St. James the Pious

Seven years ago, in another forum, we exposed the truth of the Mueller investigation in a feature titled Beware when Axolotls frolic. It was there that we reported the truth about former FBI Director James Comey, or as we like to refer to him, St. James the Pious. In October 2019, again in another forum, we provided our concluding word on the Mueller report and the man himself in the feature Agent Mueller's last ride. An excerpt of the latter feature follows below:

In Beware when Axolotls frolic, I reported the abrupt and bloody end of St. James, and it was indeed true. I have long known that the James Comey seen on book tours and on film, twitter or any other medium, is in fact a hulking Golem with James Comey skin stretched across it's mocking imitation of life.  Whatever Mueller's personal disappointment in his once star pupil, it was predetermined that Comey should be destined for Sainthood. Anything less would reflect ill upon that most sacred of institutions, the Bureau, and by extension all of it's servants past, present and future. In some lab, buried deep within the rock of West Virginia, the U.S. government has gone all Frank Herbert with the remnants of the original. Like the legendary soldier, Duncan Idaho in faithful service of House Atreides, St. James the Pious has been genetically replicated in ghola form that he may too continue in faithful service of the house of Fidelity, Bravery and Integrity. Don't be surprised if one of these abominations does not appear on CNN or MSNBC.

Every lie, every leak, every unscrupulous act is no accident and all with malice aforethought. Saint James learned everything he knew at the knee of Agent Mueller. He carried on in his footsteps capably until he made one fatal error. Jimmy let it become all about him. He forgot the cardinal rule: if you want the Bureau to look out for you, you have to look out for the Bureau. Mueller was right to shoot him in the head. Had I been in his shoes I'd have done the same. Agent Mueller needed to tie up loose ends. He needed Comey's silence, but could not afford for him to disappear entirely. Fronting the report that bears his name was just a further gathering of loose ends. Andy and his crew did the best they could with what they had to work with and Mueller presided over it all as a desperate rearguard action for his beloved Bureau. He bought them time, but was it enough?

In the unlikely event that any indictments are handed down the ghola Comey will be paraded before the cameras and sacrificed on that great altar of convenience. And none will be the wiser. The Deep State is real, my friends. It's not a swamp, rather it is a barren heath, overgrown with weeds. Like one giant thistle, many agencies comprise it's parts, but the FBI is the taproot of it all. Even if none of these bad actors see a day in prison, the American people deserve to be told the truth. Prison is too good for these people. That would be the result of the legal process, which as we all know has fuck all to do with justice. Justice would entail these people meeting an end like Mussolini.

It would appear that we have arrived at that unlikely event. St. James was indicted in Federal court in the Eastern District of Virginia, but instead of a warrant only a summons to appear was issued. The eagerly anticipated perp walk was not to be. Answering this summons on 8 October, Comey is reported to have entered his plea of not guilty to the court in Alexandria, VA. The ghola Comey was stealthily admitted and released through a back door, out of view of prying eyes, lights and television cameras.  It is being reported that this was done out of "security concerns". That's the official story.

The fact that this is but a mere facsimile of the original is known to only a precious few in Washington. Those precious few desire that this should remain a secret. They have enough troubles on their hands at the moment. It wouldn't do to add yet another line of questioning. There is next to nothing known about this mysterious cloning program, and even less of how the finished products are managed. There are some things I do know about the program, things which I am confident are the real reason for the secrecy. 

To begin, I can say that I have knowledge of at least three Comeys having been produced from this lab. There may be more, but I can attest to only three. There is first the Filipino version, a necessary cover of the original bailout plan before, in exasperation and cocaine fueled mania, Agent Mueller snuffed out the life of the original. We'll call this one Comey 2.0.

Comey 2.0 is in Mindanao, in the Philippines, where he performs as a rap artist under the banner of Stretch MC and the Altar Boys. In one of his last lucid acts, Agent Mueller had been sure to retrieve the Cardinal's robes Comey had donned for their long weekend in the desert. Stretch MC wears these as part of the act, rapping the gospel of salvation through sodomy. The Philippine authorities frown on this, of course, but the act enjoys the full support of the local Diocese.

Comey 3.0 lives in a small village on the Baltic coast of Estonia, where he is employed as a quality control inspector for a boat varnish manufacturer. Aside from his freakish height and chronic halitosis, there is little about this Comey that has attracted any attention at all. It is unclear to what purpose a Comey has been placed here, except perhaps to serve as a saboteur. This was likely at the behest of a well-connected Lithuanian rival in the volatile Baltic boat varnish industry. That is admittedly only conjecture. We have not been able to confirm this.

