I see that my fourth (approximately, I think) cousin John Micklethwait, Editor of the Economist, whom our own Paul Marks disapproves of so severely, is this weekend attending a meeting of the Bilderberg Group.
I learned about this list of potentates thanks to a link to it from Guido Fawkes, and I consider it rather significant that such an august media personage as Guido should be positively drawing our attention to this gathering.
When the internet got seriously into its stride, and particularly blogging, at or around the year 2000, you would have thought that observation and analysis of the global elite would have exploded. After all, detailed analysis of these persons and their thinkings and their doings was the quintessential Story They Don’t Want Us To Know, in other words, a story that was ready-made for the internet.
Yet, actually, very little was said about these persons and their meetings and their secret thinkings aloud, by regular people as opposed to the people who were already fascinated by such things. Oh, I’m sure that the people who had been banging on about the evil Bilderbergers for the previous quarter of a century immediately started publishing vast screeds about these persons on the internet. But, or so it seems to me, very few other people paid such talk very much attention. And so, pretty much, it has continued.
Why? Was it because bloggers who dipped their toes into these hitherto forbidden waters were visited by sinister people in sinister raincoats at sinister times of the night? Did those who mentioned the Bilderberg Group on the internet suffer mysteriously fatal road accidents?
I can’t speak for others, but the thing that kept me away from talking about Bilderberg meetings and similar things was not the fear of Them, but the desire not to be thought completely mad, by people generally. The thing is, if you ranted on about the Bilderberg Group in about 1980 or thenabouts, what you said might just be true. Ish. A bit. But if you said such things at any length you would be kissing any sort of life as a respectable political communicator goodnight, and those were the only political communicating lives then available. If you wrote letters about Bilderbergers to the mainstream media, or to the media as we used to call them, or if you tried to get on the radio to talk about such things, then you really were bonkers. After all, the whole point of the Bilderberg conspiracy was that it was a conspiracy of, among other things, absolute media silence. (And before anyone tries to say anything different, getting libertarianism into newspapers and onto the radio during the 1980s and 1990s was an absolute doddle compared to getting any sort of newspaper space or air time for Bilderberg speculations.)
So it was that, for the half century or so before the internet came amongst us, talking about such things as Bilderberg meetings with anything but brevity and levity meant that you might as well have put a big sign around your neck saying: I AM A MAD LOSER. Sane people didn’t waste their lives trying to spread such ideas, which meant that, actually, sane people didn’t even waste their time thinking about such things. What the hell was the point? If you spent any significant portion of your life even thinking about the Bilderberg Group, then you really were mad.
So then, enter the internet. Chocks away. All restrictions on freedom of expression gone. Say whatever you like. Right? Right indeed, pretty much. But if you were sane, you actually knew very little about the Bilderberg Group, unless you were a participant. If you wrote too effusively and too knowledgeably about Bilderberglery around, say, 2002, people were bound to suspect that this was not the first time you had ever pondered these matters. You would look like: one of those people, one of the paranoid losers who ranted on pointlessly about global conspiracies instead of getting on with life, during all those decades when ranting pointlessly about such things was the only way to talk about them.
If you did later do some Bilderberg blogging, around 2005 say, and even if you yourself were totally sane, you immediately risked the loonies crawling out from their personal loonybins and commenting at tedious, paranoid, screw loose length. Which wasn’t the solution to anything. That was the problem.
This is why I think it is so significant that Guido (who is the total opposite of such loony tunes communicational incompetence) now regularly alludes to the activities of these globally elite people. (This is not the first time he has done this, and I bet that isn’t either.) Guido may be a bit of a chancer, a bit of a tilter at windmills, a man who risks and therefore is, but he is absolutely not mad. He is a fully functioning member of society. He is not, in a word, a loser. In fact, I would say, he has been one of the winners of the last decade of British life. And where he has for some years now been pointing, others may eventually follow.
Especially when you consider what a mess these would-be global guardians are now making of the world.
Another star of the new media, James Delingpole, also deserves more than a passing mention in this regard, although a passing mention is all he will get here. He, like Guido, has been willing to mention the Bilderberg Group by name, in connection with the right royal mess that the global elite are making of the whole climate change thing. Unless of course you think it was all a deliberate fraud from the start, as I am at present inclined not to. To all the other fully paid up, fully functioning human beings who definitely think about lots of other things as well, but who have started to feel their way into such Bilderbergish thinking and who have ventured forth with such thoughts onto the internet, but whom I have not mentioned here, and in many cases do not even know about: my apologies! As our own Paul Marks would say.
The point is, time. A decade has now passed during which it has not been an early indicator of insanity to have given at least some thought to the global elite and their habits and meetings and watering holes and blunders and subterfuges and dilemmas. New methods of communication are often spoken of as having their impact just the once and straight away, but it’s almost always more complicated than that. Often, their impact takes years, sometimes even decades or even centuries, to materialise. Now that several years have already passed with something very like total freedom of expression about anything, it has become slowly but surely more possible for you (a) to write and publish some quite well thought through opinions about Bilderbergers and their ilk, while (b) not being regarded by everyone who reads these thoughts as an obsessive freak loser who needs to get out more, so that you can be killed by a passing delivery van.
By the way, my attitude towards gatherings like the one referred to at the beginning of this posting is by no means one of total hostility. My objection to these people is not so much that they exist, as that they are doing what they are doing so damned incompetently. Unless that is, their objective was always private plunder for themselves and nothing else, in which case they’re doing a very capable (albeit morally repugnant) job. My libertarianism doesn’t mean abolishing such meetings, still less massacring all those who participate in them, even if some analysis of their financial arrangements and of how these arrangements relate to their Big Decisions (in the manner of this classic piece of Guidology) would absolutely not come amiss. It means getting libertarians and libertarianism (approximately speaking) well and truly in among them, and totally changing what gets said and what gets decided at these global gatherings. And I actually think there is a far better chance of accomplishing that than in trying to spread libertarianism only through local political methods, like doing libertarian party politics, or trying to foist libertarianism on existing political parties. (Don’t let me stop you if you are attempting these things. But good luck. You’ll need it.)
A few years back, I recall suggesting to Guido that when he had got bored with tormenting our merely local rulers, he might like to take a crack at the global elite. Alas, it appeared that he had other plans. I wonder if he might now be changing his mind.
That may just be wishful thinking on my part, but whatever Guido himself does next, the time might now be just about right for someone like Guido, if not the man himself, to have a serious, world changing go at these people.