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Trad Wives And Tate Bros: My Weekend With TPUSA's Submission Marketeers

Your Freakshow guide is just back from a weekend in San Antonio, soaking up the sights and sounds at Turning Point USA’s Women’s Leadership Summit – and yes, coincidentally watching the Knicks kick the Spurs.

The word “leadership” was perhaps an oxymoron among the thousands of young women who sat through speech after speech about submitting to God, husband and female biology. The lineup featured high profile conservative women including Erica Kirk, Arkansas Gov. Sarah Huckabee Sanders, Kayleigh McEnany, and even Texas State Sen. Angela Paxton (Ken Paxton’s estranged and cheated-on wife), alongside a bouquet of hip and pretty right-wing Gen Z influencers all advocating early marriage and pregnancy and putting husband and hearth ahead of worldly pursuits.

The TPUSA Women’s Leadership Summit is an annual, expensively produced and carefully packaged political propaganda product. This year, the organization occupied three floors of the San Antonio Marriott, plastering the hotel’s walls, doors, escalators and elevators with slick signage. The main co-sponsor was the International Fellowship of Christians and Jews (IFCJ), whose founder said she flew in from Israel to encourage the gathered to repeat a Hebrew word offering themselves to God.

To the naked eye, the event was more tent revival than political conference. The most reliable applause lines invoked the dangers of Muslims and “transgenders.” No one needed a Trump button here. The politics of the participants was presumed. “It’s Not Political It’s Biblical” read one button on a table devoted to recruiting GOTV door-knockers, where a digital electoral map ranked the states according to how “tyrannical” – aka progressive – their policies are.

TPUSA’s project of selling Gen Z women on a submissive posture aligns with the Heritage Foundation’s latest manifesto. The overt push for submission – a concept that occupied white-nationalist fringe swamps merely a few years ago – has now become one of the ideological pillars enabling the predators’ ball assembled at the White House, headed by a convicted sex abuser and oft-accused serial sex pest.

The supposed personal misery and baby-hating of feminists is bedrock to the ideology (See: JD Vance and childless cat ladies). Twenty-something influencer Isabel Brown declared that the Handmaid’s Tale-dressed protesters outside the building “will say the baby growing inside you is a lethal parasite.”

“Charlie would often say that feminism was about wanting women to become men and eventually not needing men,” Erica Kirk said. “He watched feminism rear its head on college campuses in a way that was openly hostile to conservative women who were told to reject the very things that make womanhood unique. Things like motherhood is a burden, marriage is a trap, or motherhood is something that should be stalled or not even experienced at all…”

“Feminism is the biggest lie we have ever been sold as women,” said podcaster Savanna Stone, whose merch includes a Good Wife hat and a sweatshirt that reads Normalize Liking Husbands Again. “While the textbook definition of feminism is about equality between the sexes and women having agency over their own lives, what feminism actually is, is a movement funded by the wealthiest evil people with the goal to destroy marriage and family.”

Several of the speakers cited polls from the early 2000s showing women reporting lower levels of happiness relative to men than women did in the 1970s. No one mentioned the other polls that consistently find single women happier than married women.

If the unhappy women poll is in fact accurate, though, is it fair to blame feminists?

The best guesses for why women might be unhappy involve some version of the Second Shift problem that Arlie Hochschild identified: women don’t enjoy going to jobs and returning home to still do all the work traditionally assigned to women.

All such polls prove is that women changed while many male partners did not.

Every one of the esteemed speakers at the San Antonio Marriott holds bank accounts and credit cards in her name, and every one of them has taken advantage of the right to pursue good-paying jobs – all rights earned by our feminist grandmothers. They’re cynically – and cleverly – leveraging the American birthright assumption that all people, women included, have a right to happiness, conveniently forgetting, as usual, the “pursuit of” part of that phrase.

They prey on the fact that no one bothered to drill into the next generation that the fight for women’s equality as human beings was never going to be easy, nor was it going to end anytime soon.

My 48-hour bath in submissive-wife propaganda ended at the San Antonio airport just as Heidi Blake’s devastating report on the choke-rapist Tate brothers landed in my news feed. The article details years of violent abuse inflicted on dozens of digitally trafficked women, both in the United States and abroad, with a sickening degree of legal impunity. The porn entrepreneurs made millions from pay-per-view sex and a pyramid scheme of social media rape propaganda advising young men how to violently and psychologically force women to submit.

The Tates and their minions are, of course, the post-millennial inheritors of the Epstein class. They share their ideological forefathers’ profound contempt for women, their refusal – or incapacity – to view women as human, the same assumption of impunity, same obsession with manipulation and total control over women that we see in every one of Epstein’s interactions with his “girls.”

All you have to do is behold the worldwide influence and social and legal impunity of the rape-Tates to understand that women are in a war. A real war with real violence.

What TPUSA’s well-financed and slick influencers are selling to young women is the idea that they would be a lot happier if they had never had to fight at all. And the price of that attrition is abandoning efforts to earn one’s own living, choose when and with whom to have children, maintain financial independence, vote, or fully participate in the world outside the kitchen and bedroom.

