Focault was a charlatan. An ignorant product of a guilt ridden ultra-catholic education, barely understanding anything beyond grammar and vocabulary, Focault set himself to tailor the most wonderful set of clothing for Marianne. He ended up a bureaucrat qualified only in academic squabbles. Now, his priests, are all the same: raised by social support, people who never had to work a day in their lives beyond filling forms and writing conformist essays glorifying whatever their academic master approved. All formed in the humanism, completely ignorant of science or even formal logic, these people come to defend their academic chairs and the promise of a state pension. All are gaining their living from translating or re-tuning "the truth" of Focault.
Otherwise a very nice exercise of turning hypocrisy and provincial ignorance into vision with the power of hindsight.
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