Bilderberg 2011: The curtains are drawn
The security at the Bilderberg meeting is legendary, but the perspective offered below is worth reading:
Now of course, when I describe what's gone up as a "security fence", what I actually mean is "privacy fence". It's a shower curtain, not a ring of steel. And of course, by "privacy" what I actually mean is "shame". It's a shame fence. A massive white fence of embarrassment.
Privacy is what the delegates get when they close the door of their conference hall. Privacy is a Chatham House agreement not to discuss in public what was discussed at the various presentations and seminars of Bilderberg.
But this isn't privacy. It's hiding. It's a child hiding behind the curtains in case the monsters see it, and I find it weirdly infantile. Oddly unconfident. Grown-ups, happy in what they're doing, don't slide down in their car seats and slip in through side doors.
You've got the world's most powerful people sneaking around like naughty kiddies. Naughty kiddies with secret service spotters on their hotel roof, and armed men on motorbikes flanking their limousines.
That is a perspective you don't often see and thought provoking. He continues with this line of reasoning:
This is the bit about Bilderberg that I really don't get. It's an old chestnut, but let's just take another bite at it. Let's just say, for the sake of argument, that Bilderberg benefits us all. The citizens of the world are made safer, or happier, or healthier, or better off as a result of this meeting. Let's just say that the head of Deutsche Bank spends four days with the head of BP in order to improve our lives.
Let's suppose, shall we, that the amiable hosts – David Rockefeller, Henry Kissinger, and the Queen of the Netherlands – have the interests of the general public written in big red letters at the top of their conference agenda.
Suppose all that. Then why the fence?
Why do delegates fling themselves across the back seats of their limousines rather than be seen attending this helpful gathering? Why the blacked-out windows and the newspapers held in front of their faces? And why the big white fence? I don't get it.
Why isn't Josef Ackermann, the CEO of Deutsche Bank, waving benignly to the crowds? Why aren't the excited participants pausing at the hotel gates to speak to the invited press? "Yes, thank you, we're hoping to solve Europe's financial crisis this year – so finger's crossed!"
One has to wonder if the issue of a single, world-leader ever comes up at this meeting.
Now that is some food for thought.
They are living out their earthly reward. If only they understood how futile their attempts to control the world is in the eyes of God. How sad that they will choose that which will decay over a life given by the sacrificial Lamb who will restore and perfect for all eternity.
Amen to that!
Well-stated Geared - I agree
I have driven by the Bohemian Grove location in CA in the past. My son worked at a Christian camp nearby one year not so long ago.
I'm not sure if it was knowing what I knew about the place or a real evil spirit that enveloped the area, but I was always creeped out driving by. I'm sure God will in his time deal with the evil men and their evil schemes of this age in due time. Is it okay to hate and despise evil?
We are to love our enemies and pray for those who persecute us. That is a hard one Lord. I guess that is something like hate the sin love the sinner...but it sure is hard to seperate the two in this case as they desrtoy all that has been good in America. sigh...Come soon Lord and please forgive me and help me as I struggle to obey your hard commands.
WV - you need to infiltrate and get some video...Take Sue and DrNo - they are well trained in these kinds of endeavors :)
seriously - whats the place like? How much can you see?
You can't see any buildings from the road Scott...just "keep out signs" and fences...
I mean really even the name..."Boheiam Grove" creeps me out.
Deep in the heart of an ancient redwood grove evil lurks and just down the road a giant christian camp. yes its true-ally
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