By David Glenn Cox
If I tell you something, you must promise me not to laugh. And if anyone should ask, you didn’t hear it from me. It’s not like I have a big network late night talk show on the line to worry about or something. Only, you never can be too careful. Okay, so here goes. Cover your screen from the prying eyes of your neighbors and turn down the volume. Okay, here goes. According to Jeffery Epstein’s brother. Donald Trump never broke up with Jeffrey Epstein. Jeffrey Epstein broke up with Donald Trump. You’re surprised by that, aren’t you?
Jeff had his eye on buying this mansion and he thought to himself. I should have my friend, the New York real estate mogul, look this place over for me and give me his professional opinion before I buy. His friend Donald thought the place was such a good deal. He went behind Jeff’s back and outbid his friend Jeffrey. Jeffrey was buying the house to quasi live in. Donald was looking for a quick flip. Jeffrey tried to get Donald’s bid rejected by claiming Donald didn’t have the money.
Donald won the bid auction and flipped the house to a Russian Oligarch and Jeffrey got none. And so, Donald got none at Jeff’s house anymore. It was then Jeffrey broke it off between the two of them claiming. Remember, you promised! Claiming Donald Trump was a crook! That’s the thing about Epstein. Sometimes he comes off almost like a twisted genius and other times you can’t believe he’s so dumb. Fifteen years to figure out Donald Trump is a crook?
That’s got to be on some sort of medical scale for micro intelligence. Never picked up on that, huh? Chances are Trump was starting to feel nervous and maybe Jeff was getting a little too well known. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see the danger. But if I was invited to a party, and I walked in and saw flat chested little girls in bikinis. I’m spinning on my heels. That situation has trouble written all over it. It’s the kind of party you don’t ever want to be seen at. You could be completely innocent and just stopped in to ask for directions and have your life ruined.
It’s stunning, the stellar crew of luminaries who should have known better yet, who played with fire anyway. Do you not see the setup? It’s like when the cops call wanted criminals and tell them they’ve won a speed boat in a raffle, and they have to appear for the drawing. Call me cynical, but why? Why was Jeffrey so generous? He was a little too old for just trying to be popular. And offering low hanging forbidden fruit to high-ranking, prominent individuals?
It’s a situation with [SET UP!] written all over it. Jeffry is just our good friend who provides us with soft drugs and underaged women out of the goodness of his heart. Gosh! He’s a real great guy! Your friend Jeffrey had a control room in his house. Where people at work watched video monitors recording everything that went on there from dozens of hidden cameras.
The question begins like this. What did Jeffrey Epstein do for a living? Customers paid Jeff tens of millions of dollars for tax advice and estate planning. Jeffrey Epstein had no special education or experience in tax advice or estate planning. Jeffrey had no practical experience in much of anything. He worked at Bear Stearns just long enough to learn the lingo and talk the shop talk. Like Catch Me if You Can, a con man from another dimension.
Suddenly, Jeffrey has lots and lots of money. And he spends that time and money chasing and endless procession of young girls? Why? I mean, I know why. But sometimes, I just want to drink beer and watch football. If your love life involves notebooks, three ring binders, sticky notes and eastern European train schedules, you may have a problem. If you do that on your own, it’s a perverted obsession. If you do that for others, it’s an intelligence operation. Nobody, but nobody procures underage girls for older men for nothing. Nobody pays a hundred million dollars for tax advice. So, who did Jeffrey really work for?
Was it a high-tech Lolita Express? With Jeffrey as its pimp? The first time’s free, but if you want to come back, you need to purchase some of Jeff’s tax advice and estate planning. I’m a normal red-blooded man, but hiring scouts and people watching the bus station? I got a lead for you, boss. I found this in the men’s room wall at the bus station, It says for a good time call Mary! This guy ran a professional operation grooming young women. Day after day and week after week, and year after year. That’s not a hobby! That’s an ongoing operation!
The real question is, why did he do it? Why did he go to all that trouble? Was he farming cash, or was he farming intelligence? Or was this just blackmail? Not for everyone, just for some. Some Royal who couldn’t advance Jeff’s career any. Someone with nothing but money to offer. But Jeffery had satisfied customers who came back again and again. You know who you are, Bill.
We know how. And we know who, but we don’t know why? The true secret of the Epstein story. Who was pulling the strings and for what purpose? Did it stop with Jeff, or did he have a boss or handler somewhere? Was this low-level decadence or high-level statecraft?
I remember my father telling me that during WW2 when his head was filled with radar and Norton bomb site secrets. He had to attend “Top Secret School.” The Navy held classes to teach the sailors how to keep their damn mouths shut. How to tell when you were being pumped for information. And most of all, when you were being set up. Be on the lookout for overly friendly beautiful young women who suddenly take an interest in you! Or people offering you their generous friendship with no strings attached. If it looks too good to be true, it probably is. I guess they don’t teach that class anymore.
But logic dictates that Epstein’s version of events is probably correct. Donald Trump is a crook and Donald Trump screwed his buddy like he would have screwed his buddy’s girlfriend. Secondly, the chances that Donald Trump figured something out first before anyone else did. Are extremely unlikely and the chances of that happening are considered to be negligible.
“Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are.”
― Niccolò Machiavelli
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