Ah... Finally it's time for the
legends of cold war geopolitical grease to shine. Posthumously of course.
Yeah, the lore surrounding these guys is thick with drama. Marcos' hunt for a sunken WW2 Japanese submarine carrying gold to Berlin is a story you'll hear over cognac and cigars once the women and children have been spared (aka left to gossip and kiss in the bushes) in your south east asian diplo parties. 2 things about that one. The gold belongs, to this day and by all rights, to Japan and who ever might have found it probably wished he didn't.
But it's the wives that carry these trophies the best.
Their corruption and profligacy are the stuff of myth.
Mrs Marcos (nice shoes but bad teeth) ran for the presidency of the Philippines on a charity for the poor platform. Not a bad choice since that's where she got the cash for her 3000 pumps. The shooes the shooes... After this little tryst with politics she was charged with the usual gamut of corruption stuff. Bribery, fraud etc... She pleaded that she was not fit to stand trial. "Her eye is deteriorating" stated the fawning doctor. But I don't think it was glaucoma that was making her blind in the first place.
Mrs Ten Percent, the wife of Suharto, well Mrs Tien in fact, I don't know much about apart from the rumor that she took, you guessed it, 10% of every deal she put together. I guess she'd call it a commission.
Sese Seko didn't have a wife as such. Which is probably why his cancer was said to be caused by AIDS. Not much of a stretch when talking about the Congo.
But I've got to hand it to Mr Abacha. Between hanging dissidents the pumpers of hell's blood pleaded him not to he stole a cool 2-5 G$ (you can thank banking secrecy laws and the fact that these guys usually control the banks they stash their loot in for the half or twice estimates) in a mere 5 years. Quite a feat. Then again Nigeria has more Texas Tea then Jeb could ever shoot at. I guess this would be your case in point here. Doesn't really matter how dosh you drop on these Looter Kings they'll just take it as royalties on drilling rights or on their homespun anti communist dogma.
But what I love the most of these Looter Kings is that they all died in exile begging to be accepted anywhere at all. Actually I'm not sure Suharto is dead, but he will die, in exile. Sese Seko had a very had time finding some place to draw that terminal breath. Running around helter skelter until he was finally 'let' in by the King of Morocco. I don't know what the rent was but he didn't have to pay for it for more then a couple months.
Marcos got himself a nice little beach house on Hawaii. But I'm sure his wife's breath was hell enough to bare. At first they really thought they could get away with literally looting their nation's treasuries of these gifts from heaven. In the end they quite realized that their stink was nothing any 'respectable' country was willing to add to their putrifying national bouquet. Morocco couldn't care less. Remember that little fight with the
King of Spain for spits of rock in the Gibraltar straights? Smoke and mirrors for his multi million dollar wedding party.