THE DEVIL’S BANQUET
And what would Davos be without the Devil? Not that the day-to-day denizens of the place are especially diabolical (at least, not that the Conspirasphere has got wind of yet); but when the Wholly Evil Foundation rolls into town for its annual jamboree, the virtue meter hits the red zone. And this year there was visual proof.
The WEF is popularly known (about the only way one can work ‘popular’ and ‘WEF’ into a single sentence) as a grandiose, and occasionally grandiloquent, talking shop for those folks who have grown wealthy beyond their