During the summer, Me Gilles-William Goldnadel shares his view on political news.
I can expect nothing more from the international mass media whose sinister tropism I know, in the literal sense, of course, I admit I was bluffed.
In the space of twenty-four hours timed, these, without the slightest sham, with an immaculate good conscience, will have very exactly contradicted their most outraged positions. So on August 17, Donald Trump was universally and electronically cursed for not expressly citing the Suprematists as responsible for death, by means of a ram-car driven by one of their own, a young woman in Charlottesville, United States. The reproach was serious but universal and planetary, in other words, a disproportionate thing.
Barack Obama was not left out of a banality that did not offend anyone: "Michelle and I are thinking about the victims and their families in Barcelona. Americans will always be with their Spanish friends. A kiss. "
I assert that none of the journalists who the day before still cursed the name of the first American, including ascendants and descendants, expressed the beginning of the beginning of a sketch of regret over the omission-submission of Emmanuel Obama.
To tell the truth, I find that their own moral and professional denial is even more outrageous.
But by dint of judging with iniquity one forgets to the sense of the word of dignity.