High Life

Everything’s Hunky-Dory

January 28, 2017

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Everything’s Hunky-Dory

GSTAAD—The snows came tumbling down just as the camel drivers headed back to the Gulf. In fact, they never saw the white outdoor stuff. And a good thing it was, too. The outdoor stuff makes everything look so pretty, the glitzy types might be tempted to return. God forbid. And let them stick to the white indoor stuff.

The problem with Gstaad is the local council. They remind me of the EU: They’re intransigent and shortsighted, and they stick to a losing game. In Brussels they keep passing more and more laws and regulations. In Gstaad they keep putting up their prices and building more and more apartments. As a gentleman with a close association to The Spectator told me, “My son doesn’t come here because there are no young women around.” His son is absolutely right. Unless you’re a hooker or have a very large fortune of your own, Gstaad can be prohibitively expensive. For some of us who prefer girls not for sale, and are weary of women with large fortunes who are used to pushing people around, this can be a problem. Like my South African friends Arnold and Penelope Taylor, with young sons, they head for Wengen, which is as traditional as Gstaad used to be and with a much lower profile.

“For the moment, Brexit and the Donald are asking for a reshuffle of the stacked deck.”

Never mind. Now that the Donald is president, everything will change in a jiffy. The local council will tear down all the new apartment buildings that remain empty, prices will be slashed by 90 percent, and beautiful debs will be imported from Paris, London, and New York to service some of our young bucks cutting lonely christianias in the virgin snows. Yes, and the interiors of Dubai hotels will soon look like St. James’s clubs.

Otherwise, everything’s hunky-dory. There is a multibillionaires’ club planned on the Eggli mountain, one that will save its ski lift from being shut down. The mauvaise langues insist that the billionaires are all Jewish gents who no longer wish to wait for membership in the Eagle Club. Personally, I don’t agree with the naysayers. Yes, the billionaires are mostly Jewish, but the reason their membership applications have been delayed is that the club is full, and that they’re old and don’t ski. (Nor do they look so good.) It has as much to do with being Jewish as I have to do with the Ecclestone family. Absolutely zero. (Incidentally, I don’t think that Bernie is involved in the project, but I dropped his name just in case.)

Mind you, speaking of being old, I went skiing for the first time this year and it was a bit like Sylvester Stallone doing a Nutcracker ballet solo: embarrassing and comical. A bad fall brought down the final curtain, but I’m going right back up this week to try it again. If I miss next week’s deadline, you can contact me at Saanen hospital, the one they shut down after we had all given thousands to keep it open. Such are the joys of the idle rich. And speaking of them, they were all in Davos last week, men and a few women who have a refreshing lack of interest in appearing to be good people. Well, that is not technically correct. They make all the right noises, but deep down inside they’re all George Soroses: greedy, self-important transnationalists who see national loyalty as an obstacle to their financial ambitions to control everything and everybody.

World government is what they seek, with themselves pulling the strings, but for the moment Brexit and the Donald are asking for a reshuffle of the stacked deck. So they all make the right noises in Davos and pretend that to love one’s country and one’s heritage is fine, but this week they’re already back in whatever hole they came from, trying to undo history. Can you, dear readers, imagine a worse scenario than to have your future decided by George Soros, Angela Merkel, and Angelina Jolie? All three were omnipotent in Davos last week, a resort that needs cleaning up more than the Augean stables ever did.

Yup, that’s what Davos Man is all about: a hyperconnected network of billionaires and brain-drained Hollywood celebrities suffering from too many colonic irrigations, both still delusional and both still believing in more and more lawmaking. The EU mentality is their mother and George Soros’ principles their father, and God forbid they ever get their way. They’ve already destroyed old Europe, and their next project is the world. In fact, old Adolf and they would have been good partners, except the former left the scene rather early back in ’45.

They say the unexamined life is not worth living, but I sure would hate to know about the examined life of Davos Man. It would be such a horror show, I’d never sleep again. But why am I bringing up such terrible things? The snow is perfect, the sun is out, the glitzy types are gone, my children are out on the slopes egging me on to go faster—they must need funds badly—and, as I said, everything’s hunky-dory. Yippee!

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