A few weeks ago, we did a book workshop as enriching as instructive in the classroom, brought by Nestor, Irun's colleague. How many land does a man need? I am counting on the deeds of Pahom’s insatiable ambition.

The question was extraordinarily interesting. How much money does it take to live? I mean, order, pay bills, spend kids, travel? I can say a one-month prize of some EUR 2 000, out of that it seems to me to be a profit prize. However, in recent times, the problem does not arise in this way: the transparency club, cunning or those who take hundreds of thousands of euros out of the table, sells to the person who earns about 1,300, that the problem is a poor man who has committed a pseudo-fraud of EUR 400 to the solidarity boxes. With the desire for cohesion, as (relatively) the common external enemy has been defined through the ghost of terrorism, the enemy of the interior people has been born: the poor, placed as an adversary of the middle class, when some are engaged in the manufacture of thieves. And there is a problem. Sustenance if believed.

Back in the middle of a work chapter, enlightened student Antton exclaimed: “That Pahom is like Fillon: always in the most beautiful suit. This story, Bea, can’t end well.” I was skillful, at least in the story after many socio-economic and ecological disorders, as Pahom, suffocated by ambition, burst. But we don't live in stories, there's the question.

The PNF Financial Tribunal is probably the most productive and cost-effective tool created during the mandate of François Hollande. Many high-ranking officials today have no jobs or problems in finding a case. It seems that everyone has something to store, whether it is a dress or an article of paid literary criticism, or the benefit of certain trafficking. However, François Fillon did not blush in the face of shame. Not to Fillon or other candidates under the indictment.

No one is surprised, as it is known that the managers (taken from the cursed fashion) are not bought with copious dinners. And the higher the level, the higher the numbers, the longer the interests, the careers, the paths to power, the money over power, the money over power. Fausto. Nor will we be surprised, regretted, more than returning and withdrawing the burglaries, so that they spend time attacking other candidates, announcing black booths or possible dossiers that may appear.

Six months in which the French State is immersed in an electoral atmosphere: a great feast of lies. I wonder what the heck the ordinary French will be able to vote, if they will then join forces to flee from the National Front. And that is that in the last three presidencies the argument of the black end was the risk of the FN, stirring avoiding mentioning ghosts, programs and problems, manipulating the vote, forcing. The rise of the FN is due to the sold right and the impotence of the relieved left. Today is the impression that they mock, get confused and trample on the voters. Common enemies will not be enough to mobilize in the elections.

History will not end well. In the election: the thief, the liar, the sick and the bobo.

Bon, I am very tough, and I would not like to attribute the consequences of the abstention: Poutou can vote. He is a worker, dignified and in a good mood, and, alas, I find him a little charming. And that can be enough to make me move. Unfortunately for him, there has long been no surge in defence of a red, the candidate for the lost causes, my star.