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I have a friend who has a foolproof trick for when he wants to do something forbidden: “act completely normal.” Using this system, he’s crashed other people’s weddings to eat the appetizers, sneaked into concerts without tickets, and gotten me into a few troubles, because I, unlike him, am incapable of acting normal while doing something abnormal.

Once, he drove me, against my will, to a golf club where I wasn’t a member but he was. The security guard stopped us at the entrance. He said, “Act normally.” The guy rolled down his window and triumphantly showed his ID, and when he came to my window to ask for mine, I got nervous and, inexplicably, improvised gestures and guttural sounds, pretending to be mute. My friend, putting his hand to his forehead like an emoji, said, “He’s mute. He’s a member, but he didn’t bring his ID.” They let us in. But it wasn’t because I was acting normal — it was because the guy had never seen anyone as stupid as me up close.

I’m not a good liar either. At least not sober. After four drinks, I become a wonderful liar. But I’m the friend who always avoids finding out there’s a surprise party planned for someone. Because if I know, I’ll run into that person without hesitation two minutes later, and the first thing I’ll say is exactly what I don’t want to say: “Well, I’ll see you at your surprise party on Saturday — it’ll be fun!” And then I’ll wish the ground would open beneath me.

Now you know who not to take as an accomplice if you’re planning to rob a bank or pull off a big scam. I was reminded of this while watching the heist of the century at the Louvre Museum. Those guys acted as normally as possible. They were dressed as construction workers. Who the hell would suspect someone climbing the facade of a museum in a damn crane?

Still, there was a striking opportunity to be suspicious — not during the climb, but when the thieves pulled out a radial saw, smashed the window, and started destroying the cameras protecting the treasures. They had a full four minutes to start realizing that something was seriously wrong — hell, they were robbing the museum and smashing it with a radial saw!

Just think: France is the typical country turned into a hellhole, full of thousands of idiotic prohibitions and hundreds of cameras on every corner. You can be fined for not wearing a seatbelt, for being on your cell phone in the car, for driving an unlicensed car into an environmental protection zone — you name it. Those guys can fine you for almost any stupid thing you can imagine! I imagine their cameras and drones have ultrasonic zooms to detect environmental stickers on cars. And therein lies the amusing paradox: they can detect a tiny, incorrectly placed environmental sticker, but they can’t see a seven- or ten-ton articulated-arm truck ascending the most visited museum in the world, one of the few cultural icons still unmolested by French politicians. (RELATED: Carbon Tax and the Green Deal: The EU’s Climate Heist Is Underway)

I’m not happy about the robbery, of course, but I can’t think of a better metaphor for Macron’s France: infinitely incompetent, with no laws for illegal immigrants or major criminals, and the full weight of the law and surveillance aimed at French citizens. And if that weren’t enough, all its cultural pillars are crumbling. If years ago the terrible symbol was Notre Dame on fire, now the symbol of decadence will forever be linked to the image of four thieves climbing the Louvre facade in broad daylight with the museum open. (RELATED: France: A Country Perpetually at Odds with Itself)

You might think it’s an exaggeration to say that the robbery signifies France’s decadence. But that’s because you haven’t yet heard that Culture Minister Rachida Dati went to the museum to expressly congratulate the security guards for their conduct, as they failed to react when intimidated by the thieves, thus avoiding casualties — something that could obviously have had an even greater political cost for the government. Why promote heroism, right? Now I’m just waiting for Macron to step out and, too, congratulate the thieves for the audacity of their plan

I know France well because it’s a neighbor of Spain. The last time I was in Marseille, I realized there wasn’t a single French person left. And trying to walk through neighborhoods dominated by Islamic illegal immigrants without ending up stripped down to your underwear is a pipe dream. Not just in Marseille, of course, but across all of France. The state has a monopoly on violence, but it only uses it against its own truly French citizens. (RELATED: Paris Is Still Beautiful — From Behind Bulletproof Glass)

France is a former state, and it will remain so if it continues to be governed by globalist dwarves.

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