Fiumi di parole

This is, has been, and always will be the soundtrack of this humiliating farce (for sentient beings, at least) that continues to be called "elections."
Especially today, all the media will scramble to explain this way, calculate that way, elaborate on this, spouting thousands of percentages - generally unrelated - projections & prospects, pseudo-futuristic musings, stochastic ramblings, and so on.
As if they didn't know (but perhaps they haven't even realized, given the deplorable state of Italian journalism) that there are no results to comment on, simply because there are none, they do not exist, the elections themselves; which are truly a Reality Show done poorly, moreover.

Everything is decided by polls and projections LONG before the voting, with only the approximation of some miserable percentage point. Because Pavlov knows how the dogs will behave.

All of this isn’t said by the usual "someone who knows, who is in the know": it’s just logic.
And you don’t need to be Mr. Spock to get there.

And now, having finished breakfast, I’m off to have a good laugh reading the newspapers.