#chomeurs

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Ouverture du refuge catholique," La Presse. May 31, 1933. Page 3. ---- Le chanoine Harbour présidera demain l'inauguration de l'asile de la rue Belmont. --- CHAPELLE ET CONFORT ---- C'est demain, avec l'ouverture du mois du Sacré-Coeur, que sera inauguré le Refuge catholique, 660, rue Belmont, juste en arrière du gratte-ciel du Téléphone Bell. Ce refuge, qui hospitalisera les chômeurs sans asile, est situé dans la paroisse cathédrale de Montréal et M. le chanoine Adélard Harbour, curé de la basilique, qui prend le plus vif intérêt à cette oeuvre, présidera la cérémonie d'ouverture. En effet, l’ancienne école protestante Belmont, où pendant de nombreuses années Ia Commission des écoles protestantes eut son siège, se trouve convertie en institution catholique et la grande salle située au centre du premier étage est transformée en chapelle, où les chômeurs trouveront le réconfort de la religion, tandis qu'ils joulront de tous les autres avantages dans le reste de l'édifice.

M. G.-A. Monette, architecte, a tenu à offrir son concours spontané et généreux à M. le chanoine Harbour et, d'après ses plans et sous sa surveillance, la spacieuse bâtisse est pourvue de salles d'attente, de toilette, de douches, de cuisine et de réfectoire. Les dortoirs, au premier étage, contiennent des couchettes à deux lits superposés. Déjà, les cuisines sont terminées et la vaisselle est entrée. Dans toutes les salles, de nombreux ouvriers travaillent hativement aujourd'hui à parachever les travaux les plus urgents et une équipe est, occupée à achever la construction d'un escalier de bois, du côté de la rue Laganchetière, escalier que devront prendre les chômeurs. La vieille clôture a été entièrement réparée et les chômeurs auront une grande cour pour s'y récréer.

[je-suis-ronflex]

Officiellement joueur de foot professionnel au FC Chômage

[lananiscorner]

Can we mayhaps get the pouding chomeur recipe?

Thanks for your ask, breadstickemporium,

you certainly may! This one is From Dylan B. Hollis' book "Baking yesteryear" and I can vouch for it being quite delicious:

Ingredients for the batter:

¼ cup / 55 g butter

½ cup / 100 g granulated sugar

2 tbsp maple syrup

yolks of 2 large eggs

1.5 cups / 210 g all-purpose flour

½ tsp baking powder

¼ tsp baking soda

¾ cup / 180 ml whole milk

Ingredients for the sauce:

¼ cup / 55 g butter

½ cup / 120 ml whole milk

1 1/3 cup / 290 g packed dark brown sugar

½ cup / 120 ml maple syrup

Pre-heat oven to 180 C.

In a large bowl, cream together butter, sugar and maple syrup until light and fluffy. Beat in egg yolks. May look separated.

In another bowl, combine flour, baking powder and baking soda. Add to cream mixture alternating with milk. Beat until no lumps remain.

In a sauce pan, mix together all remaining ingredients and bring to a boil, stirring occasionally. Boil for 5 minutes.

Grease 8 ramekins [or 1 12x8.5 inch baking dish, if you, like me, are lacking in ramekins].

Fill with batter.

Once the sauce mixture has reduced, pour over the batter.

Bake for 15-20 minutes (test with toothpick in the middle of the dish--it should come out clean).

Serve hot [though imo it still tastes good even if you're reheating it for 2 minutes in the microwave after you've had it in the fridge for a week].

[allbeendonebefore]

i've reached my quota but i am so close to finishing this article i can taste it so if i don't get this emailed to my boss before the oilers game starts, well.

(take it out on me not them hahahahaha!)

[stylized-corpse]

The Pudding Chomeur @ Porchfest - 05/19/2024

[lananiscorner]

Can't say I've ever had that specific dish/combination of ingredients, but I guess pouding chomeur works on a similar principle? You make a batter of butter, sugar, maple syrup, eggs, flour, baking powder, baking soda and milk, and the you pour on top of that a sauce made from butter, milk, dark brown sugar and maple syrup that's been boiled for 5 minutes.

