Jeff Epstein, Jimmy Savile, and the Case of the Clueless and Tardy Media Frenzy

 

The Surviving Twin Trades Sun Disks with The Halloween Babe. Even then the crisp, lively reptile eyes were apparent

Survey says! We can agree here that Jeff Epstein is largely irrelevant, a sort of Sir Jimmy Savile but not as horrific and definitely more smashable, however you might choose to smash him. Savile was similarly, posthumously exposed: well after all his immaculate damage, murder, child-raping and corpse-plumbing had been done. And what Charnin, this excellent statistician-type of man argues may in fact overlook the real possibility that JE was allowed to live, and could now be on a larger, safer island, even more fully stocked with scarcely nubile females, maybe in the inner earth. The overall story, of The Suicide-morphed-into-murder-speculation by even the concerned and dodgy, havering medical examiner must therefore be looked at (at least for conceptual kicks) as an extended psy-op with motivations we can only surmise with difficulty. You don't get much more irrelevant or harmless than Dead, and also while dead, you can be extremely useful as a false scent and colored herring. You can do so while living, too, if you're as agreeable as a Rose McGowan or a Michael Baden, for instance.

It seems to me that continued reporting on Prince Andrew has the rather forward-facing, obvious aim of hanging the poor old welfare recipient out to dry. He is the foil and the dupe left holding the perkiest funbags, but at least he had a capital time with willing, reasonably under-paid but feted young ladies, so don't cry for the Prince. If he were not being methodically left out to be nibbled to death by the tiny piranhas of the establishment presstitute corps and by the dull public opinions these hacks monitor and manipulate, then i can't imagine why the Daily Mail would have access to this story about he and Maxwell meeting at Buckingham right after the feds ramped up their investigations into the Epstein combine. Of course, leaks do spring and servants cannot be trusted. But the coverage of Randy Andy's involvement in all this just seems conspicuously constant and almost drip-fed; I'd expect further digging into his personality, specific bloodlines and personal history to reveal that he is the genetically expendable and helplessly simpering, mincing nebbish that he appears to be, and there you have it. Imagine a member of the Windsor syndicate being trotted out to be interviewed over these embarrassing horrors on even a pre-recorded news television interview! Not a member worth keeping, to be sure. And imagine some major corporation-journalist in the colonies being captured on a "hot mic" babbling about Buckingham Palace killing or otherwise kiboshing the Epstein story. Imagine the bad luck, timing, or corporate ownership ties, there. Oh these infernal microphones and verbal slippages, it's all so unbecoming. 

Not Entirely Sexually Trafficked, will be back by Wednesday or Friday, Mom

I only scanned the first half or so of that blog, but read with impatient interest the list of cumulative variables in the Epstein "death case," labeled as P's. Charnin does really keen work and has compiled a lot on the statistical improbability of witness deaths surrounding the public execution of JFK.

As always, the real story that creeps around forever behind the more palatable and presentable tale of Lolita Island where the Florida ingenues and Stephen Hawkings and Bill Richardson were all decidedly not coerced by any rationally adult standards, is the timeless story of Evil and bloodshed and blood-drinking, as well as intelligence operations managed by various States, including the US, Israel, Britain and Russia, too, maybe. Your guess is as bad and big-breeched as mine, probably. We had better stay in our lanes. 

But even so, think bravely of Epstein's little island in terms of the iceberg analogy: the island has a massive underside to it, basically a mountain, that can potentially be accessed via tunnels and impressive infrastructure to include elevators and great, big incubators for keeping the scores of perfect little Epstein progeny alive just as Der Sugariest Daddy had envisioned, humming along in their scientific dictatorship of a cryo-infancy. We are not supposed to question whether or not Epstein and those higher up in his ecosystem ever stooped to kidnapping and human trafficking, or drug transshipment. I suppose they would never have thought of such scummy lowbrow enterprises because the pleasure of owning islands and virtual rendition planes and fake passports?! was quite enough for them and they were quite satisfied as it was. (It's of value to my moral, logical and philosophical interest in this irrelevant story, that JE's explanation for this incredible scofflawing of international law was that he as a Jewish man was afraid, in light of September 11, and so he needed a false identity as a Saudi) All the 15-yo's were paid, if quite poorly, reportedly, but after all they got to hang out in mansions and take "free" tropical vacations. Islands and Florida coastal real estate and private planes and fake passports and dual citizenship are no good for those other more beastly lines of human and drug trafficking work and attendant "Compromising Ops," anyway. Someone would notice. Be very brave and notice. Aleister Crowley was almost surely an asset of British Intelligence for some part of his life, at least. Sir James Savile was known by no few number of people to be a literal psychopath, while enjoying the patronage of the Crown and the British State. No truth like his "comes out" only after his death. To say that "September 11 was a love letter to Aleister Crowley," as flowery and nonplussing as such a statement is, is not far from the truth. It was either a love letter or made with great pains to appear as if it were. There's a familiar patina of Look No Further over the whole Epstein bauble.

