Inseminated by America, France wants its Constitution to adopt the right to abortion. Good idea but dangerous.
This America is everywhere. At least with us. To believe that she planted her flag in our living rooms. Its movies and its sodas, its Trump and its Capitol, its iPhones and its Teslas, its stars and its dollars, its mass killings and its self-service weapons, its buildings and its ghettos, its walls and its migrants, its Warhols and its Basquiats, its Avengers and its Terminators, its Florida and its California, its cowboys and its Indians, its police and its George Floyd, its F-16s and its Pentagon, its national parks and its Route 66, its chewing- gums and its corn flakes, its Guantanamo and its Wikileaks, Netflix and Walt Disney… I’ll stop there, we could go on to the end of the page. All roads lead to New York. With that, the quiet arrogance of just souls who defend the right of themselves to dispose of peoples.
In Iraq, in Kabul, in Syria, in Vietnam, sometimes it is painful. But she fascinates. The slightest cyclone passing through Oklahoma and the news go there with their images. Don’t expect a look back from CBS on the Roya Valley. They observe us from afar, with the benevolence of the Doberman for the poodles on the other bank. They are the masters of the world. And we align with them. To believe that France clings like ivy to all the branches of the empire. Even to the craziest.
Instead of shrugging our shoulders, we follow
The latest Parisian whim is to enshrine in our Constitution the right to abortion under the pretext that, over there, the Supreme Court threatens it. For its old judges, it’s not over-the-counter guns that kill, it’s doctors in family planning clinics. We wonder what planet they live on. Next year, are they going to study the return to slavery or what? And we, instead of shrugging our shoulders, we follow. America is going off the rails and it is in Paris that we take medicine. It sounds like the story of the Jewish mother: “I’m cold my son, go put on a sweater. “A typical gesticulation of the Parisian theatrocracy: effects of sleeve and verbiage of platform guaranteed. But it’s as dangerous as it is pointless.
No party challenges the Veil law. No one intends to attack women’s rights. By national philosophy (for once, we all agree) and, by the way, by caution: it will soon be easier to become a woman than to talk about them. So hot topic. But we still had to go poking the ashes. The majority and the Nupes must believe that one grows by rising on tiptoe. Unfortunately, to pass their amendment, it will be necessary to bring together the Senate and the Assembly, then obtain three-fifths of the votes. With oppositions on the prowl like reptiles in a thicket, good luck! Nothing will move forward and everything will end in a referendum.
Instead of solving urgent problems, the government invents societal quarrels
And there, we know the song: we do not answer the question but to the one who asks it. In this case: Emmanuel Macron. It promises. Poor Élisabeth Borne: compared to her oratorical talents, Valérie Pécresse would pass for Demosthenes. She will have to tear herself away. The giant clam frogs that we no longer heard will start croaking again. And who will join their choir? The minaret periwinkles, of course! Result: everyone will look at each other like earthenware dogs. Let’s not talk about the communitarianism that we refuse to see and which will flourish.
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It has become a ritual: instead of solving urgent problems, the government invents societal quarrels. Rather than dealing with unemployment, retirement or debt, Matignon and the Élysée have fun tickling our consciences. Yesterday was about gay marriage; today, of the right to abortion – two rights which take nothing away from anyone and on which the vast majority agree. This mania for dividing society among politicians who only fantasize about its unity! All that to make fun of the United States who care about our vapors like the year forty. We’d better take inspiration from their qualities. As Molière wrote: “When we claim to be in tune with a person, it is by the beautiful sides that we must resemble him. »