Dieu merci! 18 million French people liked one guy which is more than the not-quite 17 million French people who liked another guy which is still 6 million less than the 30 million odd French people who because of age or circumstance or not giving a shit or doing the only sensible thing and writing in a goat did not vote for either. Democracy is the most self-congratulatory system of all the systems humanity has ever dreamed up; it relentlessly bellyaches about the utter iniquity of all other modes of organizing a society or a country or a culture or a swap meet or a pyramid scheme and touts its own universal legitimacy even as its own method of determining the fate of men and nations involves giving a meager majority of an actual minority of an overall population the car keys and the bank accounts until the next time the circus is in town. I mean, Francois Hollande's margin of victory is the equivalent of less than two percent of the population of France, but this somehow represents a change in the national will, whereas, say, being a talented little corporal or descending through no fault or design of one's own from the proper inbred European clan or rising through the ranks to become the Supreme Cleric or whatever is somehow antiquarian and ridiculous.
Monday, May 07, 2012
I've got to admit that I'm going to miss Sarko. He was exactly the President that the Fifth Republic deserved; like George W. Bush in America, he laid bare the pretensions of the French state by persistently and infelicitously admitting to all the true things it did not wish to admit about itself.