The editorial team continues its new weekly series. Our foliosopher will address social issues that may touch on politics, and vice versa, but always without overthinking. Besides, it's the weekend! Welcome, friend of Saturday. Our cabinet examines today a patient that refuses to die, contagious for centuries, and stubbornly refusing any cure: the disease of ary-ianao-ism. Ary ianao? And you? It's the classic response of the Gasy who has no answer. The Gasy who has no arguments. So his best defense is attack. He returns the ball. And if you're foolish enough to take it, you fall into his trap. From accuser, you become the accused. "Why didn't you wash the car?" "And you, why didn't you wash the motorcycle?" If you try to justify yourself about the motorcycle, then the car disappears from the conversation. We forget the original subject. And the perverse hysteric will take advantage to accelerate. After the motorcycle, he'll move on to the motorcycle, the bicycle and the wheelbarrow, which you didn't wash. Or forgot to repair. Or put in the wrong place. It doesn't matter, the essential thing is to entangle you up to your neck. At least. Replying "Ary ianao?" is first a sign of arrogance. That of those who cannot bear to be caught at fault, and who seek an escape route to avoid having to explain themselves. Or even worse, to apologize. But this behavior is above all a sign of immaturity. That of those who lack the mental or moral capacity to admit their wrongs. The disease of those who always want the last word. That of those who have a chronic inability to question themselves. Ary ianao then becomes the magic formula of miala-pà. Through exchanges of ary ianao, we forbid ourselves from taking responsibility. We encourage ourselves to flee our responsibilities. Instead, we reinforce the arrogance that serves as a screen for immaturity. The ary-ianao-ists fill schools, homes, churches, businesses, ministries, poor neighborhoods and service clubs. The Bible even theologized the pathology: "Why do you look at the speck in your neighbor's eye, and do not see the beam in your own eye?" From colleague to citizen, from sefo fokontany to neighbor, from deputy to peasant, from minister to taxi driver: by the end of the day, it's the whole country that dips its brain in mud. Because ary-ianao-ists also abound in the world of politics. Why did you stage a coup? Ary ianao, why did you grant tax exemptions for your businesses? Why did you embezzle funds? Ary ianao, why did you steal cars? Why are you selling the country to French interests? Ary ianao, why are you prostituting yourself for trouble? Why are you distributing briefcases to politicians? Ary ianao, why are you raising herds of kaonty fako? And so on and so forth. Ary ianao, do you have this mental illness? Consultation ended. Prescription delivered free of charge. Thus speaks the foliosopher of that rings a bell. Who will see you next Saturday.