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May 13, 2025 - Lionel Nation

08:44

Did "Tony Montana" Macron Just Hide COCAINE on Camera?! The Internet Thinks So

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	You gotta be kidding me.
	Manny Macron, what, pulled a Tony Montana?
	Is that what you're suggesting?
	People think this is blow?
	This is Ira?
	This is Yaya?
	Yeya?
	Perico?
	Come on, man.
	Come on.
	Look, I'm all for, you know, come on.
	Look, I mean, let's talk about the absurdity, the psychological magnetism, but the deeper, the deeper social implications behind the viral video of Manny Macron allegedly hiding some toot.
	Come on, man!
	This version leans into media illiteracy and not disinformation, but bullshit.
	And human psychology treating, you know, the story as some kind of a cultural mirror.
	Oh, come on, please.
	Now, in case you've been out of, you know, touch, there's a viral video floating around, some grainy, zoomed in, poorly lit.
	It's kind of like a Zapruder for, you know, the Studio 54 crowd.
	It shows French President Emmanuel Macron.
	That's mine.
	The Cuban version of it.
	It appears to be a private setting on a train or something.
	I don't know.
	Reaching across the table from a small white item.
	It appears to be either a napkin, paper, a bag of blow...
	I don't know.
	A little...
	Whatever.
	Maybe they got a snowblower or a deering.
	Let's check his fingernail.
	Hey!
	Look at me.
	My generation.
	I don't know anything about this.
	I'm not conversing in it.
	I read a lot.
	But come on, man.
	Now, another man, supposedly, or supposedly, as people say, German opposition leader Friedrich Merz.
	I call him Freddy Mertz.
	Holding what looks like a spoon.
	But look at it.
	It's like a twisted, like a stir.
	This is a Coke spoon?
	For what?
	For a mouse?
	What?
	And within minutes, social media alchemists all over the place declare it obvious that Macron's hiding a bag of cocaine, MERS is holding a spoon, and Prime Minister Keir Starmer is apparently just there.
	Now, whether the video shows anything at all beyond an ordinary moment distorted by pixels and paranoia is really beside the point.
	Because as soon as it hit the algorithm, as soon as it hit that world, it didn't matter what it actually showed.
	What mattered is that people wanted it to be true.
	They wanted it, man!
	This is great!
	He's doing blows, just like we know when his wife's a man.
	And Candace Owens is probably...
	Come on, man!
	That's the state we're in.
	We live in a world right now where context has no home.
	Allegations become immediately beliefs and truth.
	And the line between what is true and what could be and what we wish were true has been scrubbed clean.
	The video doesn't need evidence.
	It doesn't need a follow-up.
	It only needs one thing.
	Vibes, man.
	Feel, feel.
	I want this to be true.
	And I just, and we'll just, and I gotta forward this.
	I gotta forward this.
	Even though it is bullshit.
	And if there's anybody in the world who wants it to be true, it's me!
	I'd love to catch this guy doing a line or two of flake.
	Are you kidding me?
	But that's not what happened.
	It needs to feel shady, to feel illicit, to feel like kind of powerful people do behind closed doors.
	Come on, man!
	And honestly, it doesn't.
	Macron's expression is unreadable.
	The motion is quick.
	I don't know if it was a snotty, some snap him with boogers.
	I have no idea.
	And there's all these videos that have him scratching his nose.
	You know.
	Look, is he going like this?
	Is he blowing his nose?
	Is he blowing his nose?
	We're not talking about this.
	Does he get those Colombian boogers?
	Is he grinding his teeth?
	Doing that kind of thing.
	You haven't seen this before?
	You haven't been around somebody wired out of their minds?
	Come on, man!
	The motion's quick, the object is ambiguous, and perfect fodder for digital schizophrenia or something.
	But what this really taps into, well, listen to me, is less about Macron and more about us.
	More about you.
	See, you've reached a point where disbelief in institutions is so total, so complete, that you're not just suspicious of your leaders, you actually root for their disgrace, and I don't blame you.
	People don't need proof anymore.
	They want narrative.
	They want a scandal.
	They want to say, see, I knew he was a snake, and he's doing blow, and his wife's a dude.
	Right, Candace Owens?
	Well, she's got a little fixation problem with that too, but that's for something else.
	Look, it's not disinformation.
	It's something far older and more primal.
	Bullshit!
	Bullshit doesn't need to deceive you with facts.
	It doesn't aim to convince you with reason.
	It just floods the zone with chaos until you stop caring about the truth altogether.
	And the most dangerous part?
	You become complicit.
	You share the video.
	You tag friends.
	You say, look at this!
	Probably nothing, but hey!
	And of course, the meme's starting.
	We're just having fun.
	Just like that, the meme becomes the message.
	The media becomes, I'm sure McLuhan would have said something about this.
	Now, the real genius of the, now I'm doing it, the real genius of the cocaine train video, whatever, isn't whether it's real, it's that it could be.
	It's possible.
	That's all it needs, man.
	That's all it needs.
	The plausibility gap is narrow enough to short-circuit our brains.
	Macron, arrogant, elitist, probably thinks laws are for other people, right?
	Cocaine, cocaína, perico, yaya.
	The drug of choice for, you know, financial bros and club kings.
	Remember those obnoxious Wall Streeters and all that?
	The perfect chemical match for a global technocrat.
	Remember the diehard, that one dude who was...
	And this spoon, an everyday item, but just odd enough.
	Odd enough in that context.
	And what was Stormy doing there, huh?
	Silence is guilt, right?
	Right?
	He doth protest too little.
	It's theater, man!
	And we, you, the public, or the producers, the audience, we are it.
	We are the consumers of this.
	And the critics all at once.
	And we love it!
	We love it.
	But here's the deeper layer.
	This isn't just about macaroon.
	I love saying it's a macaroon.
	And by the way, not macaroon.
	Macaron are those cookie things.
	Macaroon has got the coconut, and Macron is this dude.
	Okay?
	This is about a post-truth world where allegation is a form of power.
	Look what they did to Trump!
	Where whoever controls the viral moment controls the narrative.
	You see, the truth has become quaint, too slow, too inconvenient for the digital bloodstream, baby doll.
	Uh-huh.
	You see, the time...
	The time is now.
	There's no time for fact checks.
	This is too groovy.
	This is too great.
	Right?
	Come on.
	Now look.
	Is it possible?
	Don't tell me.
	Everything's possible.
	I could be a werewolf.
	Lycanthropy notwithstanding.
	But let's do ourselves a favor.
	Take it easy, okay?
	Take it easy.
	Now what do you think?
	I put some questions in for you, man.
	Was that picture real?
	Was that video real?
	Come on, you believe it.
	Don't you?
	Say it!
	Say it!
	Or be honest.
	Say, yeah, I want it to be real.
	I want it to be real.
	Okay, okay, maybe it's not.
	I don't care.
	Nobody cared about the facts with Trump.
	Nobody cared about the facts with Melania or anybody else on the matter.
	Nobody cares about the facts about even Hillary and the guilty people.
	So why should I give a diddly damn about this dude?
	And I don't blame you.
	But do me a favor there, Coach East.
	Like the video.
	You gotta like it.
	Hit that little bell and be notified of live streams, new videos, and whatever you do, I beg to see Jim Portune and treat and ask you, dear friend, to comment.

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