Chronic. Strange democracy where everything seems to rest on the goodwill of a man, the President of the Republic, and where fate strives to demonstrate the opposite. The flames that devastated Notre-Dame de Paris on the evening of Monday, April 15th, thwarted Emmanuel Macron's communication plan, which had planned to launch his all-out routine at 8 pm, during a televised speech in front of French.
Everything at the Elysée had been organized to make desire rise around strong announcements, supposed to end the crisis of "yellow vests" and revive the five-year period. Instead, the country has been plunged into a state of stupefaction and sorrow by seeing a portion of its national treasure go up in smoke. And, as if the tragedy was not enough, fell this doubtful Tweet of the American president, Donald Trump: "Terrible to watch the images of the impressive fire of Notre-Dame de Paris. Maybe we should use water bombers to extinguish the fire. We must act quickly! " As if the French public authorities lambinaient!
Emmanuel Macron can not embody the miracle king, who can perform miracles.
The Head of State will have every opportunity to catch up in the hours to come but the dramaturgy he had imagined to get out of the air hole has already changed: even if he fed himself for three months of the expectations of his people, even if he was enriched by a dozen debates during which he demonstrated his perfect knowledge of the issues and his ability to resist adversity, Emmanuel Macron can not embody the king thaumaturge, able to perform miracles.
He is the President of the Republic who tries to guide his fellow citizens on rough terrain. It requires humility and emotion when the dramas are tied. Exit the providential man, place to the compassionate president who, on the night of Monday to Tuesday, knew to show that he had a heart by hardly hiding his tears in front of the half-destroyed cathedral.
The announcement of a national and international subscription to rebuild " all together " the monument also goes against the image of great solitude that was sent back these days the Castle: a president shut up, seventeen employees leaving, even before the mid-term of the quinquennium, drained by the task or disappointed of not having been able to better meet the chef's expectations. Bad signs.