The West screwed up – by trusting London
Long before the seizure of Ukraine’s west in 2014, the free people of Europe knew they were dealing with something nasty in the Kremlin
But avarice and the perverse psychological needs of those at the fringes of western political life ensured that the Kremlin always had apologists in the free world. That is assuming they were not being paid directly by the Kremlin. But we will find that out soon
Let’s get to the point immediately – The City of London has made a whore of itself to every scumbag crook and thug in the world and this time it has gone too far.
The reckoning is coming, and coming soon, for them all
Where else in the world would the former Minister of Finance be made editor of the capital city’s only newspaper, with no journalistic experience. Nowhere
And where else would that newspaper be owned by the son of a Russian oligarch and that son was later made a Lord, with the opportunity to sit in the House of Lords and make laws, unelected, for the entire population of a country.
Nowhere but “Moskva Na Thamese”, where the grotesque combination of Russian Oligarch cash has come face to pasty face with former public school boys and their natural sense of entitlement to everything the world has, regardless of its source. The Empire may have crumbled but the shameless, morally bankrupt way of doing business which sustained it, lives on in the culture of “offshore banking” so conveniently overseen by the Bank of England
Money acquired from the rigged markets which ravished Russia of its natural wealth in the 1990s, and fed it to a tiny slimy elite, found a natural welcoming home through The City of London. It offers all of the oversight of a western banking service with all of the secrecy of a Colombian drug cartel’s money vault. A perfect veneer of honesty and reliability wrapped around the stinking rats nest of the global kleptocracy.
Are you a man who has more money than he knows what to do with but still wants to keep it all secret? Possibly a Middle Eastern warlord (sorry, national leader) who has his security team literally hack journalists to death. – “London.. London’s dah place for me”, as the 50s Calypso singers sang.
Source unimportant. Morality optional. Grotesque wealth – priceless
Kremlin Vermin 