And yeah, it's my favorite food ever. The first time I had it was when I moved to Canada for two years after college. I had literally just arrived at my hostel in the middle of March. It was 17 degrees below freezing with snow two feet high and my hostel recommended me a restaurant for local food. The cottage pie I had there was good, but the pouding chomeur made me cry on my plate because it was just that good and it made me feel warm and happy and home all over.

I would be tempted to eat that every week if I had my own oven (I just have two stovetop burners and a microwave).

Every time I read a recipe that touts a miraculous self-saucing cake or pudding, I scroll down to the bottom of the ingredients list and find that yep, it’s cocoa powder + brown sugar + boiling water, all poured over the top of the whatever before it goes into the oven. I’m not really much of a baker, but “chocolate upside-down pudding” was one of the first desserts I ever learned to make as a kid, and it’s somehow so comforting to realize that the technique itself is wildly popular, even if everyone seems to think it’s a home original that no one else knows how to do.

[bunny-jpeg]

how can i take your order? all you have to do is pick a dessert, drink and driver/character of your choosing! are you in the mood for a mille-feuille or a big slice of chocolate cake! please, please, please indicate who you want me to write about!!

the servers are from the following: formula one, call of duty, baldur's gate 3, haikyuu, one piece, jujustu kaisen, detective comics (dc), marvel comics (but i am open to any other fandoms you might have in mind! please do not hesitate to ask!!)

i do also accept polyam relationships! (pairing + reader), up to about four people! just to make it manageable on my end!

all orders can be made to the inbox for @bunny-jpeg and i'll get your order together asap! also let me know if you want it extra sweet or a little more spicy !

mille-feuille: “that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”

butter tart: "let's ruin ourselves for anyone else."

sugar pie: “gonna let daddy hear ya?”

zebra cake: "well, what do we have here?"

carrot cake: "swallow it. all of it."

millionaire shortcake: "if they saw you now, you'd be the biggest shame to your family."

pots de crème: "if a picture is worth a thousand words, then i could probably get a million dollars for this photo."

oat flapjacks: "i'm not scared of you."

persian rolls: "it's mandatory i finish. you getting to finish is a treat."

spice pie: "i didn't know it was possible to be a liar and a slut."

mushroom pie: "if you don't shut up. i'm going to shut you up."

lemon slice: "i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making."

swiss roll: "everything you own, everything you wear i paid for. so i guess that means i own you."

pumpkin pie: "i've met strays who were more obedient."

pastry braid: "your job is to make me cum. now get to work."

sausage roll: "i wonder how much i could get for photos of this cunt."

pithivier: "if you don't behave, i'll let the boys take care of you."

tiramisu: “my little slut to ruin.”

sponge toffee: "aw, is someone mad that they can only cum because of me?"

pull-apart bread: "i love you"

powered sugar donuts: "marry me."

blueberry bars: “gonna make you a mamma and you're gonna make me a daddy.”

pudding chomeur: "i don't share."

ice cream bars: “did you see the way he was eyeing you? he need to know you're mine."

chocolate cake: "do you feel that? that's what happens when i think about you all day."

soufflé: "i'll be gentle."

fried dough: "i know virginity is a stupid concept... but i want to take yours."

apple pie: "now be good and beg. thank you."

vanilla cheesecake: "where are your manners?"

berry trifle: "wrong. try again."

maple cream pie: "either you wear the necklace with my name on it, or wear my bruises around your neck."

s'more: "The accent gets to you, doesn't it?"

belgian waffles: "i cum in that every night."

pancakes: "if you bite me. i'll bite you back."

loaf of whole wheat bread: "you're going to shut that mouth and take me."

jos louis: "does someone need a daddy?"

maple taffy: "oh my god you're stupid."

snowballs: "don't worry, drug tests aren't till next week."

shortbread cookies: "and who does this belong to?"

flan: "i'm not possessive... i'm obsessive."

