the club of rome met in a plush floor of the rome cavalieri,, sure there were strippers and caviar, all kinds off exotic entertainment, some illegal substances were consumed and the room was dense with cigar fumes, and the faint waft  of excellent whiskey when they got down to business. 
this small group have enjoyed the trappings of unlimited wealth but hunger for something else, that lust that they tasted has them addicted, it infused into their bloodstream,like a vampire seeking more, it has taken over their bodies and reduced their existence to need. power is the ultimate drug. 
these are men, consumed by power over their women first, then their own lives and then outwards it spreads, influencing all political bodies who are weakened. only those people who can see through the smokescreen of manipulation, the clouds of illusion, the opaque language of media are immune to their glamour. it's so captivating, any ideologist would fall under it's spell. any reasonably educated / brainwashed student would be drawn into their web, the conspiracy behind all conspiracies lays open and revealed when you take of your memetic filters and look objectively at the situation. the club of rome sit back and watch as they pull strings and governments dance their tune, and citizens are helplessly sucked along in the terrible wake of an evil ideology that they don't even know exists.