This weekend the masters of the universe will gather at the annual Bilderberg conference. The secretive summit, which is being held in Austria, sees heads of banks and company CEOs mix with political heavyweights including the former Secretary of State Henry Kissinger, US pollster Jim Messina, George Osborne and… Ed Balls.
No notes are taken, no media are invited to cover the event, and the outcome is never revealed which has led conspiracy theorists to go into overdrive. Theories range from plans for a New World Order to world domination by lizards.
This year they have disclosed the topics they are planning to discuss:
‘Artificial intelligence, cybersecurity, chemical weapons threats, current economic issues, European strategy, globalization, Greece, Iran, Middle East, NATO, Russia, terrorism, United Kingdom, U.S.A., U.S. elections.’
They have even gone so far as to release a statement in which the organisers claim that they ‘welcome interest in the conference’. However, they could have fooled Mr S. Several journalists attempting to cover the event, which uses the same security as G7 and operates a no-fly zone, have taken to social media to complain about the police presence:
This is how far we are from the Bilderberg hotel and we are still getting asked for our papers. pic.twitter.com/4Nzs948t5j
— Paul Joseph Watson (@PrisonPlanet) June 12, 2015
— Luke Rudkowski (@Lukewearechange) June 12, 2015
Apparently it’s not just the reporters who are getting a rough deal:
Local restaurants & hotels in the region where Bilderberg is meeting are complaining that the police overkill has decimated business. — Paul Joseph Watson (@PrisonPlanet) June 12, 2015
The Guardian‘s Charlie Skelton has written a blog post detailing his own encounters with the police since arriving. He claims he has been stopped multiple times by police and that another journalist was searched after carrying out a food shop in a supermarket:
‘“You’ve checked me out a dozen times already,” he grumbled. “I’m going to be here all week, I don’t want to be checked every five minutes.” The lieutenant in charge of the checking shrugged: “We can check you as many times as we want. Open your car please.” My Swiss friend stood his ground: “Don’t you need probable cause?” The lieutenant shook his head and smiled: “No, we don’t.”’
And there was Mr S thinking Labour were bad with hacks.