peach cake: "if you spill a drop, we start all over."

angel food cake: "if he fucks with me again, i'm finishing inside of you."

red velvet cupcake: "if you don't like being called a whore, then stop acting like one."

mince pie: "i'm not jealous."

banana bread: "i'm going to fuck that sweet pussy of yours until the only word your little brain can form is my name."

crumb cake: "if you just listened, all of this could've been avoided."

chocolate chip cookies: "you're beautiful when you smile, but you're the prettiest when my cock is in your throat"

nanaimo bars: "who's my pretty girl? c'mon say it."

coffee cake: "knees. now."

sourdough bread: "i'm going to breed you."

blueberry muffins: "i don't think it'll fit."

pound cake with strawberries: "you know i hate going over rules, but just because i like seeing you embarrassed, i'll tell you them again."

croissant: "i wonder if your father knows what happens during the off hours. if he knows you're here with me."

crepe: "pretty girl."

french toast: "you're trying to make me jealous!"

churros: "if you don't shut that little mouth of yours, i will stuff it full. okay?"

shortbread squares: "you're just mad that that my cock fits perfectly in you now. must be a blow to the ego that we're a perfect match."

savory pastry: "let your brother find out."

sweet pastry: "i'll make it all better."

eclairs: "the family's precious little girl. under me like a slut."

boston cream pie: "yeah, i'll use protection."

bagel: “gonna paint you with my teeth.”

crostata: “stupid slut, this is what you wanted huh? wanted me to fuck you like i hate you.”

tres leches: "i wonder if your brother know i cum in you."

peanut butter bars: “scratch me, bite me, just mark me sweetheart. show them I’m yours.”

eton mess: "be careful. your breath smells like cum."

scones: "but what if they see us!"

english muffin: "aw, is someone crying?"

honey cruller: "i forget how small you are sometimes."

banana split: "don't look at me like that."

beer brownies: "stick your tongue out anymore and you'll look like a dog."

fudge: "your father is pissing me off."

sticky toffee pudding: "the only way this is ending is you getting pregnant."

hot cross buns: "don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up."

brownies: "you're so much more agreeable when you have something to occupy that mouth of yours."

chocolate mousse: "the only necklace you need is my hand around your throat"

tim bits: "stupid little thing."

fruitcake: "i'll make tonight special."

cornmeal muffin: "i need you most."

devil's food cake: "you're my most unhealthy obsession."

crème caramel: "oh. you thought you were getting away from me?"

banana & chocolate muffins: "i'm only doing this because you need to learn how to behave, rules are rules, and you need to follow them."

custard tart: "i've never done this before."

cinnamon rolls: "no one needs to know."

mango sorbet: "you are by far the dumbest thing i've ever fucked. how did they even let you graduate?"

date squares: "you look better with my marks on you."

figgy duff: "if i buy it, will you stop pouting?"

spicy upside down cake: "let's play a game: don't get caught."

cream puffs: "let me finish inside."

profiteroles: "come away with me. for a week, together. anywhere you want, we'll go."

with a side of:

coffee: rivals

tea: semi-public/public sex

juice: cockwarming

mocha coffee: breeding kink

bubble tea: daddy kink

a vodka shot: rough sex

sparkling water: gentle sex

coconut water: alternate universe

energy drink: doggy style

champagne: sugar daddy situation

hard lemonade: possessive behaviour

espresso shot: dirty talking

a glass of wine: cowgirl position

ice capp coffee: werewolf au

bloody mary: vampire au

martini: mafia au

frozen latte: dumbification

frozen lemonade: consensual non-consent

cranberry juice: mean!character

glass of water: aftercare

chocolate milk: tenderness

milkshake: size kink

pina colada: pregnancy

cider: body worship

mai tai: loss of virginity

margarita: unprotected sex

mint julep: punishments

chai: biting/hickies

earl grey: big cock

fishbowl cocktail: protected sex

tonic water: age gap

matcha latte: collars/bondage

root beer: filming/recording

soda: jealousy

americano: oral sex

whisky: degrading language

vitamin water: dom/sub dynamic

irish coffee: high sex

sangria: drunk sex

dark roast coffee: sub!character

dark hot chocolate: sub!reader

iced tea: accidentally launching relationship

lemon water: university/college au

naked & famous: bimbo/ditzy!reader

on the house: author's choice!

