Mâles et femelles dominants, acteurs et politiques, la séduction et la manipulation... Politics men and women, actor, the human comedy..

De Bardot à Le Pen, mâles et femelles dominants... par heleneclaude

How to mislead the others, from Bardot to Lepen..

 

Ce que ne vous disent pas ou rarement les psy. Traité de savoir-vivre à l'usage des jeunes générations version bis. Manipulation, that psy does not tell you (or rarely). A social system.

 Sur la manipulation, un "nouveau" concept, mais unijambiste

On en parle comme d'une découverte psy, sonnez trompettes. On emploie aussi "pervers narcissique". Mais ce n'est pas nouveau et la manipulation fait partie de l'existence. 

Dans certains groupes (bourgeoisie d'affaires, politique, -souvent-) elle s'apprend dès le plus jeune âge, ouvertement. On enseigne aux enfants comment se comporter pour "gagner" et éviter de se faire "avoir". Il arrive que ce soit relié au propre passé d'un parent, à ses frustrations, mettons que par ambition familiale on l'ait obligé/e -ou qu'il/elle se soit senti/e contraint/e- d'épouser qui il/elle ne voulait pas, ou autre.

Le principe : s'élever socialement ou au minimum se maintenir au rang où la chance vous a placé et surtout se méfier -et, paradoxe, se servir!- de tout et de tous. Les moyens : savoir jouer des autres, utiliser l'image, le rang, le bluff, l'estime, l'amitié, l'amour, les services rendus, le charme, la flatterie (voire le chantage et les promesses implicites -envers les "inférieurs"-). 

Les termes, les voici, parfaitement clairs.. (ici volontairement ambigènes car filles et garçons sont sur ce plan à peu près traités de la même manière.) "Méfie-toi de X., Y., Z... ils/elles ne cherchent que ta position, ton argent et ne t'apporteront rien. Pense plutôt à A. ou mieux, B. mais pour cela il te faudra aller contre les G.. C'est jouable, tu es "le/la fil/le M." et les G. ont de belles casseroles*... Dis-lui ceci [..] et il/elle fera cela, sinon, ceci [...], montre toi amical/e mais en même temps distant/e et mystérieux/se, pas trop chaleureux/se, tu lui fais honneur, n'oublie pas.. Puis si ça mord, arrive un peu en retard.. ou reçois le/la en même temps que C. pour lui faire voir que tu en as sous la main (afin de ne pas le/a blesser, prétend qu'il/elle est venu/e à l'improviste et que tu es ennuyé/e).. ou montre toi avec D. juste après au H (café à la mode).. Attention à G., sa famille est bien avec les K., ça les renforce.." etc...

Ceci est l'éducation que reçoivent certains jeunes dès le biberon. On n'en parle jamais : ceux qui l'ont reçue ne s'en vantent pas, les autres tout simplement l'ignorent.. ou croient que cela ne se passe que dans les romans du 19ième. Faux, cela se passe ici et maintenant.

Toutes les éducations ne sont pas celles des livres scolaires. La suite se devine : les enfants, même bons en soi, calqueront le modèle inculqué.. ou, s'ils tentent de lui échapper, il resurgira à des moments de détresse. 

Il arrive qu'un enfant particulier, par révolte, s'associe [amour, amitié] à un opposé, mettons issu d'un milieu de gauche radical. Catharsis... mais lorsque cela ira mal, les réflexes resurgiront. Quant à la victime, elle ne comprendra pas ou très tard qu'à un moment elle est devenue une sorte de jouet sacrifié : formatée par des principes opposés, elle est incapable d'en imaginer d'autres.. [alors que le manipulateur, lui, sait tout à fait que d'autres principes, "officiels", existent -on lui a même appris à en jouer!- la partie n'est pas égale]... une cécité qui résiste à l'évidence, à la vision notamment des jeunes enfants du groupe qui spontanément, par leurs attitudes révèlent clairement leur formatage.. une cécité reliée aussi à la manipulation ("tous sont comme ça sauf moi" lui dit son compagnon/gne). Idem pour la clairvoyance : les gens ainsi formés, même d'une intelligence moyenne, sont mieux armés dans l'existence.

Un détail sur ces groupes que l'on pourrait dire a-moraux : cela n'exclut pourtant pas en leur sein (parfois) l'amour, la générosité (certes souvent un peu calculée).. et même une certaine "moralité". Parfois, pas toujours : il y a en somme, pour certains, des limites à ne pas dépasser*. Une vie quasi normale, indétectable de l'extérieur, respectable. Étrange ? Oui. Autre détail : ils ne sont pas toujours issus de milieux dirigeants même si ceux-ci y semblent sur-représentés; il arrive que l'on trouve un formatage idoine dans des classes sociales défavorisées, immigrées par exemple. Mais l'instruction rend les premiers beaucoup plus performants.   

Conclusion : la manipulation n'est pas le fait d'un individu mais du système éidétique dans lequel il s'inscrit ; vouloir l'éradiquer chez un seul est partie perdue. Il faut apprendre aux enfants (à tous) que ce système existe, fonctionne, qu'il est même à la base de la société.. ceci dès l'école, pour les en prémunir. Problème : cela ne se fait jamais sauf -et trop tard- parfois en cours de philo.. et certains établissements (notamment ceux que fréquentent les enfants de ces milieux évidemment) le pratiquent, et à grande échelle ! juste un peu en- dessous s'ils sont religieux.  

* Un fait surprenant : ces groupes parfois mettent radicalement à l'index ceux parmi eux ayant "passé les limites", rejetés parce qu'immoraux. Paradoxe ! Il peut alors y avoir vis à vis des vertueux des vengeances au couteau si les exclus ont réussi à s'élever plus haut qu'eux : une certaine moralité en somme. (Les requins se déchirant entre eux, un spectacle délicat.) 

Hélène Larrivé, à partir du livre "Secret de famille", Frison-Roche éditeur.

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          Manipulation, a "new" concept, one-legged !

 It is said a psychological recent discovery, sound trumpets! "Narcissistic pervert" is also used. But it is not new.  Not at all !

In some groups of high social status in general (business, political) it is learnt to the children from an early age, openly or not. Mother for example teaches them how to "behave" in society in order to "win" and to avoid being deceived by someone. Sometimes it comes from her own past frustrations (for example if she was forced by her family's ambition to marry one she would not .)

