Stars don’t beg. Why this was the last year for The World Economic Forum in Davos.

“Once every year, all our eyes are fixed on Davos. The enclave of Neu Schwabenland in the stony heart of Europe. In awe we see the thousands of call girls and lollyboys, the caterers with their Wagyu beef and Blanquette de Veau, the refrigerated trucks full of Beluga caviar and condemned lobsters, their scissors tied with gaffer tape.

Once a year we witness the thousands of grim-looking mercenaries restricting public Swiss soil. The Soldiers of Fortune, with their machine guns and bulky bodyguards with their little microphones and earphones  in.

Halt. Privat. Kein Eintritt!

Once a year we lay our ears on the winding mountain roads, expecting the rumble of the midnight blue Maybach’s, the armored Audi’s and Cadillac Escalades, with their blinded windows, their illusive passengers hidden from sight and daylight.

Once a year we witness from afar the spectacular ballet of private jets, gently falling from the crystal clear Swiss sky, like glistening angels.

Once a year we squeeze our hands together, in morbid expectation.

What will the elites be up to this year? What will they have in store for us? Disease X…. With a 100% chance of death? Will this be the year in which we find our children curled up like pink shrimps, gasping for air in vain? Are they going to roll out World War Three, put our kids in the meat grinders at Marinka? Taiwan? Yemen? Gog, Magog? Armageddon? Are they going to flood Western Europe, with military aged man or seawater to render all farmland salty and arid? Or will this be the year of their ‘comprehensive cyber attack’ that will throw us back to the Stone Age, boil our computers and systems and cause black-outs, which will smother our premature infants in their incubators, like we left the babies in Gaza to choke and die?

Once a year we, the sheeple, watch in horror and morbid admiration, while the butchers are gently sharpening their knives.

And as we watch, they proceed.”

I wrote this -in hindsight unjustified- preview to Davos a few days before the Swiss mountain village of Davos would, like every year, be transformed into the macabre Disneyland with its attractions like Fort BlackRock, Castle StateStreet and Pfizer palace; the snowy Olympus of the self-appointed neo-feudal elite. The Mont Segûr of the New World Order. Proud and unapproachable. Invulnerable in splendid isolation, where they regally determine the fate of the rif raf.

‘Eat ze Bugs’, ‘You will own nothing and be happy’. ‘We can only be safe, when everybody is vaccinated.’

Who doesn’t know the Greatest hits by Klaus’ Party House by heart?

‘We will chip your childrens’, We will own ze water’, ‘Kill ze Russians’, ‘We penetrate ze kabinetz’, ‘Fight ze Climate Change’ and ‘Build Back Bitter’.

How superior they once looked, larping their postmodern mix of classical Nazism, technologism, neo-corporatism and cadaver communism.

Deeply despised, but sheer untouchable.

Though this year things changed. 

How vulnerable they suddenly appeared. 

How worn out, scared and defeated they looked during their boring stage talks, their obligatory forum discussions and especially during their perp walks, silent as graves, buried in their wintercoats, shielded off by mediocre PR people, artfully heckled by Rebel News hornets, demolished by Heritage Foundation president, Kevin Robert’s and masterfully parodied by Damon Imani.

‘When are you going to roll out Disease X, mister Tedros’?

How sad did the typical gray haired WEF witches suddenly look, with their huge glasses and wrinkled faces, their magic cloak of pandemic executive powers removed. Ugly, gray, and generally revolting.

Poor Klaus, anxiously eying the hall before his opening speech, like ‘The man behind the curtain’. An exposed Wizard of Oz. He reminded me of Nicolae Ceausescu and his Elena, just before their last balcony scene. I almost felt sorry.

Where the hell was everyone?

Where were the fresh Young Global Leaders?

Where was Greta Thunberg?

Where was Yuval Noah Harari? Without him, Davos felt like a Reichsparteitag without Albert Speer, Nürnberger Festspiele without Die Meistersinger.

Was there ever a Nazi Tranny Cyborg party, Yuval did not crash?

Where were all the bright and sparkling stars? Where was Bono? Where was Hollywood? Matt Damon, Charlize Theron, Goldie Hawn. Was was Di Caprio? And that presumptuous cock from the Nescafé ads?

There were absolutely no actors in Davos 2024 and to me that’s quite revealing.

Superstars know instinctively that you unconditionally have to believe in yourself and in the role you play, to be credible. That you should never ask your audience for anything, let alone for their trust.

That to rule, you must radiate the divine dazzling light, you borrowed from Lucifer! That you must be that twinkling radiance yourself, regal and unreachable, high up in the firmament.

That you must always continue to shine and never show any weakness. That you can’t let the hounds smell your blood. That you can’t give a fuck. That you must never give a shit about fans or haters. 

That, then and only then, your audience will revere you, and follow you into heaven or hell.

Hitler knew that, Stalin knew that, Madonna knows that, but Klaus became a little anxious of the German tractors.

Only Dutch “Junta queen” Maxima Zorreguieta had that certain WEF “je ne sais quoi” this year, but her call to push an ID on every world citizen, to see if you had your jab, suddenly sounded a-syncope, hollow and completely misplaced in this years WEF big band of weasels and cowards. Her song screeched loudly and falsely through the hollow sounding concert hall in which the supporting band suddenly stopped playing. 

The smelly WEF flower once bloomed colorfully. But its water is now stale and spoiled.

The WEF window of opportunity is eyes wide shut.

The Davos wasp is not dead yet, but lies powerlessly on the floor, its pulsating sting, waiting for a silly foot to step in it.

But we don’t fall for their poison anymore.

Because the Gods lost their radiance and even came down from Mount Olympus to ask us for our confidence.

This was the last Davos, because their theme was “rebuilding trust.”

And you can’t ask for the recovery of something that was never there.

You can’t trust the same people who clearly and openly hate, despise and mock you. 

The same people you have tried to enslave in full view, cheat, steal and much, much worse.

This year, the World Economic Forum has shown that there are no stars in their crystal clear Swiss firmament. Just some despicable humans below.

This year, the World Economic Forum showed how scared and vulnerable the man behind the curtain at the end of the Yellow Brick Road actually is.

This year, the World Economic Forum has shown that they are nothing without our consent, our love.

And that will turn out to be a fatal mistake.

This was the last year for Davos.

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