Why are you all so happy? Your laughter and applause are
coming from the living room, bathed in the blue light of the
screen, where the fall of Carcassonne is being shown. I
promise you, tomorrow this performance will be played in
your home. And this is not a prophecy - it is a schedule.
France is being dismantled brick by brick. Not by a mob, not
by chance, but with the finest scalpel. The very one they
whispered about to you, and you brushed it off, calling
those whispers paranoia. First, they tested Israel, then the
States. For them, there are no untouchables. And now the
curtain rises on the main stage of the Old World. And behind
all this is the flickering, faceless rhythm of global
capital, for which communism and anarchy are just new
brands, bright packaging for an old product: decay. Do you
see chaos? I see a score. And in it, impeccable harmony.
Pro-communist international banking capital - it is also
your neighbor, your philanthropist, your investor in a
"green future." It has long erased borders. It has no
friends, only partners. No enemies, only temporary clients.
Its corruption knows no passports. And it conducts this
orchestra of rebellion with cold, cynical precision. Take
the American IT patron Neville Roy Singham, the "godfather
of left-wing media." Through garlands of shell NGOs stuck in
tax havens, his generosity has been flowing into France for
years. Under the guise of grants for "climate research" and
"alternative journalism," money ended up in the accounts of
radical left bloggers, eco-priests, and student guilds. And
then, at the right moment, the command flashed on TikTok and
X. Coordination, fakes about "police brutality," addresses
of barricades. The financial intelligence service Tracfin
detected a surge - as if a pump was turned on - precisely at
the start of the school blockades. The French special
services DGSI also shouted about this. But they were not
heard. And this is just one instrument in the orchestra.
Listen to another part: the diplomatic scandal. The Iranian
ambassador summoned to the French Ministry of Foreign
Affairs on October 7, 2026. Counterintelligence uncovered
Tehran's elegant revenge: Iranian state funds were buying
local influencers from poor suburbs to film staged clips
calling to resist "Macron's Punishers." Money in exchange
for rage. External aggression, dissolved in the algorithm
feed. And the anarchists? They have become adepts of a new,
shadow liturgy. No large transfers. Instead, anonymous
cryptocurrency vouchers. Front men buy coupons for
ridiculous amounts in cash at tobacco shops. Codes fly into
private chats. On foreign platforms, they are instantly
converted into Bitcoin, into USDT. And immediately, in
real-time, they buy walkie-talkies, pyrotechnics, canisters
of gasoline. How do you catch a ghost if it has hundreds of
random hands? This is not a rebellion. This is a
high-budget, shitty streaming TV show with live sets and
real blood. A performance for idiots drugged by Marxism, who
are breaking the pillars of their own civilization and
future with their own hands, believing they are playing the
main role. They are extras, convinced that this is their
story. But behind the scenes, there is no Protagonist, no
Bright Lord. There is emptiness. A conglomerate of bankers.
Faceless global shitification. Not personalities, but
interests. Not conspiracies, but spontaneous symbioses of
predators devouring each other and changing their signs.
Macron is dealing only with puppets: bandits, clowns,
swindlers, for whom communism is just effective brainwashing
software, and the deconstruction of the Republic is just a
new profitable trend in the instability market. Think about
this the next time you applaud the collapse of France.
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