The principle is to increase their social rank or at least to maintain the position that the chance had given to them, and especially to beware -and, paradox, to use !- of everyone and everything ! The means are the same: know how to play the other, use the image, rank, bluffing, esteem, friendship, love, services, flattery (even blackmail and implicit promises -to the "inferior"-).

Terms may be perfectly clear. "Beware of X., he/she only seeks our position, our money and so on... and he/she will "bring" nothing to us. Lets fall. You can have Y. or, better, Z., but for that, you have to go against all the G.. It is playable, you are the "son/daughter M.", it counts, and they have now bad pans*. Tell him/her this [..] and he/she will do that [...] but in the same time, remain mysterious, be a bit remote, not too attached, you make him/her honor don't forget, you are the M's son/daughter.. And if the fish bites, come just a little late.. or receive him/her with C. to make him/her feel you can pretend at better (claim that he/she came by him/herself, suddenly and that he bores you, in order not to hurt her/him).. or show you just after with D. and so on.. Beware to the G., they are now better friends with K., who reinforces their position.."

This is education that some youth receive, from the baby bottle. Nobody never talk about it : those who received this formating does not boast about that and the others have no idea of that.
 

All "educations" are not those from moral textbooks. The result is that all the children briefed in this way, even good in themselves, will follow the model .. or if they try to escape, it'll resurfaces in times of emergency, for example distress.

Sometimes, a child, particulary "good", by rebellion, falls in love (or becomes friend) to an opposite one, for example from a left radical family (or communist!) The result is cathartic. But when things are going bad in the couple, reflexes resurface. The victim will not understand (or too late) that at one point (not at first) he/she became a toy sacrificed : formatted by opposite principles, he/she is unable to imagine others. [While his/her husband/wife/friend knows very well that other principles ("official", for everybody but not for him) exist -he/she has learnt to play with!-: so, the game is not equal] ... although if she was later witnessed the education of young children (because children became parents return the ball to their own kids .. who, spontaneous as they still are, will express these clearly.. Blindness related to manipulation (all "mine" are "like that" except me tell her/his husband/wife) and to her/his own formatting. The victim can't believe she is one.

A detail : nevertheless, in these groups, that we could say without-moral, (sometimes) is included.. love, generosity (though often a bit calculated) .. and even a certain "moral" (not always) : in fact, there are limits not to exceed *. An almost normal life, undetectable from the outside. Strange? Yes. Another detail: these groups include not only upper classes (even if they seem over-represented) but also lower ones, immigrant for example, who sometimes walk in the same way. But the education makes the first more skillfull and efficient than the other.

Conclusion: the manipulation is not the fact of an individual but of an eidetic system in which he is included : so, imagine to eradicate it in one person is a lost part. We must teach that this system is up and lead everybody, it is even the basis of society.. to children at school, to warn them against that. Problem: this is never done, or too late, sometimes in philosophy courses .. and some institutions (those attending the children of these groups) practice its themselves and on a large scale, more hypocritically if they are religious.

*Surprisingly, these groups sometimes can reject (violently!) those among them who "pass the limits", paradox! Then, it can happen that they revenge (and cruelly! mostly if they have succeded to reach an highest status !) against those who have stigmatized them. The moral exists after all, even here ! (Unlike the wolfs, the big men, like sharks, eat the little ones.)
Hélène Larrivé, from her book "Family Secret", Frison- Roche editor.

Chronicle

MANIPULATIONS, HARCELEMENT. par heleneclaude

Chronicle

The heat and ice
Sun and storm
Paradise, then freeze
And we go
Without transition.

"It's your fault
You are zero,
You do not love me
Otherwise you would not do that *
(Or you would do that ..)
It's not so difficult
Really !

But I love you so
If you would knew how...
No, do not leave me!
(Otherwise what would I do?)
It does not matter
You have not to dramatize,
Let's see. The problem is that
You always overreacting
You're too sensitive
Fragile.

But do not be afraid, I'm here.
For you .. I am strong and good
And I love you
That is so wonderful
With you .. You're great
And I'm so small next...

But here, nevertheless, you should recognize,
You're exaggerating, you can't deny
It's your fault, you are too "this" ..
(Or not enough "that"..)

But don't leave me.." and so on..

It turns, it turns in loop

Ad infinitum.

* "It" can mean everything.

Le drame des souris. The mices' tragedy

Le drame des souris par heleneclaude
"You are the sun that lights up my life
Always have ideas, poetry ..
Without you life is lousy, lousy ..
When I'm away,
I wonder what I'm doing ..
I am so happy with you ..

act II

But .. There are a lot of mices
This is unacceptable, and live here,
How can you? It disgusts me ..
It is not possible, I can't. "

Act III (departure)

Anxiety attack. This is probably a stress ..
An hour later, finally sleep ..

Act IV (phone)

"You live badly a reproach,
So I have to restrain myself.
It makes life impossible,
It is imperative to dedramatize .. "

Une histoire moins gaie que celle du Micocoulier. A story, less cheerfull than that of the hackberry ..

Il était une fois deux jeunes filles, France et Claudia, 16 et 17 ans qui bavardaient sur le bord d'un bassin. En 1ère toutes deux, France dans une boîte privée qui se voulait chic formant les futures femmes de notables auxquelles on ne demandait pas trop de logos et autres choses peu convenables, Claudia au lycée public. 

France, embarrassée, a quelque chose à dire d'intéressant :

− Tu sais à Sainte-Blandine, il y a un prof, je t'en ai parlé, Mr Ballot.. Et bien il.. enfin tu vois ce que je veux dire.. avec des élèves..

Claudia est un peu en retard pour ces choses-là :

− Qui fait quoi?

− Des trucs.. et même plus que des trucs.. Je le sais par Marie Soph qui.. enfin elle aussi, quoi.

− Et quels trucs?

− Tu es gourde.. des trucs.. sexuels, tu piges pas?"

Ahurissement puis indignation de Claudia. France, plus posée, reprend:

− Mais il paraît que c'est plutôt bien. Sa copine a dit pareil .."

Claudia s'étouffe.

