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One of Tsipras’s backers is a publisher by the name of Bobolas, whose TV network and newspapers parrot him and his populist message. Greece stays in Europe but does not pay her debts. Nice work if you can get it.
After the collapse of the military regime in 1974, two of Greece’s greatest con men and crooks, Karamanlis and Papandreou, played musical chairs with the premiership for 20 years. The nephew and son of the two con men also became prime ministers but Papa junior was honest. (That’s why he lasted only two years.) Karamanlis junior was a fat slob who matched Andreas Papandreou in fiddling the books. His successor as head of the centre-right ND party, Samaras, is the type of creature God created after the rattlesnake. Same characteristics, except the snake gives off a warning. Samaras is a born traitor and opportunist but he’s most likely the next prime minister of Greece.
But any way you look at it, Greece cannot continue with the austerity measures, and should opt out of a system that violates national sovereignty, and is a doomsday machine for destroying jobs and stifling growth. Yet David Cameron and George Osborne continue to back this Trojan horse instead of taking the opportunity to get out once and for all. But what Britain does is none of my business. If the Brits allow their leaders to commit national suicide, tant pis, as the frogs say. Greece is my business, however, and Greece should never have joined the euro, but it suited those faceless suits in Brussels and the crooks in Athens to do so. Now the chickens have come home to roost, as they say back in Kansas.
It’s very simple really. A shopkeeper in Kansas will pay his taxes and will not complain when his hard-earned moolah ends up propping up some Latino’s drug habit in New York. They’re both Americans, he figures. Uncle Sam spreads the wealth around as he sees fit. But a German does not think his hard-earned moolah should help a Greek civil servant to retire at 50. The tragedy is that so many good and honest hard-working Greeks have lost everything while the Brussels gangsters summit and summit and summit and summit some more. God, what I would give to meet one of these bureaucrooks in an enclosed and soundproofed room. Almost as much as I would give to run over a few Greek politicians, starting with the fat Karamanlis.
Yes, dear Speccie readers, crime does pay, all you have to do is look around you. Which I’m doing here in Cannes and Antibes. Russian bling is choking the place to death. Last week I went to Eden Roc for one of those ghastly parties given by outrageously expensive jewellery salesmen, one only Dante could describe accurately. Never have I seen such foul-mouthed, avaricious, posturing peacocks. Most of them were young and middle-aged Russians. They were coarse and arrogant, and obviously conceived by chimps with a dose of the clap. These unrepentant vulgarians are everywhere, cultural vandals, as amoral as they are venal. They are covered in bling, as are their wives and hookers. Personally, I’d rather dine with the Michaels of Kent for two nights running than pay a return visit to Eden Roc. I left almost immediately and I’m very surprised I kept my lunch and dinner down having been in their proximity for less than a minute.
Otherwise things are hunky-dory. I’m filming for one more day — I think I’m bigger than Garbo — which made me miss Wafic and Rosemary Said’s daughter’s wedding in Paris. The things I will sacrifice for art. I would have loved to go to Paris in May for a wonderful friend’s party, especially as it was in Versailles, but my fans would have rioted. Seduced and Abandoned is a great movie, but without Taki it’s nuthin.
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