The Octopus: Secret Government and the Death of Danny Casolaro

by Kenn Thomas, Jim Keith

Writer Danny Casolaro was on the trail of the Octopus when he was found dead in a West Virginia hotel in 1991, becoming part of the most extraordinary political tale of the ’90s. The slashes in his wrists were too deep to be self-inflicted. The accordion file with his recent research was missing. He had told his family to be gravely suspicious if an accident befell him. Casolaro had been suicided.

Today, Casolaro’s “Octopus” – a transnational power bloc pursuing its own interests through subversion and overthrow of governments, dirty money and extra-electoral manipulation – has risen again. The players Casolaro identified in his research, including Iran-Contra spooks, Middle Eastern weapons merchants, double-dealing politicos, and terrorists, have reappeared.

The story begins with October Surprise, a trading-with-the-enemy scheme that set the stage for America’s quagmire in the Middle East. The tentacles of The Octopus attach themselves to the Inslaw affair, the theft of super-surveillance software used to spy on criminals and police alike. The grisly saga continues with Osama bin Laden and Saddam Hussein, both believed to be evading capture through the use of Inslaw’s PROMIS software.

What survived of Casolaro’s research fell into the hands of two writers, Kenn Thomas and Jim Keith. In 1996 the hardcover edition of The Octopus was released. In 1999, co-author Keith died, like Casolaro, under mysterious circumstances. This revised and updated edition, which continues Casolaro’s (and Keith’s) research with new chapters on Octopus involvements with the events of 9/11, may be the most comprehensive investigation into the tangle of international conspiracy.

“This book is the key for uncovering probably the greatest threat to freedom for the 21st Century.”
— Vince LoDato

“Compelling and believable… an immediate conspiracy classic.”
— John Strausbaugh, New York Press

Genres: Conspiracy Theories, Nonfiction, History, Politics, True Crime, Collections, Cia

237 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 1996

About the author

Kenn Thomas works as a conspiracy investigator, university library archivist, and editor and publisher of the conspiracy magazine Steamshovel Press. For Feral House he has written The Octopus: Secret Government and the Death of Danny Casolaro, which helped expose the Inslaw scandal of the Reagan years. Thomas also co-edited (with Adam Parfrey) Secret and Suppressed II: Banned Ideas and Hidden History into the 21st Century. His latest work is JFK & UFO: Military-Industrial Conspiracy and Cover-Up from Maury Island to Dallas.

Reviews

[Charles L.]

Insidiously engrossing...

While reading this fascinating book, I could not put it down. The web of deceit is eye opening. One cannot wonder if the P-software is currently being used by commercial search engines, not for advertising but for biotech extortion.

[Jake Sanders]

Terrific conspiratorial deep-dive that eloquently dances alongside some of the other greats (including the mentioned/similar Behold A Pale Horse by Bill Cooper), while carving its own unique story into the annals of time. The poor untimely death of real-world investigator Danny Casolaro is fantastically put together into a twisted, strange descent into the nightmarish world of, well, corporate and political espionage and fatalistic doings. The discussion around the excitable software PROMIS and how it surveys people and behaviors has NO DOUBT been bought and molded and updated to a modern state of surveillance and data tracking. We’re just sitting here, 30 years removed from the effects of what this book is discussing, while living in its ramifications daily.

I often wonder how many “crackpot” books are out there that actually touched the spear, like this. Great stuff, would recommend as a spiritual “Simirrilian” to Cooper’s Behold A Pale Horse.

[Steve]

Kenn Thomas, R.I.P. (1958-2023)

https://cryptoscatology.blogspot.com/...

[Bill Weaver]

