Dear friendship,
Time is an unyielding gentleman. It is never in a hurry, it does not seek immediate applause, nor does it take part in the ephemeral disputes of the crowd; rather, it advances relentlessly with the heavy stride of truth. When the events of history align upon the table of reality, idle chatter evaporates instantly, leaving room only for what was understood well in advance and for what, through indolence or blindness, people obstinately chose to ignore.
Many years ago, when the world still seemed cradled in a placid and artificial anesthesia, Hermes Veneziano was already mapping out the fault lines of our present with surgical precision. Those were years in which the general chorus recited an entirely different script. On the one hand, mainstream opinion celebrated the glories of a globalization framed as everlasting and pacifying; on the other, within the obscure and peripheral corners of the web, consolatory theories, new-age fables, and a sugary narrative proliferated, promising a miraculous collective quantum leap made of pure beneficial energy and universal love descending from above without the slightest conscious effort.
In those very same days, Hermes spoke a radically different, unvarnished, and rigorous language. He explained, with the clarity of one who reads the unseen ledgers of geopolitics and intelligence, that the course was already set toward an outright collision: an inevitable clash with Russia. Among the many pieces of that operational mosaic, he pointed out a seemingly peripheral yet deeply symbolic signal, a genuine strategic outpost of the intelligence services and a crossroads of subterranean balances: the downfall and closure of the Casinò di Campione d’Italia.
Back then, many detractors remained clinging to their veneer of respectability or their mystical illusions. They met those words with the arrogant sneer of those who do not understand and, precisely for that reason, mock. They took refuge in derision, convinced that the foresight of Hermes was excessive, dystopian, and the byproduct of an overly dark worldview. While they sat comfortably awaiting the grand etheric transformation and the automatic triumph of good, the machinery of real power kept forging the chains of the material world.
Today, years later, the question arises naturally and carries tremendous weight: where have those detractors gone?
Where are those who ridiculed geopolitical and strategic analysis, preferring to indulge in daydreams of low-cost brotherhood? They have vanished into thin air, swallowed by the embarrassed silence of those proven wrong by facts, or they have hastily reinvented themselves, attempting to jump on the bandwagon of evidence only after reality violently knocked at their door.
Today’s reality speaks for itself. The scenario outlined by Hermes has unfolded point by point, without compromise and without deviation. The widespread, devastating confrontation is plain for all to see; international tensions are redrawing the maps of commerce and daily life; and even the operational details concerning those border outposts have revealed their deeper nature. Warning signs once dismissed as mere fantasy have proven to be the very foundations of the current crisis.
And what do we witness today whenever we turn on the television screen or browse the official press? In the gilded parlors of talk shows, inside the deep-dive broadcasts of orthodox thought, and across the columns of mainstream outlets, legions of tie-wearing commentators and eleventh-hour experts appear daily. Speaking with grave tones and the presumption of announcing brand-new revelations, these institutional megaphones do nothing more than parrot, mimic, and copy the very reflections, mechanisms, and dynamics that Hermes laid out with diamond-like lucidity many years prior.
What was once labeled heresy or visionary madness has now become the obligatory script of media discourse. Except that those speaking today do so with culpable delay, devoid of genuine systemic comprehension, and driven solely by the need to manage the narrative and contain public panic. They appropriate concepts that do not belong to them, poorly digesting them and degrading them into propaganda slogans to justify continuous sacrifices, restrictions, and compromises.
Meanwhile, the toll of this prolonged shortsightedness is dumped entirely onto the shoulders of ordinary people. Fuel continues to surge relentlessly, turning simple mobility and honest labor into an unsustainable luxury. The grocery basket has turned into a minefield, utility bills choke households, and small and medium-sized enterprises are strangled by a monetary and fiscal vice that leaves no way out. This economic shipwreck is not an accidental slip: it is the logical, mathematical, and structural outcome of policies engineered over decades behind closed doors.
The true difference between authentic vision and illusion lies right here. Those who fed on consolatory narratives now find themselves disarmed, stunned by events, and entirely at the mercy of outside decisions. Those who instead possessed the courage to listen and understand the warnings of Hermes were able to look the tempest in the eye without being overwhelmed, preparing in due time to defend their own sovereignty, both material and spiritual.
Understanding how real power operates is neither an abstract exercise nor an intellectual pastime: it is an act of self-defense. When an author charts the course with such precision, he does not do so to seek the applause of the crowd, but to provide a compass to those who still have eyes to see and ears to hear. Those who preferred to laugh and wait for miraculous solutions must now reckon with a harsh, unyielding present; those who pursued profound understanding have realized that salvation is built upon awareness, clear-sightedness, and the ability to act beyond imposed frameworks.
The chickens have come home to roost. The veil of hypocrisy has fallen, and the design that Hermes unveiled when all was silent has become the daily chronicle of our era. It is up to each individual to decide whether to remain spoon-fed by the belated narratives of those who always misled, or to finally acknowledge the authentic voices that, standing alone in the wilderness, had already pointed the way before the dark settled completely.
Ilde Garda