Huh? The Philippe Rajaonarivelo vs. Gaëlle Borgia affair illustrates the difficulty of creating humor/hissing/second-degree humor online… Difficulty… even danger for its author?

No, but seriously, when you wake up and read that on your wall, coming from a guy you don’t know from Adam or Steve, well yes, the first reaction, completely normal, is: “No, but are you serious? Are you threatening me?“?

Especially in a highly tense socio-political context, where the person in question is herself in difficulty with certain power brokers… not to mention power itself?

When you’re well-known, when people know who you are, then yes, you can indulge in irony and catcalling. Not when your name is Philippe Rajaonarivelo, a complete unknown.

And yet the guy really does exist, lol! It’s not a fake account, it’s definitely his name, and he was extremely smart enough to react very quickly, on the one hand by clarifying who he really was, with his ID photo, his service record, and on the other hand, by revealing his true thoughts.

A quick and intelligent reaction to the chaos that was beginning to take on a significant consistency… in short, things were starting to seriously stink for this gentleman.

In short, he was really close to feeling the axe fall on his head, so in this case, it’ll just be his scalp that feels the wind.

When you don’t know much about online publishing, please really twist your finger around the ENTER key seven times before publishing your post/comment. A stupid accident can happen so quickly.

Between what you wanted to say, express… and what you wrote (content/form), and this gentleman will have learned this the hard way, there can be a terrible gap.

So yes, once again, even if it’s very clear in our heads when we write, 7 times the ENTER key hoa 🤣

The devil hides in the details, behind a sentence, a word, a tone, a context… And at the slightest doubt, the fahendrana is to press CANCEL rather than ENTER.

In short, case closed, I think? I hope so for the person concerned.

That being said, to return to that aforementioned atmosphere, waaaa, how harmful is it really?

Everyone’s on edge… well, yes, what did we expect from the Manenganiny party? Happiness, calm, serenity, tsotra, milamina, and mirindra?

Uh no, it’s pro-max sosopourization on the agenda, hypertension for everyone. With a stroke in sight, and cardiac arrest as a conclusion.

Father Elmanesque whistling? Absolutely, the finger has already been twisted seven times, I admit. But behind the mockery, there is always a grain of truth somewhere.