Regardless of whether you think Danny Casolaro died by his own hand or at the hands of others, the authors here manage to thread the eye of this conspiracy with enough loose ends to weave a phantasmagorical and surreal tapestry. Some of this is fact but much of it is definitely folklore. Within this slim volume you will find a conspiracy for every type of true believer: Dulce, New Mexico, and UFOs (p. 43), Pine Gap and the CIA manipulation of Australian elections (p. 44), alien autopsy (id), JFK assassination and Guy Bannister (retrieving a crashed UFO no less!!) (p. 45) , Operation Paperclip (p. 73), United fruit company, anti-communist ops in Albania after WWII, the CIA-sponsored coup in Guatemala. (pp. 72-73), BCCI (p. 2, 69, …), Italian Masonry and P2 (pp. 79-80), and naturally MK Ultra (p. 78) - no U.S. conspiracy book is complete without a mention of that dark rabbit hole. You will find everything from Canadian Mounties (pp. 144-45) to alleged connections with Princess Diana’s death! (Chapter 21) Plus the political dynasty that refuses to go away, those supreme villains of American political life, the Clintons! The authors cannot help but give a nod to Vince Foster and Whitewater. (see Chapter 20) Is drug smuggling via the Mena, Arkansas, airport somehow connected to the Octopus and Area 51? (see pp. 133, 137 fn. 8) Supposedly Michael Riconosciuto “told Mark Swaney, the head of a University of Arkansas student group responsible for a petition drive to investigate Mena, that he had been involved in developing chemical and biological weapons . . . on Cabazon tribal lands”. (p. 133) Riconosciuto is a character willing to blab to anyone and everyone - so why wasn’t he assassinated too? This appears a major inconsistency to my way of thinking. Bodies are piling up all around this guy, so in-the-know about this all-encompassing global network. I mean if having a mere “[a]quaintance with Riconosciuto may have been among the motives for . . . murder” (p. 145), then how is Riconosciuto still kicking? It starts to seem a little absurd to claim that Danny Casolaro - some two-bit wannabe - was murdered, yet some covert ops connected jailbird singing for anyone and everyone who cares to listen remains alive throughout the alleged scandal. These tall tales by now have been widely disseminated, heavily investigated, and run through the congressional mill and multiple ‘FBI guys’ to use the parlance of Die Hard. Even Inslaw’s Bill and Nancy Hamilton admit that at the time they were working with Casolaro, the ongoing investigations in the “House Judiciary committee [and] the permanent subcommittee on investigations” constituted “an extensive public record . . .” (p. 165) So what’s the big secret? Nancy Hamilton indicates that only “a week before he died . . . [Casolaro] finally got the final evidence on Inslaw . . .” This is the persistent myth of this case, the missing key piece of evidence that would reveal why anyone would bother to not only kill Casolaro but go to the trouble of making it look like a suicide. The authors make a big deal about the missing file Casolaro had with him just prior to his death. “The amount of attention and detail Casolaro brought to all this parahistory remains lost in the accordion file that disappeared at his death.” (p. 142) Yet some accounts appear to dispute the notion that Casolaro had any files with him at the time of his death, and the notes quoted here from Casolaro’s known files appear fairly tame and inconclusive, at least to me. Nevertheless the authors are not afraid to connect the dots to nearly every conspiracy connected event or figure in the 20th century and moving into the 21st. In a way I found this reassuring. I mean at least someone is steering this ship of fools, right? But where are they steering us? And who is doing the steering? You can pretty much add anyone you want to ‘the Octopus’ as certain sentences make clear- “Although not specifically named as a member of the Octopus by Casolaro, there is much to suggest that George H. W. Bush was part of the management of the Bay of Pigs invasion.” (p. 76) From here we can make the leap to the opium trade via the founder of the Skull & Bones secret society “in the 1800s”. These tentacles run deep. Richard Nixon is obviously “an Octopus puppet who may have had special knowledge regarding JFK’s death”. (p. 79) On the other hand, Ronald Reagan, though not called a ‘puppet’, is not a “favored son of the octopus” either. (p. 87) By the end I was hoping they had like a chart of historical or even still-living figures with different possible categories: Octopus - Puppet of Octopus - Non-Octopus - Anti-Octopus etc. As with all conspiracy tales or apocalyptic beliefs, there is a certain impenetrable and quite deadly logic at play here. I have read in another academic screed that the number of such conspiracy theories in circulation has been decreasing from the 1890s through 2010, but still this book feels timely, despite it being penned nearly 20 years ago. What with that Ozark show finale, the Hunter Biden laptop story, and ‘Russia, Russia, Russia!’ as a nonstop refrain for so many years, this is just how the world works, isn’t it? Is the show Ozark really about the Clintons I wonder?! I suppose there is a feeling in society (if you will allow me a certain poetical latitude) as if the world is becoming more rather than less corrupt. It certainly feels that way once you’ve entered the ‘Dark Wood’ of conspiracy theory and modern folklore. Casolaro got lost in the ‘Dark Wood’ and never found his way back home. This is how the folktale is told and it is of course quite bloody. This is a ghost story in a lot of ways, though the authors approach it like investigative journalism. There is a lot of hearsay, but this isn’t a court of law. If people stuck to what they could prove in court, there would be no books like this and no conspiracy theory. I was happy that this book had an index, it definitely lends ease of use. Nonetheless the footnotes could use some work. On page 79 footnote 34 leads to “Matrix III” as the source to support the following hyperbolic statement: “In 1976 it was revealed that Richard Helms had lied to the Warren Commission when he said that the CIA had not made contact with Lee Harvey Oswald (Freedom of Information Act documents showed otherwise), but George Bush used Agency pressure through a call to Associated Press to prevent the story from surfacing.” I realized later they mean a book and not the third in the Matrix movie trilogy. One wonders what else is cited incorrectly or misleadingly. A little additional research online casts doubt on the accuracy of the description as well - according to a FAIR website account, Helms only lied that the Agency never contemplated contacting Oswald, when it had discussed the idea. If the FAIR webpage is accurate, then the CIA never contacted Oswald, it only considered it. According to the same FAIR webpage, Bush only found out about the story after it was already published too, though the Agency did call to request the story be corrected and supposedly used an embedded Agency asset to suggest it not be published. Do the authors imagine other government bureaucrats, private pressure campaigns or PR firms work much differently? Who is really naive here? I’m sure Hilary Clinton has had her people making a few phone calls about the Russia business. [ see FAIR website story about the incident available at:
https://fair.org/home/cia-chief-bush-... ]
From here one might question some of the other information in this book. This is as such books operate, a lot of suggestive inferences drawn using circumstantial or even incomplete evidence. I have read some convincing debunking of Mark Lane (the famed JFK conspiracy theorist) - the authors here are not afraid to cite Lane as a reputable source, but supposedly Mr. Lane took Soviet cash to support his research. I admit after awhile the anti-Americanism on display becomes a little tiresome for me. It is clear that open societies are more vulnerable to disinformation, yet few conspiracy theorists will consider this even as a possibility. Another way to say this is that there are few conspiracy theorists in totalitarian societies, at least none allowed to be published. Still this book is entertaining. Things really get interesting when the discussion turns to Watergate, which it is suggested among a number of possibilities may have been a “setup” designed to stop “the Mafia-funded politician Richard Nixon” who according to Casolaro “was becoming impossible so far as the Octopus was concerned”. When Casolaro uses the Octopus here he means it synonymously with the CIA (pp. 81-82), but it seems like the definition can be fluid. To those unused to conspiracy lore a lot of this may seem either shocking or ludicrous, and I suspect that most people who would pick up this book are either experienced researchers or hard-core believers. Those familiar may know that Casolaro is not the only writer to have suggested Watergate as a “setup” of Nixon by the CIA. Is there any way out of this labyrinth of saturnalian twists and turns? Not for Casolaro sadly enough. Dear readers of this historical tome may, as I do, enjoy this as folklore, a campfire tale to raise the hairs on the back of your neck. The truth of that feeling is very human, and within this ‘Dark Wood’ of re-enchantment, beyond the realm of facts or dispute…

