An acquaintance in Switzerland feels for the good old days of Mutually Assured Destruction ,when East was East, West was West, and the Fulda Gap was somewhere in the middle.
"Waged against the Russkies during the bad old days of the Cold War. All
for nought, I must say. We beat the evil system but lost the f-----
war. The bloody Russians are here, and they are one hundred times worse
than those nice guys who once upon a time gave us the Gulag...Russian oligarchs are like Gulag guards, but
unlike the latter, they are out of Siberia and among us. They're
fat, vulgar, coarse, loud, as physically
possible to be, uncouth, uncultivated, boorish, and brutal, and that’s
only from afar.
They make rich Saudis sound fun.
They’ve occupied and ruined Courchevel, St. Moritz, Val d’Isere, and are now laying siege to Verbier, which, in a way, might force out British oiks and improve the place. Gstaad is still holding out, a beautiful Byzantium surrounded by barbarians—and we all know how that one turned out....
Why oh why was I so dumb all these years. Cuddly commies tortured and shot their own kind. They never came to the Alps, never owned superyachts, football teams, or private jets, and their women were of age. Ah, for those good old days of fat Russian hookers with unshaved armpits."