Poor France where a Meyer Habib, puffed with pride, can display his dual allegiance with incredible ferocity, without the Republic being in the least offended!
Poor France where this minion of Netanyahu, arrogant and surly, does not even advance masked under the dome of the Palais Bourbon, since he can, wearing his yarmulke, operate there in complete freedom… He can, in particular, fiercely refute the irrefutable genocide in Gaza and other atrocious abuses marked with the bloody imprint of its “Promised Land”.
Poor France where this unworthy MP, drunk with his omnipotence, can not only terrorize his world, play the furious negationist, and odiously dehumanize the Palestinian people by publicly calling them a “cancer”, but also allows himself to criticize roundly to some and warmly to others…
The scene below, taken from life in the courtyard of the Invalides during the national tribute to the French victims of October 7, is terribly eloquent in this regard. The fulminant Meyer Habib lectures the LFI deputy Manuel Bompard (no doubt for having dared to denounce the unbearable extermination of the Gazans), before ostensibly kissing his young friend from the French extreme right: Jordan Bardella, the president devoured by ambition of the National Rally, formerly the National Front.
To those who still doubt it, this is the price that Marine Le Pen, the heir to the patriarch Jean-Marie Le Pen, bought herself Republican respectability: by showing off in front of Netanyahu’s unconditional fans. in France, at the forefront of which is Meyer Habib. Poor France!