[David Corleto-Bales]

Unfortunately badly written and organized and full of easily noticed errors, this book discusses the death of independent journalist Danny Casolaro in 1991, who theoretically was writing a book about "the Octopus", an all encompassing conspiracy theory that linked together every hinky CIA or government hijink from the Kennedy Assassination to the Gulf War. Although it appeared that Casolaro might have been partially on to something about various subjects, Occam's razor definitely seems to apply here in my opinion. Casolaro's death doesn't seem particularly suspicious, although perhaps he wanted it to seem so. We're left with bizarre, incredible theories, conspiracies, and a tangled web of unrelated things that were woven together by circumstance. Not recommended. If someone could untangle the narrative and write something coherent about the whole thing, it would be an interesting book.

[Demetri Papadimitropoulos]

Where the Evidence Ends and the Octopus Begins
Kenn Thomas and Jim Keith Reconstruct Danny Casolaro’s Fatal Search for Hidden Power in a Book as Fascinating for the Connections It Finds as for the Ones It Cannot Prove
By Demetris Papadimitropoulos | September 13th, 2026

Decades after Danny Casolaro died in a Martinsburg hotel room while pursuing what he called the Octopus, Netflix has sent another investigator through his papers. “American Conspiracy: The Octopus Murders,” directed by Zachary Treitz, follows Christian Hansen as he retraces Casolaro’s abandoned leads. Kenn Thomas and Jim Keith’s “The Octopus: Secret Government and the Death of Danny Casolaro,” substantially revised in 2004, came earlier in the same long afterlife. Thomas and Keith were already trying to assemble someone else’s unfinished investigation, deciding which scraps belonged together and which merely happened to have landed in the same box. That makes their book less a precursor to the documentary than an earlier attempt at the same impossible housekeeping: sort the files without letting the filing system become the theory.

Even the technology that first caught Casolaro’s attention seems to have taught him how to think. PROMIS, the case-management software at the center of Inslaw’s fight with the Justice Department, could make separate stores of information speak to one another. Casolaro began trying something similar with history. A dispute over proprietary software led him to Michael Riconosciuto, who claimed to have modified PROMIS for intelligence purposes; from there came the Cabazon reservation, Wackenhut, weapons, drugs, banks, organized crime and covert operations. Casolaro eventually imagined not a single command room but an overlapping network whose members met when interests aligned.

Much of the book’s credibility comes from the stubborn fact that this expansion does not begin in vapor. Inslaw generated litigation, congressional investigation and serious criticism of the Justice Department. Investigators later condemned the department’s resistance to outside scrutiny and recorded troubling irregularities in the handling of Casolaro’s death. None of that verifies the Octopus. It does make the first step into Casolaro’s suspicions considerably less absurd than the last.

Early Casolaro is also less credulous than the mythology around him suggests. When Riconosciuto promises a tape that will substantiate threats against him, Casolaro travels through Washington State chasing it, gathering documents and meeting an increasingly peculiar cast of intermediaries. The tape never appears. He leaves frustrated and doubtful, and later reportedly calls Riconosciuto “nuts” while continuing to believe that some of what he says may matter. An unreliable source can still possess a reliable fact. That small, maddening possibility powers half the book.

The Octopus itself arrives only after the file has outgrown any ordinary filing cabinet. Casolaro’s notes jump from Albania and the Bay of Pigs to Watergate, Chile, Australia, Iran, the 1980 election, narcotics and BCCI, often in volleys of questions rather than finished arguments. The image of the octopus gives dispersed power a body: one tentacle appears here, another there, while the creature itself stays below the surface. Once that image takes hold, though, another problem appears. A movement in the water can begin to look like evidence that the creature must be underneath it.

Riconosciuto, Robert Booth Nichols, Earl Brian, Wackenhut, BCCI, Cabazon: recurrence is Thomas and Keith’s favorite narcotic. A name dropped almost casually returns fifty pages later and produces an internal click. Soon you remember who knew whom, which bank surfaced before, which former intelligence officer has wandered back into view. The sensation is pleasurable. It is also argumentative. Recognition begins doing work that corroboration ought to do.

If that sounds like praise with a trapdoor beneath it, so is the prose. Thomas and Keith move briskly among reporting, affidavits, court history, intelligence jargon and pulp menace. “Danger Man” can occupy the same neighborhood as bankruptcy litigation. Mysterious deaths sit beside software licensing. Material that could expire in a filing cabinet instead moves like a thriller. Casolaro’s own notes add another pressure: batteries of questions that make uncertainty feel active, almost investigative in itself. The price is that loaded diction sometimes reaches the conclusion a page before the evidence does. Once someone has become a tentacle, the metaphor has already cast its vote.

PROMIS eventually starts to look less like the first clue than like an accidental model for the book itself. Thomas and Keith cross-reference Casolaro’s surviving material the way the software was designed to cross-reference databases, placing names and institutions beside one another until relationships appear. Sometimes this reveals something worth seeing: the traffic among public office, private contracting, intelligence work and criminal enterprise is real enough to deserve scrutiny without any master cabal. Sometimes a match is only a match. A database can tell you that two records intersect. It cannot tell you why.

After the sprawl, the book performs its best structural trick: it contracts. Decades of covert history, banks, arms dealers and intelligence intrigue collapse into one man with a mortgage, a housekeeper, an unsold manuscript and a heavy briefcase. Casolaro says he is nearing a breakthrough. He tells Virginia McCullough that he is “becoming a believer,” warns his brother not to accept an accident at face value, and leaves for Martinsburg expecting to bring back the head of the Octopus. The supposed world system suddenly fits inside a hotel room.

