Éric Zemmour, the policeman of Saint-Tropez

The great replacement of the Provençal village began in the 1950s. At first, we found them nice, the Johnnys, the Eddy Barclays, but the white evenings ended. Make way for the Black Visa. Saint-Tropez is invaded by hordes of migrants who land from the four corners of the Mediterranean in makeshift boats… well, big fortunes, boats called “yachts”. I don’t know how many they are in, it howls, it screams all night long, it prevents the fishermen from fishing and the sea bream from browning. In short, in short, we are counting on you, Eric Zemmour, to put the pretty fishing port back in the hands of the Republic.

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