ANAL SCHWAB AT THE WEF CONFERENCE
You Will Never Guess What Klaus Schwab Is Preaching At Davos Celia Farber
I listened to the frail, confused figure, Klaus Schwab speaking to his devotees, and he sounded like Jim Jones, three days from the end. Hands folded, he spoke somewhat meekly, almost pleadingly, as if trying to address, and maybe stave off, punishment for the abject failure of everything “they” sought to achieve in their sick revolution:
Conformation of our own thinking here in the Tent. We have the pricks on the run. I suppose they’re all getting angry now that it’s becoming clear that the world thinks they’re all nuts. I would imagine that megalomaniacs hate being mocked.