Playing the Indian Card

Showing posts with label pedophiles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pedophiles. Show all posts

Friday, January 12, 2024

Epstein Didn't Kill Himself. James Bond Did.

 


In 2008, state prosecutor Alexander Acosta cut an illegally generous plea deal with Jeffrey Epstein, later overturned, granting Epstein immunity from federal prosecution. Rather like Ray Epps. Asked why later, Acosta explained he was told by the relevant authorities, presumably meaning the CIA or FBI, that Epstein was an “intelligence asset.”

And that explains everything. It’s not complicated.

Of course Epstein was an intelligence asset. He was running a honey trap operation. He would tempt important individuals into having sex with minors. The girls had to be underage, to make the act sufficiently scandalous. This would open the marks—possibly willing marks, like those who undergo an initiation to join a secret society, a Hellfire Club-- to blackmail, and they were then under the agency’s control. 

The agency might also further their political or business career as well—now that they were initiated, and could be relied upon to toe the official line.

The unspecified agency is not out to prevent espionage by some foreign power. Of course not; to assume so is naïve. What’s in that for them? The agency is out to control the government of their own country or countries, apparently the US; although the UK also seems to be getting a lot of attention.

Only some conspiracy among the powerful, after all can explain how Epstein managed to “hang himself” with violence in his cell. With all the security cameras turned off, and the guards “asleep.” Caught and caged, he was no longer an asset: now he was a security risk. He might talk.

This explains why there is such resistance to Trump within the deep state; and specifically, one must notice, within the intelligence services. He was presumably never honey-trapped, for all his faults, and so he is, for them, a loose cannon.

This explains the strangeness of the last Democratic presidential race, how Bernie Sanders abruptly folded his tent and fell in line behind Biden—as, at almost the same time, did Buttigieg and Bloomberg. The word had come down; and the puppet masters had something on them.

Of course, it also makes sense to subvert the press.

How else explain the mysterious and sudden transformation of Matt Drudge from right-wing Trump supporter to just another mouthpiece for the left--killing most of his business. They must have something on him.

This explains the transformation, too, of Anne Coulter. She seemed to fall silent, and when she writes now, it is in defense of Ray Epps.

This might even explain why big companies like Google or Facebook have gone along so readily with government calls for censorship, even though it damaged their business. We know Bill Gates was involved with Epstein. Chief executives may have been compromised. This explains especially the case of Jack Dorsey, who actually seemed to welcome Musk’s acquisition of the platform. He seemed to endorse Musk’s goals, but was incapable himself of achieving them. Presumably because the invisible hands had something on him.

This perhaps even explains why democratic governments elsewhere—the UK, Canada, the EU—are doggedly pursuing unpopular policies. They are clearly answering to some master other than the people. A master who holds more power over them than the mere threat of losing office.

I wonder if Ted McCarrick’s operation within the Catholic Church, alternately bribing senior figures with large amounts of cash and holding sex parties, was only run on the same principles, or if it was an arm of the intelligence conspiracy. Might they want to control the Church, with its influence, for the same reason they would want to control the press? Where did McCarrick raise all the money that he was famous for being able to spread about? One suspects it was US taxpayers’ money, expropriated for some intelligence agency without oversight.

For that matter, where did Epstein’s money come from? He rose from nowhere.

Once you see it, it’s not subtle; it’s barely even hidden. The honey-trap is the time-honoured technique for turning foreign spies. It is an intelligence agency’s standard MO. 

Everybody knows J. Edgar Hoover kept files on important figures for possible blackmail. Why not his successors?

I suspect Stanley Kubrick was aware of it all, and was warning us with Eyes Wide Shut. He held off for many years, his wife tells us, on making this film, not feeling he was ready for it. Perhaps he waited until knew he was likely to die soon. So he had less to lose.

Or perhaps they got to him.

Keep your eyes open. Wide.


Friday, December 02, 2022

Uncle Tom

 


Don't ask, don't tell

My mentally-retarded uncle was a bisexual pedophile. 

He is dead now; surely there is no harm in talking about it. 

To my knowledge, he molested one niece, three nephews, and a little girl next door. They say that pedophiles cannot reform; if true, I assume there were more. The family knew about it, but nothing was ever done about it.

His being a pedophile was predictable. He was always kept at home, never put in contact with other mentally-retarded people. He had no social life. He must have had sexual urges, as we all do. Where was he going to express them?

He harassed my mother, but that was not going to get him anywhere.

That sheer necessity explains his instincts jumping the fence against molesting children. Most of us would not be so tempted.

Yet, little girls being available, it does not explain jumping the second fence into homosexuality. 

By the reports I heard, he also seemed in his molestations to show some knowledge of gay sexual technique.

Being mentally retarded, and mostly sequestered, before the Internet, where did this come from?

If, as I posit in a previous posting, homosexual urges come from earliest sexual experiences, he must have been sexualized to this himself in early adolescence. And, given that he was kept away from any wider society, it seems to have come from someone inside the home—although some neighbourhood predator cannot be entirely ruled out.

He did not molest all his nephews, although all were more or less equally within his reach. He seemed to have a taste for blondes. All but one of those he did molest were quite fair of hair; so was the neighbour girl. The one dark-haired nephew he troubled with seems not to have been a favourite--he was left out of the will which Uncle Tom eventually somehow got drawn up. Others seemed to be rewarded in proportion to their perceived attractiveness. Not their cooperation, not their being “nice” to him. One of the biggest behests was to his sister-in-law, my mother, who always rejected his advances and avoided him whenever possible.

So it seems he would dally with a brunette in a pinch, but did not think much of them. Perhaps with my swarthy brother, it was just a one-night stand.

From this, we actually may have a portrait of the predator who sexualized the poor old guy. A male with blonde hair. With ready access.

Awkwardly enough, I have another uncle. Call him Teddy. For a time, he was an alcoholic, although he later, admirably, straightened himself out. He was at least three years older than Tom. He had blonde hair. He never married.

The fact that he didn’t marry is not, of course, proof that he was gay. He had girlfriends. If short of stature, with delicate features, he was a handsome man. He must have had many opportunities. I myself saw women flirt with him. At least a couple of times, he had a fiancée. But something always happened just before the wedding. 

Why did he never marry? Some men don’t; but it is a natural urge.

Teddy became an alcoholic by late adolescence. Again, why did he resort to escapism so early? What was troubling him?

It is suggestive. If he had gay urges, being gay was not okay in the 1940s; and with a strictly Catholic mother.  There were no obvious outlets. One had to keep it closeted. If some part of him were gay, no surprise if we never heard about it.

But what if you had a mentally retarded little brother around the house? He wouldn’t know enough to resist. He wouldn’t be easily able to complain to anyone; he wouldn’t dare tell his mother, even if he could understand. Boys experiment even at the best of times.

Getting drunk first might make it all easier.

I wonder. I speculate. They are both dead. Much damage has probably been done. And the truth died with them.


Monday, February 10, 2014