ORDER UP!

[chaifootsteps]

Omg chai please drop your pouding chomeur recipe because that looks absolutely mouthwatering (also wishing the entire viv crit community a sane Halloween, god knows we need it)

Here it is! I went with the maple version because I'm fortunate enough to have access to pure maple syrup, but I'm sure the traditional would be amazing too!

[ontheticktick]

"Ohhhh, making a man choose between his favorite desserts is Guantanamo Bay-levels of cruelty," he chastised with an earnest shake of his head. "If I had to pick just one though, Pouding Chomeur. Yeah, LOVE me a good ol'-fashioned Pounding - I mean, Pouding. It's literally French for 'unemployed man puddling', which is both hilarious AND something that I've personally identified as on more than one occasion in my life."

[memoire2cite]

42 st Etienne 1981 les HLM Quartier de Monchovet une cité de 1260 lgts constr 1962/65 @ Arch GOUYON , HUR , CLEMENT , & MAUHAUDIER la plus grande barre d'Europe à sa création, elle a été un symbole de modernité, elle a été foudroyée le 27 mai 2000 son histoire ici https://www.ina.fr/.../la-demolition-de-la-muraille-de... & la https://www.ina.fr/.../le-developpement-de-la-ville-de...  https://www.rts.ch/archives/tv/information/temps-present/13937390-france-800000-chomeurs-de-20-ans.html?fbclid=IwAR1XhSUE3QISDJIMfkHIO-R7SXcgiQ8AJ7Xtqnpn-PVwm-bOP7zbgzV77_k

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"2,000 CHOMEURS S'ATTROUPENT DEVANT L'HOTEL DE VILLE DE VERDUN, A UNE HEURE TARDIVE," La Patrie. October 5, 1933. Page 4. ---- Le maire Hervé Ferland les harangue, et ils retournent à leurs domiciles respectifs, durant la nuit. - Conférence de la table ronde. ---- Un attroupement ouvrier des plus insolite s'est produit hier soir, vers onze heures, en face de l'hôtel de ville de Verdun, où se terminait la séance de conseil. Quelque deux mille personnes, membres de la Verdun Labor Union, et de la Verdun Workingmen's Association so tinrent à l'intersection des avenues Evelyn et de l'Eglise, et demandèrent au maire, M. Hervé Ferland, je se présenter pour qu'il entendit leurs demandes. On n'ignore pas que les travaux de secours vont cesser mercredi prochain à dun, et que la municipalité est incapable de continuer plus avant dans des entreprises du genre, dit-il, sans aide extérieure.

Le maire Ferland se présenta avec quelques échevine, et l'interview dura jusqu'à une heure a de la nuit. Il fut décidé que mardi matin prochain, à 10 h. 30. aura lieu une sorte de conférence que l'on nomme d'avance, de la $ "table ronde", assemblée à la quelle assisteront des représentants de la Verdun Workmen's Association, de la Verdun Labor Union, du conseil de ville, de la Ligue des propriétaires de Ver- dun. On invite aussi MM. Georges P. Laurin, député, John-A. Sullivan, député, et les honorables MM. L.-A. Taschereau, premier ministre, et W.-A. Gordon, ministre du travail, à Ottawa.

M. Ferland en répondant déclara qu'il avait fait tout en son possible pour aider les sans-travail, qui se totalisent actuellement à 20.000, soit un tiers de la population.

Quelqu’un suggéra de prendre les camions de la ville, d'y faire monter des sans-travail, et d'aller manifester en face du parlement fédéral, à Ottawa. M. Ferland répondit que l'on ne pouvait pas ainsi disposer de l'argent de la municipalité.

