What Guillaume spoke about.

Mr President, you are showing your muscles in the face of Turkey, to which you have yielded everything. War, because of you, we have it outside, but also inside. From Ankara or Algiers, all the sultans of the world laugh at your weaknesses. The French riots are not a school revolt, but the new alliance of ultra-left sans-culottes and suburban settlers, firecrackers and keffieh youth, Sciences Po a

Madam President, against your socialist tax buffoonades, I choose poetry: ‘A bee, at dawn. Visited a thousand flowers. Pollen became treasure. Honey was flowing. The whole hive, workers and queens, lived. An exemplary order. A hornet appeared. Round hole. Coming from Brussels or Paris. Escorted by a thousand bumblebees. Your honey is beautiful: I'll take you. A tax on wax, Tithing on your sap. A t

Madam President, 'Tell me what your record is, I will tell you who you are'. I was 15 when you Europeans in Maastricht promised us peace and prosperity. You lied to our youth, you betrayed it. Your Europe is the purse that is empty, the factory that is dismantled, the wind turbine and the mosque that are installed, the peasant who commits suicide, the white man who apologizes, the song of our roos

Madam President, still rights, always social! You only have those words in your mouth! All peoples know, however, that prosperity grows with labor, but you have destroyed everything, with your thirty-five hours, your taxes and your RSA. You seriously believe that Lecornu is strong, with his bankruptcy budget, and that it scares Trump and China? Your guignolades are the laughing stock of the world.

Mr President, global warming is the freezing of the wallet. And it is not your kermesse in Brazil that will contradict us, with your hotel nights at $4,000 and your NGOs intoxicated with kerosene. I come to this tribune upside down from you, but in the place of truth, to tell the people what is the green scam that persecutes peasants, parents, adventurers, true lovers of nature. The whole world an

Madam Speaker, I will never bow my knee to media religion. I will not ask your forgiveness for being French, father and Christian, and I will continue to blaspheme the Arcom gurus. I prefer the angelus of my church to the din of your screens, my homeland in Brussels, my neighbor to your distant. I prefer peasants to environmentalists, SMEs to the RSA, social work, the Tour de France to France Inte

Mr President, ah, if only Louis de Funès were still here! Full of grimaces, it would scratch your committees, your symposia, your tricks and your bogus consultations. That would add at least a few laughs to the desolate spectacle of your deserted democracy. Rather than your citizen seminaries or your falsely participatory oligarchy, we prefer direct democracy: the people, by the people, for the pe

Mr President, today's social policy means: If you work hard, you'll pay for everyone who doesn't work. You are a peasant or a worker, your salary will be lower than the RSA. You are a middle-class entrepreneur or craftsman, you will never be entitled to LPAs, CMUs and CAFs. You get up early, you have to spit. You buy a house or a car, you have to pay. You put money aside, you are taxed; you warm u

Mr President, this is the new tube of climate warmers: it's hot in summer and maybe even cold in winter. Always the same injunctions: you drive a car, you are a polluter; you're heating up on oil, you're a delinquent; you enjoy meat and a good glass of wine, you are a monster; you are a peasant, you are a criminal; You love large families, you are the culprit. Life for the ecolo of the 21st centur

Madam President, 'regional culture' is a sad expression of Brussels' cold contempt for what we people call the 'identity of nations'. After months of winter in the grey corridors of an uprooted institution, come with me to visit the grandeurs of France. Listen to the little girl Espérance who leads you along the paths of our appanage, through the stones of Saint Bernard in Vézelay, through the mem

Madam President, everywhere, socialism leads to ruin. There were, of course, the USSR, Cuba, Angola or Brazil that woke up poor like never before. But today, it is Europe that the lefts are trying to enslave. Not a day goes by without left-wing politicians inventing, in France or elsewhere, a new norm, a new tax, a new constraint. Not a day goes by without the old lefts on these benches screaming

Mr President, Bologna in 1088, Oxford in 1165, Paris in 1200; European universities have taught the world and educated humanity. They were the mother of all knowledge, which no one had yet overused. Reverence for the ancients, irreverence for the powerful. Today, a fatal battle has taken hold of our pulpits. The Wokists want to decolonize Europe, offering Islamists the right to recolonize it. Thes

Madam President, in front of us, a charred nave, blackened statues and then the sky pierced by the missing roof. The Church of Saint-Omer went up in smoke on September 2. The arsonist is a repeat offender who had already set fire to four churches in Pas-de-Calais. One more. Under the ashes, silent prayers and countless memories. France martyred by those who hate our millenary history. The litany o

Madam President, every year, the French have to pay 4 billion euros to pay the salaries of the small propagandists of the French left. In France, you have to pay to listen to France Inter insult what we are: a Christian people, a proud people who do not want to be replaced by another. You have to pay to suffer the insults of a president of France Télévisions who wants to hide, professionally, whit

Mr President, I am here to tell you a story from France and my land of Sologne. Somewhere between Sully and Chambord, a hollow path. I meet a peasant, the one who knows time for what it is. The climates that vary, the moons that grow and decrease like wheat. He said to me: Trust the peasants, listen to them when they refuse the standards and taxes of all the fearful of work, effort and freedom. Wi

Madam President, the whole world is heartbroken by the misfortunes plaguing the Holy Land. Civilized men quickly expressed their compassion for all the victims of the war unleashed by Hamas on October 7. But quickly, the old dhimmis of the European left procrastinated before the Islamist enemy and the international terror. We on the right do not want our daughters to be forced to wear the Islamic