This is how the documentary Un pognon de dingue (2021, Bioret, Delrue, Fourrage) begins, recalling the 2005 legend of the American billionaire Warren Buffet: “It’s a class fight, but it’s my class, the class of the rich, that’s taking that guerrilla and we’re winning.” The violence assumed by those who announce the Ranking will undoubtedly have few mistakes in history.

The documentary focuses on the barbarism of capitalism and the influence of the billionaires on the economies and social and political movements, the monopoly, unilateralism and impunity, in the face of the weakness and impotence of the mass or the laborer. “Social” measures are always petachos, anecdotal and at the service of the principal class. This society keeps nothing else, it doesn't silence anything. On the contrary, it seems that it is a competition, to see who makes the most round exit, the craziest, the most viscose and the distance offered to him in the media. It does not need a programme because the need is already foreseen.

The words of Buffet, which are extremely uncomplicated and violent, echo those who over the past five years have had to hear President Macron by similar means. We remember the famous “the best way to buy the nice dress is to work”, we ridiculize, Fillon reaches the previous presidencies and remembers the dresses. It was a beginning, in 2018. Since then there have been: “If you want a job, you just have to cross the road,” “the workers have to work more, without paying more,” or “the social aid has a huge cost, and the people are still poor,” scandalous and outrageous, in the same way “the strikers, the embroiderer are great savers.” Little by little, laughter came in. Going out of excursion, rather than in the future, because the reality was evident, aloud. Those in power can now recognize their mindsets without hair in their mouths, without concealing or danger. Macron, an honored student, is not the first to perform these kinds of outings. Aitzin Sarkozy was a teacher, from Rollex to Fouquet’s.

2022 At this beginning we are on the doorstep of several elections of the French State, especially the presidency. At the moment, potential candidates are clumsy, on both the left and the right. On the contrary, revolting outings, misguided ideas, contempt for the working class, continuous threats, have a free place. And the media has something to do with that violence. In the good hours, good spaces are reserved for the candidates, each with their amulet. The Voter Boss is an elegant responsibility, with an expansive, beautiful (removing Zemmour) and intelligent trajectory. The worker is always dirty, obtuse and lying.

This spring will be the elections. Nothing else will happen, be calm. You'll only see the jukutria and the cowardly class, and then you'll also call them to choose the executioner, to choose the best of the mistakes.

The programmes, the new approaches for the future, the transgressive decisions will not appear. Because it's not the Nehork or it doesn't ask them? Who knows?

Unfortunately, however, to see, listen, live, choose and suffer all this, you have to pay, directly or indirectly, in one way or another, with money, time or sweat. And the animal is going to cost a lot of money.