Then finally, we come to Comey 4.0, the domestic edition. This Comey is the direct substitute to the original St. James the Pious. Each and every ghola is imbued with those traits inherent from the source material.  After a ghola is "released", their conditioning and the environment where they are placed determine the degree to which those traits are developed. There are several distinct behavioral characteristics of the original St. James that have become the dominant traits of edition 4.0.

1) Narcissism

2) Roman Catholic fetishism

3) Repressed latent homosexuality

When placed into the circus of the Washington media orbit, it is a perfect storm that brings out the worst in the attention whores of the world. It gives them power and that endorphin rush they so desperately seek. The boys in the lab did not foresee that their creation would grow to be social media savvy. In this new media landscape, the X or TikTok account are a breeding ground for drama queens. The moment that 4.0 posted, waxing eloquent over the Tau of Tay-Tay, the handlers knew they had a problem. Of course there were other signs. Collecting seashells on the beach. Seriously?

Perhaps the original St. James fell prey to some parochial pederast. Indeed, I contend that this is rather likely. The tall, geeky kid with the mulish face, practically screaming out "pick me! pick me!". This spawned a life of clergy cosplay and denial, at once self-aggrandizing and self-loathing. 

Comey 4.0 is adhering to this legacy, a product of his conditioning. In the hyper-woke environment emerging since the demise of the original, these qualities have become supercharged. The clergy fetishism has easily morphed into transvestitism. And it has even gone beyond this. You see Comey 4.0 has gone over the top to full trans. The boys in the lab blame the Swifties. I say they should have known.

In any case, the decision was taken somewhere that it simply would not do for the new Comey to appear before the cameras in Alexandria. Even after four years of depravity from the biden residency, it was considered that America was not ready to see a nearly seven-foot-tall drag queen, in a sleeveless gown with hairy beeftits flopping around. If this thing ever does actually come to trial, they will have to remove 4.0 and insert another. My money is on the Estonian.

We need to shut off the indoctrination mill

 On November 8, 2024 Midnight and other beasts published our post-election analysis, titled End of the Mutant Republic. In the nearly a year since, I find no cause to revise any of the conclusions therein. Any are welcome to review this feature, just look here:

 https://midnightandotherbeasts.blogspot.com/2024/11/end-of-mutant-republic.html   

The events of the past month require that we revisit this post. Not the conclusions, rather a specific point cited in the feature. Here is an excerpt from End of the Mutant Republic that will be our focal point today:

After the Nazi surrender in 1945 the Allied Commander, Dwight Eisenhower, was appointed as the Governor General of the western zone of occupied Germany. He was given the daunting task of simultaneously working to restore a functioning society while also expunging the Nazi influence from same. Even before President Truman issued a very detailed program for the administration in October 1945, Eisenhower had already made it a policy to confront the German people with the enormity of the Nazi regime's crimes. It was not too long into this process of de-nazification that a sobering discovery was made. The tentacles of this totalitarian regime were so far reaching into German society that the complete removal of each and every Nazi would result in the nation simply left huddling in the rubble. 

The American administration in post-war Germany was not spotless in it's execution, but Eisenhower was a man eminently suited to the task. He had a firm grasp of the broader vision of the policy while deftly navigating the tactical challenges on the ground. He fully understood that they were dealing with a people who had known only a dysfunctional, ersatz republic, followed by twelve years of totalitarian, one party rule and total warfare. This great intellectual race had spawned genius in countless disciplines of both art and science, yet in only a generation had been so awash in state propaganda as to have lost their ability to think critically for themselves. Eisenhower was convinced that it would take a full generation for this to be corrected.

I am going to share with you a couple of lines excerpted from Eisenhower's correspondence with a Master Sergeant Meccner, stationed at Wright Field, 9 March 1946:

fr. paragraph 2 - "In general our policy on German re-education is founded on the concept that re-education must ultimately come from Germans themselves..."....we can not forcibly re-indoctrinate the Germans if we are to obtain the desired results."

fr. paragraph 4 - "This program does not simply concern itself with German educational institutions in the narrower sense, but is to a large degree concerned with the media of public information in Germany such as the press, radio, film industry, and similar means of contacting large groups."

