Keep an eye out for armored cars in Jeddah this month

I've mentioned my theory of Khaleeji Consumption Disorder before. This case takes the cake.

There are filthy rich people around the globe who pour money into yachts, custom sports cars, alpine villas, tropical islands, gold plated bathroom fixtures, trips into space, and all manner of self-indulgent and eccentric luxuries, yet not even the kinkiest playboy tycoon ever had an idea so revoltingly wasteful and utterly gauche as this "historical benchmark for the adult novelty industry" dreamed up by some pathetic man in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia.

I want this freak's name published for all the world to see. Or better yet, extorted into donating to charity 10 times the amount he spent on this sick toy.

P.S. Not that I particularly feel the need to establish my open-mindedness about such matters, but I will note that what I find "sick" about this is the expense and mindset required to feel it necessary turn such a device into a piece of jewelry. I couldn't care less whether people buy such items (which despite their distasteful associations might legitimate uses for all I know), but I see something truly clinical in the particulars of this "special order".