Economic Development in Saudi Arabia

As my readers well know, I, Zombie Cock have divers and extensive interests. Nothing, from nuclear proliferation to Sub-Saharan African military development to primate evolution is beyond my study. Recently though he has taken an interest in the politics of the Middle East, what with all the interesting things going on there and all. To satisfy my interests, I decided to contact the grandest and most prestigious experts experts of all, the leaders themselves. So I went all the way to the top and decided to call up the Saudi royal family. Unfortunately a deviant fragmented element of my personality took over and it turned into a prank call. Unfortunately, I was only able to reach a lower level minister who happened to be seriously hungover from a recent trip to London. 

Al Saud: WHAT!?

ZC: Put me on with the king. I want to make him an offer he cant refuse. 

Al Saud: Ha? who is this? 

ZC: Silence you underling! You are not worthy to speak to such sublime profanity, such exalted insanity, such undying obscenity. You are only at you current position because your grand father was lucky enough to marry a daughter off to one of the ruling family's half brother's seconds cousins minor wife's crippled son who had it where it counted. And her father didn't even get enough qat to make it to mid day! 

Al Saud: How do you know these things? 

ZC: Because I am a preternatural being who has a lot of time on its hands and plenty of business ideas to share with your master. In fact I too am royalty. You may refer to me as his Infernal Lordship, The King of Douche! Now put me on with the big man. 

Al Saud: He is busy.

ZC: NO one is too busy for me. 

Al Saud: I can't get him.

ZC: No, you won't get him because you can't get up for fear of your head exploding as a result of the raging hang over you have as a result of your trip to London. I saw you in Soho by the way. Remember that sodomy is still illegal in your country. 

Al Saud: What!?

ZC: That's right, but don't fear. I have a deal for you. I will give you an idea to bring to your master. But I ask one small favor. I wish to make the Hajj. 

Al Saud: Ah....

ZC: In exchange for me getting to make a holy pilgrimage, I will invest in your your country. You see, the Hajj brings a lot of tourist dollars to your economy, but I can bust this ten fold. Have you ever heard of a Rave? Well of course you have. You are what we in my world call an etard after all those exsticy pills you popped last weekend. Maybe that's why you have to keep remarrying. I have a hint for you, viagra. That way you can do what the Prophet said and treat all your wives equally, even if your not into it. 

Al Saud: (Hangs up)...........

ZC: You know what I don't care, I am a preternatural undead being. I have time above all else. All I wanted was to promote a rave in the grand mosque. It would have been a huge crowd draw and the Saudis are already used to dealing with huge crowds of wild extatic partyers. I mean that is all I see when they show up to my bar in Thailand.