I believe that these lines best encapsulate Eisenhower's thorough understanding of the nature of the problem and how to best address it. The Nuremberg Trials were the reckoning. Eisenhower's longer term administration (and that of his successors) were the reconciliation.

All that madness from only twelve years of state indoctrination. Still, amidst the enormity of tragedy, it must not be lost that this did not occur to a society of stupid people. Even in the post war misery of the shaky Weimar Republic, the Germans were a well educated and highly advanced society. Just imagine the monstrosity they would have created if they'd had fifty years to implement their program. 

Of note in Eisenhower's quote above, there is in paragraph 4 reference to Germany's educational institutions. Ike had already designated this as a first order of priority. It is in this response to Staff Sgt. Meccner that he expands upon the breadth of institutions infected, and thus needing purging of their Nazi influence. We will, by varying degree, address those other institutions, but for the moment let's remain with the field of education. Not German education, but our own, which has for the last fifty years been infected with sick ideas. Just like the Nazis had sick ideas.

The American university has become a pesthole of sick ideas. I don't mean sick in any moral sense. Others often make their arguments on this basis, and I'll leave them to it. I don't have to resort to that in order to make my point. When I say an idea is sick, I mean it in the sense that the idea is unhealthy. Try to think of an idea as an organism. For an organism to survive it must remain healthy. So too with ideas. Sick ideas are unhealthy ideas that will not survive prolonged exposure to reality. These ideas may only survive and propagate in an insulated environment, one which does not face the rigorous daily challenges of reality. As an alternative, one might obtain similar results in a society where the state holds complete authority over every single aspect of daily life. I mean, I suppose that would work? For a while. Maybe.

These unhealthy ideas have escaped their university incubator, going viral and taking the public at large as their host. Like any smart virus, they behave accordingly, keeping their host in a perpetually weakened state, whereby the virus continues to enjoy the hospitality. The virus has been able to mutate, adapt to different settings. It has found a means of infiltrating disciplines which are typically considered immune from the infection of such unhealthy ideas. Fields like science, security and defense, but more than anywhere in education. All levels of education, both public and private. Smart viruses love to attack the young, as their immunities are not yet fully developed.

The Nazis recognized this. The formation of the Hitler Youth predated their ascent to power. By 1939, on the eve of the war, Hitler Youth membership was compulsory for all youth of Aryan parents, ages ten to nineteen. This was in addition to the party redirecting all school curricula with their assumption of power in 1933. From the elementary through secondary education, and of course the universities. It was easy in the case of universities, simply by barring admission to non-party members. In some quarters this technique would be referred to as "seeding the mine".  

The Nazis enjoyed a set of circumstances which allowed them to fully implement this program. Not by stealth, but out in the light of day for all to see. There were doubtless many who simply accepted this out of a fear of what should happen to them if they were to raise the objection. There were also considerable numbers of Germans who wholly embraced these things and lent their support to it. The regime was not concerned with popular support; thus, it was in this Garden of Evil that sick ideas took root and thrived. While the program launched upon our education system may be less overt in it's sinister character, it is indeed an insidious poison, tailored for the long game. It is in part by design, and perhaps nearly as much by accident. Irrespective of motive or intent, the results are the same and they are undeniable. 

University campuses enjoy a certain degree of autonomy in how they conduct their affairs. Included in academia's self-governance is a preference for the peculiar phenomenon we know as tenure. Now, while I can think of some other institutions that have a de facto tenured regime, in no other is this codified as in academia. It's like a monarchy, only without the hereditary element. Each department becomes it's own little politburo, bearing the imprimatur of their tenured gatekeepers. Over time, the gatekeepers ascend the ranks within the universities' administration, then what had been limited to a malignancy within the social sciences, ends up becoming the dictated orthodoxy for the entire institution. It is thereby that the fruit of these institutions has grown irreparably tainted.

This taint has infected public and private sector alike. In the private sector this has been accomplished by legions of HR personnel, a field which has metastasized from it's infancy a little over fifty years ago. These modern day kommissars are the woke tip of the spear in the workplace. They have served as the vehicle for the insertion of critical race theory and DEI into corporate HR policy. It is one thing to indoctrinate college students, but what of all the great unwashed out in the workplace who have not got the memo? If they had the backing of a complete authoritarian regime, they could just establish re-education camps. Don't think for a minute they wouldn't like to. In the absence of this, the HR regime will work. It has been working, to a large degree. It just takes longer because of the push back, but no worries. They have a solution for this too. Just call anyone who opposes these sick ideas a nazi. Echoed thousands fold there will be enough who will believe it or, at the least, be cowed into raising no objection.

