InconvenientTruths (@MynxiMe)

https://heretical.com/sgs-2019/e-angles.html Maxwell as Israeli agent #MOSSAD #Maxwell #Epstein There is surely much that is unknown, but one of the ways Maxwell helped Israeli intelligence was by acting as a front for Promis (Prosecutor’s Management Information System). No doubt it has been far surpassed by now, but in the 1980s, Promis was the big thing in data-processing software. I mentioned very tersely this extended feminine strategy, of not just exploiting an opponent’s resources but having him pay for the privilege, in my 2004 article The Female as Enemy. Promis was a sort of meta-database, a database collator. As I understand it, data from various sources was analyzed, for example tying together credit card charges, utility bills and phone records. The software was stolen from the Inslaw company by Rafael Eitan, who was shown the software while visiting the American Justice Department using the name “Dr. Ben Orr.” Eitan, incidentally, is credited with running the spy Jonathan Pollard. The theft of Promis is officially recognised; a bankruptcy judge ruled against the Justice Dept. in favour of Inslaw. High-level US government employees had passed the software to the Israelis. Israeli intelligence reverse-engineered the Promis software and sold it back to intelligence agencies worldwide, including Britain, the US, Canada, Jordan and the Netherlands. However now the software had a ‘back door’ enabling the Israelis to read the data these intelligence agencies were collecting. In the case of the Netherlands, there was a maintenance contract also, which resulted in Israelis routinely being seen carrying boxes of discs out of the offices of the AIVD, the Dutch intelligence service. Verint (formerly called Comverse-Infosys or Comverse) was one company but there were several and the software also had different names. Maxwell’s firm Degem Computers was particularly successful at selling Promis back into the West, and picked up fifteen percent of every sale. In effect, numerous intelligence agencies were paying the Israelis for the privilege of spying for them. Memories of Cap’n Bob Near the end, Maxwell was desperately short of money. Pergamon was sold. One account I read, but was never able to re-trace, was of a meeting at an expensive New York restaurant where some big media name was being enticed to join Maxwell’s empire. The talks involved a golden handshake of couple of million dollars or so, but the media personality began to suspect something was amiss at the end of the meal. By the time the bill was to be paid, the corpulent Maxwell had fallen asleep at the table, and by some means or other it became clear that this was a deliberate ploy by Maxwell to get out of paying the bill. The media personality didn’t take up the offer. I met someone who saw Maxwell and entourage just a few days before his death in 1991. It was in some exotic island nightclub where Maxwell’s yacht, with its fifteen-man crew, had dropped in and berthed. I cannot recall all the details, but he was very impressed by the massive gold Rolex Maxwell was wearing and I think there was also some fuss about payment. Maxwell’s life on the sea of stolen fortune had run its course; he had run out of credit.