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@Gemenne Pareil....

Je suis très pro-européen et milite pour un fédéralisme européen, mais la propension de l’Allemagne à se tourner systématiquement vers les États-Unis plutôt que vers l’Europe commence à m’exaspérer sérieusement.

@BrunoTertrais Vous gagneriez a garder vos opinions pour vous parfois, M. Tertrais...

Destinées aux militaires, bien sûr, mais -si avéré- ce n'est quand même pas la manoeuvre la plus glorieuse de l'Ukraine. (Oui, je sais, facile à dire depuis la France.)

Mon post sur #EdouardPhilippe a entraîné pas mal de commentaires. J'ai répondu à quelques-uns d'entre eux. J'y reviens ici. L'élection présidentielle de l'an prochain sera inédite dans l'histoire de la Vème République. Pour la première fois depuis 1958, un parti extrémiste (un loup déguisé en grand-mère, car la « dédiabolisation » ne trompe que les sots) est en mesure d'accéder au pouvoir suprême en France. Il ne s'agit pas des auto-proclamés « insoumis ». Par un retour désolant et effrayant de notre histoire, un parti fondé par des collaborateurs de 40-45 peut gagner l'Elysée. Le schéma reste le même. S'appeler « patriotes » pour mieux essayer de cacher sa soumission à l'étranger (russe aujourd'hui), comme Marine #LePen vient de l'afficher clairement par son voyage à Budapest. Il faut essayer d'imaginer ce que seraient les conséquences de l'arrivée du #RN au pouvoir, pour notre pays, pour sa réputation dans le monde, pour l'#UE. Le pays qui a porté Les Lumières sombrerait dans un sous-trumpisme russifié. Comme il semble acquis que le représentant de ce courant sera au second tour de l'élection de 2027, il FAUT impérativement qu'il se trouve face à un autre candidat, pro-européen, pro Ukraine, défenseur des valeurs sur lesquelles a été fondée notre République en 1958. Comme Lionel Jospin vient de nous quitter, c'est le moment de rappeler ce qui a conduit au désastre de 2002. Il a manqué 194.600 voix à Lionel Jospin pour être au second tour. Jean-Pierre Chevènement en a obtenu 1.518.528 … Alors je veux bien entendre que celui-ci a voulu nous faire rouler à 80 km/h sur les départementales, que tel autre a soutenu le mauvais candidat à Nice, et que le troisième s'est trop émancipé du président qui en a fait un jeune Premier ministre, mais sérieusement, ce n'est pas à la hauteur de l'enjeu. Il faut tout faire pour que le bal des egos ne nous plonge pas, pour de mauvais cette fois, dans le pire pour la France.

🇫🇷 De droite, de gauche ? M'en fout. 2027, je voterai pour celle ou celui qui sera clairement pro 🇪🇺 & 🇺🇦

@VDel34 @ClassicFilm2 Vous avez raison, c'est pour moi son meilleur film. L' anti-heros parfait. Saviez vous que Spielberg lui avait proposé le 1er role pour 'Rencontres du 3ème type'?

@ClassicFilm2 C'est qq années + tard, lors de la diffusion en France, que je suis tombée raide dingue du King of Cool. Et ça dure toujours, quel que soit le film diffusé, je regarde. Je ne compte + le nb de visionnages. Mon préféré "The sand pebbles" 😢

1958. Au nom de la loi débarque à la télé américaine. Steve McQueen y incarne Josh Randall, chasseur de primes au fusil scié : il ne joue pas le cow-boy, moins de dialogues, plus de présence. Naissance du « cool » version western.

@frontlinekit All of them shot down?? Congrats to your pilots 👍

The sun has risen over Lviv, Ukraine. We were spared last night from missiles and drones. Not because russia didn't launch them, but because YOUR F-16's shot everything down. THANK YOU TO: The Dutch 🇳🇱 The Danish 🇩🇰 The Norwegians 🇳🇴 The 🇺🇸 US has 936, but 0 were given to 🇺🇦.

@MurrayMarcus @CinemaTweets1 You are definitely right, he nailed it in both movies! Just seen PHM and it was a very refreshing experience. The guy can make laugh or cry, and at the same time... If you haven't seen it yet, I strongly recommend you 'The Nice Guys' with Russel Crowe, you're gonna love it!

@CinemaTweets1 I watched La La Land last night after seeing PHM in the afternoon. Love Gosling and he’s great in the movie… except for the singing. I’m so conflicted because both he and Stone are perfect for their roles, but their singing left me wanting more. If I’m the only one I’m shut up.

Ryan Gosling said something the other day I totally agree with. He said “It's not your job to keep (movies) open; it's our job to make things that make it worth you coming out." I wish more artists took this sort of accountability for making great art. It’s why I’m a Gosling fan.