That echo chamber takes form in those other institutions that Eisenhower identified in his 1946 correspondence: "... the media of public information...  such as the press, radio, film industry, and similar means of contacting large groups."  The media of public information is quite changed from 1946, except that it is just as easily infected and is hundreds of times more potent in it's power and reach.  It is somewhat ironic that radio has largely become the domain of the right. I believe that the main reason for this is because radio is a medium that requires a certain level of engagement. One has to actually listen. Television is a passive medium by comparison, filled with mindless and banal content. One need only stare at the screen and drool. The film industry? Disney? Netflix? Are they purveyors of sick ideas? Go ahead. Try and defend them.

What of the "similar means of contacting large groups"? That rather sounds like social media, doesn't it? That one is the real game changer. Place a communications device and a platform upon which to opine into the hands of indoctrinated herds, then one has a force multiplier of some millions to amplify and reinforce the orthodoxy. It's like something from a propaganda minister's wet dream. Even before the revelations of the "twitter files" it was obvious to most that the social media companies were acting as agents to perform a function of censorship that was not permitted to government. Do not be swayed by their protestations of innocence now that the winds have shifted. Their claims that they were somehow strongarmed into their policies are tantamount to those police officers who served under Bull Connor saying that they didn't want to turn the dogs and fire hoses on those negroes. They were just following the lawful orders of duly elected officials.

Faced with the de-nazification dilemma, it was necessary to prioritize the application of the policy. Eisenhower rightly identified those institutions which required a strict application of the policy. He also rightly identified that it was a generational task, and one that "ultimately must come from the Germans themselves.... if we are to obtain the desired results." While it may be simple to identify the parallels in the problems posed by these two points in history, we are then left to find a like parallel in the solution.

In 1945, having won the war in Europe, our task then was to win the peace. It was determined that ridding German society of the scourge of nazism was to be a large part of defining that win. Today in 2025, having won the election, this administration needs to clearly define winning the peace and begin that program. The left does not want peace. They have made that abundantly clear. They've shown us who they are, and we must act accordingly. Call them the left or call it wokeism... call them whatever you like. It does not matter. Sick ideas are sick ideas, regardless the name or banner they march under. We might do well to just call them nazis. Why else would they call us nazis, unless they themselves are the nazis?

We know what the problem is. We know where it lives. We can treat it like a never-ending whack-a-mole, or we can treat it like any other pestilence. If one wishes a pestilence to end, one must find it's source and squash it. Mark E. Smith once posed the question in song: Who makes the nazis? Who indeed, Mark. Who indeed.

"So, what do you make of the whole Furry angle?"

 Here, at the home of the undilutable slang truth that is Midnight and other beasts.... we warned you. You all thought that the whole Deaf Kids from New Guinea saga was pure gibberish; the ramblings of an aging and overmedicated paranoid. Well, you would be partially right, but nevertheless... we warned you.

For those who would prefer the short version, we direct you to our October 23, 2024 posting: Midnight and other beasts: End Game, SCIU case number 24/73: Deaf Kids from New Guinea

This installment of the saga (there are seven in total) is the culmination of the entire Deaf Kids mythos. It is a cruel and unforgiving insight into the deranged society of what are known as the "furry community", or simply "furries".

As this community has now been more widely introduced to the world, perhaps some might care to take the whole crazy ride and review the entire work. These are still posted, to be found in our September and October 2024 archive. 

beginning with publication 11 Sept and continuing through 16 Sept, 19 Sept, 3 October, 13 October, 17 October and 23 October (linked above)

I did not come on here to dump all over the furry community. I'm certain that the vast majority of furries are just mentally ill and are completely harmless. If it's between consenting adults I don't really care what your kink is. You do you.  I feel, however, that now more than ever people need to be aware that the trans and trans adjacent communities are not all rainbows, glitter and unicorn farts. That there are, in fact, some rather dangerous and unhinged people within their numbers. The Deaf Kids from New Guinea is a work of fiction. Based on some events that could actually happen. You might want to think about it....

