Looking at "Monocle"--an almost single-handed creation of Tyler Brule--one can get a wrong impression that the Axis won World War II. The cool things only happen among the Nordic and Anglo-Saxon races, including the Swiss--can anyone imagine a cool Swiss?--with some sprinkle of the Japanese. Colored faces and references exist as a spicing of an otherwise white, white and whiter crowd. Jews are also somewhat there, on a periphery, as a funny ethnic grouping, but everyone knows that Fuhrer bolstered by his amazing victory mellowed to the Jews, and circa 1947 allowed the remnants of this peculiar race to emigrate to Madagascar.
This crooked mirror of a modern metrosexual is even more absurd given the fact that Estonian Nazi grandfather of Tyler and his death squad probably would not be amused by gay Tyler at all. I would also add that a simple bullet in a head was considered by these thugs an act of mercy, which the member of a group scheduled for extermination must have earned. So he can use his ample experience of a fashion designer to imagine sadistic phantasies Grandpa and his goons would have displayed over his body and bodily fluids.
The creators of this journal obviously imagine themselves as a global elite to whom the future belong. Remember the movie "Cabaret" and impeccably Arian Hitler Youth singing that "tomorrow they'll take Germany, the day after tomorrow--the whole world". An ovation by rural folks and tourists alike follows. Bisexual industrialist whom the protagonist asks whether he is still sure that he and his fat cat friends can control this tide, gets the message and decamps to Argentina. Time for Tyler Brule to look for the real estate somewhere in the Southern Hemisphere?
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