Emmanuel Macron isn’t someone I’ve paid much attention to. He’s the French President. That’s pretty much all I know about him.
But he seems to have been getting himself in the news a bit recently.
Stating that policy disagreements are causing “civil war” in the EU, France’s Emmanuel Macron said Brussels must purge “populism” from the continent.
The French president, who asserted at the weekend that there will be a huge transfer of Africa’s population to Europe in the coming years, described nationalism as “deadly” during the speech in Strasbourg.
Setting out his vision of “European sovereignty”, Macron blasted what he called a “fascination with the illiberal“, insisting Brussels must be given power to preserve the EU as a “unique model” which demands “geopolitical, economic” union between nations, as well as obliging them to “respect minorities” and implement state-enforced feminism.
Democracy is a “word with meaning, which emerged from the battles of the past”, Macron told the European Parliament, and strongly suggested that any attempt to resist the left-liberal multiculturalism enforced in Western Europe echoed ghosts of the Second World War.
Populism must be purged from the continent? Nationalism is deadly? Democracy is a word with meaning?
Every single one of those statements is a bit eye-opening. Did he really just say that? Perhaps it’s a mis-translation from the French? Was he speaking in French?
It’s the last one that is a real gem: Democracy is a word with meaning. What a stunning insight! Don’t all words have meanings? Isn’t saying that “democracy is a word with meaning” a bit like saying “2018 is a number”? And this guy is the French president? Really? How did he manage that? Do they just pull in any guy off the street in France, and say: “OK. You’re the president.”
Maybe that’s the problem in America too? Hillary Clinton was supposed to be the super-qualified candidate who was going to become the US president, until Donald Trump was elected instead. And Donald Trump was a total nobody. He’d never held any public office at all. Maybe Macron hasn’t either?
And then there’s populism must be purged from the continent. Populism is, more or less by definition, whatever is popular. Popular music, or pop music, is what most people like listening to. The hit parade is the list of the current best-selling pieces of music. Does Macron want to abolish the hit parade? Does he want to end the practice of publishing lists of the most popular songs, or the most popular books? Does he want people to stop saying they prefer one song over another? Are all songs to have equal rights? Are they all to be deemed as tuneful as any other song?
Populus is Latin for the people. So if the populus, or populace, is to be purged from the continent, I can only suppose that he means that the French and German and Spanish and Italian peoples must be purged from Europe. There must be no more peoples of Europe. Everyone must all be the same, a bit like all the music and all the literature must be all be equal.
And, oddly enough, I think that this is exactly what Macron is saying: We must purge Europe of its peoples, and of its nations. We must introduce a continent-wide sameness. We cannot allow differences. We must all be Europeans, and we must all enjoy the same Eurovision Song Contest non-winning songs (and there are plenty of them).
So really, the French President is telling France and the French people that they’re going to have to go. France must cease to exist. And so must Germany. And all the rest of the nations of Europe. And he intends to bring in 200 million Africans to help abolish these nations.
Good luck to him.
But I think that stamping out France and the French is going to be pretty much as hard to do as, well,… stamping out smoking (which is probably something he also wants to do).
There comes to mind a poem written a century or so ago:
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
That poem was written by an Englishman. But couldn’t any Frenchman have written the same poem, expressing the same sentiments, about France? Could not that river have been the Loire rather than the Severn? Could not that dust have been the dust of Champagne or Auvergne, rather than Gloucestershire?
Of course a Frenchman could have written such a poem. And probably thousands of Frenchmen have written such poems about France.
But Macron is one of those stateless politicians who doesn’t actually belong anywhere. They’re politicians without a polity. They represent everyone, and therefore they represent no-one. And they’re always travelling, usually by jet, from one place to another, to make speeches that nobody listens to.
To belong anywhere, you have to live there. You have to stay put. And the French people are the people who have stayed put in France for the past 2000 years, maybe even longer.
It’s much the same with the English. They’ve been living in England for the same length of time.
I stay put these days. I don’t travel anywhere. I’m not welcome anywhere, so why should I want to go anywhere? And in particular, I’m not welcome on planes or buses or planes. So why should I want to climb on a train on which I’m not welcome and go somewhere else where I’m not welcome either?
So these days I’m slowly subsiding into Herefordshire, in England. But I’ve only been here for about 8 years. And that’s peanuts. I think that in about 800 years I will be fully naturalised. I’ll even speak with a Herefordshire accent, and maybe even drink Herefordshire cider. I’m becoming one of those English villagers who has never even visited the next village.
You become French by living in France a long time. And you become English by living in England for a long time. And anyone who lives anywhere for long enough, and breathes its air, and is washed by its rivers, becomes a part of that place. All you have to do is to keep still, and it will happen automatically.
And this is the difference between the globalists and the nationalists or patriots or localists. The globalists are always on the move. They’re a wandering people. And the nationalists are people who keep still.
But it takes a lot of energy to keep moving. Those jets need jet fuel. It’s hard to keep moving. And easy to keep still.
And so I think that, long after Macron has been forgotten, and lies buried on St Helena or wherever, the French people will continue to reside in France, and the English in England,, and the rest wherever they rest. All they have to do is keep still.
And all that smokers need do is carry on smoking.