− C'est dégueulasse, un vieux de plus de 40 ans !

France n'est pas d'accord:

− Mais il est super beau quand même..

− Un vieux, beuark. Je peux le dire à ma mère?

− Je sais pas.. mais tout le monde le sait à Sainte Blandine."

Le soir, Claudia "en" parle à Jany, elle-même enseignante, qui elle aussi ne comprend pas tout de suite (ne connaissant pas elle-même la perversion, cette femme-enfant ne parvient pas à l'imaginer chez d'autres.)

− Mais qu'est-ce que c'est ces histoires? Et d'où tiens-tu un tel savoir, toi?" (Air courroucé.)

− De France.

− Ça ne m'étonne pas. Et elle aurait..

− Pas elle, sa copine.

− Qui ?

− Tu ne la connais pas. Marie Soph.

− Ça ne va pas de croire de telles niaiseries?"

Et il ne fut plus jamais question de ces "choses", ni entre Claudia et France, ni avec Jany qu'une seule allusion aurait mise en fureur (notons-le, contre sa fille), ni jamais.

Quelques années après un notable en vue s'éteignit, respecté de tous et visité régulièrement par de vieux copains au dessus de tout soupçon, navrés de la perte d'un si aimable convive. C'était Ballot.

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          A story, less cheerfull than that of the hackberry ..

Once upon a time two young girls, Claudia and France, 16 and 17 were chatting on the edge of a pond. France studies in a chic private school forming the future notable's wifes.. who need not to learn too many logos (philosophy) and other things unsuitable, Claudia, in public high school.

France, embarrassed, has something to say, interesting:

− You know in Sainte-Blandine, there is a teacher, I told you, Mr Bale .. Well, he does.. some.. "things".. you see what I mean ?.. with pupils.

Claudia is a little late for these "things":

− What?

− Things... and even more than things .. I know that by Mary Soph..

− But what "things"?

− You are gourd .. stuff .. sex, you see, now? "

Bewilderment and indignation of Claudia. France, more sedate, continues:

− But it seems it's pretty good. Another one also says the same .. "

− It's disgusting, an old ! one older than 40 years!

France does not agree:

− But he is still super nice ..

− An old, beuark. Can I tell to my mother?

− I do not know.. but everyone knows in Santa Blandine. "

In the evening, Claudia speaks to her mother, teacher too..who also does not understand right away (not knowing herself perversion, this child-woman is unable to imagine in other.)

− Where did you get such knowledge?" she asks, with anger (against her daughter! )

− From France.

− It does not surprise me. And she would ..

− Not her, her friend.

− Who?

− You don't know her. Marie Soph.

− How can you imagine me to believe such a nonsense? "

And it was no more question of these "things", nor between Claudia and France, nor with Jany, not ever.

A few years after, died a notable, respected by all and regularly visited by an old friend above all suspicion, sorry for the loss of such an amiable guest. Who was he? It was Ballot.

Une technique pour se débarrasser du stress. A technique to get rid of stress and trauma, even old (or TOC and phobias ..)

Une méthode pour se libérer de traumatismes et du stress qui imite les mouvements oculaires du rêve et du sommeil paradoxal. A peaufiner. Fixez le point rouge en mouvements de plus en plus rapides, concentré sur ce qui vous a traumatisé... mais n'insistez pas si ça vous met mal à l'aise ou si vous avez des tendances épileptiques (ou faites bouger vos yeux à votre propre rythme, de droite à gauche, mais sans fixer l'écran -lien-)

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A quick method to get rid of traumatisms and stress which imits the rapid movements of the eyes during the paradoxal sleep (the moment of the dream.) Watch THE RED POINT and follow its movement,faster and faster, while concentrate on what has traumatized you, blacks ideas.. and so on. But don't insist if it makes you uncomfortable or if you have epileptic tendencies (or make your eyes move at your own pace, from right to left, without fixing the screen.-link-.)

Un conte de fées réel ou un micocoulier sauvé. A real fairy tale..

Découverte d'un blog ML écolo. Voici un de ses articles, en fait deux images fortes.. et pas très gaies qui m'ont rappelé..

.. une belle histoire qui finit bien...

A nice story, with happy end !

Micocoulier, du grec "microkouli", 

(celui qui a de très petites baies)

Il était une fois sur la route de St Ambroix à St Sauveur, un jeune micocoulier déjà parfaitement architecturé... qui, malgré la roche nue, la chaleur, le vent et l'absence d'eau, poussait : un qui voulait vivre en somme!.. mais qui poussait.. "mal"! enfin "mal" selon les gens de la DDE diligentés pour réparer un mur effondré dans un virage (un camion l'ayant raté avait boulé 3 m plus bas, chez moi ; chance inouïe, pas de morts.)  

Chance numéro 2 : j'arrive de bon matin, juste au moment où les ouvriers vont démarrer les tronçonneuses. Chance numéro 3: l'arbre pousse donc au raz d'une terre mienne. Dialogue de tragédie grecque, acte un.

− Mais pourquoi voulez-vous l'abattre?

− Parce qu'il fait effondrer la murette.

− Pas du tout, c'est le camion. Regardez en bas, le corps du mur est parfaitement intact, droit.

− On a des ordres, on y peut rien."

Je ne cède pas. Ils appellent donc le chef, Mr Coupetout, qui arrive au bout de 10 minutes, le temps sans doute de finir ses croissants. Les ouvriers rigolent, ça leur fait une pause.

− Regardez en bas et vous verrez que...

− Pas question, on va pas reconstruire pour ensuite...

− Mais je vous dis que..

− Bon écoutez, ça vous arrange bien ce mur pour éviter de recevoir des bagnoles sur la tête, non ? alors laissez-nous travailler.. Sinon on s'en fout, on le fait pas, c'est plié.

− OK, ne le faites pas." (Ça, ce n'était pas prévu!)

− Mais soyez raisonnable, le virage est dangereux.. Bon et puis assez discuté, on a des ordres de mission, on travaille, NOUS."

Ça chauffe, forcément, c'est un chef. Les ouvriers rigolent de plus en plus, derrière lui, discrètement. Le micocoulier tremble de toutes ses feuilles. Alors tant pis, je sors la grosse artillerie. 

− En ce cas je vous interdis de passer par chez moi."

