And in the end, The Donald won. Forget suspense, days of counting, accusations of fraud, and the bureaucracy of democracy. He won clearly and immediately, all night long. He won in almost all the critical swing states; he took the super-contested and symbolic Pennsylvania, where both candidates had poured energy and money. Politically and definitively, Trump won—without ifs or buts. Harris and her Democratic supporters have been silenced. Trump, on the other hand, is speaking up, promising a new golden age for America.
As we speak, the entire troop of professional thinkers is already changing its tune, even in Italy. The tone has shifted from the possible triumph of the progressive illusion to the brutal calculation of its consequences, both economically and in foreign policy. The paranoia and complaints from the politically correct crowd are already starting. Meanwhile, European chancelleries are revisiting alliances and using more measured language—no longer labeling Trump as a narcissistic, arrogant, crazy billionaire. This man, twice now, has tapped into the deep soul of the United States, which isn’t found in the refined living rooms of central Rome and Milan, nor in the elite circles of the East Coast metropolises or the glittering, thorny Hollywood hills.
Elon Musk, with his wealth and vision, had more influence on public perception by constantly calling him a fascist—him, Trump, and strangely enough, Meloni as well. They are here to govern, and for a long time. People, both in America and here, have simple needs, especially economic ones. They don’t want a third world war or unrestrained immigration that overwhelms every sense of identity.
However it goes, Trump is heading to the White House, and the scriptwriters at Netflix may need to rewrite their plots.