I get this well-tickled and -fleeced feeling, too, out of all this irrelevant and sheepish Epstein piffle. Like every good, semi-literate conspiracy theorist or "Truth Seeker!" in the post-Nein-11 wasteland of our sick and morally crippled globe culture, i was kvetching about JE many years ago. Everyone with any kind of clue knew, just as we knew about Savile for several years before he croaked and left us to clean up his satanic pukepile of an anointed life and legacy. We knew only because of the internet and the honor and privilege it affords curious people of finding one another, and allowing us to discuss publicly unconscionable ideas there. Another idea which is unacceptable under the current cultural and neo-theological regime is that in this JE saga, and indeed in many other very important matters and geopolitical conundrums the world faces, there is an implicit and almost universally unaddressed question of a Hebrew nature. There is a singular, carefree Jewishness to the Epstein story, with its involvement with the deeply interesting Maxwells of England, and its peripheral and very compelling connections to Florida Mogul and mob-funded casino playboy/media magnate, Donald Trump. Indeed the question of the Trump family's connections to Israel and specifically Israeli mafia, (this is sometimes, even often, what is really signified if not exactly intended by the euphemism of "Trump and the Russians," if you didn't know) is laying quite nakedly before us, right on the golden table. We are simply not supposed to be interested in such specifics or their various implications, because when we innocently are, we are apt to be called bigots or worse. But you know how that goes. If you have a consistent and upright moral world-view, dear pal, you'll never have to worry about being a bigot, only being called one by fools or dishonest people. 

And look here, at a necessarily macro-level, whenever you're dealing with NYC mobsters and Manhattan real estate tycoons, you are then also dealing with the Mother of all current, intransigent geopolitical drama (and semi-magical deep state warfare, while we're at it): September 11, 2001. Yes i insist that in the backdrop of anything is usually the most juicy and necessary story. In this same blind spot of total non-interest in the genetic, national, or theological question of a very powerful and exclusivist, somewhat extra-territorial minority population, exists also an ignorance of most of our history as human beings, for what it's worth, and just to be topical, an ignorance of the empyrean and ultra-relevant metaphysics of Stanley Kubrick's work, as well as of Why Donald Trump has any connection to Nikola Tesla at all, or Why those several gay choir members from Obama's Chicago Church ended up shot in the back of the head leading into his initial election. The wounds in each case resulted in death. In short, I am an equal opportunity misanthrope and skeptic. I am not an anti-semite, and anyone who suggests such a thing can only be laughed at and regarded as needing some sympathy and a bit of kindness. They have perhaps never heard of Larry Silverstein or Sabbateanism, or certain antisocial pronouncements of the Talmud, or the extensive history of false flag operations and how many nation states have repeatedly benefited from them. Some of the darker aspects of Egyptian and pre-Babylonian magical systems and what they imparted to Kabbala probably hold no interest for such stubborn name-callers, too. It's possible also that they have never had explained to them the complete intellectual and spiritual non-starter of any form/concept of racism or bigotry against any other ethnicity, creed, or color. Anyway but importantly, i resent and reject ever being told that i cannot ask any given question in any given way. Any question at all, provided i am moral and conscientious of the well-being of others.

In further but i promise pithier short, one has to have achieved high levels of being either a bastard or a fool to be racist or truly bigoted, and thankfully that's just not me. What we are dealing with on space-earth at any time-space, in my humble blog-writing opinion, is the primary question of Evil, and not the infinite, time-wasting, mundane human triviality of sub-labels and categories, of narrow and arrogant blame-leveling and rushes to judgment. Every tribe has a sacrosanct and largely unquestioned, temple-keeping priesthood and i feel the blame lies mostly with It, throughout time, and with their rare counterparts among the lay public who have sick minds and who lust for power. What we sort of stumblingly call "devil worship" actually does exist and has always been here. Then there are the archons and the forces incomprehensible to most of us... and therein lies the eternal rub and desolation of (part of) our (mostly clueless) condition. These are my opinions and i have hereby written them down in permanent digital form, because i have both the time and a vestigial civic spirit.