Mr Coupetout connait la loi, approximativement.

− Vous y serez bien obligée dans un mois.

− C'est exact mais d'ici là..."

Fin du premier acte. Ils vont commencer par l'autre bout sous mon regard suspicieux.. et foutent la paix au micocoulier. Le lendemain, je photographie tous les arbres poussant au raz de murs sans dommages, il y en a un magnifique sur la route d'Anduze (et, sournoise, me garde bien de prendre ceux qui les bousillent, apparemment ça dépend du terrain et de la manière dont ils lancent leurs racines, le "mien", nickel, les envoie bien droites à la verticale).. Et je file en deux-chevaux (de l'époque) à la DDE de Bessèges, 8 km, avec mes clichés et un article sur les glissements de terrain causés par l'abattage d'arbres qui retiennent la terre (il y a eu un accident récemment dans un camping et si j'ose, ça tombe bien).. je m'en vais donc plaider la cause du micocoulier auprès du Chefduchef. Arrivée à 5 h, zut c'est limite.. Je croise un monsieur bien mis qui s'avance vers une belle voiture.

− Je voudrais voir si c'est possible Mr Chefduchef.

− C'est moi..

Ouahh.. Et je lui tend mon topo. Il regarde, lit. Vite. Mon cœur cogne.

− Et où c'est exactement?

− A St Ambroix, sur la route de...

− Ah oui.. (zut, Coupetout a dû le briefer contre la bonne femme-qui-fout-rien et cherche des noises aux valeureux-coupeurs) Allez-y, je vous suis."

Je suis gênée. Regard vers ses chaussures et sa bagnole...

− Je ne peux pas rouler très vite.. et peut-être n'êtes-vous pas vêtu comme.. moi, j'en viens. Il y a des broussailles en bas..

− Ça ne fait rien.."

Ouahhh, c'est un bon ! Arrivée 20 minutes plus tard, à 50 à l'heure, la deux-pattes suivie d'un genre de Safrane de l'époque piaffant sans doute derrière, un équipage. Il observe. Ne dit rien.

− Venez voir en bas (j'ai un fil à plomb) le mur est parfaitement droit en dessous de l'arbre, même pas un renflement."

Il re observe, face et biais et hoche la tête. Mon cœur cogne encore plus : va-t-il oser se défausser de son subordonné? Va-t-il risquer de passer pour un faible? Un sans-ce-que-vous-pensez cédant à un caprice d'emmerdeuse? Coupetout est-il son pote? Un missi domici? Un ennemi ?

 Et enfin tombe le verdict:

− Mr Coupetout a raison Madame : cet arbre devra être abattu.. dans 50 ans.."

C'était un homme honnête et un fin politique. 

C'est ainsi que le micocoulier a été sauvé. Ils ont économisé 2 mètres de murette et une ou deux journées de travail. 10 ans après, il pousse toujours parfaitement droit, fait de l'ombre aux promeneurs et le mur est intact. Comme on pouvait le prévoir, ses racines qui furent dénudées pendant les travaux étaient verticales, tirées au cordeau. La glissière devra simplement être allongée dans quelque temps (et 50 cm de murette devront être abattues pour laisser place à son tronc qui a pris une ampleur très rapide) ; il me semble qu'il me remercie chaque fois que je passe devant.  

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A REAL FAIRY TALE

One upon a time, on the St Sauveur's road, in a turn, a young hackberry (photo) perfectly architected.. but which unfortunately was growing where.. it is forbidden to do (for the DDE, -direction of department territory-.. DDE who have decided to repair a wall collapsed by a truck which, missing the turn, fell down 3 meters lower, (chance, no dead) in my land.

Chance number one: I arrive early, just when the workers are starting the chainsaw ! Chance number two : the tree grows at the limit of the road and my land. Dialogue of Greek tragedy, first act.

− But why would you cut it down ?

− Because it destroys the wall.

−Not at all, it's the truck. Look down, the wall's body is perfectly intact. Right.

−But we have orders, we must obey."

I don't yield. They call the chief, Mr Cut-everything, who arrives 10 minutes after, time, probably, to finish his coffe and toasts. The workers laugh, that gives them like a break.

− Look down and you will see that ...

− No question, we will not build with keeping this tree ...

− But I tell you ..

− Well listen, it is well for you this wall to be rebuilt, no?  to avoid receiving some cars on your head, right? then let us work .. Otherwise, we 'll not rebuild and that's over ! Bad for you.

− OK, don't rebuild. "(That was not planned, he falls silent one second.)

− But be reasonable, the turn is dangerous. Then, no more discussions, we work, WE."

I gives an order. Things are heating up gravely. The workers who were laughing behind him beggin (not too quickly it seems to me) to take their machine. The hackberry trembles with all its leaves. So do me. So, now, it is the war : I take out the heavy artillery.

− In this case, I forbid you to go through my land."

Mr Cut-everything knows the law, approximately.

− You will be obliged to do in a month.

− That's right, but until this time, not ... "

End of the first act. They begin to work from the other end and leave the hackberry quiet. Good. The next day, I photograph all trees growing just next walls without causing any damage, there is one, magnificent, on the Anduze's road.. [and I carefully avoid to take those which had made them collapse.. it seems that it depends on the earth and how they throw their roots : "mine" is perfect: it sends its straight on to the vertical like one carrot].. and I "run" in my "Two-horse" ("run" is excessive : it is a very cheap car, not fast at all] to the DDE of Bessèges with my photos and a short article about landslides caused by the cutting of trees (which retains the land. There has had an accident recently, in a camping, and if I dare, that falls well !).. to plead the hackberry's case with the Chief-of-cut-everything. 

I arrive at 5 am, damn, it's limit .. In the courtyard in front of  the offices, an amiable gentleman, well dressed, is walking towards a nice car.

− I want to see if it's possible Mr Chief-of-chief.

− It's me .."

Ouahh .. And I hand him my topo. He watches. Reads. Quickly. My heart is pounding.

− And where is that exactly ?

− At St Ambroix, on the road ...

− Oh yeah .. (Damn, Cut-everything surely had brieffed him against this-woman-who-has-nothing-to-do-except-seeking-noises-to-the-brave-trees'cutters..)
I am embarrassed, looking at his beautiful shoes and his car ...

