Fianarantsoa: panem et circenses for the plebs

Huh? Well, this trip to Fianarantsoa boils down to that, right? Bread and games for the plebs, tompokolahy sy tompokovavy.

The games with… a new Coliseum. Okay, we’ll admit that this one is less shocking than the first. In Tana, they shamelessly dared to desecrate a place sacred to royalty and the Andriana.

… in the Capital of Betsileo, they didn’t dare anymore? 🤣

Back to the bread… okay, you gave them a little today, they’ll eat a little. They won’t be hungry today.

… but it’ll start again tomorrow, when the little bag of rice is gone, will they be hungry again? Of course, you won’t be here anymore, you’ll have already left for other places to bait other suckers with your panem et circenses?

Bait, in another register, that’s what it’s all about. Give them a fishing rod, teach them how to bait and hook fish… themselves, without you?

You know this image very well since you yourself pinned and copied and pasted it, as usual, at the beginning of these 16 years of nightmare.

“We must give the Malagasy a net or a fishing rod, not fish,” you proclaimed at the time. Anointed… and never followed through on it in these 16 years, quite the contrary.

Even the fishing rods of the abominable Marc Ravalomanana have been stolen, looted, and destroyed. Oh, to destroy everything you touch, waaa…

Air Madagascar, the Jirama, the roads, the water, the electricity, society, the economy: potika poor daholo.

There’s not even any water left, and therefore not even any fish to catch, it’s appalling. And what little remains, you still want to make radioactive with monazite and thorium, it’s simply incredible.

As for the fishermen, the real ones, they should get the hell out of here because their billionaire Arab friends are arriving on their yachts and they don’t need to have beggars in their field of vision, right?

And oh you idiots, maybe it’s high time you woke up, right? We’re slowly but surely genociding you, with forced resilience like Vaseline, in case you haven’t noticed.

So wake up, damn it. The beggars who only run on panem et circenses and merci Prezida, it’s over for them, the brainwashing has wiped everything out.

However, for those who haven’t been corrupted by these despicable schemes, for whom there’s still a shred of intelligence, pride, and self-respect… all this seems senseless, contemptible, and unacceptable, doesn’t it?

So let’s not stop loudly denouncing this debilitating and, above all, murderous nonsense for the past 16 years. The indicators proposed by international organizations are clear: all indicators are in the red.

These indicators are obviously refuted with shameless bad faith (they dare anything), even suggesting that the Malagasy are happy far from these indicators. These kicks in the ass, and this time without Vaseline, are truly wasted.