 "The indictment says that both guards effectively confessed their failure right after the 66-year-old Epstein was found unresponsive with a noose around his neck in his cell at 6:33 a.m. on Aug. 10."

The names are always worth looking at in any story having such broad and animal appeal. (Fundamentally the JE saga is about Power, Sex, and Death-skull Grinning Age Gap Factors, or the grotesque poisoning of youthful innocence by wealthy old men of privilege; One More Reminder: it is Not about Human trafficking, vast Honey Trap intel-gathering Operations, or murder, or the very interesting dispute or even feud between Epstein and Trump, which for vulgar reasons wouldn't play well as an "angle" in "mainstream media" with its demonstrated bias against DT) I say the names are important because it is my personal belief that "magic" is at play in most all of modern politics. Naming and "spelling" are power, and they are magic. I wish that i didn't feel i had to explain this anymore, but in fact i suspect that the truth of this axiom is rooted in abstruse metaphysics that are quite beyond me, anyway. Names, numbers and signs/symbols. It's half-interesting that one of the two guards who "slept and allowed JE to remain unmonitored as he died" is named Tova Noel. This, even for African Americans and their noted whimsicality in naming, is a somewhat unusual name. It's like a portmanteau of the first two Abrahamic faiths. Tova being primarily Hebrew, meaning "good" or "pleasing, beautiful." "Noel" is from French and of course means nativity or birthday, it comes from a word meaning "birth." So Jeffrey Epstein allegedly died under the watch of a guard whose name means "Good or auspicious Birth." The other guard has a last name of Thomas, which is amusing in a case that is defined by the high level of doubting it's caused. A Rasmussen poll shows that 42 per cent of Americans believe that JE was murdered. These are numbers reminiscent of the good public sense and dubiety following the deeply well-organized public execution of JFK. 

The very idea that JE was previously found all messed up with bruises on his neck in his cell in July is weird. Normally a hit on a man in prison does not get botched quite like that. The psychotic, steroided, corrupt drug-dealing and convicted murderer cop placed in his area right at that time surely could have handled JE if that was his assignment. And iirc, JE's team maintained that it was not a suicide attempt... but i have to say when one is gamely trying Not to see ritual in each and every major public event, it's unhelpful to have little wrinkles like this one, of the botched death. Like a headlined premonition, a mission statement, or something perhaps symbolic. Or just a message.

I have this annoying literary tic where, when i've managed to corral the perfect storm of private energy sums and urgent sentiment required to write at all to begin with, i end up going "I could go on and on..." and then i wrap it up. The very serious problem is that i actually can go on and on, and more generally that in making cases as ribald, hyper-critical and pessimistic as my chosen cases tend to be, one literally Has to go on and on. Because the case must always be cumulative; explained less fully or in piecemeal it makes so little sense. Context, dreadfully, is everything. Much of the JE case only makes approximate sense when considered in the mutant post-modern context of the Gloves Are Now Mostly Off period of this Donald Trump and mass shooting hoax era. The era of undisguised satanic pop culture and the lime-lit Bruce Jenner Deconstruction Apotheosis. The public is being treated at almost ever exponentially higher levels to an ersatz description of reality, to a synthetic narrative. Fake bloody news, etc. So we have a gangster/TV-host president with impenetrable family history and global mafia ties, who is widely, constantly hated for just being a pussy-grabber who plays coyly to white nationalism. Those two last qualities are bad enough, I agree, but I'm saying there is an oceanic depth of mystery, wrong and badness worth knowing something about, beneath and enveloping all of that. Sadly i have been paying attention, and the Obama imperium really honed my ability to watch the hands of the dealer, but more importantly, taught me to research the dealer's family and upbringing, and who originally funded the casino. Really it's not very hard at all, with the power of this internet. The only surprising thing about this JE serial drama is that a giant door knob was not installed in his cell to make it all go down smoother for the cranky, colicky public.

My Point is that These Men are Priests of Popular Culture. Taste-makers and Infiltrators of households. Excuse the stuffy use of the word "homosexual" here: probably this graphic was made by an older British person