I don’t know whether you’ve heard, but here in the UK we took the following approach to Melania, the documentary going out on general release tomorrow night (Friday 30th January): apart from the odd national journalist who’s obliged to go, but who, such is the state of things, may work for a proprietor whose interest in reporting the truth cannot be assumed. And so, we planned to nominate a single person per community to witness it on our behalf. Unfortunately, in most communities, we couldn’t raise a single volunteer prepared to do this.
So instead, we will use the space that was to be devoted to a review, to do the same for the film’s financier: pusillanimous, lazy-eyed, pygmy, little Frayed Bezos.
Much of this is already known, but here it is presented in short-form, from my perspective, all in one space. We cannot say these things too often, and it seems an appropriate moment to recall them.
Cubby Begge
special correspondent.
Before we start all that, this is what our friends in the USA are saying:
The Film
Said to be a documentary, it is known by those who worked on it, and others who have since promoted it, to be a mere puff-piece. Frayed Bezos put up $40M to make the film. An unctuously polite overpayment; and displayed similar largesse ($35M) to promote it, in a deal that somehow managed to be more nauseatingly spineless than his blocking of his own Washington Posts’ intended editorial prior to the 2024 General Election. Two thirds of the crew have asked to have their names withdrawn from the credits.
Tax
You likely know that he doesn’t pay tax. You probably also know that he looks upon his workers as disposable units which he employs on a frugality model, paying most of them less than they need to live, and imposing on them conditions which are detrimental to their health —as if this wizened nerd, entirely bereft of empathy, regards them as “for the moment” sentient humanoids, to be tolerated as expendable resources, until their robot replacements come along.
What is seldom said, though, is that these same staff are forced to seek welfare in order to live healthy lives. This means that the government, which does not collect tax from him, subsidises the running costs of his businesses. By providing food stamps, and healthcare, they make up the shortfall in the wages he refuses to pay. But there is no corresponding payment to the government, by tax, or by philanthropy to cover the gap. Yes, the second wealthiest man on the planet, is a net recipient of the tax system. Like K-Hole Bokx, above him, he is a welfare recipient. The state pay to have little Frayed Bezos to become a trillionaire. And he thinks that’s a great idea.
His is, however, the second highest spending corporation in Washington. To lobbyists, mainly.
Pollution
Amazon is one of the most egregious polluters on the planet. Frayed Bezos’ attitude to the earth (check this out, it’s from his own lips), is that we are to colonise the moon, and such planets as will tolerate us, and to treat the earth as an adventure park to which we can return every now and again as a treat. It is from another place, that he thinks we should work out how to, and then fix, our home planet, by then empty of humans.
Philanthropy and projects to advance human knowledge and endeavour
I don’t know whether the richest once competed against each other in little battles of pride; or whether they all possessed something more akin to a shallow Trump-like desire to have their names put on the buildings dedicated to the progress of learning, and advancement of the species. But now they don’t. And leading the way is second richest man the planet has ever known, the nonentity Frayed Bezos. Like K-Hole Bokx, he is happy to fund his own masturbatory space projects. Though with Little-B, we get a bonus, beyond the funding. He also considers himself so crucial to their success, that he’s their astronaut too! How often do we forget to reflect how great is our fortune to have a man like this walk amongst us.
I personally cannot understand how anyone could witness his return from his “space” flight, wearing his astronaut’s overalls, and his dad’s cowboy hat, expecting a round of applause, and not decide to hate forever the creep that stood on their screens before them. Irrespective of all his other delinquencies, this craven pursuit of perceived glory told the story of this inadequate pygmy more eloquently than any of his exploitation of his employees and non-payment of tax, ever could.
Dickie White's Diary 
a face like a pie
With a wonky eye.
He’ll never not be Frayed Bezos to me now.
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