Actually, the whole thing reminds me of Hitchcock’s Psycho
Emmanuel Macron, Justin Trudeau, Barack Obama, Netherland Green Party leader Jesse Klaver, UK Green Party Leader Jonathan Bartley, they all look “boyish.”
Same kind of body language, almost effeminate, depending.
End-of-empire, end-of-civilisation leaders or leaders-to-be.
They seem to be bathing, up to their nostrils, in the motherly deluding waters of the oedipus complex. Macron reminds me of Norman Bates in Hitchkock’s Psycho. They aren’t grown men, really. They aren’t women either.
Actually, it’s like they had been definitely encapsulated in the motherly psycho-biological substance at a very early age. And could not evolve afterwards. I mean that, subconsciously, they are still under the deep infantile influence of their mother. Immersed in it, submerged, prisoner of it. They never emerged from those waters. The press often call them “boyish.” They put it mildly.
Those leaders have been, literally, retarded and kept childish, infantile, “nice” and devoid of real intelligence at a certain stage in their psychological growth.
They are the pathetic outcome of a hundred years of growing feminist supremacism and father and male bashing.
The boyish gang can’t help dissolving their own nation and civilisation in a sort of undifferentiated moisture. They are, metaphorically, vaginal. I don’t think they can help it.
Emmanuel Macron was caught and captured by his present-day matrone-wife, Brigitte Trogneux, when he was a 15 year old teen. In 1992.
Trogneux was his teacher [ first I wrote “her teacher” instead of “his teacher”; it sticked there for a while, I didn’t notice..).
Brigitte Trogneux was 25 years older than the boy.
She fucked him.
Brigitte Trogneux was married. She divorced her husband in 2006. Emmanuel Macron and Brigitte Trogneux got married in 2007.
They never had children.
( However, in August 2017, the Presidential couple solemnly announced their adoption of a pet dog they named Nemo…  Hum ? No. They never adopted a migrant. Non mais ! The burden is on you. Be nice. )
Brigitte was almost 40 when she got her grip on Emmanuel Macron. In 1992. She was almost 25 years older than him.
Brigitte is now 70 years old. Macron is 40. The old bitch gives me the creeps. And I’m not talking about Trogneux’s ridiculous skinny, bony legs : like many others, I can sense something insane emanating from that woman.
Actually, the couple gives me the creeps.
The whole thing reminds me, somehow, of Hitchcock’s Psycho.
It also reminds me of Sophocles’ King Oedipus : the killing of the King by his own son, then the Queen marrying and fucking her own son.
Somehow, the Trogneux-Macron relationship looks like the accomplishment of some sort of “collective freudian prophecy” at the highest level of the State and country :
Oedipus didn’t know the King was his father when he killed him, neither did the King knew it was his son hacking him. The Queen didn’t know Oedipus was her son when they both got married after the killing of the King by “that young guy.” Oedipus didn’t know the Queen was his mother. A fantastic tale of wall-to-wall unconsciousness.. Continue reading