WEF... RIP
WEF... RIP
A eulogy for our moral betters, high on hallowed Davos ground
Joel Bowman, appraising the situation from Buenos Aires, Argentina...
Welcome back to another Sunday Session, dear reader, that time of the week when we gather at the virtual watering hole to vent our spleen, lament the obscene and foment revolt against the elitist machine... all with the abiding help of a glass or two of Bill’s high altitude Malbec. (You know... “in vino veritas,” and all that...)
As patient readers/reading patients already know, we’ve been ruminating of late over a theory of history... not ours, per se, but rather one handed down by the ancients. We’ve been looking at cycles... those short-, medium- and long-term undulations of the ages.
Briefly stated, we’ve been examining the concept of enantiodromia, which holds that all things, at all times, are in the process of becoming their opposite.
It was Heraclitus, the pre-Socratic philosopher, who first noticed the universal phenomenon, observing that, when it comes to the natural world around us, “change is the only constant.”
A phoenix rises from the ashes... as a youthful body decays. The many who are first shall be last... as the many who are last, shall be first. Powerful empires yield to decadence... as barbarians gather at the gates.
(The clever ol’ Ephesian also reminded us, and for the same reason, that “a man cannot step in the same river twice.” Not only has the river changed, but so too has the man.)
Plot and Plan
In human affairs, this phenomenon tends to express itself in the centralization and decentralization of political power. And nowhere on our pale blue dot does such centripetal force congeal as it does in Davos, Switzerland, for the annual World Economic Forum (WEF). There, in the rarefied air of smug and hubris, the planet’s moral exemplars gather to look down their long noses at the flailing peasants of the flatlands, mired as we are in the filth and disgrace of our own ignorance.
There do they plan and plot our future, deciding everything from what we will own (nothing) to how we’ll feel about it (grateful), from where we will live (in special “zones”) to how we will travel (barely at all and only with their permission), to how we will transact with our fellow chattel (via their Central Bank Digital Currencies) and of course, what temperature the planet should be half a century from now... and the sacrifices we peasants need to make in the meantime.
Alas, there is a growing resentment among the herded masses who, clearly too stupid to know what’s good for them, have dared question the mandates, prohibitions and impositions of their higher ups. So much so, in fact, that some have even gone so far as to suggest that, lacking popular support, the WEF at Davos is all but dead.
We have no idea if such a claim is overblown... but we took the liberty of preparing a eulogy for our dearly departed, just in case. See below...
WEF… RIP
By Joel Bowman
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.~ From Macbeth, by some dead white guy
Lo, you coven of cackling elites, gathered ‘round your bubbling cauldron, stirring in your ESG, your DIE and your MMT... your time here on earth was oh so brief, we hardly knew ye!
While you convened this week in your mountain hideaway, behind your jackbooted Praetorian guard, we read in the unpopular press – which is to say, here on Substack, where journalists still do real, investigative reporting... where they research, rather than regurgitate stories... and where they are not afraid to speak truth to power, rather than act as its lapdog, its bullhorn, or (to coin a phrase) its laphorn – we read, and we learn, of your untimely demise.
Not without a certain schadenfreude – it’s true, Germans really do have a word for everything! – do we observe your withering attendance. Even with the platoon of prostitutes shuttled in for the gabfest, the atmosphere must have been decidedly frigid. Like the funeral party of a disgraced clergyman, mourners gathered around the open casket, unsure whether to weep... or to spit.
We note the snubs, the declines, the “Je me vois malheureusement obligé de refuser” from so many of your most ardent shills and sycophants, the lifeblood of your cabal. Of the G8 leaders, seven heads of state declined. No Macron, no Meloni... no Kishida, no Sunak... no Biden, no Trudeau... and as for Mr. Putin, well, wasn’t that all a bit awkward. One of the most promising students to graduate from the World Economic Forum Young Leaders program... (More on Klauss Schwab’s “penetrative power” below.)
Deafening Silence
Similarly, nine of the ten wealthiest people on the planet had fancier fêtes to grace. Messrs. Bezos, Gates and MetaZuck all took a pass on this year’s event, as did the Arnaults, Ambanis and the Bettencourts. And as for Mr. Musk, a video he’s allowing to circulate on Twitter, showing journalists asking (gulp!) tough questions to a Big Pharma exec, threatens to tear the whole charade asunder...
The video shows a pair of reporters, Avi Yemini and Ezra Levant, questioning Pfizer CEO, Albert Bourla, over the efficacy of a drug that governments around the world mandated on his company’s behalf, off the back of which they made squillions. Needless to say, it wasn’t the kind of sweet pillowtalk the mainstream press ordinarily whispers in such eminent ears.
We saw the clip yesterday, when it “only” had 10 million views. Naturally, it’s been banned from Facebook, Instagram and YouTube (Big Tech and Big Pharma being rather cozy bedfellows), but over on the Little Blue Bird, Mr. Bourla’s silence is deafening. (Trigger warning: the mainstream media do not want you to see this and will not cover it, hence our passing it along for your adult consideration...)
Moving right along...
Happily, and in the absence of the usual suspects, the world’s third richest multi-billionaire, Indian coal magnate Guatam Adani, was able to pinch hit for Team Überrich. (Just don’t seat him next to Greta, you know how twitchy she gets about the whole “brown coal and strip mining” thing... to say nothing of people in poor countries daring to aspire to the kind of life truant Swedish teens become famous for moaning about.)
