A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum
Claus Schwab and company are trash, but don't mistake them for the landfill.
Something revulsive eminates from the very fundament of Claus Schwab’s being. He has the jawline of a bulemic pelican mid-purge and the voice of someone who just ate an entire jar of mayonnaise. The founder of the World Economic Forum comports himself as a Bond-tier antagonist who plans for global domination via papercut by lacing the world’s printer paper with HIV.
A Saint who takes a charitable view of humanity based on the principle that maliciousness should never be ascribed to that which can be as easily explained by incompetence cannot give Schwab and Co. a pass; one doesn’t accidentally advocate for a future in which people are completely dispossessed of private property.
Schwab is culpable to some degree for the rot that free people must abide in the first quarter of the 21st century, but what degree? Claus is only the second most infamous figure to come out of the 19th century with a technical education and personal mission to supersede a state-based body politic. But if some of the bleaker theories of his activities ring true, he should be rightly known as the century’s greatest villain by body count alone.
Of course we have Event 201; in October 2019 a group of ultra wealthy and influential figures from the public sector and private industry convened under the WEF umbrella to plan a pandemic response a month before COVID hits. It reads like Michael Crichton on bathsalts, but the veracity of the event is beyond doubt despite numerous attempts to paint it as a conspiracy.
All of the parties involved with Event 201 deserve the same scrutiny as any group of suspected international terrorists. That’s the norm when people exploit international tragedy to achieve their own ends. But the question is, how much of the blame for the current state of affairs is rightly laid with the WEF?
A myopic view of a sporting event would lead one to reasonably conclude that the cheerleaders control the outcome of the game. And make no mistake, Claus Schwab is every bit the human colonic polyp that he appears to be. But there’s a difference between symptom and disease. If tomorrow Schwab choked to death on an ampallang piercing by an act of Divine Justice, his “great reset” would probably sally forth unabated to the next round of man made terror. The WEF doesn’t have the resources to birth the dystopia they’re threatening the world with. Sixty-one million is enough for the Forum to wet their own beaks, but that’s a paltry sum if your goal is to drown the entire world. The hand that stirs the drink doesn’t rest at the center of the Forum, it supports it from the outside.
Take World Economic Forum member McKinsey & Co., they doesn’t shout the praises of Claus to the high heavens, but but they are in one accord with him. They also have over 10 billion to play with in order to make a technocratic-communist hellscape a reality. There are several hundreds of WEF members who possess the resources and influence to make it happen. These unsung villains get ignored, because Schwab and the Forum function as subterfuge to distract audience from magician.
Schwab’s level of hubris makes Trump look like a graduate of the Abagail Shipiro School of Modesty. Let’s face it, anyone with the level of power and intelligence that the bad doctor routinely claims to possess wouldn’t waste so much time talking about their great power and success. Ultimately Claus Schwab is a clown. He’s not the ringmaster by a damn sight. We have to burn the whole circus to the ground.