− I can't go very fast.. and perhaps you are not dressed like .. me. I just come of the land I was speaking about. There are lot of scrub, down, in my property ..

− Never mind .. "

Ouahhh : a good guy ! We arrive 20 minutes later, at 50 km/hour, my "Two-horses" followed by a kind of Safrane (rapid) probably prancing with impatience behind, all an equipage! He observes. Say nothing.
− Come and see below please : the wall is perfectly straight under the tree, not even a bulge, it does not destroy anything. "

He observes again, face and profile, and nods. My heart is pounding more again: will he dare to contradict his subordinate? In fact, this is a political affair! Will he take the risk of appearing weak? Not a man indeed as Cut-everything ? What are their relations? A friend? An enemy? I dream that he hates him.. And falls the verdict:

− Mr Cut-everything is right: this tree will be cutted .. in 50 years.."

He was a political guy. This is how the hackberry has been spared. It seems to me that he thanks me every time I pass before.

 

C'est moins grave que Fukushima mais voilà le moustique-tigre à présent dans le Midi de la France. Les gens voyagent trop et comme la terre se réchauffe.. It is less serious than Fukushima but we have now the tiger-mosquito in the south of France.. ...

Lien, le Canard du Midi..

 

 

Rubrique : les animaux qui vont nous survivre...

Rubric: the animals which are going to survive us.

 

Pas de panique, il n'est que rarement mortel mais il voyage bien et fait de vilaines piqures. Le voici! il est de taille variable, tout-petit ou énorme, 2 cm pattes comprises. Ne pas laisser de l'eau croupir dans son jardin ou même chez soi, il adore (ce qui est pratiquement impossible si vous êtes en bord de rivière ou comme moi avez un bassin et un ruisseau qui traverse votre terrain). Autre particularité, s'il vous a infecté, (par la dengue dans certains pays, en France il n'y a qu'un seul cas autochtone) cela ne vous immunise pas car il a plusieurs cordes à son arc le coquin.

Et voici une drôle d'idée de chercheurs pour s'en défaire : stériliser des mâles costauds et les lâcher dans la nature afin qu'ils se fassent toutes les femelles (elles seules piquent et uniquement lorsqu'elles ont des oeufs à pondre, le jour ou à la tombée de la nuit) supposition hasardeuse car ces dames préfèreront peut-être les petits aux baraqués, ça doit être une idée de mecs. Réunion à St Ambroix tout à l'heure je n'ai pas pigé où ni quand, question affichage, ça pèche (lien). 

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People travel too much and as the earth is warming ...

Do not panic, it is rarely fatal but it travels well and made some nasty bites. It is of variable size, little or big, 2 cm, paws included. Do not let water stagnate in your garden or even at home, he does love (which is virtually impossible if you live on a river side or like me if you have a pool, -not a swiming pool!- and a stream running through your land !) Another feature, if you are infected, (by dengue in some countries, in France there is only one indigenous case)  : this does not immune you, because it has several strings to his bow, the scoundrel guy !

And here's a funny idea of researchers to get rid of it : sterilize strong and big males and release them into the wild so that they funk all the females (males don't bite, only females do and only when they have eggs to lay, day or dusk) !! risky assumption because these ladies may prefer small to big, just a question of taste (it must be an men’s idea). Meeting at st Ambroix.

Pourquoi les HLM sont-ils parfois aussi délabrés? Pour ça. Why does the social housing are so dilapidated? So dirty sometimes? For that.

They are the cash cow of politicians. See. An emblematic case, more again if you compare with another one (link) .

Ce sont les vaches à lait de politiques. Une affaire emblématique
d'autant plus si on la compare à cette autre (lien).

Antoine Schuller ici dément magistralement les observations d'un article précédent (sur Marine Le Pen, lien) selon lequel les enfants de personnages.. disons discutables ! malgré leurs dénégations de surface, les soutiennent toujours car ils profitent de l'argent acquis. Il est vrai que je parlais de politiques ! Le cas est rarissime de l'un d'eux se défaussant aussi clairement de papa. Chapeau !

 Antoine Schuller, an exception very rare, dements here what I was saying in a precedent article (about the daughter of JM Le Pen, -link-) : the sons of "typical characters like Schuller" (!) big or little (in white collar and attache case or not) in spite of what they pretend and claim (in order to be elected in the case).. support their father because it is not easy to bite the hand who feeds you... and the money help them a lot.. paradox ! .. for their campaign! It is true that I was speaking of political men-women and Antoine is not. Bravo.

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The video's translation 

To subsidize their electoral campaign, some political parties are accustomed to divert public money and sometimes not a little (the sums are enormous). One of these ways is the false bills, for instance they deal with companies which are supposed to do some work for a public site (city hall, social services and so on .. and who doesn't execute it as they ought to do)… nevertheless they are paid all the same ! the difference is in the pocket of the political party, and of course, all the intermediaries, political men, carriers-suitcases.. needed for such a job, who take their commission at the passage (enormous as we’ll see on video) .. The basic rule is to deal with some businessmen or rich one (in all the ways that it could be imagine) to obtain money (some millions, black money of course) with the promise, when elected, to send back the lift (for example to cut their taxes, to give them all the markets of building and renovation of social housing in the town and so on. Reward ! ) So, the public money needed by the poorest people (who lives in social housing), stolen, benefits to the richest, political men.. and  increases more and more their power like a pump which is starting up... After, it is easy (a child’s game) to the political men to use their power to remain unpunished. Richer you are, easier it is to escape police and justice : you can buy everybody or almost (by corruption..*) So did Schuller, Pasqua, and some French political men here. Nobody dare to go against them, not even their victims, too poor to react (and the victims are all society! Who is supposed to prosecute such delinquents?)

But it happens here that a excellent judge, (a special  “anti corruption” one, Eric Halphen), more curious than the others, investigates, discovers.. and distorts the whole machine. So, before a dangerous house search ordered by him, careful, Schuller, feeling the wind turning bad, runs away in Santa Domingo whose has no extradition treaty with France… and then, he begins another live (luxurious) exactly like a free and honest guy… with the complicity of everybody and here of the President himself, a great friend of him indeed. And he was supposed to be searched by all the policemen of the whole world.. who, no chance, cannot find him.

