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BILDERBERG 2011 – Switzerland – THE WORLD ELITE TO MEET IN SECRET

by Jonathan Boda

One of the most top-secret meetings on planet Earth is only one day away. From June 9^th thru June 12^th there will be an exclusive Bilderberg meeting held in the resort town of St. Moritz, Switzerland. Their exact hotel location is still, at this hour, to-be-determined. Although, there are a few leads as to which luxury lair they might be staying in. One place in particular is the Hotel Suvretta House – a tranquil, surreal place that is reminiscent of a palatial keep for the most powerful elite.

According to Jim Tucker (a veteran Bilderberg investigator and professional reporter/writer for AFP), the precise location of Bilderberg’s lavish visit to Switzerland is currently “unknown”. Jim Tucker is famous for having inside information that reaches deep within the impenetrable gates of the Bilderberg brigade. Mr. Tucker will be traveling to St. Moritz on June 8^th, where he’ll set-up a base camp while commencing his latest in-depth report on the Bilderbergers and their illicit plan to ‘run things’.

You can read Jim’s 2011 Bilderberg itinerary HERE.

Furthermore, the 2011 Bilderberg meeting can easily be considered as one of their most pivotal conferences since 1954 (the year of their first, official meeting).

Who, or what, is the Bilderberg Group?

They are simply, and complexly, a hush-hush clique consisting of 130-140 members who meet annually in order to set world economic policy while brainstorming ideas for a stronger, but more stable, one world, centralized government. All members are considered to be the most influential people on the planet: the global elite.

The War Prayer

by Mark Twain

Mark Twain

It was indeed a glad and gracious time, and the half dozen rash spirits that ventured to disapprove of the war and cast a doubt upon its righteousness straightway got such a stern and angry warning that for their personal safety’s sake they quickly shrank out of sight and offended no more in that way.

Sunday morning came – next day the battalions would leave for the front; the church was filled; the volunteers were there, their faces alight with material dreams – visions of a stern advance, the gathering momentum, the rushing charge, the flashing sabers, the flight of the foe, the tumult, the enveloping smoke, the fierce pursuit, the surrender! – then home from the war, bronzed heros, welcomed, adored, submerged in golden seas of glory! With the volunteers sat their dear ones, proud, happy, and envied by the neighbors and friends who had no sons and brothers to send forth to the field of honor, there to win for the flag or, failing, die the noblest of noble deaths. The service proceeded; a war chapter from the Old Testament was read; the first prayer was said; it was followed by an organ burst that shook the building, and with one impulse the house rose, with glowing eyes and beating hearts, and poured out that tremendous invocation – “God the all-terrible! Thou who ordainest, Thunder thy clarion and lightning thy sword!”