Nature of Authority

most of them are crying

sure they have lost their way

they fail to see the lying

that has led their path astray

others still are just waiting

for the swift and silent end

when there is no anticipating

simply carried off with the wind

like the mouse in Owl's talons

plucked from an open plain

it's a sacrificial balance

where every loss results a gain

without the rule of fang and claw

the weaker species will ascend

the substitution of their law

will bring about that species' end  

CSI: Sesame Street

 Hello, all you beasties out there! Is it beasties or Midnighters? Did we ever decide? Well, if you are here, you know who you are.

It's Friday! In some places that still means something, I guess. Just another day around here. There are some number of you out there that may be preparing for "the weekend", whatever that may entail. Hope that goes well for you. 

We have run up against a rainy patch here, thus we are relegated to indoor games. A good opportunity to check in. Though we have been less active here at the site, things have been quite busy over these summer months. We do have some projects in the works, and you can expect a marked increase in content in September. We won't tease with any details now.

We do have an intriguing report to share from current events. There has been a lot of wailing and gnashing of teeth coming from NPR and PBS. You might have heard, the Congress just cut them off. Good move. Long overdue. Quit whining! If your product is any good, then you can compete in the open market like everyone else. Plenty of pharmaceutical companies with ads to buy for drugs targeting children.

Sadly, however, there are some tragic consequences related to this story. Our sources from the Big Apple have shared some details of a developing story, which will appear as a feature length story in The Muppet Times, sometime early next week.

....this very disturbing report, early this morning from Sesame Street. In the pre-dawn hours of Friday morning, reports of gunshots from a familiar apartment building. Authorities arrived in response and were alerted by other residents to check one of the basement apartments. A chilling scene upon entering, the longtime residents of the apartment, Bert and Ernie, found dead, the victims of an apparent murder/suicide.

Most residents could only express tearful disbelief at this bizarre turn of events. There was, however, one neighbor who spoke on the condition of anonymity, who stated that "the couple was distraught over the pending loss of their rent controlled flat, due to budget cuts at PBS".

Bert and Ernie, dead today, at the age of 56.

Rebecca

 "I can taste purple!", she cried in astonishment. The words came from her mouth; she could hear it. She was astonished that she had said it.

The statement was nonsensical, yet in the context of her fragile state it made perfect sense. Blood poured from her smashed mouth. I think her teeth were still there. Loosened, but still there. Purple tastes like over ripe fruit, sweet and yet dead flesh. It is complete, it has fulfilled it's purpose but has gone beyond. It has begun to take the scent of decay, the decay in turn affects the fruit. Purple has the taste of death.

I don't think she knew I was there. I'm not even certain that I was there. I had no memory of how I had arrived at this time and place, yet I knew it. This was Rebecca and this was the river road. Most people had always wanted to call her Becky, but for reasons I never understood she had always insisted that her name was Rebecca. I had always called her that.

The car was far from totaled. She, or someone, would probably be able to drive it away. This isn't how I recalled this event having gone. The situation I could see before me told me, not only where this was, but when. She was supposed to be dead by now. As it was, she would probably live. Nothing some oral surgery couldn't repair. She was still in shock.

It was a pleasant day. A not too warm day in May. All the windows were down on the car. The Pretenders' Brass in pocket was still playing from the radio as I maneuvered to the passenger side. I stole another look at her then. Her long, straight blonde hair obscured most of her face. Some of it was matted against her bloodied cheeks and jowls and there were still a few strands clinging to the steering wheel. She was supposed to have landed in the river by that time, but the sequence of events had been altered.

She started sobbing. It seemed that for the first moment since the abrupt halt of her forward momentum, she had become aware of where she was and what had just happened. She blinked against the tears as bloody snot bubbles erupted from her face. From the passenger door I looked down into the floor in front of the passenger seat. There was the culprit, that little turtle. He was turned over on the floor mat, his little legs flailing in the air. A glass bowl was broken neatly, in nearly equal halves, the multi-colored stones from within were spilled everywhere. I reached in and gently picked the turtle up, then tossed it to the riverbank beyond. In the original timeline the turtle had landed in the river, though still inside of the white sedan.

Rebecca looked up, still disoriented. "Hey! Thats my turtle!"

"I think you have greater things to worry about right now, Rebecca."

She pulled at the matted strands about her face, wiping away blood and tears. She tried to clear her vision, to focus upon my face. "Do...do I know you? How did you know....", and then a sudden realization entered her eyes.

