Remember Steve Forbes? The little wrinkly old guy with the zero social skills who ran for president by focusing his campaign on establishing the flat income tax but never made it past the Republican nomination?
Twice?
Yeah, that guy. The one who would have faded into oblivion had he not had the foresight to immortalize himself with a magazine that reports to us every so often that the world's billionaires are doing just fine, thank you very much?
Yeah, that's him. Well, it turns out that this Forbes guy is still alive. Did you know that? I didn't know that. He's still alive, has a show on Faux News and is not dead yet. In fact, he's really not that old. Born in 1947 -- only a year before Israel was born. Lots of people alive today still remember 1947. And lots, lots more people would still remember 1947 if Israel wouldn't have killed them a year later on her birthday.
So I just found out that this Forbes guy who is still alive was appointed as Rudy Giuliani's campaign something, and so now I feel better about the 2008 elections. I feel better now because Rudy has been ahead in the polls, and it feels great knowing now that Rudy has people behind him who really know how to run campaigns into the ground by failing to realize stuff like that America isn't too keen on having that type of 18th century tax system that, you know, triggered the French Revolution.
Speaking of out of touch with reality, Forbes Magazine just came out with their World's Richest People issue and has asked that we swoon. They've also decided to dedicate a special section for the Middle East's billionaires so that those of us with the Southwest Asian fetishes can swoon.
As it turns out, the richest guy in the Middle East is not the richest guy in the world. Not even top ten. He's only #13. It also turns out that his name is not Mohammed. But don't worry -- he's from Saudi Arabia. The world is still round.
He is the guy Forbes describes as a "self made" billionaire (*choking with laughter*). He is the guy who cashes the monthly checks I write to my CitiBank frequent flyer credit card. He is the guy who can claim to be Saudi Arabia's favorite nephew. Presenting... none other than Prince Mr. Bean Talal Alsaud
... whose net worth is an estimated USD 20.3 billion. All peanuts when converted to British pounds.
Might be why he's looking so angry.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Forbes Magazine's Middle East Billies
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Did you notice that inspite of all the Arab oil, 7 out of the 20 billionaires are Israeli?
Oh, what an informed comment. You mean to imply these Arab billionaires made their money from oil?
Well, only one out the 20 made his fortune in Oil& Gas. The rest are in investment,finance, telecom, engineering and construction. While on the other hand, the six Israelis, not 7, all but two made their money off of gambling, African diamond trade, Partnership with Rupert Mordoch, and military hardware manufacturing.
First, your baseless characterization of the Israeli billionaires is hilarious (and there are 7, the Ofer brothers is each a billionaire in his own right and their business holdings are separate).
Second, what is exactly funding all the construction and investment capital in the Gulf states, the Camel Racing Channel?
Oil, Oil, Oil.
"Lots of people alive today still remember 1947. And lots, lots more people would still remember 1947 if Israel wouldn't have killed them a year later on her birthday."
-- How's arabic learning going Qui Qui? I can't wait till you're able to write such intellectually rooted statements in another language. Good luck!
Lots of Jews would be for the one state solution if they didn't remember that in 1929 the Arabs of Hebron turned on their fellow Jewish Palestinians who lived there for hundreds of years and murdered them in cold blood.
And if you think any Jew has forgotten this massacre think again. The people of Hebron will pay dearly for their crimes. Justice must prevail.
is this seriously his picture??? receding hairline, mullet, porn 'stache, and detective sunglasses??? the man is a 1970s B-movie love machine! what truck stop cocktail waitress wouldn't want to bang him?!
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