My Charitable Foundation
The airport which proudly bears my name provides much
needed employment to my former spiritual home of The United Kingdom.
Having donated my name to the airport, bestowing it with an international
credibility which it's employees could only have dreamt of, I appreciate
I must do more for the underprivileged.
That is why I have set up The
Blair Foundation.
The small impoverished island that hosts one of my many bank accounts
is in great need of inward investment so it may then outwardly invest
in charitable causes through a string of similarly needy and sometimes
obscure offshore nations and protectorates.
So the indigenous people are provided with a long term and sustainable
existence, my advisers visit these lands regularly, sometimes up to once
a year, and support the local economy by lavishing generous gratuities
on those individuals who have, through self-education and determination,
dragged themselves out of the (ridiculously subsidized) agricultural industry
to work in the lucrative commercial worlds of tourism and catering.
Work in these fields of commerce is, of course, much more advantageous
than toiling in fields of sugar cane.
Coming into contact with well-traveled, well-heeled and well-meaning executives
is an education in itself.
Not only do the locals learn an extra language but they learn how to deal
with small amounts of foreign currency and how to care for valuable items
of personal luggage.
Indeed, my advisers ensure the language skills of their hosts are properly
honed by amplifying their requests and suggestions to a level several
times that which is needed in more civilized countries where English is
acknowledged as the 'International Language of Diplomacy'.
I also embrace the worthwile cause of
making housing affordable for key workers in England's capital.
My wife and I regularly contribute to the Connaught Square Mortgage Trust
and use our standing in the international diplomatic community to recruit
donors to the trust.
This trust is Cherie's raison d'etre.
She works tirelessly to promote it and will sacrifice an important legal
case at the drop of a hat to travel half way round the world to speak
on the trust's behalf.
At the conclusion of her passionate speeches, as wine glasses tinkle and
billionaires' cigars are lit by grateful immigrant labor, Cherie is invariably
close to tears as she realizes we near the trust's elusive annual target
of $324,000.
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