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I enjoyed the video, but the devil-worshiping speculation is out to lunch. The Bohemians do a yearly pageant in which they bid farewell to care, or woe, or whatever, and burn it in an elaborate and boring theatrical ritual. I actually found a copy of the script in a used bookstore once, years ago.
And yeah, the yearly Bohemian Grove gathering is the epitome of privilege and power, especially the northern california variety (Bechtel, BofA). The elite get to gather together and walk around naked in the redwoods for a couple of weeks, if they so please, male-bond and do deals. The elaborate spectacles, vow of silence, and all that crap just make it seem more spooky than it is. A fair number of former waiters and such have told all about what goes on there to SF-area columnists. And of the high-ranking attendees, you forgot Prince Phillip. Apparently couldn't even keep his pants for a week (they really don't allow _any_ women in), so he always took, uh, field trips during the retreat to find negotiable female companionship.
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