A shipwreck? A psychodrama? A cataclysm? The apocalypse ? The Republic running out of steam? A diet crisis? Since Sunday evening, there have been no words strong enough to describe the shock wave of Emmanuel Macron’s announcement of dissolution, one hour after the proclamation of the provisional results. Predictable results, announced by all the pollsters. I emphasize this detail: there was no element of surprise. The RN won, the majority is humiliated, Glucksmann has broken through, LFI is worried, the Greens are collapsing. So, why a dissolution which subjects the Republic to the results of European elections which, according to the president, should not have any consequences on national policy? Why play on an announced RN victory? To avoid a presidential election won by Marine Le Pen in 2027? To prove that the RN doesn’t know how to do it? To prove that “who’s in charge”?
Perhaps we should analyze President Macron’s decisions in the light of psychology and forget all political logic. Perhaps there is in the personality of Emmanuel Macron an absence of restraint, a whole life of seeing all the difficulties bend before him, a life without limits. A life of a spoiled child to whom no one ever said “no”. President Macron, in a decision bordering on madness, drags democratic citizens into a dark room surrounded by closed doors behind which there are only three-headed monsters. Because what to do? What to vote for? The temptation is great to sanction Macronie, to refuse to be taken hostage by Emmanuel Macron. The temptation to anger is great as, during his press conference, the spoiled president resumes, without blinking, his 2017 program. To the nearest comma.
The temptation is great to retort: ”And what did you do for seven years? Why did you minimize the regalian, despise the voters of the RN, refuse collaboration with the Republican right, snub the concerns of the French on immigration and security , taken lightly the debt which is accumulating dangerously, the public services which are crumbling, the charges which are accumulating, the levies which are booming, the secularism which is disintegrating under the attacks of the Islamo-leftists supported by your indifference? Where have you been for seven years since the cauldron overflowed?”
Once upon a time there was a humanist left
The temptation is no longer even relevant when it comes to the left. Which left? This is the camp of dishonor. Raphaël Glucksmann should never have signed with Olivier Faure, a melenchocompatible collaborator, at best he should have overturned the table as soon as the dissolution was announced, refusing without hesitation, without negotiations, any agreement with La France insoumise. Ukraine, Europe, nuclear power, retirement, anti-Semitism, Israel, quite simply hatred, the hatred which emerges from each intervention, from each position taken by the Melenchonists, the hatred which hopes for a civil war, who feeds on chaos by reveling in advance in the iron taste of the blood that will be spilled. Because it will spread – we don’t idolize Robespierre for nothing. Once upon a time there was a humanist left that sold off progress and hope, concord and citizenship, freedom and patriotism, people and culture, secularism and education to keep a seat or two, to preserve what History will remember as the logo of shame , that of the Socialist Party in moral decline.
The Republican right is resisting. Does she resist in a last stand? Seeing all the Republican barons rushing to express their refusal of the populist right, we are torn between hope and resignation. Where are the new faces of the right? Where are the young people? If François-Xavier Bellamy had an excellent campaign, he seems very isolated; if he has recovered half of a key to the LR, renewal does not seem to be blowing on that side of the chessboard – at least not yet.
What’s left? The orphans of the Republic who watch in amazement at a desolate spectacle, at the great sell-out of dignity, at the worst of politics, at what turns citizens away from democracy and immediately sends them into the populist arms which will suffocate them. . All that remains is bleeding Republican hearts.
Abnousse Shalmani, committed against the obsession with identity, is a writer and journalist
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