Here’s a little Thursday frivolity, just for the heck of it. Sing along with me, if you like:

Oh, where, oh where have the Epstein files gone?
Oh, where, oh where can they be?
They’re not in Iran,
Nor in Greenland, for sure.
Oh, where, oh where can they be?

Are they buried somewhere way down in Fort Knox?
Or at the home of JD?
In an FBI vault?
The “Department of War”?
Oh, where, oh where can they be?

Like everyone else, I haven’t a clue
As to where those damned files might be.
But I do know for sure
That each time they’re revived,
A distraction there shortly will be.

An incursion here, a threatened war there,
Or a dust-up with Russia we’ll see;
Anything to distract
In the hopes we’ll forget
To ask “where, oh where can they be?”

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
6/18/26