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EDITORIAL. On the one hand, Macron as the prince of wokism, repentance and denial. On the other, Proust (Gaspard) in salutary itching hair of well-meaning.
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Prince of the mea culpa, Macronwill have spent a large part of his presidency on his knees, asking forgiveness for the “mistakes” committed by his great predecessors, starting with de Gaulle. Edifying will have been, from this point of view, his last trip to Africa.
The cult of resipiscence is in the era of time. Rising value of woke culture, it has become the common denominator of the civilization of complaint and false benevolence of which Macron is a child. If the president constantly beats his neck, it is not on his chest, but on that of our ancestors who have sinned so much.
Our History is infamous: this is what our youth teach, with a few exceptions, the school textbooks of today. Hence, no doubt, mind-blowing statements like this…