Revolution at the Bilderberg: Fly Behind Closed Doors

Strangest dream! I dreamed I was a fly on the wall in the main auditorium hall of the annual Bilderberg meeting.

I heard someone yelling and turned to the stage where an ancient-looking, paunchy, white man with red-rimmed eyes and a snarl was scolding the participants.

by Foster Gamble

“I don’t know how many times I have to repeat it. We can’t control this many people. We have to get rid of most of the useless eaters and it’s not happening fast enough. You each have power and responsibility in this, so what the hell have you been doing this last year?”


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