1, has lead in the wing. Looking good is an obligatory ministerial exercise, but you still have to find other branches to hang on to.
There are travelers. Those who rack up the miles to see if the grass is greener elsewhere. Take Olivier Véran. The government spokesperson increasingly appreciates his other role as Minister for Democratic Renewal: it was with this one screwed on his head that he landed in Copenhagen on May 4 to decode Danish migration policy, then to Rio during this long Ascension weekend, to be sure that “where the far right wins, democracy recedes”…
Of course, for 2027, Olivier Véran has ideas in mind. Just like Clément Beaune, in Transport, who no longer takes the tweezers to display his desires for Paris in 2026. But, when you are forced into purgatory, can you really be blamed for thinking a little about yourself?