max 8th January 2015 A laughter that will bury us all Yesterday I went to Trafalgar square with a couple of good friends for the vigil held for the Charlie Hebdo carnage. A massacre that indeed came as a punch in the stomach for a variety of reasons: its brutality, the assassins’ meticulous precision and, of course, the nihilist attack to the founding idea of our democracies – freedom of expression. But the Charlie Hebdo attack highlights more than ever how these masked gunmen, and many other fools with them, cannot take a laugh. They take life so seriously that they are completely unable to see the nonsense of life, the laughable political and religious rhetoric, the petty arguments of daily threats that supposedly put in danger our cultures, our beliefs, our community with the result of creating enemies, imaginary or real, that we have to fight, annihilate, exterminate. And satire, like Charlie Hebdo, Private Eye or Il Male, sheds a light on this whirlwind of nonsense to take us back to reality and see things as they are: a funny charade of lies, a decadent pantomime of scared people trying to prevail on each other through falsifications and deceits. As scary as the Paris shooting is, yesterday I wanted to laugh. I didn’t want to be gloomy, scared or sad, forced in an unfruitful paranoia. I think if there’s a lesson we’ve learned from Stephan Charbonnier, Cabu, Tignous and Wolinski that would be to respond to this madmen with one thing and one thing only. A fat laugh. Because, in the end, a laughter will bury us all.