@quatremer On s'en rappelera pour les presidentielles... ce n'est pas forcement gagné pour eux...

Rappelons que la Hongrie ne participe pas à ce prêt. Donc les intérêts de ce pays, c'est de faire perdre l'Ukraine face à la Russie. Marine Le Pen a choisi son camp.

@MarionVanR Enfin!! Des sanctions prevues?

Pas trop tôt! Après les révélations du Washington Post selon lesquelles le traître Orban et son ministre Szijarto balancent à Moscou les secrets des réunions européennes, l’UE exclut enfin la Hongrie des négociations sensibles. share.google/fIMBbCBUeZtE3k…

The Republicans are finally reading the Save Act and finding out that the Red States are the ones where the Save Act will end up hurting the most since they have the lowest Passport ownership!

Imagine being a ICE facility worker and seeing people laying in their own feces and not being feed or given water for days on end do you finally blow the whistle on them and nothing changes! 🤬

@AllaPoedie Excellente nouvelle, que ça continue à cramer!!

‼️ Ceux qui prédisent une pluie de milliards de dollars pour la Russie suite à la hausse du prix du pétrole oublient encore les forces armées ukrainiennes qui veillent à ce que cela n’arrive pas 🔥 L’incendie au port de Primorsk, le plus grand terminal pétrolier russe de la mer Baltique, s’intensifie. Il s’agit d’un incendie dans le parc de réservoirs principal contenant du kérosène, y compris du carburant d’aviation, et dans le terminal de transbordement de produits pétroliers légers.

“He can go fuck himself.” General Nicolas Richoux on fire 🔥

@NTenzer Ce Rutte est vraiment un paillasson! A l' image des MAGA de l' admin Trump... On croirait entendre Hegseth..

I think we have a pretty serious problem. It is not the role of a NATO Secretary General to make political comments about a member state of the Alliance. It is even a sheer violation of his mandate, which requires complete neutrality. A stern warning is in order. #Daddy

@Microinteracti1 No words... this was stunning, man, stunning...