M. Ferland a confié, à l'issue de la réunion, qu'il espérait que les représentants des gouvernements de la province et du dominion enverraient des inspecteurs Ver-constater, de visu, la situation actuelle à Verdun. "Ils se décideraient peut-être à agir, alors".

AU CONSEIL Le conseil de ville de Verdun, hier soir, adopté une résolution augmentant l'évaluation des propriétés de la Montreal Light Heat and Power Consolidated, de $378.000 a $2,500,000.

Le conseil voulait également hausser l'évaluation des immeubles de la Bell Telephone Company, de $100.000 a $600.000. Un représentant de la société offrit de fixer lo montant a $140.000. Le conseil ajourna sa décision, pour étudier cette dernière offre. Il y eut un léger débat entre les avocats T.-R. Ker. de la M. L. H. & P. et Francis Fauteux, de la municipalité, touchant le bienfondé de la somme de $2.500.000 d'évaluation. Le vote du conseil fut unanime.

Le représentant de la Bell Telephone jugea ridicule l'évaluation de $600.00 des propriétés de la firme quill représente.

La question de la première évaluation, a $53,900 de la Cedar Rapide Power and Development Company resta aussi sur le tapis.

[je-suis-ronflex]

Par contre Pôle Emploi je vais les démarrer j'ai écris à ma conseillère pour lui dire "coucou en fait j'ai un contrat donc je ne viendrai pas au rdv obligatoire par contre comme je suis a temps partiel est-ce que je peux avoir un bout de chômage merci bisous" et c'est pas la meuf elle valide mon contrat MAIS elle ne répond à aucune de mes autres questions ???? je vais lui pourrir sa boite mail c'est pas grave

[maplethief]

Pouding Chomeur Cookie reached into her deep coat pockets, running her hands along the contents as if to check that they were still there. Wallets, crystals, gems, gourmet jellies (of which she'd nibbled a couple,) and lots and lots of handkerchiefs. She was supposed to meet a fence on the outskirts of Cuckoo Town, but they were late, and it was starting to make her uneasy. She couldn't risk standing out here carrying the evidence of her crimes, but she needed the coins, and given her history, not many cookies in town were willing to buy from her.

[allbeendonebefore]

Eating green onion cakes in the last 2 minutes of the third and the OT fucking WORKS

(I'm sorry Montreal I did try)

The promised pouding chomeur and poutine

[bunny-jpeg]

Charles Leclerc + pudding chomeur + sangria

bakery menu

thank you for ordering from the menu! orders are still open, so please hit me up! i'd love to make something up for you, these have been a ton of fun and i hope to make more in the future! thank you for all the support! a nice short and sweet prompt for the lovely people at home!

pudding chomeur ("i don't share.") + sangria (drunk sex) served by charles leclerc (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, drunk sex, facetime calls (sorry max!), jealousy, a touch of possessive behavior (but he loves you so much), doggy style, dirty talk, everyone's drunk

charles never considered himself to be a possessive man. there was no reason to be, jealousy was never a good look on him. he had beautiful green eyes, but he was no green eyed monster. but he very much didn't like how max was talking to you.

he also didn't like that the wold champion was eyeing your cleavage then looking to charles in the near distance of the club you were all at. those blue eyes looked to charles, almost daring him with what he was going to do next. max practically had you cornered while you rambled in your drunken state, what was charles going to do?

the devil was a talker, and he was currently in charles' ear.

back in your apartment, charles' hands rarely left your body. you stumbled a little into the apartment as you kicked off your heels and ended up on the couch. but you weren't on there long before charles had you back on your now-bare feet and headed towards the bedroom. charles held onto you tightly as he walked into the room, only to let you go as he pushed you onto the bed.

"strip." he said, flushed in the face and a little out of breath. something came over your charming, loving boyfriend when he got enough alcohol in him. pink in the cheeks down to his neck and his insatiable need for you.

"strip?"

he nodded as he started to undo his linen white shirt, his hands were a little shaky as he got his shirt off, he wore no undershirt and then worked on the belt of his pants. you got your dress off before charles has the chance to rip it off of you.

