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.
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 beaten in 2025. But what do you expect, 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,…
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