Huh? You don’t feel that way? I certainly did, given the events, your comments, your reactions.

• Are you staying home? You don’t have electricity. Or water either.
• Are you leaving your house? It’s ugly, it stinks, the roads are rotten, the traffic is hellish, there are accidents everywhere.
• Are you eating? They’ll poison you. Or else you’ll get food poisoning, courtesy of Jirama’s cuts.
• Are you going home? They’ll attack you, rob you, stab you.
• Are you hurt? You’re going to die silently in a rotten hospital. There too, without water, without electricity, without oxygen.
• Are you dead? They’ll steal your bones again.

Oh, damn, happy idiots

What kind of life is this? Plus, since everyone has gone crazy with these appalling living conditions, danger is truly everywhere.

The haters, the jealous, the deadbeats, the fetish fetish poor are surrounding you, you’re all doomed. Marina e. It’s not paranoia, it’s everyday life. It’s your everyday life.

Zao zany sisa ila Madagasikara kle. Tena hoe nanenganiny de chez nanenganiny. Bravo, champions.

We’ll skip over these morons who, despite these dozens of deaths, only think about their podiums, their mandihy vody, and their fatina fety fety.

Since mice are in fashion, we can talk about the mbolavo ball, lol. And go ahead, circuses for the plebs, and watch out for panem in these troubled times. Bring a mouse just in case, it might be useful. What for? Well, to taste your food.

The icing on the cake? You’re forbidden to shout your anger in the street, because the super-rulers are afraid for their little seza. You can die, but you don’t touch the seza. Absolutely not.

All of Madagascar

Majunga, Tamatave, the same stories of food poisoning there too. Deaths by the bucketload everywhere.

And of course, Jirama continues its little daily festival of power cuts, as if nothing had happened. Silence, they’re killing Marina in this country, which has been a shithole for 16 years now.

Ndriii, mitsipozizy sisa ilay gasy kely eee? Zany ve leretsy ny revy any @ tanana? Sounds tempting, huh? Uh no, actually, it’s not at all tempting.

The worst part is that this collective madness will only grow, it’s a mathematical… and demographic certainty. So much misery, poverty, slow deaths… Zombie Land, as I said last year? Here we are.

Ah yes, in this ocean of desolation, the Prime Minister quietly let slip a little piece of information: “the 2025 budget will be austere”

… meaning there’s not a penny left in the coffers. But strangely enough, we’ve known that for a long time. On the other hand, as for the nonsense, the 250-meter jets of water, the fireworks, the pedal boats, and the restaurants on the water, poor that, Mioraaa, we’ll always find money, won’t we?

Kafka in the absurd kingdom of the endemic madman, we said. And there’s no chance of that changing, because why would you want it to change? It’s crap for you, but for them, life is beautiful, right?

Mitsangatsangana Nosy Be, Dubai, Monaco, the Côte d’Azur… life is sooo beautiful.