"I've known you for over fifty years, Rebecca. You're less than two miles up this road from the red brick house on High Street, the house you grew up in."

"Who are you?"

"You know who I am."

"I think I do, but...that can't be..."

"You were supposed to die today, Rebecca. Right back there. You were supposed to reach for that little turtle when it fell off the seat, then steer off the road, bank off the guardrail and land upside down in the river."

Through the fear and the confusion, she suddenly grasped upon something. "It's you! You were in the road...I...I slammed on the brakes! I thought I hit you!"

 "You're going to be fine. I will stay here with you until the squad comes."

A song entered my head, a song from my own time. It was a song I wanted to share with her in that moment, but I knew that was impossible. The people who had made this song were not even born yet. It played in my head while I waited patiently. Rebecca fretted about her coming graduation. A graduation she was not even meant to make, three weeks hence. This was Sunday.

Another ten minutes passed. Someone passing had made the call, the familiar white and orange rescue squad now approached with lights and siren blazing. It was time for me to go.

"Rebecca! Listen to me...I want you to remember something, okay?"

"Okay,... what?"

"Someday, years and years from now.... when you play your favorite songs, wear dark sunglasses."

"What!?"

"Just remember. Favorite songs. Dark glasses."

Epstein's testicles for sale on E-Bay

 Did you really think that things would be different? This ship of state is a garbage scow, loaded to capacity, launched upon a sea of lies. The course is changed so that the worst of the flies and stench are directed away, but the vessel and it's cargo are essentially unchanged: SS Ship of Fools.

There are two forms of Trump Derangement Syndrome, hereafter referred to simply as TDS. There is the now quite familiar TDS type A, in which the afflicted party is violently triggered at the mere mention of the very name. The only true sufferers of this strain are the blissfully ignorant. There are others who may selectively display their TDS as an affectation, no different than turquoise hair or nose piercings; it's just part of the uniform. There are also those engaged in a more psychological cosplay, fanning the flames of every ruse and misdirection because they find their own little fiefdom at risk. There are those to whom Trump poses an existential threat, and those who are merely useful idiots. 

There is also a newly emerging strain, which we shall dub TDS type B. This is a new strain, distinctly different, yet with some common characteristics. Like type A, the only true sufferers are the blissfully ignorant. The sufferers of TDS type B are convinced that Trump can do NO wrong. The strain is not entirely new; it has been bubbling up for quite a while. I believe that it is borne largely of the siege environment cast about not only the man, but more so his supporters. Under such an incessant barrage of contrived propaganda, his supporters may often find themselves utterly loathe to admit any flaws in the man at all. Among these, one will find the Back the Blue cult, uniform fetishists who will eagerly don their kneepads and assume the position for any authority figure.

It suffices to say that there are those who will follow blindly at either end of the scale. Whether seeking demon or messiah, one is likely to find just that, if that is the only thing being sought after. Of course, as in anything political, the most likely yield is disappointment. In the news cycle of the moment, it seems that the Epstein story epitomizes this.

Epstein is dead and Ghislaine languishes in a cell in Tallahassee, yet the story refuses to die. If one has a single gram of curiosity, then surely one of the first questions to be raised would be, "Why/how is Ghislaine Maxwell still alive?" Anyone? I'm open to theories. Please share in the comments below. At any rate, the organized grab ass drill being conducted by this administration does not begin to answer this, or any of the host of remaining questions surrounding the whole affair. It's not a good look and I for one will make ZERO excuses for them.

It's on my desk. They are under review. Thousands of video files. Certain steps must be taken to protect the victims. Yeah...., no. There is no client list. I'm Blondie, I'm here through Saturday. You can also catch me on Faux News, where I try to furrow my botoxed brow in stern disapproval beneath those cruel studio lights. At least once a week, often times more. Be sure to catch my major cinematic debut this Fall, a new Disney feature.  Lying Cunt: the Circle of Lies. I have friends at Disneyworld.

And how about Dan and Kash, hunh? They've got me to thinking that they are making plans to reboot the Harold and Kumar franchise. There were certainly, at the very least, irregularities in Jeffrey Epstein's death. Too many. But now? Nope. He definitely committed suicide. Nothing left to investigate here. Oh, and yeah, Blondie's right. There is no client list.  Be sure to see our premier live stream on Hulu this Thanksgiving, Dan and Kash's Big Tel Aviv Adventure.