Robert Mueller died last night. He was 81 years old. He had a wife who loved him for sixty years. He had two daughters, one of whom he met for the first time in Hawaii, in 1969, on a few hours of military leave, before he got back on the plane and returned to Vietnam. He had grandchildren. He had a faith he practiced quietly, without performance. He had, in the way of men who have seen real things and survived them, a quality that is increasingly rare and increasingly mocked in the country he spent his life serving. He had integrity. And tonight the President of the United States said good! I have been sitting with that word for hours now. Good. One syllable. The thing you say when the coffee is hot or the traffic is moving. The thing a man who has never had to bury anyone, never had to sit in the specific silence of a room where someone is newly absent, reaches for when he wants the world to know he is satisfied. Good. The daughters are crying and the wife is alone in the house and good. I want to speak directly to the Americans reading this. Not the political Americans. Just the human ones. The ones who have lost a father. The ones who know what it is to be in that first hour, when you keep forgetting and then remembering again, when ordinary objects become unbearable, when the world outside the window seems obscene in its indifference. I want to ask you, simply, to hold that feeling for a moment, and then to understand that the man you elected looked at it and typed a single word. Good. This is not a country having a bad day. I need you to understand that. Countries have bad days. Elections go wrong. Leaders disappoint. Institutions bend. But there is a different thing, a rarer and more terrible thing, that happens when the moral center of a place simply gives way. Not dramatically. Not with a single catastrophic event. But quietly, in increments, until one evening a president celebrates the death of an old man whose family is still warm with grief, and enough people find it acceptable that it becomes the weather. Just the weather. That is what is happening. That is what has happened. The world knows. From Tokyo to Oslo, from London to Buenos Aires, people are not angry at America tonight. Anger would mean there was still something to fight for, some remaining faith to be betrayed. What I see, in the reactions from everywhere that is not here, is something older and sadder than anger. It is the look people get when they have waited a long time for someone they love to find their way back, and have finally understood that they are not coming. America is being grieved. Past tense, almost. The idea of it. The thing it represented to people who had nothing else to believe in, who came here with everything they owned in a single bag because they had heard, somehow, across an ocean, that this was the place where decency was written into the walls. That idea is not resting. It is not suspended. It is being buried, in real time, with 7,450 likes before dinner. And the church said nothing. Seventy million people have decided that this man, this specific man who has cheated everyone he has ever made a promise to, who has mocked the disabled and the dead and the grieving, who celebrated tonight while a family wept, is an instrument of God. The pastors who made that bargain did not just trade away their credibility. They traded away the thing that made them worth listening to in the first place. The cross they carry now is a costume. The faith they preach is a loyalty oath with scripture attached. When the history of American Christianity is written, this will be the chapter they skip at seminary. Now I want to talk about the men who stand next to him. Because this is the part that actually breaks my heart. JD Vance is not a bad man. I have to say that, because it is true, and because the truth matters even now, especially now. Marco Rubio is not a bad man. Lindsey Graham is not a bad man. They are idiots, but not bad, as in BAD! These are men with mothers who raised them and children who love them and friends who remember who they were before all of this. They are not monsters. Monsters are simple. Monsters do not cost you anything emotionally because there is nothing in them to mourn. These men are something more painful than monsters. They are men who knew better, and know better still, and will get up tomorrow and do it again. Every small compromise they made had a reason. Every moment they looked the other way had a justification that sounded, at the time, almost reasonable. And now they have arrived here, at a place where a president celebrates the death of an old man and they will find a way, on television, to say nothing that means anything, and they will go home to houses where children who carry their name are waiting, and they will say goodnight, and they will say nothing. Their oldest friends are watching. The ones who knew Rubio when he still believed in something. Who knew Graham when he said, out loud, on the record, that this exact man would destroy the Republican Party and deserve it. Who sat next to Vance and thought here is someone worth knowing. Those friends are not angry tonight. They moved through anger a long time ago. What they feel now is the quiet, irrecoverable sadness of watching someone disappear while still being present. Of watching a person they loved choose, again and again, to become less. That is what cowardice costs. Not the coward. The people who loved him. And in the comments tonight, the followers celebrate. People who ten years ago brought casseroles to grieving neighbours. Who stood in the rain at gravesides and meant the words they said. Who told their children that we do not speak ill of the dead because the dead were someone's beloved. Those people are tonight typing gleeful things about a man whose daughters are not yet done crying. And they feel clean doing it. Righteous. Because somewhere along the way the thing they were given in exchange for their decency was the feeling of belonging to something, and that feeling is very hard to give up even when you can no longer remember what you gave for it. When Trump is gone, they will still be here. Standing in the silence where the noise used to be. Without the permission the crowd gave them. Without the pastor who told them their cruelty was holy. They will be alone with what they said and what they cheered and what they chose to become, and there will be no one left to tell them it was righteous. That morning is coming. Robert Mueller flew across the Pacific on military leave to hold his newborn daughter for a few hours before returning to the war. He came home. He buried his dead with honour. He served presidents of both parties because he understood that the institution was larger than any one man. He told his grandchildren that a lie is the worst thing a person can do, that a reputation once lost cannot be recovered, and he lived that, every day, in the quiet and unglamorous way of people who actually believe what they say. He was the kind of American the world used to point to when it needed to believe the story was true. He died last night. His wife is alone in their house in Georgetown. His daughters are learning what the world is without him in it. And somewhere in the particular hush that falls over a family in the first hours of loss, the most powerful man and the biggest loser on earth sent a message to say he was glad. The world that loved what America was supposed to be is grieving tonight. Not for Robert Mueller only. For the country that produced him and then became this. For the distance between what was promised and what was delivered. For the suspicion, growing quieter and more certain with each passing month, that the America people believed in was always partly a story, and the story is over now, and there is nothing yet to replace it. That is all it needed to be. A man died. His family is broken open with grief. That is all it needed to be. Instead the President said good. And the country that once stood for something looked away 🇺🇸 Gandalv / @Microinteracti1

@VincentCrouzet4 Il nous fait suer, qu' on demantele l' OTAN, on cree l' Alliance de Defense Européenne juste entre nous, avec une place preponderante pour l' Ukraine (industrie et Retex) et on les laisse se dem...der!!

Chaque jour le pire nous est promis…

@DrLiz16 @LCI Vous avez tout a fait raison, pour memoire les fameuses sandales Ho-Chi-Minh, vous connaissez le reste...

Hier soir sur @LCI, je parlais des combats saoudiens contre des combattants « en claquettes » — et visiblement ça a surpris 😅 Entre les messages du groupe WhatsApp familial (oui oui, les infos c'est une affaire de famille chez nous même les plus jeunes suivent l’actu 📱) et mon mari persuadé que j’étais fatiguée… Eh bien non. Voilà la réalité : des Houthis capables de tenir tête, de frapper loin, et de défier des armées équipées à l’occidentale et leurs alliés. Même en claquettes. Ne jamais sous-estimer un acteur irrégulier.

BREAKING: Japan has agreed to send Godzilla to the Middle East to help the US open the Strait of Hormuz

@PressSec Wrong because none of you fucktards MAGA are risking to loose someone, you stupid cowards!!

...and what's wrong with that, Margaret?