In the media in general, too often, unconsciously, the petty tyrants, potentates and dictators of this world are glorified. We talk about the strongman of the Kremlin (Putin), the strongman of Belarus (Lukashenko), the strongman of Brazil (Bolsonaro), the strongman of the Chinese Communist Party (Xi Jinping), etc Now, what do these despots have in common apart from their visceral fragility: scared to death of criticism, abysmal paranoia, need for unhealthy control, etc.? Are these really signs of strength? Unfortunately, there is an unhealthy fascination with these beings who display an iron will, despite a straw psyche, a leonine posture, despite a pusillanimous nature. We imagine them, as they probably imagine themselves, as tough and ruthless conquerors, as they tremble every day at the thought of being murdered, rejected, overwhelmed or, worse, simply beaten down. So they add more. They cultivate fear to hide the one that gnaws at them. We lend them a cold and proud look, while they have a papier-mâché soul. Then compare these men, who hide in their concrete and bunkered palaces, to this babusya, a Ukrainian grandmother who, firm and resolute, faces the heavily armed Russian soldiers who burst into her modest home and orders them to leave immediately, while she shields her body from the guns pointed at his children and grandchildren. In Ukraine, at the moment, there are thus millions of strong women and strong men who are surviving, by the sheer power of solidarity, the assaults ordered by a small being, a weak one, who needs an army and thousands of atomic bombs to reassure themselves of the value of their existence. I therefore invite all the media to speak from now on of the weak man in the Kremlin. And look forward to the day when, on this sad earth, we will stop wantonly obeying the weak who spit fire and blood, and when we will begin to incense and imitate all the babusyas of this world, who shield us and rock us with their love.
The cruelty of the truly weak
