A once in lifetime opportunity arrived in the Inbox last week, so rare, so special, that I think it’s only fair I share the love.

Did you know for just $699, you can buy a VIP ticket to hear “master motivator” Jordan Belfort spruik his ground-breaking “sales” strategies?

But that’s not all, folks. You’ll also receive a superbly crafted “one of a kind” Jordan Belfort pen and an exquisitely designed “One Life Club” notebook which I’m guessing are to be used in tandem, to capture the bountiful wisdom as it spews out of Jordan’s motor-like mouth.

But don’t go anywhere. There’s more. For a mere $499 extra you can have your photo taken with Jordan – that’s right – just you and him, captured together in intimate selfie mode for time immemorial, a priceless souvenir of your life-changing intervention. With The Man himself.

Book now, people because tickets are selling fast!

Or so we’re led to believe. This is after all an exercise in “selling” – it’d reflect rather badly if the shiny suits and slick tongues behind Belfort’s trip down under couldn’t “sell” the sales guru?. Wouldn’t it?

Perhaps just to make sure, they should meet with him before, learn how to flog the unfloggable? Save everybody a lot of embarrassment.

For the benefit of those still trying to join the dots, Jordan Belfort is far better known – only known in fact – as “The Wolf of Wall Street”, the central character of the raunchy 2013 movie, capturing the “boiler room” stockbroker’s rollicking criminal ride, and the trail of financial destruction he left behind.

Some 1500 investors, stripped of more than $200 million in penny stock scams, crimes for which Belfort would ultimately be brought to account and spend two years behind bars, half the time he’d been sentenced.

And now, who knows how many years later, here he is, on a tour of Australia’s capital cities, according to my “exclusive” invitation “sharing his incredible story, insights, and strategies that have made him one of the most successful and influential entrepreneurs of our time”.

I’ll remind you again people – just $699. That’s all it takes to get you a front row seat, and a superbly crafted one of a kind pen, to learn all the secrets.

Huh?

I appreciate it’s just “an offer” – no compulsion to buy, let the market forces decide and all… but really, is that where we’ve arrived as a society?

Lionising the slickness and sleaziness of a one-time white collar criminal, who rubbed his ill gotten gains in the faces of the thousands he swindled by parading around on super yachts with celebrities in the Mediterranean and generally making a galah of himself?

That sort of carry-on might still be celebrated in capitalistic US of A, Uncle Sam and his star spangled banner and the like, but do we really need him here? The Wolf, preying ominously among a room full of lambs, assembled for the kill by a bunch of fast talking entrepreneurs looking to make a fast buck. Just like Jordan did.

One question, Mr Ombudsman, the victims of Belfort’s penny stock scam, the 1500 investors who lost the $200 million back in the day, those who still today are owed large sums of money – are they entitled to a free ticket?

I expect most of the victims would pass on the offer of a photo.

As I was bending the ear of a mate, remonstrating how lamentable it was that there was a market for these crude, unscrupulous commercial offerings, he quickly corrected me.

“How do you know there’s a market?” he asked, hastening to add that if nobody bought a ticket, that was a sign that society’s moral compass was working. Right?

It was a point well made. No tickets sold, no lambs fleeced, no worries. The Wolf goes hungry, and we all get on with our steady, honourable lives.

But I’ll put it to you, just the selling of access to the inner workings of Belfort’s one-time drug addled brain points to a broader issue, and that’s to whom we as a society currently allocate air time.

Not that many years ago, it was softly spoken community leaders we put up on a pedestal, leaders in their field, be it the arts, literature, science, sport, business, heavens above, even politics.

Now with increasing glare, the public spotlight is being shone on those who speak longest and loudest, and most outlandishly.

We laud style over substance, put personality before character, confidence ahead of competence. And in the process, usher in the likes of Jordan Belfort to tell us in three short sharp hours, how get ahead in life.

Just $699 folks. Even cheaper down the back of the room. You’ll still be able to hear .. you just won’t get a pen.

Yeah, Nah.

I think I’ll save my hard earned cash.

Though I would like one of those superbly crafted “one of a kind” pens, mass produced, especially for the occasion.

As we’re starting to understand, it’s all about the selling.