The story here is extraordinary because it is the own soon of Schuller, Antoine, (and a famous French actress, Marie Laforêt) who, disgusted, revolted by his father, has denounced him everywhere (FBI, French departments..!) ; he told all of them, and many times, where he was "hidden". In vain : no one answer! Then, in despair of cause, he decides to speak at the Medias. First a french diary, The Parisian, and after at TV as we can see. What happens ? Eric Halphen was taken off the case, lead to resign his charge (dismissal) after a black manipulation, and another more lenient magistrate was appointed at his place.

Epilogue : after a long time, Schuller was condemned to a light sentence, two years of prison, (a golden one) and a ridiculous fined. Eric Halphen became writer.             

It happens everywhere, in a enormous way here (Paris) or in a small one. It only depends of the importance of the town.

*On the precedent article (link), Magali and Jo living in social housing with 1000 €/month for 5 person are immediately prosecuted for some checks (about 100 €) that they have made for friends poorer than them, when, at the end of month, they have their fridge empty.. (checks returned about three days after when they perceive their salary). Mag has an authorization of overdraft and some stores cashes checks after more than one week.) That is not illegal, on the contrary, generous. But they have no money to defend themselves, no influent friends. 

Nous allons vers une 6ième extinction de masse mais cette fois c'est la nôtre ! We are runing into the 6th mass extinction, but this time, it is ours !

Je te l'avais dit, ma chérie que nous vaincrions un jour ces connards !

Nous allons vers une sixième période d'extinction de masse d'espèces et cette fois c'est la nôtre. Ce n'est pas un futur mais un présent. L'espèce humaine, comme les dinosaures, va disparaître. Certains considèrent que c'est inéluctable et même imminent (dans cent ans tout au plus) d'autres que cela pourrait être modifié ou retardé si nous changions immédiatement notre mode de vie dans les pays riches d'abord et même les autres. Moins (ou, mieux) pas de viande, moins nous reproduire et en général consommer moins, jeter moins, user le moins possible d'engins à moteur, voiture, avion etc... ce qui va à l'encontre de la "croissance" préconisée et promise par tous les gouvernements pour réduire le chômage.. et de notre désir, aveuglés que nous sommes par la publicité. Consommer crée des emplois en effet : celui de fossoyeur par exemple.. Vidéo de l'interview d'Hubert Reeves. 

A sad new, new for me because may be many people already know it, I am sure. We are now in the sixth period of mass extinction of species, and this time, that is us who are in the team. That is not a future but a present. The Human specie is going to disappear like the dinosaurs. Some scientifics consider that to be inescapable.. and almost imminent (in one hundred years, no more), according to some others, it could be stopped or only delayed if we change immediately our way of live in the rich countries first. Less (or, better) not at all meat, less procreate, and generally to consume less, discard less, use as little as possible engines, car, plane or even train and so on... Which comes up against the damned growth promised by all governments in order to reinsure people (that is going to reduce unemployment, give a better live for everybody as they say).. and our desire blinded by the publicity.. which leads us to confond to consume and to be, to have and to exist. It is true, consumption creates jobs: for example gravedigger. 

 Approximate translation of the video's text

First, he jokes about his age : "It is frustrating for me to think I am going to depart and I could not see all the brilliant discovering which will be done after me. I don't know what is going to happen after live but I am not sure that where we shall rest, we can receive scientifics journals nor if we shall be logged."

About the biocarburants (the journalist says that according to Jean Ziegler, they are responsibles of an crime against humanity and he adds "we have spoiled in 100 years, without counting, more than the half of an enormous stock of fossils energy that has taken 300 millions of years to be constituted"). Hubert Reeves : "at the beginning, its seemed a good way, but then, we have realized that it needs enormous fields of corn or palm and for that, mass deforestations of primary forests, an ecological disaster indeed. So we have the choice now : who deserves to eat, men or engines?"

About nuclear war. "From 1950 to 1980, we were very near of mass extinction: at all the moments, some thousands of megatons were ready to crash on our head. A nuclear war, it takes only 10 minutes, just the time for the rockets to cross Atlantic.. and all is over! In this period, all humanity could have been annihilated without realizing at all. But now, after Reagan and Kroutchev took conscience of the terrific danger of humanity's extinction and decided to disarm (to destroy their stocks of nuclear bombs) it is finished, this scenario is improbable." But [according to the journalist who interviews Hubert Reeves] "the nuclear danger remains -and increases- with Pakistan, Iran, China, Corea.." 

Question about mass extinction. "Do you think that the 9 or 10 billions of people who will be on the earth very soon, in 50 years, could live?" Hubert Reeves : "In theory yes but only if we completely change our way of live. First, eat less meat" (-I add-, not at all would be better) : "meat requires a lot of energy, of cereals, water.. and returns only a tenth of that." (So, I add, one meat-eater means nine who starve.) Meat is an indecent spoiling. "The earth could feed 9 billions of people indeed but not in the way we are spoiling energy now in rich countries" (I add, vegan or vegetarians people; not meat-eaters.)   


"We are now in a period of mass extinction : it is not only butterflies, frogs, and some insects whose people don't care (but whose species perish every days, entirely and forever) IT IS US. According biologists, big trees and all mammals whose weight is more than 3 kgs are going to disappear ; see on your scale to determine if you are in the team ! Only those who can live in harmony with nature could survive, as rats or turtle for example which exist for millions of years. Man cannot. We are predators, the worst who has ever been ; everywhere we plunder, we destroy the nature with an enormous efficiency and energy. So we'll perish. It is not a future, it is a present."

  

Sarko/Hollande. Le macho et le timide, le timide vaincra (mon pronostic). The macho and the shy, the shy will won because of women. (My prognosis)

Lien "Le Canard du Midi"

Le petit-format-jogger-excité- versus le bébé joufflu posé à lunettes, qui vaincra ?

Cette pèche (je laisse) aux électrices, burka, islam, égalité des chances bla bla.. est révélatrice. On nous bichonne! les femmes vont "faire la différence" comme on dit en sport. Or nous aimons dit-on (et à mon sens ce n'est pas vrai ou pas tout à fait -on n'est pas des poireaux-) les hommes virils limite machos -préhistoriques- mais de bonne compagnie, susceptibles de nous défendre au gourdin contre des tigres à dent de sabre, d'accord il n'y en plus beaucoup mais baste, c'est l'archétype. On va savoir tout à l'heure. Palpitant. 

