[Image: An artist’s impression of the Universitas Leadership Sanctuary in the Nevada desert, courtesy of Chetwood Associates, via The Guardian.]
Floating amidst some yet unseen mirage aglaze over the pink Nevada floorscape is a proposed new retreat for the world’s top brass to quietly converge and unwind within the pleasant confines of this preeminent orb of privatopic escape. Reminiscent perhaps of a fallen Death Star, or a desert pearl settled in the valleys of some of America's most remote real estate, The Universitas Leadership Sanctuary is hailed by the Guardian as a globular sphere of monkish architecture, a miniaturized vacation planet that is “part monastery and part conference centre” intended to strip presidents, prime ministers and the most powerful people on Earth of their monumental stresses, and restore them to proper world governing condition.
Wow. It's like an intergalactic rehab resort for the planet's greatest megalomaniacs. Maybe a new reality show for VH1 is in order here. I can see it now, Dubya hangin' out all day at the house putting green hankering for his whiskey and coke, chippin' up a bunch of irreplaced divots from the fringe while Kim Jong-il scrounges undercover in some opulent gardens for anything seemingly poppy-related; maybe Putkin's there all lacquered up in a glossy white suntan lotion gritting his teeth and grinding his jaw eyeing behind some shades a skeletally fraile Lindsay Lohan from across the suspended swimming pool who's busy giggling and fondling the biceps of one of the male nurses; meanwhile, good old Danny Baldwin is lecturing from a covered patio with a microphone and a nasty cough on the value of saving lives through intervention to a lonely audience member, the one and only Nicolas Sarkozy, who sits cross legged in a summery men's bikini secretly dreaming about satiating his addiction to women as Danny cycles through an apparently unrelated slideshow full of random Hollywood hotties.
I don't know, who else?