"you're mine."

"charles."

"say it."

you sat on the edge of the bed, now naked. you then swallowed and said, "i'm yours, charles." you shifted in your spot, "now and forever."

he got his slacks off and soon his underwear. he admired your nude form once you slipped your lace panties off. he watched them fall to the ground before he pounced on you. he pressed himself against you for a moment before he got you on your elbows and knees. your face pressed into the mattress, you moaned as he brushed his cock up against your cunt. "say it again."

"i'm yours, charles." you moaned as you arched your back a little. that was what he liked to hear. it polluted his brain more than the alcohol and it made his cock twitch.

"that's what i like to hear. i'm never sharing you, you are mine and mine alone." he didn't need max's hands all over you. not all over what was his. he continued to rub against you before he sank his cock into you. he covered your body mostly with his as he got all the way the root of his cock.

"charles!" you squeaked as you held onto the covers under you. his pace wasn't gentle, it was rough and it made the back of your skull throb with the intensity of it. when charles was drunk, he fucked you like an animal. a far cry from the gentle pretty boy most thought of his as.

he couldn't help it, something about you mixed with hard liquor made everything fire off in his brain. he needed you, he hungered for you. as he fucked you till you were moaning, he grabbed his phone from his pants that were on the bed. he propped it up on the pillows and as he drunkingly fucked you, he called the only person he could think of.

before max could even say hello, he was greeted to the sounds of your fucking. from your high pitched noises to the creak of the bed. he could see you, but most of all see charles' hungry, drunk gaze.

max chuckled and said, "i guess you're sharing now." his voice low as he admired how charles was fucking you. it was messy sex, the kind of sex that the predestined shouldn't be having.

he said through a tense jaw, "i don't share." then continued to shove your face further into the bed. he looked towards the camera and saw max on the screen, "don't put your hands on her again."

max shifted a little in his bed and was all smiles. even in the low light of the room, charles could see the heat in the drunk verstappen's face. in only fueled him to fuck you harder. max said quietly, "no need to be so rough her, mate. she's not going anywhere."

charles could tell that max's other hand was down the front his sweatpants. he knew that bastard was jerking off to this. he looked back to the back of your head as he loomed over you. his thrusts were hard and made you whine with each movement.

only he could drive you crazy. your noises were angelic and it bled pleasure into charles' head. he briefly looked at max on screen and smiled. all three of you were painfully drunk. max's heavy pants could be heard, but you were lost in your own sexual euphoria. charles continued to fuck you roughly, he watched your ass bounce against his cock as he fucked you right into the mattress.

"please, charles." you whined as you felt everything fill your head. it was painfully hot. there was nothing else quite like it. you drooled onto the bed as he fucked you. the pleasure made your head feel heavy. it was a sick sexual heat that left you clamoring for more. you were drunk and your lover was drunk.

"i got you, baby." he said, he could feel the sweat down his back as he rutted up inside of you, "you look so beautiful. tell me who you belong to, who fucks you just right." who owns you, were the unspoken words.

you whined, not knowing max was on call, "charles. fuck, you, it's you!' and you clawed at the covers, you felt the urge to climax. you moaned heavily as he continued to fuck you.

you both didn't last long, and neither did max. you came first with a harsh moan which only spurred charles to finish inside of you with a loud groan, that bordered on high pitched. and max bit into his palm as he came to not alert you that you were being filmed. charles wiped his eyes to focus himself before he turned off the call without even saying goodbye, leaving max to clean up his own mess. the phone was put further on the bed before charles got you onto your back.

he admired your sweaty features and your blissed out state. he licked his lips before he hiked up your hips, "i'm not done with you. i'm going to mark you so max never touches you again."

-

the next morning, charles woke up and checked his phone through bleary eyes. he had very recollection of last night once the two of you got home. he noticed that he was on facetime with max for over half an hour. he assumed he had fallen asleep while they had a conversation.

that was until he checked the text message that the driver sent him. the words made charles' eyes go wide.

