Will an 'unreserved apology' help those who worked their a** off to obtain a mortgage for their families only to have it repossessed because of the gutless activities of these faceless, chinless, in-bred morons?
Politicians lack vision to deal with it, though it is more likely because their illicit dealings cross paths in one way or another. Just as much as they are unable to deal with and have illicit dealings with a massive rise in a shadow economy, an economy based on drugs, trafficked women and illegal labour.
A photograph in a book by Misha Glenny called McMafia - 'Crime Without Frontiers' shows three men in swimming costumes at some resort. They are all capaciously built and they swagger with power and arrogance. Around their necks they sport chains of bling, so massive they would shame even the most extravagant rapper. The caption reads: 'Bulgaria's nascent capitalist class gathers for its annual general meeting.' The words might be ironic, but there is something genuinely disturbing, even mildly terrifying, about the image. It speaks of a sort of ruthless consumption, an appetite for stuff that knows no moral, aesthetic or sensible bounds. You look at it and think: 'I wouldn't want to be in the way of what they want.'
Ever get the feeling you've been blatantly robbed in broad daylight by government endorsed gangsters?
Politicians lack vision to deal with it, though it is more likely because their illicit dealings cross paths in one way or another. Just as much as they are unable to deal with and have illicit dealings with a massive rise in a shadow economy, an economy based on drugs, trafficked women and illegal labour.
A photograph in a book by Misha Glenny called McMafia - 'Crime Without Frontiers' shows three men in swimming costumes at some resort. They are all capaciously built and they swagger with power and arrogance. Around their necks they sport chains of bling, so massive they would shame even the most extravagant rapper. The caption reads: 'Bulgaria's nascent capitalist class gathers for its annual general meeting.' The words might be ironic, but there is something genuinely disturbing, even mildly terrifying, about the image. It speaks of a sort of ruthless consumption, an appetite for stuff that knows no moral, aesthetic or sensible bounds. You look at it and think: 'I wouldn't want to be in the way of what they want.'
Ever get the feeling you've been blatantly robbed in broad daylight by government endorsed gangsters?