The party candidate the Republicans, in difficulty less than a month of the first round of the presidential election, was on the move in the department of the former head of state, Friday.
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In this campaign sown spines, Brive-la-Gaillarde will probably remain as a suspended moment, happy. Relieved to have managed his debate in front of Eric Zemmour – followed the day before by 5 million viewers of TF1 – Valérie Pécresse arrived all smile at Orly airport on Friday 11 March in the morning, before embarking for the corrèze . “The French realized that there was on one side solutions, and on the other hand, disorder and economic bankruptcy”, she summarizes. In his wake, the boss of the party the Republicans (LR), Christian Jacob, rent a “welcome sequence”, which allows to “install another narrative”, less black, while the candidate of LR oscillates between fourth and fifth place. in polls.
At four weeks of the first round, Valérie Pécresse had chosen to afford a comforting halt in Chiraquia, on the lands of the former president, and his. She and her husband have a house in Compelling, 80 kilometers from Brive. The very morning, she received the anointing of Claude Chirac, in the mountain . While the rallyings of elected lrs in Emmanuel Macron multiply, the daughter of the former head of state explains his support by “fidelity”, “essential” in “these times of political confusion and individual attitude” .
The Chiraquians know in air holes, even in black holes, these fights that appear lost in advance. On January 9, 1995, the Journalist Arlette Chabot had aroused the fury of Chirac, then mocked and ridiculed, to the depths of the polls, asking him if he intended to go “until the end” in a campaign dominated by Lionel Jospin and Edouard Balladur. “Nothing is played”, so wants Jacob.
“A boxing fight!”
A Brive, Pécresse visited the Silab cosmetic laboratory, the opportunity to boast a project focused on “territories”, before making the tour of the traders of the Gaillarde Hall, a market covered center. “Then, the young people?”, “Corrèze is fine?”, She interviews the cantonade, between the cheese factory and the fishmonger. “A true Chiraquian, you!” She slips, Jacob, who squirts in a plate of ham. In front of the bottles of the cavist with singular labels, “The great pan (is alive)” or “we do not suffer”, she heals the image of a candidate of proximity, in the wake of his mentor Jacques Chirac. The welcome is kind. Sometimes favorable for this candidate “who knows his records”, without being “a great communicante”.
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