Late-comer podcasters have been raising accusations implying the Jeffrey Epstein case has not been adequately exposed in the media circuit. That’s probably true of the Mainstream Media but an absurd falsehood in regard to independent investigative reporters, myself included in that wolf pack. The entirety of Epstein’s crimes, outrages and bizarre escapades were indeed exposed, examined and ridiculed in this reporter’s (and others’) series on “Eppie” and his biz partner Les (Leslie) Wexner, the Cleveland-based owner of the Victoria’s Secret lingerie firm and Bath & Body Works (both gone bust in the wake of the Epstein revelations). Epstein’s contribution to that doomed media-and-fashion craze was to introduce trannies and sex-changed “females” to that corps of thinly clad zombies – a fact avoided by the mainstream media, which focused on Eppie’s hearty appetite for teenage girls, most of those greedy “victims” being in Florida, a center for wide-open underage prostitution (the media’s sole focus on Epstein’s multiple crimes related to his personal sex life and not on his perverse business ventures.)

Do your homework, news boys, because Eppie’s career, craziness and criminal mindset were examined by this investigative reporter close-up and posted at Rense.com. Much of that reporting originated during my long stint in Southeast Asia, which included busting the “MIT Media Lab associates of Epstein” for pedophilia (on Cambodian orphans as young as 7 years of age). My “down under” pals from New Zealand and Australia began the manhunt for “perves” but were turned away from the suspect orphanage by local tactical police armed with submachine-guns.

That frustrated effort was followed by my intervention through round-about tactics in cooperation with the American investigative reporter Wayne Madsen. In the process of cracking the well-defended pedophile fortress, Wayne and I were harassed by bribed cops, detained by ped-sympathetic staffers at the U.S. Embassy, and sneered at by the NGO creeps aka western liberal queers, some of them pedophiles, including one notable Jew celeb from NYC and Poland.

The sound and fury arising from our round-about gang-busting strategy that prompted us to be detained at the American Embassy. That sort of interference got the personal attention of the Queen of Cambodia who ordered the national police to switch sides to the cause of children’s welfare. As a consequence of royal intervention, one of the pedophile creeps from MIT was expelled from the country. With a new team of fag hunters from Singapore, Wayne and I were invited to a huge celebration held at the once-besieged orphanage where we were regaled by hundreds of cheering orphans and staffers. That first blow against the pedophiles in Southeast Asia served as a wake-up call to western embassies across the Southeast Asia region (while much of our thanks went to concerned U.S. Navy officers who took on the task of aiding the cleaned-out orphanage). There were something like 300 kids sheltered there.

That first blow against the international Dem pedophile network preceded the nasty Brit-Dem queer-manufactured “scandals” against Donald Trump’s first presidential campaign. The arch-foe involved in protecting the peds was the British spy agency MI-6, a tool of the corrupt and perverse Rothschilds, who manufactured the Moscow bed-peeing fake propaganda aimed at discrediting Trump’s chances of winning the White House. No, those efforts against state-sponsored innuendos and crimes against humanity did not gain front-page headlines at the NY Times, which was and remains a disinfo operation. The investigative facts and outcomes were posted online, including at Rense.com.

So my message to latecomer Joe Rogan is: Instead of a latter-day rehash of the Epstein Affair, wake up to the fact that investigative reporters (working far outside your bubble) brought about Eppie’s downfall. You missed the boat by failing to do your homework and footwork before blabbing like a scared turncoat against the MAGA movement. Go crawl back to the Democrats! Or be a man and admit your error of judgment!

Sex Dolls for Sick Guys

As a general rule, I despise “holier than thou” A-holes. Sin is an inevitable part of life, especially when growing up in a corrupted world. But then again, some of the more profane sleaze-bags deserve a righteous lambasting, especially a down in the dredges creep like Jeffrey Epstein, whose list of crimes go well beyond bonking teenage hoes. Another - even more unusual sexual perversion of Eppie’s - was uncovered by our reporting teammates across Asia, that being Epstein’s attempt to hustle unwitting sex-fiends to fund technology development of life-like responsive lifelike “sex dolls” in Hong Kong with the fake organs of a 10-year-old girl.

