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Becoming Brigitte: One Coincidence Too Many | Ep 3

08 Feb 2025

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Episode three of Becoming Brigitte. As we dig deeper into Emmanuel Macron's past we notice one coincidence too many. My new book, Make Him A Sandwich, is available for purchase at https://www.makehimasandwich.com or go to https://candaceowens.com and hit the link in the banner. GoldCo Diversify your savings! http://www.candacelikesgold.com Tax Network USA Call 1(800)-958-1000 for a private, free consultation, or visit http://www.TNUSA.com/Candace American Financing Act today! Call 800-795-1210 or visit http://www.AmericanFinancing.net/owens NMLS 182334, http://www.nmlsconsumeraccess.org Candace Official Website: https://candaceowens.com Candace Merch: https://shop.candaceowens.com Candace on Apple Podcasts: https://t.co/Pp5VZiLXbq Candace on Spotify: https://t.co/16pMuADXuT Candace on Rumble: https://rumble.com/c/RealCandaceO Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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0.509 - 22.54 Candace Owens

All right, you guys, you made it to Friday. I am so sorry that we are running late. Today has been an insane day and it seems to only be getting crazier. So first, we're going to jump right back into our series because we left you on a bit of a cliffhanger. We showed you this side by side of current President Emmanuel Macron and a person who was supposed to be Brigitte's nephew, his wife's nephew.

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22.62 - 40.825 Candace Owens

But these two people who are not supposed to be in any way related look way too much alike. Is this just a coincidence? Well, you will soon come to realize that there are a lot of strange coincidences that just keep arising when it comes to the McCrones and their mysterious backgrounds. So welcome back to our Becoming Brigitte series.

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55.939 - 71.061 Candace Owens

Okay, so to briefly recap, last episode we learned that Emmanuel Macron's classmates described him as a bit of a mystery. No one knew what he was up to outside of school. He kept to himself. He wasn't a part of any cliques. Nobody knew anything about his parents or what they did for a living. Okay?

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72.503 - 92.054 Candace Owens

We also learned that Emmanuel Macron, as the president, appeared to know very little about his own immediate family. We sort of recounted a couple of stories for you, not also including a couple of lines about his family, only a couple of lines about his family in his autobiography, while having much more to say about Brigitte's family.

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92.675 - 113.077 Candace Owens

His family appears equally as distant from him as he is from them, refusing to discuss him ever. And his biological brother, told a work colleague that Emmanuel was his first cousin. And that was before he became president. So they were all writing when someone said, oh, do you know this guy who's like one of the ministers? And he's like, no, that's my cousin.

114.073 - 131.786 Candace Owens

Then there is, of course, the odd circumstance of him having been asked about his biological sister who lived nearby, a politician. And when the politician asked about her, oddly, Emmanuel didn't answer, but he looked at Brigitte to know what to say. That's weird. OK.

133.087 - 152.856 Candace Owens

Now, the only family member that seems to get any airtime from Emmanuel Macron, the person that he seems comfortable discussing publicly and showing affection for is his grandmother, okay? His grandmother was a woman named Germaine Nogue, born Germaine Arribette, who he affectionately referred to as Manette, okay? There they are together.

153.236 - 172.523 Candace Owens

When discussing his childhood in his book, Revolution, she is the only one that he incorporates into his childhood often. He wrote this, quote, So I spent my childhood in books, somewhat out of the world. It was a still life. I remember those early mornings when I would go to her room and she would tell me stories of her wartime friendships.

173.143 - 191.878 Candace Owens

As a child, I would pick up the thread of the interrupted discussion every day and travel through her life as if picking up a novel. and the smell of coffee she sometimes brewed in the middle of the night, and my bedroom door ajar as early as seven in the morning when I had not yet come to her, exclaiming with feigned concern, are you still asleep?

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