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WE have a winner, then: Donald J Trump is heading back to the White House. For weeks, we’ve been told that it was the most unpredictable race in recent times, I suspect more as an act of denial and self-comforting than any genuine reflection of political reality. The post-match analysis has been even worse.

A constant refrain, often in incredulous intonations from allegedly neutral news broadcasters, has been how Trump won “Latino” men over to his cause. There’s even been the odd on-screen interview with African Americans who voted for him in an attempt to share the pundit’s liberal shock. It’s all there if you want to see it.



From the inherent racism in the idea that, in a land overwhelmingly occupied by people who are migrants or descended from willing or unwilling migrants, any ethnic grouping should vote en bloc for any party or policy to sheer levels of denial of realpolitik from the people making a good living out of claiming to espouse it in their little post-ideology world. I made the mistake of posting something on X (formerly Twitter) in the wake of the farce. “This is where centrism takes you,” I said, “Every time.

” It took off a bit, finding a great deal of sympathy out there, but the push-back was far more interesting. A Scottish centrist commentator told me I was wrong. Instead, without any hint of irony, he told me the issue instead was the “cul-de-sac of post-modern identity politics pushed by the far left.

” Funny thing is, how identity.

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