Visiblement Koko et ses agents de com ont opté pour cette théorie, comme beaucoup d'hommes petits remarquez-le, avec son allure jog-regardez-mes-muscles-casse-toi-pauvre-con tandis que Holl, pour l'autre plus subtile -et puis il fait avec ce qu'il a et cherche à transformer en atout ce qui pourrait peut-être constituer un handicap-. Futé. La seule chose en effet qui m'a touchée en lui est son aveu : je n'ai fait qu'un seul match de foot dans ma vir (je laisse) pour un comité d'entreprise et il m'a fallu un an pour m'en remettre. De même le seul moment où Koko a été sympathique fut celui ou il a presque pleuré devant les caméras de TV lorsqu'un cruel a mentionné sa femme partie de la veille sans préavis de licenciement. Sans doute a-il ainsi gagné des voix de maris/épouses quittés ou quitteurs car souvent on a les deux à la fois. [Une vague réminiscence sans doute.] 

A mon sens, Holl gagnera parce que justement les nanas préfèrent les fragiles, les plus malins d'entre eux l'ont parfaitement saisi (les "dom Juan"*) jouant fort bien sur deux bandes-son euphoniquement mixées, fausse force dans les graves sur dominance lente et appuyée d'aigus d'un air majeur ; bricoler deux pistes à un dixième de soupir près est un art, ex le concerto pour clarinette de Mozart avec en arrière plan l'entrée des Dieux au Walhalla de Wagner. Un art de musicien-ingénieur-du-son et toute erreur est fatale. 

La drague c'est d'abord cela, de la musique, de la poésie, savoir doser : un costaud -ou qui s'en donne l'air- qui pleure fait fondre. C'est donner à l'autre le spectacle qui lui plaît, le faire se sentir "être", lui, ou plus exactement, elle, et non l'inverse. Holl, malgré ou à cause de son physique, a l'air de se débrouiller mieux que l'autre, plus primaire. Donc il gagnera. 

Relisez ou lisez Stendhal ou Lawrence : Julien Sorel, roturier, petit et frêle -quasiment un serviteur- séduit en deux temps trois mouvements la belle Mme de Rênal au mari riche et puissant, puis, mieux encore, Mathilde.. comme Mellors (garde-chasse), Constance; c'est plié lorsque Lord Chatterley -le caïd du bled- l'époux infirme et jaloux, lui ordonne de le porter, lui et sa chaise, pour traverser un ruisseau : une erreur. En général, les femmes (ou en tout cas Constance) n'aiment pas les salauds ni les médiocres. Ainsi Lord Chatterley perd-il sa femme qui malgré ou à cause de son infirmité (une blessure de guerre) l'admirait et en un sens l'aimait. Un héros déchu en trois secondes.

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The little-aggressive-excited-jogger with tics versus the chubby-baby cool with glasses..

This electoral fishing at women, (burka, Muslim, equality) .. that has an ugly look of prostitution.. is superlatively enjoyable. Pleasant. We are pampered. Women will "make the difference" as in a sport competition. That is exactly as if one would ask us "by whose do you prefer to be funked ? I am the better ! No, it's me ! Liar.. I have all the material.. Mine is better than yours".. and so on.. An hilarious -and free !- show !

It is said that we like, but in my opinion this is untrue (or not quite: we are not similar like leeks) strong men, macho manly -prehistoric- but good fellow indeed at the same time, those who could bravely fight for defend us (and above all our children) with only a cudgel against saber-toothed tigers, OK there are no many saber-toothed tigers now in woods, but this is the archetype. We shall know just now this evening. Exciting.

 Obviously Koko and his agents of com ! have opted for this theory : he tries to show (like many small men, you 'll notice) a manly image (jog-watch-my-muscles-get-out-ass-hole-) and Holland and his agents of com ! for the other one, more subtle (may be he does what he can with what he has ! and seeks to turn into asset which could perhaps be a handicap-. Clever. Indeed, the only moment where he moved me is when he have confessed: "I made only one football game in my live, for a worker’s committee, and it took me a year to get over it!" On the same way, the only time Koko has been sympathetic was the one where he almost cried in front of TV cameras, when a cruel journalist mentioned his wife gone away without "warning of termination". No doubt he has won some votes of abandonned husbands and wives (or who had abandonned their companions : it is often the two together). A vague reminiscence also, no doubt.

In my view, Holl will be the winner, precisely because women prefer fragile guys, a tend that the cleverest of them have fully understood (so they succeed and sometimes become "Don Juan) playing very well on two soundtracks skillfully mixed, one low and grave, supported by the dominance of an acuter air ; to mix two opposite tracks is a difficult art, example, the "clarinet concerto" by Mozart with "the entrance of the Gods into Valhalla" of Wagner -an art of sound-engineer-. Any error is fatal.

And that is seduce. Seduce is like music, poetry : to know how to balance. A manly muscled -or who tries to give this image, in a figurative or real sense- who, suddenly cries, make us melt of maternal emotion. Seduce is giving the show that the public pleases, make the spectator feel "exist", him, or rather, she, and not you ! To roll the mechanicals (a french expression which means  "show his strenght") is not the good way. Holl, despite or because of his full-cheeked baby face seems to manage better than Koko, more primal. So he will win.

Reread or read Stendhal ("The Red and the Black"), Lawrence ("The Lady Chaterley's lover") and all the litterature about love : Julien Sorel, a small and frail commoner, poor and all the time black-clothed, almost a servant, wins in a jiffy the love of his mistress (his employer), the beautiful Madame de Renal whose husband is rich, famous and powerful..  and after, better yet, Matilda de La Môle .. 

.. so does Mellors (the gamekeeper) with Lady Constance.. notably when Lord Chatterley -her infirm-war and jealous husband, the almighty district's kinglet- crually orders him to raise him and his heavy wheelchair to cross a creek. "Worse than a fault, a mistake" [formula attributed to Talleyrand] : that is the moment where she ceases to love him (she loved her husband however, in spite or because of his infirmity) and begins to desire Mellors, Mellors who suffers but endures unflinchingly. Generally, women don't like bastards and heartless, even weak, the dosing is precise. And here, Lord Chatterly had made a fatal error. So, without realizing it, he have lost his wife.

