Message to people who threaten politicians


Today I would like to speak to those who have a large blue vein on their foreheads.

The boys and girls who are always at the end of their chain and who keep scolding the politicians.

Can you stop screaming, two minutes, and look around?

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We are in Canada, here.

Not in Syria. In North Korea. In China. In Belarus. In Somalia. Or in Turkmenistan.

Do you know how many people would like to change places with you?


We are in heaven. One of the best places to live in the world.

In terms of per capita GDP, life expectancy, social safety nets, absence of corruption, health, safety.

And, yes, freedom.

Your sacred freedom.

Can you calm down for a second and absorb the foam coming out of your mouth?


Is everything perfect in Quebec?

Obviously not.

Personally, I would like our language to be better protected and Quebec to become a country.

But there is nothing that cannot be democratically resolved.

The problem is that democracy doesn’t interest you. When it’s time to vote, you’d rather buy another bag of Doritos than go to the polling station.

“It doesn’t work, they are all cruisers …”

What a great excuse to sit on the ass.

And come on, quick, another offensive email. And another sip of beer.

If everyone had been mean like you, we would not have had labor insurance in 1940, the Labor Code in 1964, health insurance in 1969 or medical assistance in the event of death in 2020.


Here, I want to tell you about a masterful novel that I have just read: master of desire (The Professor of Desire) by Philippe Roth.

A book about man-woman relationships.

What does this have to do with politics?

Follow me.

It is the story of a boy who is always attracted to hysterical and complicated women, who always finds himself in intense, feverish, tormented romantic relationships.

And then, one day, he meets an “extraordinarily ordinary” woman, as he puts it.

A cheeky woman. Fun. Kind. Balanced.

At first, he finds his apartment. He misses his previous life, which felt like a roller coaster ride.

And then, he realizes that this is happiness. He is calm. It is crystal clear. No high too high or low too low.

Why am I telling you?

Because you remind me of the hero of Roth’s book.

Democracy is the most beautiful of systems, but you are incapable of realizing it.

You find it boring. Routine. It takes time, in a democracy, to change things, it’s a long-term job, you have to show self-denial, patience.

You prefer revolutions, crises, revolts. Play the heroes.

It’s so much funnier!

In that sense, you are like Roth’s character.

Immature. Infantile. And condemned to go round and round without ever accomplishing anything.


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