Et encore

[Anonyme]

Sur le sujet, on a une politique publique de longue durée (égouts de Belgrand) que le monde nous envie (si si), qui fournit un service exemplaire à très bon marché, qui a permis la création de groupe mondiaux (Saur, Suez, Veolia) avec une part consacrée à la coopération internationale et qui est parfaitement lisible et en amélioration continue.

Et on a une communication institutionnelle désastreuse (ça semble un milliard pour une lubie d'Hidalgo repoussée trois fois à quelques jours des JO) avec une absence de compréhension du public qui sera prêt à payer de l'eau minérale soumise seulement à une TVA réduite mais sans gérer les externalités et une méconnaissance totale de la technique liée qui va finir par amener à une pénurie localisée en ressource.

L'Elbe était extrémement pollué par les usines tchécoslovaques. Les Allemands (état fédéral, lander mais aussi simples citoyens concernés) se sont emparés du sujet. En dix ans le fleuve était redevenu praticable et j'ai eu le plaisir de nager quelques kilomètres à Dresde avec une foule de participants, déguisement dans la flotte et bière saucisse à la sortie, pour célébrer et impliquer. Organisé par la société civile qui existe de l'autre coté du Rhin, alors que la France semble peuplée de gratteurs.

Il n'y a bien que les Français pour d'une part râler sur une facture de 150 euros et d'autre part proposer à 500 euros la nuitée son AirBnb pendant les JO sous le prétexte qu'il y a trente ans - quand l'immobilier valait une fraction de ce qu'il est actuellement- cette obligation n'existait pas.

Tellement vrai.

 

[moietmoi]

Ces mesures ne sont pas un diktat lié aux JO pour les seules communes franciliennes.

Il y a peut être des mesures similaires. Mais ici le décret fait explicitement référence aux jeux olympiques.

 

[PepeR]

Il y a peut être des mesures similaires. Mais ici le décret fait explicitement référence aux jeux olympiques.

C'est bien là que le bât blesse.

Les ingénieurs du XIXe siècle, dont le susnommé Belgrand, avaient en tête l'intérêt général, à l'esprit la science et dans le sang la permanence des siècles.

Les politiques du XIXe siècle ont du mal à dépasser l'instant, le slogan, la communication.

Le fonctionnaire qui a pondu ce décret a dû se dire que mettre le mot JO dedans allait lui permettre d'augmenter son score au Scrabble administratif et mettre une ligne sur son CV pour changer de poste dans deux ans. "J'ai participé à la création d'un formulaire spécial JO sur le branchement des toilettes du Val-de-Marne". Alors que déclarer nettoyer une fois pour toute la Seine - parce que l'enjeu est celui-ci - ça fait un peu prétentieux et évident.

 

[PepeR]

The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part;
But the Sons of Martha favour their Mother of the careful soul and the troubled heart.
And because she lost her temper once, and because she was rude to the Lord her Guest,
Her Sons must wait upon Mary’s Sons, world without end, reprieve, or rest.

It is their care in all the ages to take the buffet and cushion the shock.
It is their care that the gear engages; it is their care that the switches lock.
It is their care that the wheels run truly; it is their care to embark and entrain,
Tally, transport, and deliver duly the Sons of Mary by land and main.

They say to mountains, ” Be ye removèd” They say to the lesser floods ” Be dry.”
Under their rods are the rocks reprovèd – they are not afraid of that which is high.
Then do the hill tops shake to the summit – then is the bed of the deep laid bare,
That the Sons of Mary may overcome it, pleasantly sleeping and unaware.

They finger death at their gloves’ end where they piece and repiece the living wires.
He rears against the gates they tend: they feed him hungry behind their fires.
Early at dawn, ere men see clear, they stumble into his terrible stall,
And hale him forth like a haltered steer, and goad and turn him till evenfall.

To these from birth is Belief forbidden; from these till death is Relief afar.
They are concerned with matters hidden – under the earthline their altars are
The secret fountains to follow up, waters withdrawn to restore to the mouth,
And gather the floods as in a cup, and pour them again at a city’s drouth.

They do not preach that their God will rouse them a little before the nuts work loose.
They do not teach that His Pity allows them to leave their job when they damn-well choose.
As in the thronged and the lighted ways, so in the dark and the desert they stand,
Wary and watchful all their days that their brethren’s days may be long in the land.

Raise ye the stone or cleave the wood to make a path more fair or flat;
Lo, it is black already with blood some Son of Martha spilled for that !
Not as a ladder from earth to Heaven, not as a witness to any creed,
But simple service simply given to his own kind in their common need.

And the Sons of Mary smile and are blessèd – they know the angels are on their side.
They know in them is the Grace confessèd, and for them are the Mercies multiplied.
They sit at the Feet – they hear the Word – they see how truly the Promise runs.
They have cast their burden upon the Lord, and – the Lord He lays it on Martha’s Sons !

Rudyard KIPLING

 

[moietmoi]

The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part;
But the Sons of Martha favour their Mother of the careful soul and the troubled heart.
And because she lost her temper once, and because she was rude to the Lord her Guest,
Her Sons must wait upon Mary’s Sons, world without end, reprieve, or rest.

It is their care in all the ages to take the buffet and cushion the shock.
It is their care that the gear engages; it is their care that the switches lock.
It is their care that the wheels run truly; it is their care to embark and entrain,
Tally, transport, and deliver duly the Sons of Mary by land and main.

They say to mountains, ” Be ye removèd” They say to the lesser floods ” Be dry.”
Under their rods are the rocks reprovèd – they are not afraid of that which is high.
Then do the hill tops shake to the summit – then is the bed of the deep laid bare,
That the Sons of Mary may overcome it, pleasantly sleeping and unaware.

They finger death at their gloves’ end where they piece and repiece the living wires.
He rears against the gates they tend: they feed him hungry behind their fires.
Early at dawn, ere men see clear, they stumble into his terrible stall,
And hale him forth like a haltered steer, and goad and turn him till evenfall.

To these from birth is Belief forbidden; from these till death is Relief afar.
They are concerned with matters hidden – under the earthline their altars are
The secret fountains to follow up, waters withdrawn to restore to the mouth,
And gather the floods as in a cup, and pour them again at a city’s drouth.

They do not preach that their God will rouse them a little before the nuts work loose.
They do not teach that His Pity allows them to leave their job when they damn-well choose.
As in the thronged and the lighted ways, so in the dark and the desert they stand,
Wary and watchful all their days that their brethren’s days may be long in the land.

Raise ye the stone or cleave the wood to make a path more fair or flat;
Lo, it is black already with blood some Son of Martha spilled for that !
Not as a ladder from earth to Heaven, not as a witness to any creed,
But simple service simply given to his own kind in their common need.

And the Sons of Mary smile and are blessèd – they know the angels are on their side.
They know in them is the Grace confessèd, and for them are the Mercies multiplied.
They sit at the Feet – they hear the Word – they see how truly the Promise runs.
They have cast their burden upon the Lord, and – the Lord He lays it on Martha’s Sons !

Rudyard KIPLING

Est ce que cela t'aide?

 

[Anonyme]

Est ce que cela t'aide?

Oui