Need to find new leaders: would Emmanuel Macron have missed the wagon?

It was March 16, an eternity facing a stunned country on the first day of confinement, the stormy young anti-system Head of State dressed in a 5-star General uniform.

Or how, with gaullian accents, of bosses of a "start up nation" one turns into "Father of the Nation".

A month later, on April 13, facing a helpless, worried country, confined for a month, here is our General who turns into "Commander" by brandishing the First article of the universal declaration of Human Rights.

Or how the young business banker with Mitterrand accents turned into a revolutionary in 1789.

What outfit will he appear in a few minutes?

When the outfit of the mobilizing troop leader unravels under the effect of the shortage then of the surplus of masks, when the outfit of the Revolutionary tears inexorably under the effect of the social plans which accumulate.

The "shirt-sleeved" rather than in costume facing the yellow vests and then the world of culture did not really have the expected effect.

And three months of confinement later, 30,000 dead later, several hundred thousand more unemployed later, the popularity rating stagnates desperately below 40%.

What outfit to donate to give a future to young people entering the job market, blown up in their dreams by the most serious economic recession in a looming century?

What outfit should be worn to reassure seniors, according to the new term established by COVID, abandoned on the side of the road?

What costume do you have to put on to face a youth of the suburbs and elsewhere who suddenly gets up, electrified by a knee on the ground becoming the symbol in France as in the world of a new planetary revolt which points?

How to become again the reformer triumphantly elected yesterday, while assuming this protective role that a whole country demands today?

How to embody a vision while assuming daily stewardship and management with an overwhelmed administration?

How to escape from this "curse of the President" which struck its two predecessors, one too vibrating reformer, the other too banal normal, in the arms of which this restive and versatile country, had thrown itself to better reject them all as fast ?

Elected at the age of 39, Emmanuel Macron perhaps dreamed of a fate like Jacinda Ardern, the young and inexperienced New Zealand prime minister who has become a global model, between authoritarianism and compassion for his people in the management of epidemic.

It is undoubtedly already too late for Emmanuel Macron, and it is more probably another costume which he will wear in a few minutes, that of one of his mentors in the history of France, a Tiger costume, that of a politician who, in his time, overturned a system, that of a soldier who straightened an army: Georges Clémenceau.

Because shaken by the unprecedented crisis that we have just gone through, whoever wanted to shake the table has obviously received a message.

But should this be why he applies one of the favorite adages, signed precisely by his mentor Clémenceau: "You have to know what you want, when you know it, you have to have the courage to say it, when you say it, you have to have the courage to do it. "