There was a little too much testosterone on the sidewalk this afternoon – a few too many megaphones for my liking. But hey, you want to shout about the tyranny of a corrupt transnational banking oligarchy, you go right ahead. I'm not about to tell you to hush. It's horses for courses. Two years ago, a group of Spanish activists sat in silence on the beach and sent a white ring of positive energy up the hill to encircle and cleanse the Bilderberg hotel. Whatever gets the job done.
As I left the crime scene, I met a member of Oathkeepers trotting down from their gazebo to check on the arrest. "We'll be looking at the video evidence," he assures me, puffing past.
The Oathkeepers are a posse of military veterans and retired police officers, who have come to keep an eye on things at Bilderberg 2012. : They're an incredibly reassuring presence; tough, avuncular – darn it they just want to make you go up and shake them by the hand and say: "Thank you, sir, for being here."