'she looked good under you. maybe next time i can join." <3

[aurianneor]

Die Dezivilisierung

Decivilisation ist das neue Modewort. Die französische Regierung hat nur noch dieses Wort im Mund, um Arbeiter, die auf die Straße gehen, Jugendliche in den Vorstädten oder Umweltaktivisten in den zu verteidigenden Zonen zu bezeichnen. Alle Rechten in Europa verwenden das gleiche Wort, um zu sagen, dass Europa seine Zivilisation verliert und durch barbarische Migranten ersetzt wird. „Indem Emmanuel Macron den Begriff „Dezivilisierung“ verwendet, um die Zunahme der Gewalt in Frankreich in den letzten Monaten zu beschreiben, greift er auf kontroverse und widersprüchliche Begriffe zurück, um das zu bezeichnen, was er heute für eine politische Realität hält“.

Das Wort Dezivilisierung ist ein Begriff, der 1939 von dem deutschen Soziologen Norbert Elias geprägt wurde und erklärt, wie Faschisten die Wissenschaft, Intelligenz und Zivilisation in Frage stellen, um nur an die Emotionen der Menschen zu appellieren und die Demokratie zu zerstören. Faschisten verbrennen Bücher und verfolgen Intellektuelle mit dem pseudodarwinistischen Argument, man müsse die Starken begünstigen und aufhören, die Schwachen zu schützen, da dies unnatürlich sei.

In Frankreich gibt es seit den 1990er Jahren eine freiwillige Anstrengung zur Dezivilisierung. Jacques Chirac rechtfertigte 1991 die Gewalt gegen Einwanderer wegen des Lärms und des Geruchs. (https://www.ina.fr/ina-eclaire-actu/video/s1152333_001/le-bruit-et-l-odeur-de-jacques-chirac). Zum ersten Mal rechtfertigte ein politischer Führer, sich wie ein Rüpel zu verhalten, anstatt die Regeln der Gesellschaft zu nutzen, und er wurde 1995 gewählt. Im Jahr 2005 reduziert Nicolas Sarkozy und der Kärcher(https://www.ina.fr/ina-eclaire-actu/nicolas-sarkozy-en-2005-le-terme-nettoyer-au-karcher-est-un-terme-qui-s-impose) die Bewohner der Vorstädte auf Schmutz. Das bedeutet, einen Teil der Bevölkerung zu entmenschlichen. Im Jahr 2018 behauptet der Präsident der Republik, Emmanuel Macron, dass man nur die Straße überqueren müsse, um Arbeit zu finden(https://www.rtbf.be/article/je-traverse-la-rue-et-je-vous-trouve-du-travail-jonathan-chomeur-a-mal-digere-les-conseils-de-macron-10022373). Wenn es Führungspersönlichkeiten sind, die in diesen Worten sprechen, sind sie die Akteure der Dezivilisierung. Wenn sie illegitime Behörden einsetzen, in denen die Menschen keine Möglichkeit haben, sich zu äußern, bleibt nur noch Ökoterrorismus oder Gewalt auf der Straße. Eine Debatte ist nicht mehr möglich.

