For those who have finished all of Netflisque, Amazaune, Dissenéplusse and other streaming platforms, for those whose masochism has no limits, or, even less fortunate, for those like me who needed to take an eye and an ear for professional reasons, this week there was a very curious program broadcast in the station: the general policy speech of the Prime Minister.
No need to tap on the side of the TV to check that the SCART socket is correctly plugged in, or to look out the window to see if there is a pigeon on the antenna: the announcer has not smoked the carpet at the time to announce the broadcast of the programs and there is no typo in Télé Z. There has STILL been a general policy speech from a Prime Minister.
Yeah. Again.
Subscribe to the Slate newsletter for free!Articles are selected for you, based on your interests, every day in your mailbox.
So it’s true that before, the rhythm of this kind of thing was more like one every three years.
Now it’s three a year.
Record to be broken in 2025.
But what do you want, everything evolves in life. Besides, there are no more speakerphones, and SCART sockets are now objects for unambitious collectors, because we use HDMI cables.
Anyway, to get back to the old things you find at the end of garage sales when everyone has packed up and there’s no room left in the Twingo to stuff them in, let’s talk a little about François Bayrou.
You would have thought that a guy who had been waiting for thirty years to make this speech in front of the 577 deputies who make up the hemicycle would have had the time to buy a pad of sticky notes and a highlighter. Well no.
We could also have said that just before getting on a desk in front of 577 people, 568 of whom are not from his political side, he could have just checked that his forty-two pages of notes were numbered correctly. sense. Well no.
-Frankly, I almost felt tenderness when I saw him searching through his quarter of an A4 ream because he looked like I was taking the oral English exam at the baccalaureate, obtained under Jacques Chirac. Except that, well, I worked on it during advertising time between two episodes of the last season of Friends.
Unless all this is proof that the mayor of Pau is in fact a being endowed with supernatural powers, including that of knowing the future, and that he thus wanted during this very long hour and a half of bad PowerPoint without image be the first to pay tribute to the immense talent of filmmaker David Lynch, who used to leave us perplexed as to the overall understanding of the plot and whose death was announced on Thursday.
Yes, it would make a lot of sense to say that all things considered, the idea of comparing children to leeks is a nod to the equally thick mystery of the murder of Laura Palmer.
Unless the biggest mystery is that François Bayrou is still, as I write these lines, Prime Minister.
Looking forward to Monday.
Every Saturday, Louison chronicles an object or event from our daily lives.
Related News :