Charlie Skelton, The Guardian
May 18, 2009
Publicity is pure poison to the world’s global power elite. So we should all turn up to its next annual meeting with a few more tubs of the stuff, writes Charlie Skelton
Ten years ago, when Jon Ronson dared to report on Bilderberg, he found himself “chased by mysterious men in dark glasses through Portugal”. He was scared for his safety.
“When I phoned the British embassy and asked them to explain to the powerful secret society that had set their goons on me that I was essentially a humorous journalist out of my depth, I wasn’t being funny. I was being genuinely desperate,” he wrote. I know exactly how he feels.
Only out of sheer desperation did I try to arrest one of the goons following me and then follow my flimsy leads up the Greek police ladder, finally catching one of the goons wet-handed in the lavatory of the department of government security. And only then did I know the extent of Bilderberg’s paranoia: they had set the state police on me.
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