Those little beauties were equipped with a chip-controlled squeeze-able mouth, vagina and anus - two out of three orifices that your wife or girlfriend refuses to offer up out of their sense of personal decency and personal health. Those wondrous pleasure-enhancing urge-fulfilling miniature plug-ins were, of course, quite expensive to design, develop and produce (not to mention test), along with the added cost for device coordination with the doll’s voice (sighing, moaning and groaning) and eye-winking in sync with the movements of soft-rubber thighs, breasts, stomach, neck and, of course, eager acceptance of natural fluids from the sperm donor. Due to the extensive costs of development, those million-dollar babes of Epstein’s wet-dreams were never completed to perfection, due to his inability to attract super-wealthy financial patrons with a sense of humor and perverse whims.

Tough-guy hard-hearted investors are the type to calculate a sex doll costs versus the customer’s ability to pay for a night’s service, which cost more than a cheapskate date with a real woman or the haggling price demanded by low-end prostitutes who speak a foreign language of a Third World hellhole. No rich guy is going to waste his hard-earned lucre on a plastic f-doll when he can get the real thing for cheaper, although not necessarily better. That’s truly a disturbing thought - that lower-end affordable sex dolls made of flesh and blood are already walking the streets of our major cities. Jeffrey miscalculated again, as always, the stinginess of the human heart which loves money more than flesh, the poor sap. Miscalculation of human stinginess resulted in his being spurned by Donald Trump (whose good-value DOGE operation is a classic exercise in corporate cost-control and rooting out sleazy crooks). Sadly for Eppie, Don turned out to be a real man who is selective about the beautiful real women he courted.

So that rejection of Epstein’s great business venture raises the question: Why are the Democrats so intent on re-raising the Epstein story? How many of those wankers feel cheated because they lost money on sex dolls or missed their opportunity for sex at their level of pay and play? There’s clearly an ulterior motive behind this belated and absurd inquisition against Trump, who was not a business partner of Epstein.

Epstein’s latter-day holiday parties at his Caribbean island - with provision of real-life girls (avaricious Floridian teenagers) - failed to attract investors to the sex-doll venture. Most of his unwitting guests did not reach for the bait, much less sign million-dollar checks for that investment. His greatest business failing was his personal lechery - what billionaire in his right mind would enter a business partnership with any immature wanker lacking a work ethic and soiling his merchandise? Sure, a lot of businessmen entertained his ego (and their own sense of humor) by listening to Epstein’s absurd sales pitch - but most of his guests apparently did not get involved with any of his crazy schemes (due to those scams being ridiculous as well as socially reprehensible to 99 percent of the public market, which was sure to reject such weird and expensive substitutes for masturbation or a quickie with a street-walker). That was obvious from before the very start of his fundraising.

So how did the Wexner-Epstein team get their start-up funding for their sex-trade scams? Their home-base of Cleveland is also a major hub for the Jewish Mafia, which also taps into the Hotel and Restaurant workers’ union dues fund and NFL football gambling (that notorious owner/game fixer of the SF 49ers of the Joe Montana era - Eddie DeBartolo - was from Cleveland.) The mainstream media refuses to expose that sordid relationship between the Jew Mob and Epstein - and therefore tries to assign the blame for Epstein’s fall from grace onto Donald Trump, who happens not to be Jewish by faith tradition (as was his father although not his Scottish Protestant mother, the better-half influence during his upbringing).

