Every Drop Of Faith

Yesterday I encountered a very strange thing. A friend of mine, who runs a tiny independent Spanish radio broadcaster, mentioned the name of someone he met at one of the Puerto Banus nightspots - someone whose surname was 'Khashoggi...'

And so I said, no, seriously? 

But then my friend started to describe the person, and I thought, well, hell, that isn't the Khashoggi.

Taken a while back, when Paris
was being young and silly

Turns out this individual is one of the sons of Adnan - one of the most successful salespeople in the world of all time. Possibly it will be many more years before the CIA will de-classify files related to what Adnan Khashoggi did for them over the years. Suffice to mention for the moment though, that Richard Perle shot off to see Khashoggi in Switzerland the minute 9/11 happened; well, a very short short time afterwards, anyway. 

As you will know too, I'm sure, Adnan Khashoggi is(was) Dodi Fayed's uncle.

Oh dear, so many wheels within wheels.

So what is young Khashoggi doing? Well he's arranging these super parties for extremely wealthy people all over the world - he runs a company called ELEQT, whose business is events planning and high level introductions and access. Sort of a 'pre-lobbying' stage, almost gate-keeping, thing.

Same guy, of course

Anyway here's my message to you - you clever clever people who come here and read:

Of course, you can stick your head in the lion's mouth... If you want to. I wouldn't advise it though.

How much trouble is going to end up resulting from all of this? 

Would you say? Knowing, that MI6 fucks up virtually everything it gets its dirty little hands into.

SMH.