Quelques idées de vote.. Some ideas to vote..

C'est la saison !

Don't discard anything which can be used !
 It is the season ! A falled Fotinia's leave, barely cutted, 

can be an original, simple and elegant ballot.. and so on..

 
Oui, en anglais, "nulletin (je laisse la coquille!) de vote" 
 se dit... "ballot"! C'est comme je vous le dis ! 

Note : in french, "ballot" [that is to say "bulletin"] means "simpleton" ! And for french, "ballot" employed for a  voting paper is hilarious. A pun.

Here I typed by error on my keyboard "nulletin" [in french, "nul" means "null, cretin"!] ; when I go too fast, it seems that my computer commit some interesting "lapsus linguae" ["slips of the tongue"..  or more exactly, "slips of keyboard"!] which are saying more than I would.. so, I leave: sometimes, they are highly revelators !

The poor hate the poor, and more again the poorer than they (sometimes). Politically incorrect, I don't care...

En français sur le "Canard du Midi" (lien) "Les pauvres haïssent les pauvres et plus encore les plus pauvres qu'eux (parfois). Une anecdote à Emmaüs." Cristo si è fermato a Emmaüs? (Le Christ s'est arrêté à Emmaüs.)

Short stop yesterday on the road of Anduze, to "Emmaüs".. Detente! That's what I thought. (Emmaüs is an association founded by Abbé Pierre who recovers various objects given by some people and sells them cheap to a public often penniless.) I go in the hangar (where are the clothes) with my dog, on leash of course. A young North African woman (20 years?) that I know but probably she does not remember me, stops me imediately: "Dogs are not allowed".

I think it is a joke. But no. "You can attach it to the entry" added the older volunteer. I tried but it is impossible : the dog risks to lead the table with its to join me! "Too bad for you.." I say and I turn on my heels, slightly irritated. That could have been the end of the story but no: the young woman feels obliged to give me an hard lesson with a moralist tirade : "It's normal, you do not come with your dog into a store, never!"... "Of course I do, except in food store, and where do you see food here?" The tone rises: "This is the case everywhere, you never take a dog in a any store" .. "Of course yes. Except if  it is said "No dogs allowed". And where do you see the advertisment ?" .. "That is evident (exasperated shrug) we don’t need to tell to a normal person" .. "No it is not evident and if being normal means being stupid, I prefer not to be normal like you.." .. "That’s enough, I call the chief who will fire you, I'm not going to be insulted by people like that.." .. "And by others, you can?" .. "Get out" .. So, my old terrorist's blood rises to the surface and I immediately returns to the hangar with Vôtan: "Okay, call your chief, go, it will be a great pleasure for me" .. "A crazy, completely chtarbi, foolish" she shouts in the wings to the volunteer who, appalled, says nothing ..

One detail: I came from an hard work, (construction, garden), exhausted, perhaps not quite presentable, looking more like a homeless woman than a philosophy teacher (at least in the archetype..) and "people like that" means, no doubt, me to be despisable as an homeless woman ! At Emmaüs ! The poors sometimes hate their colleagues or those they suppose to be so. Because they hate themselves as the society leads them to do.

Nothing more intolerant here than, precisely, "people like that" .. I mean like her. I crack: a beautiful angry teacher's tirade : "You who have left school without even a CAP (a very little diploma) which is not abnormal but rare, how dare you speak like that?" And there, like a hound stopped, she stopped screaming: "How do you know that?" .. "You have told me, you do not remember? I had even offered to help you."

In short, I was miserable. Well, it soothes, it is impossible to be a hero 24 h/24. Thereafter, she will pass and pass behind "us" (Vôtan and me) mumbling "and more, it stinks!" singular? plural? pretending to suffer martyrdom. (Possible, he "leaked" into the car and "feel" .. the dog.)

Question: why the maghreb people (often) hate dogs? And why this transfer, probably connected to the racism suffered, who founded the racialized to adopt towards which they believe dominate the same behavior than racists towards them? 

On other detail: Vôtan probably saved my life or at least drawn me from a serious situation, I do not know how it would have ended without him. http://cheminroque.blogspot.com
and deserved to be defended, even in this dubious manner : dogs save more lives than they cost (because it is true that there are accidents) it is immeasurable, and to refuse their help is stupid and sometimes criminal: in Iran, during the earthquake, firefighters have asked in first priority .. for dogs! only able to find buried victims; they did not have any one ! And the time to get them, how many deaths that could have been saved?

Veena Malik, un courage à toute épreuve ! Veena Malik, an huge courage!

Pakistan : un islamiste contre Veena Malik par matbeeno

On imagine ce que représente dans un pays comme le Pakistan de cingler si vivement un imam qui la tance hypocritement. Elle aurait fait des photos inconvenantes (!) sexy, porno.. La belle affaire quand bien même ce serait vrai mais rien que de gentillet [bien moins hard en tout cas que celles de la belle Mme Le Pen] il est vrai que je n'ai pas passé la nuit. Apparemment le vertueux à capuche est mieux renseigné que moi -hautement suspect-. Du coup, menaces de mort etc... C'est en regardant par hasard les visites du blog http://solidairealia.blogspot.com que j'ai découvert Veena, actrice et humoriste pakistanaise au demeurant connue, que je salue ici. 

I'll translate the video in french to morrow.  We can't imagine, for a pakistani woman, the courage it requires to retort so hard and in public to an "virtuous" (and limit threatening) imam who overwhelms her with hypocrite moral lessons !  because... she would had made sexy photos, an huge affair ! I searched on the net and found nothing of "enormous", (softer than Mrs Le Pen in any case!) it is true that I have not spent all the night for such a work.. [but it seems the holy man to be better informed than me, what is highly suspect indeed] and for that, she received death threats ! Veena is an actress and humorist of indian TV that I  discovered only yesterday [although she is very famous] when I was surfing randomly on my blogs' visitors (http://solidairealia.blogspot.com) Veena who I'm pleased to welcome here. I am very proud you to read my blog, thank's you.