No nuances, no dissimulation. Amazon, Google, and Meta had their checkbooks ready weeks ago, eager to finance, with adolescent enthusiasm, the inauguration party of the president who, until two years ago, was the official villain of their inclusive speeches.

If this were a TV series, it would be the season where the villain becomes the hero—because, in the end, he was always misunderstood.

Now, the big banks and BlackRock are jumping on the same train, abandoning their ecological goals like someone tossing aside a faded Greta Thunberg poster—wrinkled and forgotten in an office.

The dictatorship of political sustainability seems to have gone out of fashion in places where fashion is everything.

Pedro Sánchez, president of Spain, the eternal supporting actor who always finds a way to sneak into the script, is surely already taking notes. Because if there's one thing that characterizes the despot of La Moncloa in Spain, it's his ability to believe that he always has the leading role—even when the film isn't his.

With his Moto Moto pose—the hippopotamus from Madagascar—he thinks everyone admires him.

He's probably already dreaming of his imaginary triumphal entry into the White House. Maybe he'll try to say something grandiose like: "Trump, I lead progressive Europe." And Trump, with his peculiar style, will send him off with a one-way ticket to the Moon, courtesy of Elon Musk, and faster than any Falcon rocket.

The irony is delicious: the globalists—those armchair preachers who have been reading for years about a world without borders or inequality (as long as it doesn't affect their bank accounts)—are now courting the man who promised to build walls, both literally and metaphorically.

BlackRock, the all-powerful investment giant, has decided that there's no point in continuing to fight reality. Its withdrawal from the UN's environmental goals is a confession that grandiose words don't make up for losses on the balance sheet. Words matter, but less than numbers. And the market has never been kind to dogma. And how about George Soros? It seems he's already looking to book a weekend at Mar-a-Lago—not for a quick coffee. No. We'll probably see him on his knees, asking for forgiveness for financing so much wokeness, and maybe even offering to sponsor Trump's next golf season. Because even speculators disguised as philanthropists know when it's time to bow their heads.