From Biden to Trump. What a beautiful journey in 2024. From darkness to light. From irrelevance and chaos, to relevance and order. From the guy who doesn’t even know his name, to the guy who knows it all too well. In a few weeks America will be back in its rightful place in the West and that will be good for Americans, but actually it will be good for the whole world. We have already seen what happens all over the planet when the White House is inhabited by zombies.
Trump won the election dripping blood, the same day he stood up after being shot and refused to leave the stage without making a gesture for posterity.
Trump aside, my summary of the year looks a bit dispassionate and bland.
In Ukraine Putin has continued to play his favorite part, while we westerners have been playing the part we like best too: the fool. There are more wars, of course: the Burmese one (yes, I can’t place it on a map of the world either), the Sudanese one (when hasn’t there been one?), the collective madness in Syria, and of course the infamous war provoked and achieved once again by Hamas terrorists (when will we learn?).
The UN has met a lot of times, basically to say two things: that Israel is to blame for everything, and that either we buy electric cars or the world is going to hell. I see Guterres speak and I always wonder, God almighty, if this is what hell is. By the way: how about electric cars in the middle of a cold snap?
There have been elections in a lot of countries and, to cut a long story short, where the good guys didn’t win, the bad guys did. There have been a few hurricanes, two or three big earthquakes, and in general a lot of people have died from all sorts of causes, which doesn’t seem particularly unusual in a historic sense either. Oh, in April there was a solar eclipse and the networks blew up with apocalyptic messages, but nothing special happened (except the solar eclipse and an affirmation that people like hysteria).
In domestic politics, everything has revolved around the Biden’s thousand and one corrupt dealings and the Democrats’ desperate attempts to cover it all up: the corruption, the evidence, and even Biden’s obvious deteriorating mental health. They have tried to kill Trump, first judicially, then literally, and he has survived by unexpectedly becoming a new American hero. I said it and I repeat it: Trump won the election dripping blood, the same day he stood up after being shot and refused to leave the stage without making a gesture for posterity.
Personally, 2024 has been an intense year. I started it with a huge hangover which I am still enduring. However, I have written more than any previous year, published in more newspapers and magazines than ever before, and several of my articles have been translated into more than a dozen languages around the globe. Disturbing.
Moreover, I was fortunate enough to be able to publish my first book in the United States, I Will Not Eat Crickets, and I must admit that I would be a bit flushed by the generous reviews you are giving it, were it not for the fact that, as a writer, my main issue is my own ego, with a few drops of hubris, so my advisors forbid showing surprise at any flattery.
In short, I am a bit like that Spanish comedian who began his performance in the theater by saying: “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, it is an immense pleasure, a source of pride, and a tremendous honor for all of you to have the opportunity to be sitting there watching me today”.
My 2025 will begin with a few days in my paradise, a small seaside corner of Spain on the border between the regions of Asturias and Galicia. I don’t say its name because I know the good taste of my readers, and if I give clues this summer you will fill it up, and then I won’t have room to dine in the fancy restaurants. For me it will be days of countryside, nature, meditation, simple life, and writing with my feet up in front of the fireplace. In other words, what every good man needs from time to time.
My dear friends and readers of The American Spectator: Happy New Year 2025!
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