by Nate Anderson
The craziest story of this last week? It’s an easy call—John McAfee’s self-told tale of becoming a spymaster in Belize, passing out malware-laden laptops to officials and overseeing a ring of 29 “operatives” who distributed and monitored the computers.
McAfee, a one-time American antivirus expert, left the US for Belize a few years back and quickly slipped into his own “heart of darkness” at his jungle estate. He’s been specializing in nutball behavior and eventually got himself raided by an elite Belize police squad which believed he was operating a meth lab on the property. Next, McAfee’s neighbor was murdered and McAfee went on the run, telling anyone who would listen that the Belize police were going to kill him (they said only that they wanted to question McAfee about the murder and that he was not a suspect). Now, back in the US after slipping across the border to Guatemala—a long and crazy story of its own—McAfee has taken again to his own blog to regale us all with the tale of John McAfee, spy chief.
Here’s the setup:
I purchased 75 cheap laptop computers and, with trusted help, installed invisible keystroke logging software on all of them—the kind that calls home (to me) and disgorges the text files. It also, on command, turns on, and off, the microphone and camera—and sends these files on command. I had the computers re-packaged as if new. I began giving these away as presents to select people—government employees, police officers, Cabinet Minister’s assistants, girlfriends of powerful men, boyfriends of powerful women. I hired four trusted people full time to monitor the text files and provide myself with the subsequent passwords for everyone’s e-mail, Facebook, private message boards, and other passworded accounts. The keystroke monitoring continued after password collection, in order to document text input that would later be deleted. So nothing was missed.
I next collected my human resources for the complex social engineering I would have to do. I arranged with 23 women and six men to be my operatives. Eight of the women were so accomplished that they ended up living with me. It was amazingly more efficient and they were easily convinced to check up on each other. One was so accomplished (Marcia) that she became a double agent and nearly got me killed.
Of course, this massive operation in which one gringo decided to spy on half the Belize government went off without a hitch, and McAfee become something of a godlike super-spy. “What I found was, for the most part, expected,” McAfee wrote. “Uncountable numbers of sexual affairs—embarrassingly lurid and intimate chats. Multiple, simultaneous protestations of love, and jealousy, and anger.” No one could resist his operatives: after sending “increasingly irresistible women” to a local political boss, McAfee eventually tried “an alternate chromosome configuration and—success at last.”
Computers weren’t enough. McAfee says he wanted to wiretap his targets, too. He allegedly went to two local phone companies and “locked onto a number of key players who had access to the technical processes involved in tapping phones and delivering lists of phone contacts.” His team, he said, then drew up “contact information for appropriate wives and husband of these key players, knew the names of the employees’ drug providers (if any), names of respectable family members, and names of all the other ‘side interests’ of the targets. Being ‘pillow talk’ masters, they also knew, and had verified, every secret thing the persons had ever done.”
Every secret thing the persons had ever done!
You will not be shocked to learn, dear reader, that McAfee’s massive spy operation didn’t just reveal some petty corruption or embarrassing secrets but rather the existence of a Hezbollah trafficking network that funneled 11 Lebanese men a month into America. And, of course, these were probably terrorists; one man had plans to make deadly ricin from plants being grown in a Nicaraguan training camp.