Everybody’s talking about it, in fact, they won’t shut up talking about it, even if it soon becomes illegal to flap your yap on the subject. You know the list I mean – the list the so called “Epstein List” – if it ever really existed of course, and I’m going to go out on a limb here and say it doesn’t really matter two shits if it really exists or not, and that, in its simplest form it never had to – and so probably didn’t.
**So what is this Jeffrey Epstein, Ghislain Maxwell, Donald Trump business all about? *
Simply put Epstein was a “fixer”- he secretly put rich and powerful horny men in close proximity to beautiful young girls who had been “softened up” to the idea of being fucked by unappealing much older men, who, labouring with the fear of massive divorce settlements, and public disgrace had no idea where to start looking to find girls young and pretty enough to be considered worthy reward to their highly-inflated sense of entitlement.
More than simply pandering, Epstein branched out. He bought an island in the Caribbean and had it redeveloped as his own tawdry but expensive “Fantasy Island” where the world’s most rich and powerful could go and wander around naked in perfect privacy, united in their membership of the exclusive club of great wealth, power, pedophilia, and (theoretically at least), insulation from the “Me Too” of wowserism that was sweeping the rest of the world, a world where Gary Busey got 2 years probation for grabbing buttocks on the mainland that was rendering office underlings and house staff, strictly off-limits. In short, Epstein was offering heaven to horny middle-aged men with very stressful jobs. More than sex with girls immature enough that they would not critique their sexual performance by going to sleep or saying ”You’re no worse than the last ten viagra-filled old horrors that’ve fucked me.”
Or
“Have you come yet?”
Or
“Is that as hard as it gets?”
Or “(Worst if all – in wife’s voice)
“Why don’t you stop for a minute, and go and brush your teeth?”
These girls would have little to compare their assault with and might, most edtifyingly, afterwards, dissolve in lost virginal, girlish tears.
In short Epstein offered just about the ultimate in paedophilic, and quite likely, incestuous fantasy, made into’ Westworld’© perfection for jaded self-entitled billionaires.
An exclusive club, indeed, by exclusive I mean, you ain’t in it, and what’s more, there is bugger-all chance you ever will be, because if you’ve the slightest skerrick of sense you will have noticed by now that by far the most common way to become a billionaire is to be born the child of one. Donald Trump himself was left a shit-ton of millions by his father, Scrooge McDuck, and, through a life of uninspired business deals managed very little with it. But, lucky him, his status as a minor TV star and the owner of the “Miss Teen USA Pageant” entitled one to a state of mutual productive partnership with Jeffrey Epstein and what, simply with a nod and a wink was probably a very effective potential blackmail club. If you think of Epstein as a kind of “Hellfire Club” where the scrupulous members keep quiet and the other sort manipulate their way to the top you won’t be far off. No need for a member’s list, in a world where people know every name on the NFL premier’s list, why create such a document, which could prove ruinous to so many illustrious hither to irreproachable reputations? Why on Earth would Epstein create such an atomic bomb of a document that could serve no real practical purpose and only be used by his enemies to destroy his organisation? It would, as a simple list of names be useless for any practical purpose, in the same way that any normal person does not keep a written list of their friends. They simply know who is, who isn’t, and who is recommended by who.
So, in this very exclusive club, a kind of “cubby house” for privileged kids to escape parental control existed on its secret Caribbean pirate island for years, perhaps decades. And the members of the exclusive secret ”rock spiders” club who passed the membership requirements, and knew the secret password to get in when they could find time away from their normal lives, amused themselves in their own more or perhaps sometimes less, malignant, ways.
But now it’s time for you to face up to yourself in that quiet place inside you that matters so much because no one is watching, and ask yourself, this List, why am I interested? Is it outrage for the victims? Righteous rage that the rich flout the laws that bind the rest of us? Or, (and this is the tricky one) – Is it simply jealousy?
Be honest. Wouldn’t it be great to have oodles and oodles of money. More than you could ever spend, unless you were a sharp businessman (like Unca Donald) and got to leave the wife and kids behind and holiday on a Caribbean island, where you could get off your face on anything that took your fancy, and force yourself into as many teen beauty queens as you could manage before your dick gets worn away to a stub, and who cares if they cry? You’re making Omelettes here! Just let your sense of enlightenment silence your conscience – after all you were born to riches, you are worth more, and worth more than the peasantry! Just remember though, there was one time in history when these attitudes had become so entrenched that they boiled over into revolution.
Some are born to riches
Some achieve riches,
And some have riches thrust upon them.
Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
Of course the French Revolution took far longer to ferment – but then; life was much slower in those days, news could take a week to cross the country. With all the new-fangled flapdoodle we’ve invented since then, you could expect the protests to be flash mobs and all the executions to be live streamed. If that sounds like it might be your kind of thing I think you’re probably adult enough to admit your interest in that Caribbean holiday I mentioned before, and if the first revolution doesn’t produce the rewards you have a hankering for, we can keep having revolutions until you get what you want. It’s what the French did, but, be careful or you might die all alone on your island. It’s happened before.
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The Big List, Continued
In fact, the cycle of history is unstoppable, measured, in its most prosaic yardstick by the length of a human lifespan. Hitler’s 1000 year reich might have had its foundations laid by Adolf, but it is unlikely that Adolf, the man would have lived to see no more than the next forty years of its infancy- had he been allowed to survive until old age. Of course by the time of his death he would have arranged for a suitable successor- if not a blood heir, then someone chosen from his coterie of toadies- the eldest son of Josef Goebbels, Helmut, strikes me as very likely. Probably struck Dr. Goebbels that way too.
And low and behold, you suddenly have what amounts to a new hereditary monarchy- the system of government which has, for better or worse, governed the human race through the vast majority of its history.
System of power that basically amounted to being ruled by the most brutal, cunning Mafia family available at the time
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