The upshot was that Epstein’s failed promises to gain a fortune from the sex-associated trade led to Wexner’s bankruptcy, verified in the collapse of the Vic Secret’s showgirls aka models and a deep-discount sale of Bed and Bath leftovers. Should we feel sorry for a businessman who got burned by Epstein? Well, he took the risks associated with trusting a patent liar, scammer and spendthrift sex fiend. Hell no, let the secret die with its owner!

Praise for Melania

The infamous photo of Donald Trump and his wife Melania at Jeffrey’s Caribbean island says more than the proverbial thousand words. Mel’s expression is one of utter disgust at just being there, proving she’s a lady - a class act - and not anything like one of Eppie’s trashy hoes. During the earlier phase of her life, she was a fashion model who understood that moral compromise was the fast-track to disposal into late-night disco crowd and escort services. (As an erstwhile writer and editor of a fashion magazine in Hong Kong and Shanghai, I was initially surprised by the high moral wall of the upper tier of catwalk models - purer than the driven snow.) The “Melania Look” is classic professionalism as in “look but do not touch” - with her ice-cold stare (The Stare as in “Zoolander”) that put Epstein in his place as an unwanted pest – a filthy cockroach. Melania is the ideal Lady Liberty in these times of moral decay and a far cry from the recent slew of female losers like Hilary and Michelle. A little known fact is that in childhood she was secretly baptized in the Catholic Church at a time when her Soviet-controlled nation was under strict communist ideological surveillance.

Donald didn’t dare violate the Melania Stare. Can you blame him? Therefore, I cannot fathom why Joe Rogan and other newby MAGA podcasters are trying to resuscitate the Epstein episode scandal now to denigrate Trump. If you believe in Jeffrey’s tales, then you’re ready to go to bed in a pee-soaked Moscow hotel room. Tell us, Joe, do you actually believe Don actually urinated to soil a mattress? That is so bizarre as to suggest an undercover operation by the wankers of MI-6. If you actually believe that sort of crude disinfo, quit podcasting immediately and spend your final hours on a shrink’s couch for some much overdue psychotherapy.

OK, so who indeed generated the absurdly sick fake-news about Don the Perve? Answer: MI-6, the London-based Brit non-intelligence agency. Was it James Bond or is Q to blame - or one of the Rothschilds? Now, what has the Brit babe Ghislaine (pronounced Gull-Lane) Maxwell have to do with British intelligence ops? That “partnership” with Epstein in which she was The Minder was based on her father’s spy operation. Robert Maxwell was the New York and London based owner of Pergamon Press, a publisher of scientific journals. Her Dad (his portrait disclosed where Ghislaine got her Eastern European looks) was entrenched as an MI-6 executive spy, who inspired one of the key characters in the John LeCarre spy novels (the George Smiley series) – in which the Hungarian Cold Warrior Esterhazy (the feudal-era royal family) – was based on the early life of Robert Maxwell in Eastern Europe.

Eppie was his and her (father and daughter’s) go-fer, sussing out potential Yank recruits for the MI-6 and doing the preliminaries for Brit operations against their “cousins” in the USA. Of course, Donald Trump was on-target being the nephew of John Trump, the science chronicler with intel connections who also had total control over the Tesla papers. The nephew-uncle escapades in militarist South Korea were chronicled in one of my longer essays of long ago - way-back machine era - bedtime reading for the less-informed likes such as that talkative odd fellow Rogan.

Thus Epstein’s female minder and tutor for his stable of teenage sluts, Ghislaine Maxwell, is supposedly whisked out of a Florida prison (or more likely a high-seas cruiser) after a new facelift, manicured fingernails and boyishly youthful hairstyling to give “testimony” to a congressional committee. She - the supposed GF of Jeffrey - looks suspiciously like a dyke. The Soviet-style “show trial” staged by congressional Democrats was crude theater unworthy of either CIA Broadway or MI-6 West End - thumbs down! The Democrats have once again wet their pants with palpable envy that little man Epstein did not die in prison but went on to pedophile heaven with the defunct Victoria’s Secrets crew of trannies. Now he’s peeing on the Democrat parade!

