Emmanuel Macron pays the bill…

On the evening of the European election results, the President of the Republic received a severe comeback. With the decision to dissolve the National Assembly, he plunged the country into the unknown, and now urges the French to be afraid…

Since the defeat of the European elections and the decision to dissolve the government taken by the President of the Republic, I have had two contrasting feelings. Which I could summarize as follows: it is both well done – colloquially said – and sad!

Well done. Everything that has accumulated since his re-election, both legitimate and ill-gotten, with a minimalist presidential involvement that has frustrated many citizens, seems to have created foam, danger and disintegration. His provocative sentences, attitudes bordering on arrogance, his catastrophic policy of “at the same time” prohibiting any real action, his unbearable fluctuations, his omnipresence with a word so offered that it has become demonetized, his way of taking all the place of his Prime Minister and then reproach him for his weaknesses or his abstentions, his mediocre ability to choose the best for his advisors as for his ministers, this strange court atmosphere at the Élysée where an imperious solitude conceals his designs and does not never leans towards it to question himself, this hostility which, whatever he has, he cannot get rid of because it is more due to what he is than to what he accomplishes or not.

The result of the European elections, after the relative majority which had already led to a short decline in the president, according to those close to him, resolved all these wounds, these disappointments, these citizen resentments, this unease of a France that he looked down on because that his fears, his miseries and his expectations were not his own which were infinitely higher!

It is well done. He was given a harsh blow.

But I also cannot help but be disturbed by this atmosphere of apocalypse since the evening of June 9, by this Shakespearean climate where, suddenly, a wind of disaster was blowing, where Jupiter lost, uncertain, ready to politics at its worst, at its worst, had lost its splendor, becoming, at least in my eyes, almost pitiful. Like a sort of King Lear on his Elysian moor. As if it took these intense and dramatic political adventures for him to finally deflate on his own, astonished to be nothing more than an ordinary president, aware of a future that would further narrow his field of influence. ‘action.

To reread: Who is Raphaël Glucksmann really?

When Raphaël Glucksmann declares that “we are chaired by a teenager who enjoys striking matches in a gas station to the enamored cheers of three obscure advisors” (Le Point), I find that his caustic assessment treats lightly what the presidential torment must have been. Even if Emmanuel Macron sought to politically theorize the absolute necessity of the dissolution in such an inauspicious period, it represented for him a leap into the unknown and it would be mocking him to believe in a childish fantasy. Should we believe in the fact that he would be absolutely “delighted” by the dissolution that he would have had in his head for several months?

The very negative reactions from his own camp, showing distrust of him and an electoral preference for the involvement of his Prime Minister, did not prevent him from continuing to hope for June 30 and July 7 by overwhelming the New Popular Front under the reproach of being “totally immigrationist” and to allow the change of sex in town hall, which earned him the grievance “to wallow in filthy transphobia”The bitter consequence of his disavowal within his own camp is that we no longer want to hear him speak even when he says things that are just and scathing!

Behind this political struggle that he must lead, I have no doubt that deep down he wonders what will happen to him if the RN has an absolute majority – which is unlikely – or if the Assembly national finds itself split into three groups, therefore ungovernable.

This personality who had so many gifts, on whom everything smiled, begins the beginning of the end under other auspices.