The Epstein turnaround and walk back is strange, very strange. Bizarro world. We’ve been living in bizarro world all our lives but it’s still disconcerting when the curtain on it gets yanked aside. Suddenly none of it is real and it never existed. I suppose that Maxwell chick with the unspellable first name never had a real trial then. One of their not victims who was also the most vocal supposedly suicided herself in my home city of Perth not so long ago. Timing is everything.
Now Trump is bombarding the airwaves with claims that the list never existed and that any MAGA who think otherwise are fake MAGA. It’s like the Night of the Long Knives except all of the stabbing is metaphorical, with MAGA in the role of the SA, except without all of the homo stuff, hopefully.
Strange, very strange. But Trump has a long history of playing the mega distract with his public words while doing very different things behind the scenes. And he uses his public words not only to distract but to disarm. If I were Epstein right now and I wasn’t actually burning in hell then I’d be feeling pretty good about myself. Ditto for all of his handlers. Double double ditto for all of those sleazy scumbags who routinely got on his plane for a trip to an island. “Da plane, boss! Da plane!”
Why go in so hard to convince the world that something didn’t happen? Why not just let it quietly slide away, or even come up with a fake trial for a few fake villains and convince the public that justice had been done? How it’s playing out now, at least in the public sense, there is only downside for Trump. His real supporters aren’t swallowing this rubbish. But maybe they’re not supposed to swallow it. Maybe other people are the intended target.
I don’t know, and I don’t pretend to know. But I do know the smell of bullshit, so don’t try to tell me it’s lavender and lilies.
Originally published at Pushing Rubber Downhill. You can purchase Adam’s books here.
