Gilles de Robien said already in France it is impossible to be Minister of Education, as there are with them 60 million co-ministers. Suffice it now since yesterday that Nicolas Sarkozy makes a sick so that everyone can be a doctor.
Molière would have been well satisfied with this tartufferie who wants everyone to want what he is not advising the petty. Vagal Malaise? Nonsense! France too has a great tradition of confidentiality on its presidents to believe in simple malaise: a helicopter, a battery of test, and it is far too small for a bobo. Add to that a doctor who raises the hypothesis that cardiac, medical caution brandished before him, plays on yet another avatar of the paranoid conspiracy theory. Still, Molière Dr House, everyone knows there’s nothing more contradictory than two doctors in their diagnoses. So argument against argument, arguments against arguments, is that everyone begins to speculate in vain.
Worse, no doubt, in this non-event, it is prescribing prescription. The Barber of Express, which is not called Figaro but Christophe, aptly named: it not only featured in the open, but here that care and recommendations. For a little, you hear the “e pettini Rasor, lancet and forbici” (1) of the aria from Rossini. Factotum of the mainstream media jumps on the big occasion as a plantar wart to push door wide open surgery: Nicolas Sarkozy needs to calm down.
The diagnosis is difficult without much precaution, and the recommendation is more than the butcher at the practitioner: amputate a leg for an ingrown nail. Quackery is the most voracious and faster, it passes. If Nicolas Sarkozy made a vagal malaise yesterday, because he is overworked. But if my brother did the same thing 6 months ago, he fell into the apples in serving the drink because he had just to turn and he had lost his job. Fredo the Butcher, with a Ph. D. of désosseur and mastered the art of the carotid tacle, decided to replace the scalpel by the dagger, one that starts in the back: “If nobody believes that heart attack is a warning that Is this may be a warning? [...] I think it is obviously necessary that the president do what are in fact all citizens when they live a warning of this type, and find the way to rest, because it is that it comes at a time when it will be able to do so more easily than others. If after that Sarko is not good for the slaughter …
In gauss, we recall also the argument of health Sarko had convened in its fight against Chirac. The nervous having pushed the senile, that is there now that the nervous flinched?
It’s finally at that point that does nothing less than more credit to the idea of Sarko-superman. Moreover, you can not wait to carve its way out. Yesterday, he “was talking normally with the medical staff.” This morning he is out “on foot” of the Val-de-Grâce. To all those who made their choux gras Sunday and obsession of this malaise, the Élysée send a nice card of thanks: “The President, on behalf of France, thank you for participating in a massive operation fortuitous (be shit anyway) communication superhero. ” With a registration form to the UMP slipped inside.