Part of the power of the Martinsburg chapters is that they remain disturbing without supplying the answer the rest of the book wants. Casolaro had financial pressures, drank heavily and left a brief suicide note. He was also described as excited by his work and convinced that a source was about to help him. His research papers were missing. The room was altered, the tub drained, and his body embalmed before his family had been properly notified. These facts do not amount to proof of murder. They amount to a badly damaged possibility of certainty.

And once certainty is damaged, every absence becomes harder to price. A missing file is not proof of a plot. Yet if the institution expected to explain that missing file has already earned suspicion, the absence begins to glow. This is where “The Octopus” is at its most unsettling. Government secrecy need not conceal the grand design Casolaro imagined to create the conditions in which rumor and fact become difficult to separate. Sometimes the lie that can be proved gives shelter to ten stories that cannot.

Despite its appetite for grand designs, the book often records reasons to distrust its own evidence. Thomas and Keith flag failed verification, dubious witnesses, later additions to Casolaro’s material and the possibility that other researchers attached their own stories to his death. Their skepticism is genuine. It is simply irregular. A source can be treated as unreliable in one passage and remain indispensable to the architecture several chapters later.

In “Tentacles,” that irregularity becomes impossible to ignore. Keith explains that the enormous historical chronology was built from Casolaro’s notes but enlarged through additional research, and that Casolaro himself did not make many of the connections presented there. The chapter then tears through OSS history, Albania, Guatemala, Cuba, the Kennedy assassination, Southeast Asia, Watergate, Chile, Iran, Nicaragua, private intelligence, banking scandals and secret societies before arriving at striking confidence about the reality of the network Casolaro believed he had found. The chapter’s reach is intoxicating. Its certainty has traveled farther than its documentation.

More consequential than any one dubious allegation is the way unlike forms of evidence are made to share a stage. A court ruling, a congressional report, sworn testimony, a disputed witness, an anonymous briefing and a suggestive coincidence may sit only a paragraph apart. Thomas and Keith do provide warnings, but arrangement has its own rhetoric. Put two names beside each other often enough and the reader starts experiencing the recurrence as proof. The architecture gets there first.

Its later chapters expose how far that architecture can stretch. Whitewater enters the picture, then Diana, Princess of Wales, then Keith’s own unexpected death, then September 11. The final chapter describes PROMIS as belonging to both legend and fact, which is also a fair description of the climate the book has created by then. The Octopus no longer needs to be found so much as extended. A theory once bounded by one dead reporter’s files becomes a method for processing whatever history sends next. A new scandal arrives; another arm can be drawn.

That late material is useful for a reason the authors do not always seem to intend: it shows Casolaro’s investigation becoming mythology. After his death, researchers inherit his notes, redraw the map and eventually enter the story themselves. Keith’s chapter is especially eerie because the co-author is pulled into the same machinery of interpretation that had already absorbed Casolaro. His accidental death after surgery produces another cluster of suspicious coincidences, though the book supplies no persuasive evidence that it was engineered. By then the file is producing new files.

Read beside Tom O’Neill and Dan Piepenbring’s “CHAOS: Charles Manson, the CIA, and the Secret History of the Sixties,” the methodological difference becomes plain. Both books move through damaged records, compromised witnesses and intelligence-adjacent worlds. O’Neill repeatedly lets uncertainty reduce what he is willing to claim. Thomas and Keith are more tempted by the opposite motion: every unresolved gap keeps another possibility alive. One investigator treats missing proof as a brake; the other sometimes finds that the car runs rather well without it.

One reason “The Octopus” remains absorbing through all this is Casolaro himself. He is curious, theatrical, financially strained, occasionally credulous and sincerely convinced that scattered scandals conceal a shape. He is more interesting than either the martyr or crank versions of him. His movement from disbelief toward belief gives the book an emotional line its dossiers could never supply. The crucial sentence is not one of his geopolitical theories but his admission that he is “becoming a believer.” It sounds hopeful until you have read enough of the book.

Perhaps the fairest tribute Thomas and Keith pay him is allowing that transformation to remain intelligible without making it compulsory. Inslaw may deserve scrutiny. Covert institutions may deserve suspicion. Casolaro’s death may contain enough mishandling and missing material to resist a shrug. None of those propositions requires the total historical animal he imagined. The space between dismissal and conversion is narrow, but the book is often most interesting there.

