“Sir, I don’t have you on my list,” said the young woman surveying a clipboard while simultaneously blocking my entrance into one of the World Economic Forum’s many titillating lectures.
“Ah, well, look again. I am sure there has been some mistake,” I declared with the absolute assurance of a man who knows he isn’t on the list but who is nonetheless certain he will get in anyway.
Behind me in a rapidly forming queue stood actual members of the World Economic Forum, known affectionately to insiders by the diminutive “Wef,” waiting for her to check their names against the same list before granting them entry.
Honestly, for a group that, apart from global tyranny, gets excited about nothing so much as mass surveillance and brain chips, I found myself continually amazed that they used a process so antiquated that every teacher from Aristotle to Ben Stein has used it for roll call: “Bueller? Bueller?”
But it was much to my advantage.
Spying on the Crackpots Running WEF
You see, WEF attendance is expensive. While the exact cost is murky, WEF membership, which can run into tens of thousands of dollars, is required before one can buy a pass for their annual meeting at Davos, which is tens of thousands of dollars more.
Not a chance I was paying those fees. For the second year in a row, I adopted a much less expensive approach: I just walked into every building like I owned the place. And, with so many
