Several journalists and podcasters have mentioned it this week, so I know I’m not the only one who’s noticed. But what’s going on with the Epstein files?

They were all anyone was talking about . . . the new documents, the redacted documents, the missing documents, the Department of Justice dragging its feet, Pam Bondi lying her ass off. Until, suddenly and inexplicably, Donald Trump went and invaded Venezuela, creating the ultimate red herring.

And now it’s all about the kidnapping, the drugs, the oil, the drugs again, and Cuba, Colombia, Mexico, Greenland, Iran . . . the United States of Trump.

Suddenly that little matter of pedophilia and perjury got pushed onto the back burner, and the angry man in the Oval Office caught a break. Now he was able to direct his fury at the looming midterm elections, throwing things and threatening to fire his entire staff of toadies and sycophants if they didn’t find a way to fix the results.

He seems to believe that if he creates enough mayhem, then the one thing of which he is most terrified — the truth about what is in those files — will finally be revealed.

Whatever that truth is — and I don’t pretend to have the slightest inkling — it must be so shocking, and so potentially damaging, that it has to be buried at all costs.

But we cannot allow that to happen.

It’s not a question of prurient curiosity, or a desire to “get the goods” on anyone . . . although there are plenty of people for whom those are the driving factors. No . . . it’s a question of truth, justice, and — dare I say it? — the American way.

We can’t drop the ball on this, when we’re so close to learning the truth.

Thank you for your attention to this matter.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
1/8/26