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Thursday 20 April 2023

Savings & Loans




 A long forgotten 80s financial scandal in the US, I researched a decade or so ago is too arcane to be mentioned by anybody, except perhaps Katherine Austin Fitts, who has the sort of macroeconomic experience & expertise to know.

All these years later UNLIMITED HANGOUT is refreshing our memories of the Savings & Loans affair back in the Eighties with Pension-Fund Pick-Pocket and Mossad triple agent Robert Maxwell father of Ghislaine, her ugly sisters and the fraudulent sons. I crossed ones path as he bowled out of the Old Bailey around June 92 (Mintpress). He bounded down the steps and couldn't wait to GTF out of there.





 Ian and Kevin Maxwell's father Captain Bob are like Heinz Kissinger who the allies also picked up, along with other Nazis notables like George Soros, Werner von Braun, Dr Green (real name Mengele), and so forth.

 Robert Maxwell’s reputation was tainted after his drowning, when it was discovered that he had looted six million Daily Mirror retirees, past present and future, of their highly remunerated (due to strong unions) pension fund to prop up his debt-ridden business empire. In contrast, George H. W. Bush is remembered for his public service. 

 He is not remembered for his oil business Zapata and many other oilier and darker business endeavours.

 Maxwell is now violently decomposed and buried on the most sacred ground in the Holy Land. The Mount of Olives in Israel. The official story (including Ghislaine's version) is a preposterous tale that he took a piss in the wee hours off the back of his Khashoggi Super Yacht, and whoever pushed his head under the water till he was dead had extraordinarily good timing to turn up just as his warm urine was diluting the Atlantic Ocean.

 I wasn't there but how many nights did they wait for him to be alone? Were they waiting clad in black clothes and ski masks in their military grade dinghy till he serendipitously turned up?

 How did they pass the minutes, hours and nights waiting for their chance? 

Candy Crush or fishing?

This post is dedicated to Blue Doran who walked like Ian Maxwell in crowded foreign capitals and people parted to let him through. It was a sight to behold and as I've previously shared, he was a dangerous man.