Of course, moderation is not “The Octopus”’s natural climate. The prose likes a dark corridor, a cryptic telephone call, a murdered source, a bank account, a pseudonym and, when available, all five at once. Somewhere a corkboard deserves workers’ compensation. Still, the excess preserves something worth having: the tactile world of pre-digital obsessive research, all photocopies, faxes, clippings, affidavits, homemade dossiers and names scribbled down because somebody told somebody else to call.

Underneath those papers is an argument more persuasive than the giant creature itself. Power can become difficult to see without becoming omnipotent. Public agencies, private contractors, former intelligence officers, financiers, fixers and criminals can cross paths, exchange favors and protect interests without taking instructions from one hidden room. The looser arrangement Casolaro’s brother described, people overlapping when their needs coincide, is both less cinematic and harder to dismiss. The book comes closest to convincing me when it no longer needs its own monster.

Late in the volume, Thomas seems reluctant to accept that smaller victory. The September 11 material pushes an already generous theory toward exhaustion. Some spectacular PROMIS stories are explicitly marked as single-source or possible disinformation, yet their presence still enlarges the field of possibility. Once a theory has taught you which recurrences to notice, history becomes extremely accommodating. There is always another name that has appeared before.

On the evidence of the book as a whole, “The Octopus” earns 77/100 and 3/5 stars. The score reflects a book whose archive, atmosphere and portrait of Casolaro are stronger than its control over the claims they support. Its weaknesses are not incidental. The later sprawl, uneven standards of proof and tendency to make association feel causal keep it from the next tier. But dismissing it would be easier than reading it well, and considerably less interesting.

Some books return because subsequent history proves them right. “The Octopus” has had the stranger fortune of returning because people still cannot finish it. “American Conspiracy: The Octopus Murders” sends Christian Hansen through Casolaro’s papers and contacts decades later, another researcher sorting the same names into possible shapes. PROMIS was built to find relationships across separate systems. Casolaro tried to do that with history; Thomas and Keith did it with Casolaro; now documentaries and readers do it with them. The hazard is not only that the machine misses a link. After enough returning names, vanished papers and half-proved stories, every link starts to look like the one you were waiting for – and the switch is somewhere under the papers.

[RIVIERE Guillaume]

After watching the Netflix series i was willing to know more about this thrilling global conspiracy. Unfortunately this book offers too rare new informations about Danny Casolaro's events and is often (mainly in the second half) so eager to be right it slides to unrelated events such as lady di's death in 1997 etc...

As i read somewhere, this book is besides really badly organized, so the reader sometimes's got the feeling he is readikg the same content over and over again..
What about endless press clippings added, only to prove some of it must be true ? If we're reading this, it's mostmy because we also believe it, in a nutshell it's a shame this book takes it too far
The whole story is interesting though

[Mike Lisanke]

The subtle of this book is, what everyone thinks happens to those who tell all about the secretive and powerful in our country. But what people think/believe shouldn't matter right... is there any proof? Nope, just a lot of people collecting and dropping a lot of names of people they politically disagree with and then yada yada yada!. I've heard these Good Spooks talking about the Bad Spook story telling sessions for years now... none of which Anybody (even the good spooks) can make any senses of. And if you ask direct questions, they can't tell you that because they took a Oath about some things. All just a bit too stupid.

[Cliff Watson]

The narrative here is, well, like an octopus. It has many arms — Danny Caolaro, Michael Riconisciutto, the Hamiltons, and the various members of the Octopus themselves. If you were coming into the story of the post-WWII shadows for the first time, I'm not sure what you would learn here in terms of the larger story. That said, if you're a veteran researcher on the Brown Brothers Harriman legacy, this does a ton of work filling in gaps and introducing new threads.

Like any other coverup of the last 70+ years, we'll never know the full scope of the various scandals mentioned within The Octopus, but a penlight is better than no light at all.

[Arthur B]

If there's truth behind the Octopus theory, Kenn Thomas and Jim Keith are entirely too credulous to unpick it - particularly since that, whilst many of the individual tentacles of the conspiracy are real, the "head" which ties them all together may well have simply been a con artist trying to work a scam. Full review: https://fakegeekboy.wordpress.com/202...

[David Howard]

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