They preach – literally, in speeches threaded with Biblical passages – that submission is the path to both happiness and spiritual salvation. They present feminism as rebellion against “God’s purpose” and the fountainhead of virtually every challenge women face today.

They do see a war, but their strategy involves a Christian soldier, fighting a very different kind of battle: an internal one devoted to molding herself to husband, childbirth and motherhood, and to crushing her own secret dreams because – although they never say this explicitly – it is simply too hard under current conditions to chase them.

It is certainly unfortunate, but hardly a coincidence, that the misogynistic and corrupt Trump administration propped up by TPUSA helped spring the Tate monsters and bring them back to America. The submissive wife movement is the performative, cross-wearing, milkmaid-dressed light side of the Epstein-class coin.

The young women in prairie mufti, chiffon baby doll dresses and cowboy boots do not hear a peep of objection from TPUSA. What they will hear are Bronze Age admonitions to endure, like this from Book of Genesis: “To the woman [God] said, “I will surely multiply your pain in childbearing; in pain you shall bring forth children. Your desire shall be contrary to your husband, but he shall rule over you.”

.Nina Burleigh is a journalist, author, documentary producer, and adjunct professor at New York University's Arthur L. Carter Journalism Institute. She has written eight books including her recently published novel, Zero Visibility Possible.


Pam Bondi

Pam Bondi's Swan Song: Ex-Attorney General Scheduled For Oversight Testimony

In 2013, then-Florida Attorney General Pam Bondi personally solicited a $25,000 political donation from the Donald J. Trump Foundation for her re-election PAC – and soon received it. Days later, Bondi’s office abandoned plans to join a New York lawsuit investigating fraud allegations against Trump University.

It is against the law for charitable foundations to make political contributions. But in the universe of Trump corruption, $25,000 was laughable chump change. It just proved to him how cheaply Pam Bondi could be had.

Fast forward a few years. Bondi, no longer in elected office, got serious about money as a $115,000-a-month lobbyist with the DC-based influence giant Ballard Partners. Her client list included deep-pocketed private prison corporations and the government of Qatar (for whom she was specifically registered under the Foreign Agent Registration Act for “dealing with matters pertaining to combating human trafficking”). When Trump nominated her to be his attorney general in early 2025, she didn’t bother mentioning those clients in her statement of potential conflicts of interest.

So far so good: lies and omissions are standard operating practice in Trumpworld.

His initial pick for attorney general was Matt Gaetz, who might have been a more fitting choice to oversee the Epstein cover-up, having himself been investigated for child sex trafficking and found to have violated Florida’s statutory rape laws according to the House Ethics Committee. Gaetz had skated on all of it, but was ultimately too tainted even for the slavish Senate Republican majority that would have to approve the nomination.

Still, Bondi was something of an unusual choice for a Trump casting. His preferred front-of-house women tend to be more colorful and histrionic – Pirro, Loomer, Omarosa, Noem. Bondi, though from Florida herself, for some reason never went full Mar-a-Lago face, though it’s not clear self-mutilation would have saved her.

Managing the fake release of a fake politically-motivated conspiracy while simultaneously curating the cover-up of real files tied to a real conspiracy was always going to be a tall order. One day she was riding in the presidential limo with Trump to the Statue of the Union address. The next, she was out in the cold.

To add insult to injury, this week, Pam, the defenestrated private citizen recently diagnosed with thyroid cancer, will have to endure a day of questioning about her role in the Epstein cover-up. While her former DOJ deputy – Trump’s personal attorney Todd “Whiteout” Blanche – wins the Old Man’s heart by erasing January 6 criminals from the DOJ website and rewarding violent coup plotters like Stewart Rhodes with taxpayer money, Pam will, at least for a day and maybe longer, become the public face of the Justice Department’s Epstein files cover-up.

In advance of her star turn on the Hill, here is a Freakshow timeline of Bondi’s ignominious reign as the nation’s top law enforcement official, and how she became Trump’s Brer Rabbit in the tar pit.

January 2025

Shortly after Trump’s inauguration, the Justice Department orders the Southern District of New York, which has an active investigation still underway, to send all Epstein-related evidence to Washington. Rep. Jamie Raskin (D-MD.) would later state that “neither the survivors nor the SDNY prosecutors knew that the purpose of this transfer was to terminate the case.”

Despite the fact that Trump won the 2024 election in part by juicing the Epstein conspiracy and promising to reveal the sordid details, the Senate Judiciary Committee advances Bondi’s nomination without asking anything about the files.

February 4, 2025

The Senate confirms Bondi, by a vote of 54 to 46, with all Republicans and one Democrat – John Fetterman of Pennsylvania – voting in favor.

February 11, 2025

Republican Reps. Jim Comer (R-KY) and Anna Paulina Luna (R-FL), as chairs of House Oversight and the Task Force on the Declassification of Federal Secrets respectively, send a letter to Bondi requesting an ASAP briefing on documents related to the Jeffrey Epstein case.

