Desperation in Davos

Higher than usual temperatures in the Alps. And that's just in the conference halls.

To a dimly lit auditorium, a day late, Klaus Schwab delivered his opening address to the Davos devoted.

He’d missed the first day of the conference due to illness. Either that or they’d had a credible threat; Gates and Soros skipped the meeting this year, as did a few other regulars. Maybe they were just avoiding the warmer-than-usual independent media scrutiny.

Schwab’s speech was delivered in his trademark Teutonic monotone, a word-salad of guttural corporate doublespeak. As always it was presented – in the memorable words of a reviewer of his book – “with all the joy of an inter-office memo”. As dry as Riesling is sweet, it was peppered with the usual inclusive-sounding key words and the traditional thinly veiled threats, eco-doom followed by techno-solution; a full house for Great Reset bingo players no doubt but, unlike the dinner that night, lacking any real meat.

For someone who spoke for so long he said very little. The speech did, however, include one jarringly odd question:  “What does it need, to master the future?” I don’t really know what that means.

I presume it was a slip of the tongue, but he didn’t correct it. He must have meant “what does it mean, to master the future?” or “what do we need, to master the future?” Whichever it was, the meaning is weird and scary but either way, uncharacteristically, he’d fumbled an autocued line.

For the record, Schwab lives in a mansion, has multiple homes and flew in by private jet.

Al Gore has apparently made over $300m out of his green epiphany so far and it looks like he’s mainly eaten it. He gave a bewildering rant of a speech, saying that not only are the “oceans boiling” but there are “rain bombs” going off left right and centre. Both things are made up.

Al Gore lives in a 20 room mansion, amongst other properties, and also flew in by private jet.

John Kerry had apparently also had some road-to-Damascus moment, realising with a flash just how special everyone at Davos was. He said that together they represented a “select group of human beings” who had “all been touched by something”; something that gave them the ability to think at an “almost extra-terrestrial” scale about saving the planet. He only just managed to refrain from calling them the Master Race.

In pained tones, or what I guess were meant to be pained tones, he said that 50% of species have already been wiped out, a number 71 times higher than the reality.

John Kerry also has multiple large houses including a lovely pad down by the (rising) sea level in Martha’s Vineyard. Of course, he too flew in by private jet.

Keir Starmer – transport arrangements unknown but probably someone’s private jet - said if he had to choose between Davos and Westminster, he’d choose Davos. He also said that under Labour the Government would work more closely with the big corporations.

Tony Blair, looking madder than ever, said that we will need digital ID just to keep track of all the multiple different vaccines or “injectables” we will have in the future and by implication to decide who can go where as a result.

In session after session, all the same tired old tropes were trotted out. There was the usual talk of transhumanism, gene editing, the internet of bodies, insect protein and the cheerful fact that in future your ear pods will report your brainwaves to your employer and the state. All the terrifying tenets of WEF’s bleak vision of the future were on display one more time for the followers of the cult to imbibe.

Again they proudly showed off The Line, a mirrored prison to be built in the deserts of Saudi Arabia where no one needs to move more than 5 minutes from their allotted pod, there’s little or no access to the outside world and QR codes will control where any individual is allowed to go. And somehow, this dystopian horror is presented as heaven on earth. It sounds like hell to me.

A bad Bond villain then stood in front of a world map covered in flashing lines (denoting nothing) and outlined how climate change is driving vaccine hesitancy and how only transgenderism can save the day, or something.

The claims and threats of a mounting wave of multiple “crisis” [sic] grew ever more deranged and predictably the solution to every problem was greater state intrusion and control; centralised corporatist governance, digital currencies and ID, and smart everythings monitoring people’s every move and, ideally, thought.

The reduction of CO2 - a gas upon which all life on earth relies - apparently justifies every intrusion into life that can be imagined. It can tell you if you can drive, and where. It can justify trapping you in a sector of your own town. Decide how you cook your food. Stop you eating meat. Or having pets. Or sitting by a wood fire. It can stop farmers from being able to breed from their crops, from farming organically, from using diverse seed varieties.

This is progress apparently, albeit in the Chinese style of which Schwab is a big fan, and I have never heard anything so devoid of joy and humanity in my 50 years of life.

Outside in the street, Pfizer’s Albert Bourla was collared by Rebel News and refused to answer a single one of over twenty perfectly legitimate questions about Pfizer’s record of lying about its covid vaccines. Boris Johnson got caught sneaking around to do some – literally – backroom deal and was chased round the building by reporters, like a Benny Hill sketch, before mysteriously popping up in Ukraine yet again for no discernible reason.

To wrap up the spectacle, two musicians gave a hauntingly awful pseudo-hippy guitar and vocal performance, presumably about saving the planet by microchipping humanity, which was inclusive by its sheer banality. Warbling without words, these were surely the two most spiritually lost hippies in the world.

