This is the best news I’ve had since both the governor of the state of New York and a congressman from the depraved city of New York had to resign because of sex scandals. The latest good news is that Saudi Arabia will not have Uncle Sam to kick around much longer. Unfortunately, the kicking won’t stop until 2030, when the United States will finally become self-sufficient in black gold and will be able to say sayonara to probably the most disgusting, revolting, and odious barbarians to inhabit this planet of ours, and in this I include the fanatic Jewish settlers of the occupied territories. I know, I know, I’m going too far. Nothing can top the settlers as far as intellectual squalor is concerned, but the Saudis somehow manage it.
In all the years I’ve lived in London—where the place is crawling with them—I’ve yet to meet one of these bums who didn’t treat poor people like dirt, didn’t abuse women, didn’t physically beat up his servants, and ever paid his bills on time. Now I’m sure there are a few Saudis who are educated and act like normal human beings, but I have yet to meet any of them. There are many reasons for this, but the main one is Wahhabism, a fanatical order of Islam that even a Hollywood scriptwriter couldn’t invent. Think of primitive man just before he discovered how to make fire, go back a thousand years or so, and then you might begin to understand the mental state of affairs in Saudi Arabia today. The muttawah (religious police) are everywhere, separating men and women and enforcing laws that wouldn’t stand up even in the Gulag. Everyone lives in houses that are enclosed—no verandas, no balconies, certainly no gardens in that horrible, arid hellhole. Women are permitted to mix only with other women, who must be relations. A man may order his woman around in the manner German guards ordered concentration-camp orderlies. There is no recourse if a woman objects, except for escape from the country. Sometime during the past decade 26 girls died in a fire when the religious police refused to let them escape the flames without being properly dressed. This act alone should have seen the world declare war against the Saudis, but what we did instead was look on approvingly when George W. Bush held hands with Abdullah, the head camel driver, just before the Iraq war.
The Saudis treat other Islamic sects in the benevolent manner Nero and Caligula behaved toward their Christian slaves. In the eastern part of this hellhole, where the oil reserves are, Shia Muslims who do all the heavy lifting live in conditions unfit for rats and other such vermin. The religious authorities regard them as heretics and act toward them accordingly. In Bahrain, also a so-called kingdom, the head, one Khalifa, regards the 75 percent of the population that is Shia as subhuman, and occasionally calls for help from the Saudis whenever the natives get restless. Saudi tanks cross over a skyway and restore order.
Which brings me to the ruling family, all 40,000 of them, a tribe that the genuflecting media refer to as royals. These bums are all descended from Abdul Aziz ibn Abdul Rahman Al-Saud, a peasant who emerged from the desert back in the early 30’s, kicked out the Hashemite royal family, and declared himself king. FDR, in his infinite wisdom, became his protector in exchange for oil exploration by the nice American oil companies. Today, Europe is selling Ibn Saud’s issue its companies, banks, real estate, hotels, yachts, hookers, airplanes, weapons, and liquor. Despite the strict laws prohibiting booze, these billionaire camel jockeys drink, whore, and gamble in Europe’s fleshpots in a manner that would have caused the old Russian aristocracy to shave their beards in shame, had they managed to approach the Saudi excesses. Talk about a place that needs a revolution, and needs it very badly!
As Mark Steyn wrote, “unlimited Saudi money can put pressure on American publishers, institutions and media that will eventually render the First Amendment moot.” And it gets worse. The tens of thousands of madrassas throughout the world—schools were the young are taught to hate the West—are all paid for by Saudi money, which in reality is your and my dollars as we continue to pay top price for Saudi oil. So what will happen when the wells run dry, or when the rest of the world, including China, finds enough alternative energies to send the ghastly ones to hell?
Well, for one, the hookers will have to look for other jobs, as will the expensive strip joints of the French Riviera. Casinos, ditto, but there’s always the Russians, some of whom resemble the Saudis in manners, if not in looks. The internet apparently has caused some rumbles among the young, but even the Saudi youth is no prize. They are a suspicious lot, devoid of love of the arts or enjoyment of beauty. I shall not be around when the Saudi kleptocracy finally crumbles, but one thing is for sure: When Ibn Saud met the Almighty, he had a lot to answer for.