Good Evening, Fellow Mountain From Molehillers...
Let me stack you some unbelievable fucking odds.
For those of you who may be new to my dramatic ass antics, let me get this shit right out of the way.
So, evidently Epsteins house of literal fucking horrors has been purchased and is set for demolition.
Now, this is the point where Brian is already like “oh, this crazy bitch is inhaling for the long tangent”, and he’s so fucking right.
Let’s just break this shit into some less disgusting ass pieces for a moment. So, the baby raper has “offed” himself, with zero doubt at all, and there’s no waterboarding or firing squad available on that side of shit.
His homegirl has been compelled to talk, but her attorneys cost more per hour than my mortgage per calendar year, so that’s slower than January molasses. Now, as we have seemingly run out of viable, get to the bottom of this filth, options…
Well, let’s just ensure all physical evidence is destroyed and then hauled to every corner of the damned state. All of this sounds completely legit, not a single shred of shady shit taking place here.
*cue the fucking sound of the record scratching*
Applying the sense that Bouncing Baby Jesus gave to me as an infant, I am willing to go out on a limb and say that I am feeling like there is more conspiracy and cover up surrounding this shit show than in any movie Tom Cruise has ever starred in. You remember his whole fucking career, right? Dude, those surprise turns would drop the bottom out from under you, in a figurative manner.
This feels strikingly similar. This feels like there is going to be an active and outright destruction of any damning records and statements, and all will be cotton candied and glitter sprayed down in kiddie diddlerville again.
This feels just like someone has fucking bought their own version of justice, and it smells like that week old unraked stall as well.
I hate elitism, even on a much simpler scale. I hate the abuse of children. So, if you guessed that I am feeling like my blood pressure could draw oil out of the damned ground right now, you would be so right about that.
I am so bothered by the double justice system we adhere to. Wealthy and their wrist massages, the rest of us and our straight no-lube, shot to the ass.
Ok, let’s just pretend for a moment, maybe 2 at most, that I had cruised by the middle school and picked up 4 pre-teens. We all get back to the house, I give them cheerleader beer, they giggle, then I assault them. Stop it. You don’t know what type of perv I might be pretending to be. I could be that activ- you’re right. Make that 2 pre-teens. And double my coffee, then times two.
I wouldn’t be given the mercy of redacted documents, the ability to hide behind suits and the 5th like a real asshole, or the comfort of an early exit to the Styx gondola.
I would be given a prison uniform, feminine pads, and new white kicks for the yard. For those thousands of miles on the yard.
Hell, I wouldn’t even get the contraband zig zag. Florida's prisons have that clean air, gimme your gain time thing. I would be in that shit hole for probably my natural life.
Eek. For some boys, though? They don’t even have chest hair. Or, ya know, jobs.
The point is, someone needs to be done exactly like I just described for these damned little girls that were treated like sexual livestock.
We all know who was there.
We all know what went on.
Stop allowing this dog and pony to polka and shit.
Let’s really do something with these child rapists, like, I mean fuck maybe let them die in a cell.
It’s the only cure for pedophilia. Well, except that other one.
Epstein didn't off himself (as he damned well should have done). That was straight up Arkancide because there's literal reams of Records, including FAA Flight Logs which are REQUIRED to include passenger lists, that show him, Trump and Slick Willie Clinton being BFFs.
Further, it doesn't even cost a carton of smokes (call it $50) to have someone like him put down.
I'm gonna offer up a bonafide (not even smiling) bet here:
I've got a Franklin right here that says we find out (after everyone involved is either long dead or beyond prosecution) that carton of smoke was delivered by a CIA spook and the guards helped.