From its 34 years (if the value does not expect the number of years, stupidity sometimes seems to be inversely proportional) Mossieu Glucksmann, "son of" (otherwise we would have never published such a cloth), just tell us the anarcho-libertarian society sixty-huitarde post is in danger. Anti -Zemmour so at a discount, Glucksmann Junior has neither the talent of his poor father, or the culture that it would be permitted to write a "manual" as emphasized by the roaring subtitle of this shim walk furniture. Mr. Glucksmann Son, already in exile as advisor of Georgian government (it is always easier to go and serve foreign governments while criticizing his own country), wrote (or rather brouilloné) a bunch of big words without argument nor literary contruction worthy of the name. In short, without the name of Papa, this assemblage of sheets (I dare not say pounds) would have ended up in the trash of a publishing house. The anti-Zemmour made "spritz". Very poor job, no effort, Mr Son Glucksmann you redouble your CM2.