What do I think of Trump. Signed: Damato
The Scratches of Damato
I swear to you that those "Giuseppi" thrown like two balls to Conte last year have nothing to do with it, one for the majority with whom he had governed until the day before and the other for the new one he was dealing with more or less behind the scenes to remain at Palazzo Chigi until the ordinary end, even, of the legislature that began in 2018. Yet the largest party that came out of the polls had already lost half of the votes along the way in the occasions the Italians had to return to the cabin. In the antipathy that I am about to express, or reiterate, towards the outgoing president of the United States Donald Trump there is more.
The distrust of Conte for the ease with which he has so far played his objectively improvised role as Prime Minister, having done a completely different job before arriving at Palazzo Chigi, limited in his damage only by the growing and less and less silent substitute of the head of the State Sergio Mattarella, does not have any influence on what Trump inspires me.
It is enough for me to confirm my distrust of Trump that very black boxing glove raised while the votes of the Americans were counted to celebrate a victory materially not yet conquered and I fear often to threaten to punch the competitor if he had really overtaken him, and in any case to contest its eventual success with practices that in Italy we would define judicial, including stamped papers, lawyers, lawyers and magistrates with moods no less variable than those of our home. I wrote home, mind you, not what, much less with a capital letter. Fortunately, Trump has shown, among other things, in his four-year reign that he does not have high regard for the United Nations. He would have already called the blue helmets to watch American polling stations and post offices.
Already mocked by Covid, on the other hand in numerous company everywhere, from the terrace of his Trump White House with that glove, that fist, that style and that vigor all studied, solid as paper mache, he will not be able to go far: not much farther than where he has already arrived, keeping the whole world in suspense: the opposite of America to which at least my generation had become accustomed, albeit closed as a precaution by Giovanni Toti, the governor of Liguria, in some of the wardrobes of his residences.
I enter the workshop for reasons of heart, betting on Makkox's cartoon for Il Foglio , that is, on Joe Biden. Okay, Obama's former deputy would finish his term at 82: how many was Sandro Pertini – I heard it remembered in some television programs with a certain skepticism – at the time of his election as President of the Italian Republic in 1978. Seven years later, if it had been up to him, it would have doubled. And he was, indeed he is in the memory of the Italians, perhaps the most regretted president among those who succeeded the Quirinale, with no offense to the dead and the living.
This is a machine translation from Italian language of a post published on Start Magazine at the URL https://www.startmag.it/mondo/che-cosa-penso-di-trump/ on Thu, 05 Nov 2020 06:10:56 +0000.