Noch nie gab es so viele Disziplinarstrafen in der Nationalversammlung wie während der Amtszeit von Emmanuel Macron. Anstatt Haltung und Würde zu zeigen, benehmen sich die Abgeordneten, unter anderem von La France Insoumise, wie Wilde. Barbaren sind diejenigen, die nach Dezivilisierung schreien. (https://www.lemonde.fr/les-decodeurs/article/2023/07/21/a-l-assemblee-nationale-un-nombre-record-de-sanctions-depuis-la-reelection-d-emmanuel-macron_6182897_4355770.html). Die ersten, die den Prozess der Dezivilisierung fördern, kommen von denjenigen, die eigentlich mit gutem Beispiel vorangehen und Möglichkeiten zur Organisation von Debatten zur gewaltfreien Beilegung von Meinungsverschiedenheiten umsetzen sollten. Dasselbe geschieht in allen westlichen Demokratien. Die gewählten Volksvertreter wetteifern in ihren Ausfällen und die extreme Rechte klatscht Beifall und gewinnt die Wahlen. Wenn man Brutalität vorlebt, stellt man die Angst in den Menschen wieder her, die dann nach einem Beschützer suchen. Giorgia Meloni gibt vor, das Volk wie eine Mutter ihre Kinder zu beschützen (Wie verändern Frauen die moderne extreme Rechte? | ARTE Kreatur: https://youtu.be/Z4OUjrHDlQI). In Schweden haben die Behörden eine Demonstration von Menschen, die einen Koran verbrennen, akzeptiert(https://www.tdg.ch/la-police-autorise-un-rassemblement-qui-prevoit-de-bruler-le-coran-434500290221). In den Parlamenten werden die Abgeordneten handgreiflich, machen Lärm, um andere am Reden zu hindern, etc.

Wenn es keine Justiz und keine Polizei gibt, die ihn verteidigen, muss sich der Bürger einen Beschützer suchen, der Gewalt anwendet. Politische Persönlichkeiten haben die Gesellschaft in Brand gesetzt, indem sie die Gewalt bestätigten. Die ersten Brandstifter sind diejenigen, die die Verantwortung tragen. Es braucht Regeln, um die Bürger zu schützen und nicht die Schläger entscheiden zu lassen und die Mittel dafür einzusetzen. Es ist das Fehlen von Zivilisation, das uns in Gefahr bringt. Wir müssen die Barrieren aufrechterhalten, die die Menschen davon abhalten, sich wie Unmenschen zu verhalten.

„Es ist unsere Gesellschaft, in ihrer toxischen Beziehung zur Natur und zum Anderen, die zutiefst gewalttätig ist. Wir geben gigantische Summen aus, um Böden zu töten, Menschen zu vergiften, die Länder des Südens zu verarmen, Milliarden von Tieren zu schlachten oder Migranten ins Meer zu treiben. Der kamerunische Historiker Achille Mbembe spricht von „Nekropolitik“, um diese mit Leichen übersäte moderne Zivilisation zu beschreiben, in der „die methodische Verwaltung des Todes“ Wissenschaft, Armee, Industrie und Technik mobilisiert“. (https://reporterre.net/La-decivilisation-est-une-chance).

Décivilisation” : histoire de la violence (et de sa récupération politique): https://www.radiofrance.fr/franceculture/podcasts/l-invite-e-des-matins/decivilisation-histoire-de-la-violence-et-de-sa-recuperation-politique-8351283

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La décivilisation: https://www.aurianneor.org/la-decivilisation/

Decivilisation: https://www.aurianneor.org/decivilisation/

La descivilización: https://www.aurianneor.org/la-descivilizacion/

Illegitime Behörden: https://www.aurianneor.org/illegitime-behorden/

Ökoterrorismus: https://www.aurianneor.org/okoterrorismus/

Wie kann man Vertrauen zurückgewinnen?: https://www.aurianneor.org/wie-kann-man-vertrauen-zuruckgewinnen/

Polizei und Justiz für das Volk: https://www.aurianneor.org/polizei-und-justiz-fur-das-volk/

Polizei, Armee: https://www.aurianneor.org/polizei-armee/

When might is right: https://www.aurianneor.org/when-force-is-right/

The moral compass: https://www.aurianneor.org/the-moral-compass/

La preuve qu’on sait ne pas se battre. – Quand la force n’est pas légitime…:https://www.aurianneor.org/la-preuve-quon-sait-ne-pas-se-battre-quand-la/

Mein Wert ist weder Markt noch Rasse: https://www.aurianneor.org/mein-wert-ist-weder-markt-noch-rasse/

Nos ancêtres les marrons: https://www.aurianneor.org/nos-ancetres-les-marrons-il-nexiste-quune-seule/

Quelle époque!: https://www.aurianneor.org/quelle-epoque-soyons-daccord-emmanuel-macron/