Elections to elect the forty-seventh president of the United States take place this Tuesday. As I write this article, some 75 million American citizens have voted early. The male candidate has 96 election events, compared to 85 rallies for the female candidate. I hope you’re not discounting the gender gap in that last sentence. It could also have referred to the old man and the mature woman, or even to their races. Likewise, I could have identified them as “the one with the cap” versus “the one with the pearls”, but given that her campaign was strongly marked by the feminist cause, I wanted to give her this little wink. eye speckled with carmine to create the atmosphere. The one with the cap is the facade and the one who has the pearls is the one who will fight against the sexist tycoons. This is all very paradoxical.
Kamala says if anyone came into her house, she would shoot them. We imagine the presidential candidate with her perfect manicure, her eternal smile, these now legendary pearls, opening the oven door to take out a few cupcakes with one hand and shoot the pizza delivery man with the other. Voters would applaud, before making an appointment for an abortion; as she rushes to hug strange children in the street. Maybe he kisses them, because he knows they could die if their mothers agreed too much with his ideology. Probably, she sees them as small miracles so that the stupid human species does not die out so soon, locked in her dreams of a free woman, freed from taboos and outdated commitments. We already know that, for today’s feminism, every man is a lascivious goat, inflamed by lust.
Trump, the divine Donald, holds the baton high in the reality show what presidential elections have become in the West. He has an infernal (or heavenly) charm, he is the owner of a kind of intense artistic passion. It seems like at any moment he says something like, “Dear country: we must come together as one. With my secret Superman funds, I will solve the mystery of your new Rebirth. That’s why he said a few days ago that “when I’m president, McDonald’s ice cream will be fantastic again.” The message implicitly admits that its decline is a fact, and I am not referring to that of the hamburger chain, but to that of the United States as a world leader: that much desired, comfortable and superior destination, that all everyone wanted to imitate. .
In just a few hours, we will know which of the two candidates will take the oath of office in front of the Capitol on January 20. Once the American people have spoken, it will be necessary to study the soil from which the majority decision came. I am clear on my position, I hope you are too. We are already tired of cowards, misery and resentment. Memory is limited and insecure. Tired of being pale and rare fragments according to interests, the only sure thing is that the West is all of us and we need united leaders, without complexes, with clear objectives, who will will put themselves back on the podium, even if they have an orange face and no sense of ridicule.
