Globalization passes the weapon to the left, through Luc Le Vaillant – Liberation

My dear globalization,

It’s quite incredible, what happens to you and how, over time, you change sighors and caregivers. For a long time, you were the darling of the most calm neoliberals and the great hated of the forces of progress. Then, you became a pale nuisance and an ordinary evidence to which the most reluctance ended up accumulating. And now you fall from above, pushed in the back by Trump who had the profile to be one of your most ardent supporters. Degraded, you become desired again. Your fall in the channel of American selfishness for the most beautiful internationalists. And everyone to forget Illico that you have long been a predator who put intersectional rimmel to her eyelashes, just to make elevation in the global south while sadding it and filling the trunk with the disacculed treasure of the ultra -ties.

My beautiful globalization, the unions of old democracies have seen you come with suspicion. They had predicted that you were going to kill their decaying industries. And you did it. They suspected that you were going to unzip social gains. And that didn’t miss it. They anticipated that you were going to bazard the pride workers and torpedo the manufacturing prowess. And this happened to the point that the proletariat, which has lost to its name, is reduced to tapping its smartphones and depressing between conversion, downgrading and resourceful. Fordism has become planetary and the sharing of global work. THE