At Davos there’s simply no room for debate. No one speaking has anything to say outside the agreed talking points. There’s no dissent, no opposing view offered; the Party Line is simply regurgitated time and again. This is not a forum for discussion, this is a single minded propaganda machine in action.

And yet in the real world, there is barely a person who would support the stated goals of this corporatist net zero cult. Not with prices spiralling, the NHS collapsing, immigration out of control, the West blowing up gas infrastructure at will, a property and market crash imminent and NATO repeatedly prodding the Russian bear to try and provoke World War 3.

Fresh from their private jets, they discussed how freedom of movement even within cities must be restricted. They took chauffer driven limousines to meetings where the discussion was of how private car ownership needs to be reduced, then removed. Over the world’s finest cuisine, they talked about how to make meat unaffordable for the average family and replace it with lab grown proteins, and crickets. Yes. Crickets.

As out of touch elites historically go, Davos must be right up there. It could give the last of the Roman Emperors a run for their money, a point to which I suspect the sore but solvent sex workers of Davos – who’d timed their convention to coincide - can probably attest. Davos attendees may not know much about the life of the man and woman in the street outside but they would surely recognise some of them naked.

Only the debauched French Royal family of the late 1700’s could have been less in touch with reality, but at least they offered the people cake. If the WEF get their way, we’ll be eating insects.

No one elected these people. No one even asked for them, and yet their influence is everywhere. 52 world leaders attended to lap up the glory and be seen being seen, including many alumni of the WEF Young Global Leaders program and members of the 50% of the Canadian cabinet that Klaus Schwab proudly claims to have penetrated.

Wherever you look in the meetings and presentations of Davos, all you’ll find is vapid hollow talk of inclusivity and net zero dogma pushed by – and onto – a group of people that it suits only too well, and to hell with the rest of us. Devoid as it is of any true optimism, the WEF’s vision of the future seems a surrender to hopelessness. Humanity is clearly a problem to managed…….and managed by them.

Yet this year none of the key speakers seemed to hit their stride, and most slipped up in one way or another. It didn’t seem as polished as usual. Schwab’s address seemed even more stilted, awkward and empty than usual. And that’s really going some.

Blair tied himself up in tautological knots at one point and couldn’t extract himself as cleanly as in the past he could. Always the king of knitting two conflicting threads together and staring down those that would point out his ridiculousness, I wonder if he’s not quite as sharp as he once was. He was explaining – who am I kidding, preaching - how digital ID will be necessary to monitor a complex future vaccine status when we’re inundated with multiple shots for different diseases and our movement controlled by our status.

In itself that is bad enough, but what he clearly let slip is that in fact – and conversely - he sees the jabs as the gateway to the universal ID he has always salivated over. Coincidentally this is the same initiative his backer Bill Gates is funding like crazy at the UN level directly (to the tune of tens of millions of dollars) and through his vaccine initiatives GAVI and CEPI (more tens of millions of dollars).

Al Gore looked to all the world like a proper ‘call the men in white coats’ crazy man, wild eyed, gesticulating, and getting redder as the lies got bigger. This cannot have gone unnoticed by anyone bothering to watch, not least the duty-bound participants.

It’s clear that the measures outlined here are only for the little people and not the elite, who will as usual benefit at every turn, financially and otherwise, and have less competition for resources, to boot.

If they weren’t before, then these Emperors of the WEF certainly are now, a parody of themselves.

There’s talk of unrest in the WEF ranks, too. Klaus Schwab is planning to run the organisation until he’s 173, even if it has to be through an electrical implant in his brain, and the wannabe technocrats aren’t happy about it, apparently. Even the Guardian said so.

Given this backdrop of mild unrest, more press scrutiny than ever, and the less than polished performances of even the big hitters, Schwab’s slip might be telling.

So now, as the attendees drift off to hop on one of 2000 private jet flights out, and the hedge funds and pharmaceutical companies pack up their marketing stands in the corridors of the resort, I wonder whether there isn’t a little apprehension in the air.

With the – suspiciously useful - covid narrative collapsing by the day, a cost of living crisis, global political turbulence, self-inflicted supply chain chaos, and a Ukraine war reaching the “remind me what we are doing this for?” and “HOW MUCH?” stages, people are looking for some good news.

Sadly, all that is on offer at Davos is the promise of a life not worth living. And there’s a growing sense that people in the wider world are starting to wonder whether the carbon the WEF want to reduce isn’t in fact…..them.

The plebs are beginning to ask whether these preening, self-appointed rulers are in fact wearing any clothes.

For the first time, the Emperors are looking less certain of the answer.