Endgame: When Power Stops Playing

November 23, 2025. The capital awakens confused, exhausted, resigned. Nothing new under the sun; for a year, nothing shocks anymore, nothing mobilizes anymore. The abnormal has swallowed the norm. We have reached the stage where even chaos seems routine. Here, the wolves no longer hide: they roam openly. So, what is there left to believe? What is left to see to understand?

While the country sinks into uncertainty, conflicts of interest and political maneuvers set the pace. Power is disputed like a bad inheritance, without vision and without shame. The national team, for its part, offers a surge of pride by qualifying for the World Cup. A breath of fresh air. A brief respite. But let's be honest: politically, this euphoria will be co-opted, instrumentalized, swallowed by the machine.

Tick-tock… We are in extra time, and the clock is ticking for the CPT as well as for the Primature. What is needed now? Change? Reshuffle? Politically decapitate? Everything is conceivable behind the scenes… but as always, nothing is truly feasible. This is the real tragedy: a system where the impossible reigns not due to incapacity, but by calculation.

This weekend promises to be heavy, and the coming weeks even more so. Too much theater, too much staging, and zero action. Ladies and gentlemen, decision-makers: the country no longer needs behind-the-scenes dialogues. It finally awaits a real act.

The Editorial Board