Speaking of St. Greta, whoever let her go off script outside the gates needs to have his microchip reprogrammed. It can’t have been helpful hearing the Team Mascot sink the (non-leather, 100% recycled) boot in from the sidelines, saying that Davos attendees are “basically the people who are mostly fueling the destruction of the planet.” Ouchie!
Of course there were plenty of old hacks, political hasbeens and yesteryear crusaders, like unflushable globalist Tony Blair, who was on hand to tell us about the need for “national digital infrastructure,” which governments will need to help monitor our “new vaccines,” some of which will include “multiple shots.”
(“Wait... what new vaccines?” Silence, peasant!)
And of course they wheeled out US Climate Czar and part time Mr. Ed impersonator, John Kerry, who humbly recognized his sworn, superhuman duty to save the planet.
“If you stop and think about it, it’s pretty extraordinary that we, a select group of human beings, because of whatever touched us at some point in our lives, are able to sit in a room and come together and actually talk about saving the planet. I mean, it’s so, almost extraterrestrial to think about quote ‘saving the planet.’ If you said that to most people, most people they think you’re just a crazy, tree-hugging, leftie, liberal... you know, do-gooder, whatever...and there’s no relationship. But really, that’s where we are.”
But the usual buzz was gone from the event, what with former star speakers like Sam Bankman-Fried being, ahem... “indisposed” and all. So too WEF house pet Jacinda Ardern who, having gone scorched earth on her long suffering people during the Kiwi Covid Blitzkrieg, saw her popularity plummet to just 29%... before resigning her post last week. How the mighty fall.
Meanwhile, back down here on the squalid lowlands, where we mere terrestrials ordinarily await our next directives, handed down from those of you touched by the hand of history, we hear you gasping suddenly for air, your pulse growing faint. Truly, our heart (an organ we humans use to pump bl... you know what, never mind...) aches for you, in much the same way as when we see a box jellyfish stranded on the beach or a predatorial Hollywood director sent to jail.
But before we lower the WEF casket into the cold, indifferent earth, perhaps a word about the undisputed panjandrum of the show is in order, founder and executive chairman of the forum, Klaus Martin Schwab.
“But Joel,” we hear someone protest from the rear pew, “isn’t Klauss Schwab the son of Eugen Schwab, managing director of the Zurich-based engineering firm Escher Wyss, which supplied armaments to the Nazis during WWII, including flame throwers, gas powered turbines, compressors and propellers?”
Well, yes... (SOURCE)
“And wasn’t the firm ‘an integral part of researching and developing turbines to produce heavy water for the creation of nuclear weapons for the Nazis?’”
Correct again. (SOURCE)
“And, ahem, not to be a stickler here, but didn’t that very same company, under Klauss’s father’s directorship, use slave labor - Jewish, Russian, Gypsy, homosexual, Hungarian, Romanian, Polish and POWs - to man woman they its factor floors?”
Aaaand... yes again. (SOURCE)
Be that as it may, gentle, well-researched reader, we should not rush to judge a man by the actions of his father, but rather let him speak for himself. Besides, when it comes to using forced labor camps to supply genocidal dictators with critical components for their nuclear weapons programs, who among us gathered here today has not erred? Eh? Eh? Amiright?
So let’s hear from Herr Schwab Jr., in his own, timeless words. Here he is, extolling the virtuous graduates of his visionary young leader’s program, back in 2017:
“I have to say, when I mention now names, like Mrs. (Angela) Merkel and even Vladimir Putin, and so on, they all have been Young Global Leaders of the World Economic Forum. But what we are very proud of now is the young generation like Prime Minister [Justin] Trudeau... We penetrate the cabinet. So yesterday I was at a reception for Prime Minister Trudeau and I know that half of his cabinet, or even more than half of his cabinet, are actually Young Global Leaders.”
Uh, so young! So full of life! So... penetrative!
That Darth Schwab should one day no longer walk among men, that his legions of world improvers and billionaire busybodies and psychopathic executives should collapse under the weight of their own hubris, that the world should one day be free of their rotting ilk, is a comforting thought in these dark times.
Ashes to ashes... dust to dust...
WEF...
R.I.P.
And finally, those gathered to pay their disrespects are invited to join in a communal hymn, one truly worthy of the legacy of the World Economic Forum and its members...
And now for some more Fatal Conceits...
Lastly, if you didn’t catch it earlier in the week, we‘ve uploaded our conversation with Doomberg to our YouTube Channel.
In it, we talk to the most worried chicken in all of finance about the destructive policy of “net zero,” why BRICS countries may be looking to “de-dollarize,” and how alternative media outlets like Substack are bringing meritocracy back to the market.
Catch it now (and share it!)... before this, too, is banned and canceled...
And that’ll do it for another week. As usual, feel free to like, comment and share our work far and wide across these lowly planes. We’re off to grab a late steak lunch at Lo de Jesus, hold the bugs.
Whatever you’re up to this weekend, be good... or be good at it!
Until next time...
Cheers,
Joel Bowman
Ah Joel, you have to be one the most enjoyable writers I have the pleasure of reading weekly. Keep up the good snark... I mean work! Information imbued with humor is my favorite way to learn!
What a great Sunday read & i do hope you’re right about the WEF.
Fingers crossed the whole covid house of cards is collapsing too with Jabcinda’s exit!