by Giulio Meotti
I have seen the actors coming down from their Enchanted Kingdom’s penthouses in Manhattan and dancing ecstatically in the street
I have seen the Chinese Communist Party happily glimpsing an “opportunity”
I have seen sugary writers kneeling seduced by the spirit of the time.
I have seen all the editors uncorking bottles of champagne placed in the fridge four years ago
I have seen Pope Francis preparing to meet the incumbent US President.
I’ve seen organizations that perceive reality like in Philip Dick’s novels congratulating each other.
I have seen the Iranians and Palestinians breathing a great sigh of relief.
I have seen the European Union more lively than ever before.
I have seen the UN taking stock of the money that will flow again.
I have seen US universities already working at re-education courses for the bad white man.
I have seen the celebration in “Cordicopolis”, the city of the heart of Philippe Muray.
I have seen Greta Thunberg smiling again.
I have seen all this and much more and it hasn’t even started yet, but I already miss those “deplorables” of Donald Trump.
Because when the Western self-titled “good guys” are too happy, nothing good is going to happen in the West.