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In the once-glorious streets of Paris, where Enlightenment ideals once illuminated the world, a grim spectacle now repeats with metronomic regularity: for every major game, throngs of fans—often young men from the banlieues—erupt into orgies of destruction, ransacking shops, looting whatever catches their eye, torching cars and buildings, and vandalizing symbols of the very republic that shelters them. This is no mere hooligan excess but the rotten fruit of a culture in freefall, where generations nurtured on welfare dependency, failed mass immigration without assimilation, and a corrosive relativism that excuses thuggery as “protest” or “celebration” have shed any reverence for order, property, or shared French identity. What was once a nation of artisans, philosophers, and disciplined citizens now exports images of flaming boulevards and shattered windows as routine entertainment, normalizing violence as the default response to excitement or grievance. The example etched into the minds of France’s youth is catastrophic: that laws are suggestions, that conquest of the streets trumps contribution to society, and that a civilization’s treasures exist to be plundered rather than preserved—condemning tomorrow’s generations to inherit not the grandeur of Versailles or the Louvre, but the smoldering wreckage of a society that forgot how to say “no” to its own worst impulses.

In France, it has become normalized that whether PSG (the city’s team) wins or loses, the city ends up with riots, assaults, and businesses being looted and burned. These are the advantages of cosmopolitanism and cultural enrichment. Paris is no longer Paris.