FBI surveillance of former Trump campaign advisor Carter Page cost him business, income and even his girlfriend.
Page tells The Post that during the media barrage he faced in late 2016, he visited his girlfriend at her London flat, where she was “freaking out with the fake news about me.”
“Talking with her later in the evening after dinner, she told me that she didn’t want me staying there anymore, and that our relationship was over.
“So late that night,” Page continued, “I booked a last-minute hotel reservation as part of this early chapter of the redefinition of my life…”
Page said while he was under surveillance, Halper “portrayed himself as someone offering help” to him and the campaign, providing “insights and perspectives” on various foreign policy issues, including relations with Russia.
As Dead Larry said, “I’m just a burned spy, here to help!” I swear, Burn Notice is an excellent education in espionage if you see beyond the humor. People love people who offer to help them. It subconsciously diffuses all their defenses – unless they program their amygdala to fire off at the idea of someone offering to help them, and make that enter them into a skeptical mode. Page should have been researching Halper’s history and alliances the moment he wanted to help. (and maybe the God-Emperor was, and all of this was prearranged…)
I am glad I am not friends with Page, because it would be one of those awkward situations where you can’t figure out whether it is worse to tell your friend the truth, or let him keep believing a lie.
What girlfriend bails on a guy who is rolling in the ultimate corridors of power, just as he gets international name recognition for his central involvement in an espionage caper related to his work for the most powerful man on earth? And over “Fake News?” Women love drama, and power, and fame, and excitement, and inside intelligence on the real story, and all of that. Plus she would have gotten to meet the God Emperor, stayed at the White House, and on and on.
My guess is the girlfriend was an asset for somebody, probably Cabal/CIA/MI6/etc, and operation Carter Page was officially winding down at that moment. She was getting the fuck out of dodge before she ended up as burned as Halper. Given what was coming, I’m surprised she didn’t pull a Dead Larry, and walk into an oil refinery that blew up, right in front of Page.
Really, people have no idea how it works, or how thorough the machine is when it comes at you.
Tell everyone about r/K Theory, because you cannot trust anyone these days
Mr. Clean still has some inside scoop so he’s probably doing alright.
“Women love drama, and power, and fame, and excitement, and inside intelligence on the real story, and all of that. “
Only the shallow rabbit women like all that crap.
But a K would not have abandoned him.