Comparisons between Epstein’s apparent suicide and Kennedy-Ruby assassinations are already being made. With the man who knew too much now dead could we be left with little more than conspiracy theories? What happened to Epstein’s suicide watch? Where were the wardens? Initially, CNN reported he died of cardiac arrest. Who might have given him or administered the drug that induced that? The NYT later reported he he actually hung himself. Why was he taken off suicide watch when he tried to hang himself just days ago? My first thought, who paid off the wardens? His death came one day news organizations published a cache of documents describing how he operated the equivalent of a sexual pyramid scheme. Hopefully, these documents will focus now on the remaining alleged perps, including Ghislaine Maxwell, British heiress and daughter of former media mogul, Robert Maxwell, who allegedly procured young girls for Epstein and friends. Maxwell is nowhere to be found at the moment. I’m sure Epstein’s only known client, Lesli Wexner, knows a lot, though he didn’t notice that someone – Epstein – had essentially stolen his Manhattan townhouse, the largest and most expensive residence in NYC. Wexner, who bought Victoria’s Secret when it was a little known lingerie store chain in the 80s. He is now worth $4.6 billion (the richest man in Ohio) and owns one of the largest “yachts” in the world. A young woman accused Epstein of molesting her in Wexner’s Ohio home. Last but not least is Alan Derschowitz, famous “professor emeritus at Harvard, who’s also accused of molesting Virginia Roberts Giuffre when she was 16. “The Dersh” who helped broker Epstein’s 2007 sweetheart plea deal has strongly denied sexual contact with Giuffre. Giuffre also claimed Brit Royal Prince Andrew molested her when she was 17. All the allegations about Prince Andrew were struck from the court record in 2015 after being described as “immaterial and impertinent” by the judge, according to @telegraph (Read lots more by Katy Baker @thedailybeast ) #jeffreyepstein #suicide #ghislainemaxwell #lesliewexner #victoriassecret #GhislaineMaxwell #sextraffickingawareness #sexsells
Until I read this NYT article Jeffrey Epstein’s sole redeeming feature seemed to me the fact that he produced no offspring. The idea of his moral insanity’s proliferating through the human gene pool is horrifying.
The Times describes his dreams of seeding the human race with his DNA as part of the cult-like movement called “transhumanism”—the proposition that the human race can evolve beyond its current limitations, especially by means of science and technology.
The combination of aims makes a perverse sense. Epstein, after all, appears anything but human; he’s not a person who seems to suffer. Reports indicate that from day one he has been all about the money and how that money could fulfill his perverse fantasies. For him “transhumanism” is just another way to distort the sanctity of life to reflect his brain and penis, it would seem.
But then NYT calls Epstein a “serial illusionist.” Let’s not guild the lily; he’s a con man.
Epstein may be a monster that God didn’t even think to invent, but he’s not a one-off monster, an anomaly or freak. In sex trafficking he operated at the hub of a network/culture of monsters, such as Charlie Rose, Ghislaine Maxwell, Alan Dershowitz, and possibly former President Clinton—who chose to participate in sex orgies with girls as young as 14.
The article mentions Alan Dershowitz, the professor emeritus of law at Harvard, and part of Epstein’s 2008 legal team, as having been “appalled” at Epstein’s keen interest in eugenics, given the Nazis’ use of such…. to purify the Aryan race—then omits the fact that Dershowitz stands accused of having sex with underaged girls Epstein himself procured.
From a PR point of view the narrative seems aimed at distancing Dershowitz from Epstein while avoiding drawing attention to the accusations against him of sexual assault against underage girls.
In my experience I found surgeons to be worse than most editors when it comes to bedside manners.
I came to London in April for knee surgery with one of London’s top orthopedic surgeons. It is now eking toward the end of July and I still haven’t had surgery.
Last December I had a fall in Nairobi. An MRI revealed I had torn the meniscus in my left knee. My London GP recommended the highly lauded Professor Fares Haddad, famous for his work in football stars.
treating knee injuries and arthritis is a matter of the consultant’s opinion.
PARIS, France—Unfamiliar with Paris Nord railway station I approached a group of men for directions. Gauging from their clothing the men didn’t look either like passengers or police, but they did look like authorities of some kind, who’d likely know where to direct me. One man, a hulking brute, stepped forward to reply: Do I look like I speak English? I said I have no idea but you’re speaking English now. Are you an American? Yes, why? This is France. We speak French here. Is it necessary to politicize this, I said. I just need directions. Please. “Alors…” He ordered me to follow him to the security area. For what? For speaking rudely to me. I was worried, since the other three guys were nodding in agreement. I asked them to identify themselves. They said they were customs agents. Oh, shit, I will definitely miss my train and worse; they’ll spend hours going through my suitcase and I’ll spend hours in a police station.
I thought of the British kid in Kenya, who police arrested for drug possession. Police allegedly beat him to death after he mouthed off a little too much. Deal with customs man as you would when face to face with a silverback gorilla. Don’t look him in the eye. Look down. Don’t talk back. Be the coquette. I told Mr customs man that he was absolutely right; I was a rude American and I was very sorry. I smiled, his eyes softened, and he let me go.
I was furious that this guy abused me by abusing his power. I was depressed that I allowed him to bully me into submission. But I caught my train. Viva la France