Alexander Dugin: Macron descends into hell

Macron descends into hell

Alexander Dugin

Source: https://www.geopolitika.ru/article/makron-spuskaetsya-v-ad

Looking at the violent behavior of angry French people in the streets, especially when you see it for the first time, you immediately think: here comes the revolution! The regime will not hold sway! France is finished. The government will fall. It does not matter if it is Arab or African teenagers from the suburbs, populist yellow waistcoats, discontented farmers, supporters of sexual minorities, opponents of sexual minorities or, on the contrary, supporters of family and traditional values, nationalists, anti-fascists, anarchists, students, pensioners, cyclists, animal protectors, trade unionists (CGT), ecologists or pensioners. There are crowds of them - thousands, tens and hundreds of thousands, sometimes millions. They fill the streets of French cities, stop the traffic, block the railway stations and airports, declare autonomy in selected institutions and schools, burn petrol, overturn cars, shout wildly, wave banners and bite the police. And then... they calm down, come to their senses, take pills and go back to work, discuss prices, life, neighbours and politics at lunchtime in small restaurants, where they shout again, but much quieter, and go home.

After 1968 even the biggest mass protests of many millions have had no effect. The result is zero. Always and in all circumstances. If you know France better, you realise that it is simply a nation of psychopaths. And it's not about migrants at all. French authorities don't give a damn about migrants, just as they don't give a damn about ordinary native French people. And from this total icy indifference migrants, in turn, become psychopaths. This is the new form of social integration: one arrives in a civilization of psychopaths and becomes one.

Jean Baudrillard thought that the French were a nation of complete morons. In his opinion, they are incapable of understanding anything in art and pile into the Beaubourg Museum by the thousands, only to have it collapse one day under the weight of these idiots. Inner frostbite and regular hysterical fits replace both culture and politics for the French. If General De Gaulle had known his people better he would have paid no attention in 1968 to the outrages of the Leftists in the streets. After a while, they would have simply taken off. But he took it seriously. After him, no other president has made the same mistake. No matter what happens on the streets, and also in the economy, politics, society and finances, the French government has always remained calm. And total control of the press. Régis Debray, Mitterrand's adviser, has admitted that throughout the entire term of his nominally left-wing presidency, he and his boss were unable to get anything done, because every time their initiatives met with invisible resistance. And being at the very top of power, neither Debray nor Mitterrand understood where this opposition was coming from. It was only later that Debray realised that it was the press. The press is everything to France. And the psychopaths in the street, i.e. the population, are nothing.

When Macron was first elected, and the right-wing - and much more rational - Marine Le Pen had good prospects, the influential Liberation newspaper came out with the headline "Do what you want, but vote for Macron!" Very French. Right-wing, left-wing, pro-immigration, anti-immigration, pro-tax increase, anti-tax increase - it doesn't matter. Vote, and that's it. For Macron. It's an order that is not up for discussion. And no responsibility after the act of voting is incurred by the voter. Nor does Macron, why should he.

Macron was already hated in his first term. I can't remember why. Apparently because of everything. But elected again. The same French. The Russians are supposed to be unpredictable - and that's crazy. The French are predictable, but that's crazy too. Choosing a total loser a second time... Who in their right mind would do that? But they were elected, and then they started protesting again, overthrowing cars and smashing shop windows. One could recall Baudrillard: the French are idiots, but Macron is French too. So a balance has been struck.

So the scale of the current riots, the exasperation of immigrant teenage hordes (Macron has suggested that they are just over-playing computer games), the slump in the economy, the increase in government bond rates, the recession, the disruption of the holiday season, the huge losses from vandalism should not deceive us: the French have a parish.

Macron will do nothing. But he has never done anything. He will speak out for the environment, meet Greta Thunberg just in case, send an echelon or two of arms to Ukraine, pay a fabulous amount of money to a branded but totally ineffective PR group from the US affiliated with the CIA, have a phone conversation with Scholz, go to a gay disco, take a look in the mirror. Then takes another look in the mirror. And then everything settles down. That's the way it's always happened. It's not the apocalypse, it's not the end of the world. This is just France.

One thing remains to be assumed: the apocalypse in this once very attractive and stylish country has already happened. And now its streets, flooded with who knows what, are showing a mass hallucination.

Is there anyone out there who wants or can change the situation? If you examine French culture in the 19th and 20th centuries carefully, the conclusion is unequivocal: the French spirit, like Orpheus (with Cocteau or Blanchot, for example) only wanted one thing - to go down into hell as low as possible. Well, it has succeeded. And it is irreversible. And how long could it last? No one knows. Beautiful France, the eldest daughter of the Church, as Catholics in the brilliant Middle Ages called it, has irrevocably turned into a dump - from the soul to the streets and suburbs. Notre Dame burned down. All the paintings and sculptures capable of spoiling immigrants and feminists have been removed from the Louvre.

Only Macron and his mirror. Like Jean Cocteau's play Orpheus with sets by Jean Hugo and costumes by Coco Chanel.