Size Matters

OK, here I should clarify aka confess that my “bias” or preference for larger females is due to my personal body part, which naturally prevents fitting into tight spots with young girls aka the Epstein Syndrome of undersized fellows who’ve suffered the lifelong Dem Disease aka the lack of balls and other manly equipment. Think of that weenie Bill Clinton. Yes, Eppie did young girls because he was a fellow with little in the way of manhood. Late in life, Epstein’s “plastic fantastic” moment arrived when he stumbled on research done in Hong Kong to produce artificial three-way dolls for lonesome undersized males aka in British colonial parlance: “wankers”. Precisely, Epstein was a wanker.

Indeed, the rollout of that much anticipated Hong Kong sex-toy project was long delayed due to Epstein’s failure to deliver the promised payment in exchange for overseas sales rights for three-orifice little plastic playthings dressed in see-through lingerie. Sorry, fellows, by now you’re too late. The first doll bordello was recently raided and shut down by the Hong Kong morality police in defense of “proper” underground dance halls featuring barely 18 women/girls from the Third World, places like South America, Vietnam and Africa - all providing a wide range of amusement for foreign gentlemen doing business with China during their daylight hours. That said, when can we expect select congressmen to do a “diplomatic tour” on a stopover in Hong Kong to inspect and bid for the locked-away Playmate dolls. Or maybe they much prefer the real-live boys in the island’s prisons.

Ever watch the movie “The World of Suzy Wong”? She lived in a tenement in Wanchai, where trashy foreign girls are still dancing in the basement bars. Nowadays for a quickie you can rent a room on certain sound-proof floors of major international hotels. That said and done, may I be allowed to receive the contract to rebuild Biden’s broken Baltimore bridge? I promise to do an honest job at ripping off Maryland taxpayers.

Back to Good Society

Do a favor and forget everything you’ve just read. Like Sherlock Holmes, I have a reputation to protect, which means obscuring the midnight madness of adult life. Actually, my preference - or should I say urgent need was for hardworking females who could carry or backpack their share of the load across the Himalayas or Altai mountains on my far-out expeditions to hunt down terrorists, rebels, smugglers and fake Buddhist pilgrims (aka dope couriers) to satisfy the insatiable appetites of my editors with magazines in Hong Kong, Tokyo and Europe. American journalism - being homeboys - have zero interest for such high-altitude adventure literature (their editors being low brows).

A sturdy tireless and hardworking woman is worth her price in gold along the smuggling trails even if the thin air of those remote peaks causes snoring on oxygen-exhausted nights. For some reason females - possibly the difficulty of heaving their large breasts - are doomed to resist the deep-breathing exercises necessary for a quiet night of oxygen deprivation, which can otherwise trigger crazed dreams of beastly yak-headed ghouls. The other good habit in the highlands is to bow in appreciation to the matriarch of a mountain lodge or risk having a meal without a serving of roasted goat meat. Good manners and heartfelt gratitude make the difference between an abundant life and early death - another lesson that sensation-seeking American congressmen and media moguls fail to comprehend in the Epstein morality tale.

To close this re-examination of the Epstein episode - hopefully forever - let us raise a glass of Slovenian Lasko beer to the First Lady, the protector of presidential respect and a shining model of proper behavior for the uncouth ways that this nation of ours has descended to. Meanwhile, Joe Rogan should do his homework instead of blabbing like a scared Boy Scout being humped inside a pup tent by vengeful Democrats. Do some research on the extensive research already done by investigative reporters on Epstein and Wexler, MIT and Cleveland Mob and the rest. A lot of those findings have been buried by the censors. If anything, state-sponsored secretive censorship is the difference between exemplary journalism and blab-athons by radio jockeys. And do a fav and carry out your cheap threat to vote for the Democrats next time, Joe. Yeah, Hunter Biden for President! Just your type of role model, little boy.