Commentary will resume in a day or two. (Isn’t passive voice wonderful?) Yes, health issues, but on this particular Sunday evening the news was full of only the expected –
BBC: Pandora Papers: Secret Wealth and Dealings of World Leaders Exposed – Washington Post: Billions Hidden Beyond Reach – and Pandora Papers Reveal Hidden Riches of Putin’s Inner Circle and Putin’s Alleged Mistress Bought a $4 Million Pad in Monaco, Pandora Papers Reveal and Prime Minister Imran Khan Promised ‘New Pakistan’ But Members of His Inner Circle Secretly Moved Millions Offshore and While His Country Struggles, Jordan’s King Abdullah Secretly Splurges and When Latin America’s Elite Wanted To Hide Their Wealth, They Turned To This Panama Firm and so on.
On Sunday afternoon, the International Consortium of Investigative Journalists, in partnership with 150 media organizations around the globe, published a two-year-long investigation into the offshore finances of hundreds of politicians, public officials, and billionaires, based on 11.9 million financial records. It is the largest investigation of its kind, eclipsing the Panama Papers published in 2016.
The blockbuster investigation, called the “Pandora Papers,” reveals offshore holdings belonging to more than 130 billionaires and to dozens of heads of state, including the leaders of Jordan, Kenya, Ecuador, Côte d’Ivoire, the Czech Republic, Gabon, and Russia.
But what is there to say? Was anyone anywhere really surprised by this? This was just conformation of how the world really works. This was a day for cynics, who look at those who are shouting out (or typing out) their outrage at all this, to ask the obvious question. What planet did you think you were living on?
That’s why there’s no Sunday evening here. What is there to say?
Think about something else. This was Saturday here;
Ongoing Roses (25 images): It’s autumn. No, it isn’t. The summer roses are still here, and maturing nicely.
Mainly Hibiscus (35 images): The first Saturday in October in Los Angeles. One hundred in the shade at noon. Dry as a bone. The sky impossibly blue and the sun brutal, and great Hibiscus everywhere. It’s autumn in Hollywood. There are those Birds of Paradise everywhere.