Writing in the Telegraph, Iain Hollinghurst notes that this year’s Bilderberg…

…[is] thought to include Angela Merkel, Josef Ackermann, CEO of Deutsche Bank, Richard Holbrooke, Barack Obama’s special envoy to Afghanistan, and Gustavo A Cisneros Rendiles, a Venezuelan media mogul. 

Sneering at “conspiracy theorists“, he goes on to reflect that…

The reality of these conferences appears to boil down to a group of willy-waggling old men comparing their security details and dreaming of past glories.

The CEO of Deutsche Bank is “dreaming of past glories“? Angela Merkel is a “willy-waggling old m[a]n“? Was this piece stitched together by committee or what?

A similar piece in last week’s Times poured on disdain like maple syrup…

…the leaked invitation list reveals that the gathering is made up primarily of elderly white gents.

Only the possible attendance of George Osborne, 39, the British Chancellor, will reassure hotel staff that they are not dealing with a Saga Holidays tour.

Do Saga Holidays offer policemen, lockdowns and no-fly zones? Well, it’s good to be valued, but that must get a little — stifling, doesn’t it? And, besides, as “Hollinghurst” brings himself to admit, Blair, Clinton and Thatcher were guests of Bilderberg before their ascendance to power.

Could it be…that the Bilderbergers are simply having fun, away from their spouses, on their annual jamboree?

Perhaps it’s a failure of my imagination but I can’t see Henry Kissinger and David Rockefeller nipping down to a local cash and carry, buying up the party rings.

It’s not a great reflection on our press that as some of the world’s most powerful, influential figures meet behind closed doors, they direct the spotlight onto some of its most enfeebled and least consequential. One doesn’t have to accept the fears of an “electronic global police state” to shudder at, retch over or just be interested in the Bilderberg. Even William Domhoff, who rejects “conspiracism“, sees it as a place for the elites to “reach consensus” and affirm “social cohesion“. With the artful, growing unity of state and business power-mongers this alone puts the Group’s Catalonian nest among the most portentous hotels since the Overlook. As activists and researchers are harassed by the fierce watchmen, and the media blinds itself with tears of helpless laughter, it’s also a quite vomitous spectacle.