By David Glenn Cox
So, it all begins to come out. Situation normal, all fucked up. In Texas, they begin pointing fingers at each other. The Governor was out of town and the emergency management director was sick in bed. The worst excuse ever, we’re going to need a doctor’s note on that. The sheriff says nobody told him anything! Everybody is passing the buck to someone else. It is so common in disasters that everyone in charge assumes someone else is minding the store.
Nobody expected it and it took them all by surprise. After Pearl Harbor, they cashiered the Admiral in charge. The attack wasn’t his fault. There was a whole series of failures. Everyone was expecting an attack somewhere else. Everyone assumed Midway and nobody assumed Pearl Harbor. But the guy in charge of Pearl Harbor gets the blame, regardless. Never mind how we screwed up; this is all your fault!
In Foggy Bottom, the NTSB blames the FAA for the military helicopter and airliner crash. The FAA will scapegoat the air traffic controllers and or the military. When those actually responsible will never even be mentioned. After the attacks on 9-11, officials discussed shutting down Reagan National Airport because it was a security threat. It’s too damn close to downtown, which makes it uber convenient for the congress critters getting out of town quickly, but it’s a danger to everyone else. Too many damn airports too close together.
Reagan, Dulles and Baltimore. Now add in the military aviation and it becomes a question of when and not if. Reagan National never should have been built. But there were 535 frequent fliers in Washington who thought it would be a wonderful idea to have an airport so close by and if you build it, they will come. But you won’t hear that mentioned in the hearings even though everyone already knows it.
Wrapped inside of the criminal Big disastrous bill and hidden beneath the layers of graft lies even more graft. Trump accounts! Every new-born baby in the United Snakes is to receive $1,000. Except it goes into an account to be managed by Hedge Fund managers on Wall Street. Or $1,000 x 3.6 million babies annually equals 3.6 billion dollars. No wonder Wall Street cheered. Robbing the poor to give to the rich! Chances are these infants will never see a dime of it. Deficit hawks giving money away. Cutting millions from healthcare to give it to Wall Street. What could possibly go wrong? Congress appropriating money directly for Wall Street consumption.
A clinking, clanking automaton of a government, totally unreasoning and unresponsive to the needs of the people. Just plain graft in just plain sight, buried and hidden beneath the other layers of graft.
“It has always seemed strange to me…The things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest, are the traits of success. And while men admire the quality of the first, they love the produce of the second.”
― John Steinbeck
How the line between theater and reality is blurred. In movies and on television we will believe almost anything, but when it appears in real life. It just can’t be so. The story of the week, how Donald dumped Jeffery, is a load of hooey. End a friendship over a towel girl? Yeah right. Donald always kept up with his low-level employees.
As the story goes, Jeffery was looking at a $36 million dollar mansion. He showed it to Donald, asking for advice. Donald, in turn, bid $40 million, stealing the property out from under Jeffery. Now that will ruin a friendship in a hurry. Jeffery knew that Donald didn’t have $40 million and began making inquiries. Then Donald sold the property for $96 million to a Russian oligarch.
Being a man of means and not without friends himself, Jeffery suspected money laundering. Or, as Derp Junior once put it, “We get our money from Russia.” Now who exactly Jeffery whispered this information to is unclear. But when you start, a fight. Don’t forget to watch your back. Jeffery returned from Paris and was quite unexpectedly arrested at the airport. I wonder who tipped the cops off?
Epstein, through his lawyer and future Trump labor Secretary Alex Acosta, negotiates the mother of all sweetheart deals and Epstein walks. Then, for reasons known only to god, the government reneges on the deal. Because we can if we want to, And we want to, that’s why.
It just gets darker and murkier with each level you enter. Jeffery ends up in jail in Manhattan. The instructions say he is to have a cellmate at all times. His cellmate was a musclebound body builder type, and Jeffery ends up in the infirmary with marks on his neck. Jeffery refuses to blame his cellmate for obvious reasons. Snitches get body bags. Or maybe, his cellmate failed to do his job right the first time.
Then on the night Epstein dies, Jeffery is left alone in his cell, and nobody checks on the guy. The foggiest, blurriest video tape in recorded history is riddled full of mysteries. (I’ve seen clearer video from Mars) Forensics say the video is actually two videos spliced together. The Inspector General’s report reads like the Warren Commission. The autopsy report shows serious doubt by the physicians that it was a suicide. The broken bones in the neck shouldn’t be broken in a man who hung himself with a bed sheet. If he died from asphyxiation, why were the bones broken?
Why would a man with good lawyers and plenty of money give up in round one? Why did prison officials allow Jeff to make an unmonitored phone call? Rules and protocols were completely ignored. The videotape was altered. A private pathologist considered one of the best in the country, says it was a homicide. And all of the subsequent events surrounding it make it appear to be so. Blame was placed on the two guards on the floor that night. Surprise! I bet you never saw that coming. Ghislaine Maxwell told her brother she feared she was next.
Epstein had so many dirty little fingers in so many dirty little pies, it’s like the Godfather. “Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes.” The only real question is, who did it? Who was Epstein a threat to? Who could Epstein hurt and who had the power to get it done. Who had the power to control the Inspector General’s report? Who had the power to influence the autopsy when the doctors said that they weren’t sure?
Who do we all know with a vindictive streak? Who do we all know who never forgets a slight? Who do we all know in full-blown panic mode over this issue? Who do we know who has changed his story about the events a half a dozen times? Who gains from Epstein’s silence? Occam’s razor says the most obvious answer is probably correct. And what is the most obvious answer?
“I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse.”
― Mario Puzo, The Godfather
Thank you for reading “This Carbon-Based Life.” It costs millions of dollars to lie to you and only pennies to tell you the truth.
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