Why François Hollande’s ghost comes back to haunt us


All Saints Day is approaching. French people born before 2012 are appalled. They witness a paranormal phenomenon: why the devil François Hollande, the ghost of Solferino, he comes back to haunt them? Don’t we have enough reasons to freak out with rising energy prices? And now the specter of the seventh president of the Fifth Republic pushes mournful cries. “Macron is a traitor”, “The candidates of the left are dwarves”, “Mélenchon is crazy” and “Montebourg is a zozo”, hoot Holland, wrapped in the shroud of Social Democracy.

“Lilliputian candidatures”: with his new book, François Hollande curls the whole left

We pinch each other. And yet the book “Confront” (Stock) – quite a program! – is on sale. And Holland, in great shape, scours the trays and bookstores to promote it. He has an opinion on everything and speaks at ease. like a normal ex-president… But there is a wolf, of course. This man cannot say: “I will no longer be a candidate”. Impossible, these words do not cross his lips. “I’m glad you still lend me a long life”, he replied to Léa Salamé who inquired about the rest of his career … We conclude that the ghost, who swears to be driven only by the will of “Serve your country”, is still and a prisoner of the cellars of the Elysée.

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We wish he had escaped. Let there be a peaceful retreat and fly fishing in Corrèze. It’s quite the opposite. Hollande is tormented by remorse for having given up in 2016. This decision, announced in a funereal tone on December 1, was like symbolic suicide. And everyone knows that suicides, if they could testify, would no doubt express regret at having left life. The Holland man is still alive. And he saw it all through the cracks of his vault. The fall of Fillon, the explosion of the left, the smoking blow of Macron … Risen from the world of political deaths, Hollande wants to come back to life.

Power trauma

But how to reappear without provoking the terror and the anger of all those who think they have buried him? To reassure, the former president decided to take refuge behind Anne Hidalgo, official socialist candidate whose courage he does not hesitate to praise … Holland-Hidalgo, the tandem is supposed to demonstrate that the old socialist grudges are overcome. But Hollande is practicing critical support. He never misses an opportunity to emphasize the limits of a candidacy “Which has not yet started”. In short, he supports the mayor of Paris like a hangman!

Hidalgo knocks on Holland’s door

By thus placing himself in the wake of a candidate he knows at an impasse, the strategist of Tulle hopes above all to appear as a natural remedy in the event of a glitch. This is the scenario of the “January surprise”. Charred Hidalgo withdraws and Hollande tumbles… In this perspective, the former president closes the door to any rallying of the Socialists behind the green candidate Jadot. Plan B is coming soon. On a symbolic level, Hollande would cease to be a vampire and would return to the world of the living …

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Transgenerational psychoanalysis defines the ” ghost “ like the trace of an unspeakable family secret that haunts descendants and provokes phobic or obsessive behavior. From this point of view, the specter of François Hollande, who panics the people of the left, represents the trauma of the exercise of power with its compromises and its disillusions which undermine the beautiful socialist ideals. For want of having been able to debate it in full light, this political family remains inhabited by resentment and suspicion. The only way to make the ghost disappear – and finally heal – would be to free speech. To “face” the trauma, as François Hollande invites us …



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