Misery loves company. Americans who have been suffering the agonies of advanced Trumpitis can now turn to France and share a good cry.
France’s presidential politics are as crazy and sleazy as America’s, and equally depressing.
French politics run the gamut from the noblest aspirations of the 1789 revolution to today’s gutter fighting and back-stabbing. The lust for power is always thus.
A late 19th-century French president, Jean Casimir-Perier, aptly quipped, “government is a constant conspiracy.” He was also a former banker.
Today, we observe the doleful spectacle of France’s politicians locked into a sordid demolition derby that disgusts many voters and heaps opprobrium on the great nation of France which, we should not forget, helped birth the American Republic.
The race began when President Francois Hollande, a dreary little Socialist apparatchik who always looks about to burst into tears, wisely decided not to run for a second term. His polls had nosedived to 4%. Amusingly, the only time they went up in recent memory was a 2% blip when photographers caught ‘Monsieur le president’ sneaking off to a ‘cinq-a-sept’ afternoon dalliance with a young movie actress.
This left political big wigs Nicholas Sarkozy, the respected Alain Juppé, and Hollande’s former prime minister, Manuel Valls (he’s from Barcelona), and Sarkozy’s long-suffering former prime minister Francois Fillon to slug it out. To general amazement, straight-arrow Catholic Fillon soundly beat Valls, Juppé, and Sarkozy in a primary last month.
Sarko was just indicted for illegal fund-raising and faces further charges of taking illegal cash payments from Libya’s late strongman, Muammar Khadaffi. Critics claim…