In the header of our homepage, we include the tag "home of the undilutable slang truth". This is an homage to the late Mark E. Smith. It is also an ethic we embrace at Midnight and other beasts. It means that we call out bull shit wherever it lands. It is raining bull shit at the DOJ, and our forecasting would suggest that this storm will continue to gather steam, affecting all of the Beltway for days to come. This one isn't going to wrap up and head out to sea. It's going to spiral overhead until the very last turd goes down the drain. Or until the drain backs up, whichever comes first. The smart money is on the latter.

If our kind audience will permit, I will digress for a moment, to a simpler time when our sex scandals were limited to Oval Office blow jobs and expensive cigars sacrificed as sex toys. If one has been breathing and holds at least a room temperature IQ for the last thirty years, then one will know whereof we speak. Why, most of us from Generation X backwards could tell where we were when we first heard of that now infamous, semen-stained blue dress. We all remember that, right? Okay. For those of you readers who do not share this benefit of age and experience, I would suggest that you Google "Bill Clinton impeachment". A cursory glance at those search results should bring you right up to speed.

Now, for all those who can recall all of those more salacious details of the case, I have a serious question for you. Ready? Here it is: What actually predicated the investigation which led to the Lewinsky affair being uncovered? I will wager that most will not be able to answer this question correctly. That speaks to the efficacy of the scandal management employed at the time. The popular narrative will suggest that Bill Clinton's impeachment was all over his having an affair with a White House intern. The impeachment counts were for perjury and obstruction of justice. These were related to the Paula Jones civil suit, filed for acts of sexual harassment which occurred before Clinton was in office. There were also rumored instances of suborning perjury from others. Most do not remember this. Because all of the chatter was focused upon the sex scandal. Because that was forgivable. After all, who could not feel sorry for this guy? Being saddled to that shrieking harridan, Hillary? Of course he cheated!

Do I have to spell it out further? Have you connected the dots? There is a parallel in these cases. Focusing on the client list is the equivalent of focusing on the sex scandal aspect of the Clinton case. While the details of these crimes may be horrendous in terms of the victims, there is nothing to be done that will make those victims whole. They have had something taken from them that can not be restored. I am, of course, referring to the girls who were trafficked. As for those parties being subjected to blackmail? I don't consider them victims. Learning who they are only tells us why they were targeted, what value did they have. And that leads to the more significant question. It doesn't matter who Epstein was pimping to. It matters who he was pimping for.

That circles us back to the Maxwell question: How/why is she still living? One possibility would be that there is indeed no client list. This does not track, because then what is it that she is locked up for? Process crimes?

It could be that Ghislaine doesn't know where all the bodies are buried. This would seem unlikely, but knowing no more than we do it is possible. We have no way to know for certain, but maybe she was just a procurer, fluffer and sometime participant.

Or, it just might be that Ghislaine knows who Jeffrey was pimping for. That could be her protection. After all, we know that Daddy was balls deep into the Mossad. Like father like daughter? It's not entirely implausible. Look at the Comey family. In fact, there is quite a bit of evidence to suggest that this is at least in part true, if not entirely true.

This is not the first time that President Trump has suffered from bad counsel. Mike Pompeo blew in his ear, warning against a full disclosure of the JFK files, remember? Who was it this time? A certain son-in-law? Oh, right! To suggest such a thing makes me an anti-Semite! The horror! You know what? Don't give a shit. Call me an anti-Semite. I am long on record for having ZERO use for Arabs.

There is another syndrome. IDS, or Israel Derangement Syndrome. Like TDS, it comes in two strains. There are those who swear that Israel and Jews are the center of all that is sinister and evil. Then there are those wedded to the erroneous belief that the modern-day secular state of Israel is the "moral equivalent" of the biblical Kingdom of Judea. Neither of these things are true. 

From the Levant eastwards there is that part of the world that I like to think of collectively as "Krapkanistan".  Ending (?) the capability of Iran to build deliverable nukes was probably a wise move. Perhaps we ought to consider taking these toys out of the hands of the Israelis as well. It is not morally right for any US administration to have the lives and livelihoods of 330 million citizens placed at risk, in defense of Israel or any other nation in that corner of the world. Especially not when there are such a minority of whom even have any truck in this fight at all.

I would offer this advice to President Trump. I doubt he'll hear it and even further doubt he would heed it, but here it is. The only man giving you sound advice on this is Michael Flynn. Ignore him at your peril.

THE ELITES MUST BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE