Vade retro Satana! Vade retro Satana! Vade retro Satana! (Be gone, Devil.) How many times over the past sixty years have we heard these incantations? Government buildings have had their every corner decontaminated of this devil lurking beneath desks and armchairs... Yet, despite preparation sessions for this hunt for devils, carefully prepared on the 13 Mai square, far from it, evil persists, ravages, even amplifies. Last Friday, to the arsenal of the devil's disciples were added, according to the Lord's shepherds, colleagues in black robes with sharpened compasses, devotees of child sacrifices on the altar of materialistic opulence. They terrorize parents to the point that the latter demand, in return, an eye for an eye against these traitorous priests. The zeal of the true shepherds, who distinguish themselves with their white robes, only redoubles. Thus it is: Madagascar, forever hunting the curse sown by the devil or demon, as the case may be. But, thinking about it carefully, in these times of refoundation where authenticity is sought, should we not be content with traditional garb on Fridays, but rather resort to our good ombiasy who heal us from evil and adversity, those who turn bullets into water, those who strike at will and from a distance? Perhaps we will see more results and society will be better for it. Joking aside, this is a contribution of derision. "One of the means of extirpating frustration is undoubtedly derision," said Youssef Chahine, or again: "Derision in all things is the ultimate defiance of misfortune." M.Ranarivao