Hot Towel Massage (KGB 'old school' stuff)

I suppose one of the most galling things for the corporate media these days, is that the President of the Commonwealth of Independent States, is just so glossy mag-friendly:

From: Gettyimages - Vladimir Putin at a recent
Russian Institute Graduation

There's not a lot going on in the world of glamour, luxury, and frivolous spending these days. I'm not certain why, and I have been toying with the notion that maybe for a few years there has been this global elite with a vast gravy train of money driving the luxury lifestyle platforms and that suddenly they've all disappeared - also taking their gravy away, too.

Me personally I am being forced to revert to pretty ancient classical standbys of the luxury lifestyle ('lifestyle' is a compound noun, by the way, as my eleven year old autistic kid has recently pointed out to me) - the word itself being more than just the sum of its parts; after all, one could have a poverty-stricken 'style' of life, and no one would refer to it as a 'lifestyle' with quite the same glow of meaning!

It's at times like these that the value and worth of a damned good butler can be clearly demonstrated. Butlers are nothing if not mild forms of 'entertainment directors.' Private household staff are extreme rarities these days - but I know of at least one wealthy South African chappy who not only has a butler in his home, but a female one at that. Seriously!

I have yet to see this kind of extravagance proclaimed by those 'wealthy global elite in your face' *-holes who messed up everything in the world, of any meaning and substance, since around the time of the dolt Margaret Thatcher. Even the latest James Bond flick is being 'delayed' until maybe 2020 - the fact being of course, that it never made enough money on the last go-around to extract sufficient cash from that particular gravy train to fund the next iteration in a self-contained way. See what I mean? They messed stuff up. They chose to ignore the classical truth and reality, and started all of this nonsense about twisting what the Bond character was about, and twisting the story basis, and twisting everything save whatever suited their insane 'globalist agendas.'

Poljot 3133 Chronograph - 'President's Watch.'

You will still get the same stupid voices - 'oh but that's just your opinion, some people liked the new Bond, and it still made a lot of money.' No, nobody likes the 'new' Bond except fools and mentally defective knaves, and no, it didn't make any money. 'Published' movie revenue figures have been cons for years - they are based around forced pre-sale agreements with the distribution chains (cinema chains) who are all basically owned by the same coterie of families (mostly just one family - Kirby) and incestuous un-audited Swiss-registered trusts; they certainly don't represent audited actual ticket sales numbers at the Box Office.

The Bond franchise turned into rubbish produced by your typical nouveau riche non-entity with absolutely zero creativity and even less taste or class. If I see another movie wherein the idea of drama is portrayed by actors rushing about with pointless appalled looks on their faces as someone throws marbles into the air, or on the ground, or down the drain-pipers - whatever...

Drama - in case you were presently lacking in a truly plangent sense of it - is when an old expert barber cautiously unfolds a very hot towel, and gingerly places it entirely over your face, having first sprayed it with an exclusive and very privately-patronage'd properly, natural pernambuco-wood aged, and fermented, Bay Rum. 

Amber Rudd says not to jump to conclusions about who did the 'nerve gas' thing this week in England. It wasn't the Russians, that's for sure. What happened was so lacking in creativity and so old fashioned. It has all the hallmarks of the team that supplied us with Alexander Downer, and Christopher Steele.