Time for commercial political movies is long over. Other movies, poorly pivoting on sex, violence and crime, are rendered deadly dull, while some world news, such as on Libya, Syria, Yemen, etc, all full of suspense, is partially better than a blank TV screen. However, if you prick up your ears, you may find some itty-bitty peripheral news, unscrupulously released, which can let the two loose ends of news story meet.
Anyway, tyrants come and tyrants go. It is no longer a secret to say that tyrants, whether outgoing or incoming, are on someone's payroll. When the services of an old tyrant are no longer required, they are not sent to the gallows. With the advent of satellite TVs, even there is no need to hang a body double to quell the angry mob. Producers simply show a Photoshop clip of the tyrant being hanged. When a tyrant is virtually hanged, the deposed tyrant's expertise is not discarded. From that point on, he shall be used as a behind-the-scene consultant to betray his foes and friends.
Tyrants, mostly psychos, know how slippery their positions are. Notwithstanding, they die for praise, admiration and so on. When they have grabbed power, money, status etc, they pause momentarily and ask themselves if they have not missed anything. Oh, yah, sex! They ask their butlers to arrange for prettiest call girls. Soon the tyrants will be surrounded by dozens of girls from various creeds and races. But the tyrants do miss a point: Sex requires tranquility and peace of mind, something they are deprived of. At any rate, the tyrants, like all psychos pretend they are enjoying sex.
Anyway, once one of these deposed tyrants, working as an adviser to a central news agency, saw one of his former girls hurriedly passing his room in the compound. Since, to these psychos nothing is impossible, he was not surprised to see her there. He simply called out to the girl, "Hey, Natasha, 'Ya Habibi' (Arabic for my darling). What are you doing here? The girl, apathetically, shouted back, "Ditto, tovarich.", but, anyway, she approached the deposed tyrant who said,
• You know, honey, no one but you could give me full satisfaction. I mean out of them 'meaa', (100) I had hired. The girl professionally replied, "You mean no one else could give you 'inzal' (Arabic for orgasm)?"
• Neam (yes), ya habibi! I know here I am nobody, but would like for you to come over once again. Like good old days. (The girl's face showed signs of distress and disgust. In fact, she remembered the tyrant's leathery bulldog-face, in bed; his unbearable halitosis; his pungent body odor; his biting her teats; squeezing her near death etc. At this time, the tyrant continued :)
• Honey, money is of no consequence at all. (The girl was actually hand-picked by KGB and well-trained. She had been taught all the tricks of the trade, all ins and outs. She knew that the tyrant's output ducts were blocked. Well, in consideration of 10,000 US bucks, she knew she could take care of his problem: She knew where the man's G-spot was. All she had to do was just push the 'Release Button'.)