The Frogs choked
Some members of the Manosphere argue that this is it- the West is done. Stick a fork in it. Do not resuscitate. Send the corpse to the glue factory. It's kicked the can, carked it, bought the farm, taken a dirt nap, gotten over its air addiction.
Others- most notably Vox Day- argue that this is merely the latest round in a long war.
Those others are right. Truly pivotal moments in the histories of nations are rare- I reckon that you can count most of the really consequential ones for Western civilisation on the fingers of both hands, with names like Plataea, Chaeronea and Gaugamela, Chalons, Tours, Manzikert, Constantinople, and of course Vienna.
In reality, nationalism comes and goes in waves, and those waves take decades to build and crest. We are in the midst of just such a cycle now.
To those of us who take the long view, and who are not inclined to hyperbolic overreaction, this is merely a crescendo in a symphony of destruction. (So I love MEGADETH. So what?)
They win in the end because their point of view is much more closely aligned with simple facts of human nature. We are a tribal species. We naturally trust those who look and act and sound most like us. We are xenophobic because we are supposed to be.
So do not be troubled by the fact that the National Front was defeated. In reality, this was a warm-up round.
If they lose in 2022, then it will be time to really be worried. But by then, I wager that the concept of the French "nation" will be in so much peril that the National Front will not merely be an alternative to the establishment, they will be the only alternative for white French people who are sick and tired of seeing their country being sold down the river.