February 21, 2025

Bondi goes on Fox and famously announces that the Epstein “client list” is “sitting on my desk right now to review” as part of a directive from President Trump himself.

February 27, 2025

Bondi incites an influencer revolt by inviting a pack of MAGA fake journalists, including Laura Loomer, to the White House and passing out binders labeled “The Epstein Files: Phase 1.” They pose for a photo op, thinking they are holding “declassified” material, only to realize that none of it was ever classified and much of it was already public (Epstein flight logs had been available since 2021).

Worse, the redactions are so badly mishandled that dozens of victims’ names – but not the names of their abusers – enter the public record.

With the stunt having failed, Bondi hops on with Fox News’ Mark Levin and shifts the blame to the New York federal prosecutor’s office, claiming they are “sitting on thousands of pages of documents regarding Epstein.” She promises that America will soon see “the full Epstein files” and then writes a letter to Kash Patel demanding delivery of the “full and complete Epstein files” to her office by 8 AM the next morning, while also demanding an “immediate investigation” into why her orders to the FBI were not followed.

February 28, 2025

James Dennehy, head of the FBI’s New York field office, is fired.

March 2025

Bondi tells Sean Hannity that the DOJ has received “a truckload of evidence” and department staff begin processing 100,000 pages of the Epstein files in Winchester, Virginia. The job takes too long, so two weeks later, Bondi reportedly pressures the FBI to increase staffing and intensify efforts. A whistleblower later reports that she and Patel put crime-fighters on 24-hour document redaction shifts, with instructions to look out for Trump’s name. Sen. Dick Durbin’s letter about this episode contains many questions Bondi has not yet been asked publicly.

May 2025

Bondi reportedly tells Trump during a briefing that his name appears in the Epstein files.

June 5, 2025

Elon Musk claims that the Epstein files have not been released because Trump is in them. “Time to drop the really big bomb: [Trump] is in the Epstein files. That is the real reason they have not been made public.” House Democrats immediately fire off a letter asking Bondi and Patel whether Musk’s claim is true.

July 4, 2025

A weekend of mysterious, panicked scrambling unfolds between Main Justice in Washington and the FBI’s New York office to get additional copies of Epstein file photos to Todd Blanche’s office.

July 7, 2025

The DOJ and FBI release an unsigned joint memo stating their “exhaustive review” found no co-conspirators, “did not uncover evidence that could predicate an investigation against uncharged third parties,” and that no further disclosure of documents was warranted. At the end of the letter, officials link to video footage of the MCC Epstein cell area. Bondi never releases any materials related to the “exhaustive review.”

July 15, 2025

Reps. Thomas Massie and Ro Khanna introduce the Epstein Files Transparency Act.

July 16, 2025

Trump posts that the Epstein files are a “Democrat hoax” on Truth Social, then repeats that claim in person from the Oval Office. That same day, Maureen Comey, lead prosecutor in the New York Epstein investigation, is fired.

July 17, 2025

The Wall Street Journal publishes the first of its “birthday book” stories, revealing that Trump gave his old friend Jeff a lewd drawing as a gift. Trump denies that it’s real and eventually files a $10 billion lawsuit that is later tossed by a judge. As another distraction, Trump instructs DOJ to seek release of Epstein grand jury materials. A day later, Bondi and Blanche ask the federal court to release the transcripts.

July 22, 2025

Pam Bondi posts a statement from Todd Blanche announcing that she directed him to communicate with Ghislaine Maxwell’s attorneys.. “If Ghislane [sic] Maxwell has information about anyone who has committed crimes against victims, the FBI and the DOJ will hear what she has to say.”

Two days later, Blanche meets with Maxwell in Tallahassee. Meanwhile, House Speaker Mike Johnson, trying to head off a vote on the Epstein Transparency Act, shuts down House business for the rest of the summer.

August 1, 2025

The Bureau of Prisons, a DOJ agency, transfers Maxwell to a low-security prison despite BOP guidelines for convicted sex offenders.

October 7, 2025

Pam Bondi appears before the Senate Judiciary Committee. She seems flummoxed by questions about photos of Trump in Epstein’s safe, as described by Michael Wolff, and deflects questions about DOJ failures to investigate Epstein’s finances by blaming Democratic administrations.

November 14, 2025

At Trump’s behest, Bondi asks New York U.S. Attorney Jay Clayton (a lawyer previously brought into Epstein associate Leon Black’s hedge fund for reputation rehab) to “take the lead” on investigating Epstein’s involvement specifically with Democrats, including Bill Clinton, Larry Summers, Reid Hoffman, and other institutions.

December 21, 2025

Bondi tweets that the Justice Department will bring charges against “anyone involved in the trafficking and exploitation of Jeffrey Epstein’s victims.” She claims the DOJ has already met with “many victims” and urges others to reach out to her, Blanche, or the FBI “and we will investigate immediately.”

(NOTE: Victims have repeatedly said that Bondi never talked to any of them and the DOJ has so far not prosecuted anyone other than Ghislaine Maxwell.)

February 11, 2026

Bondi testifies before the House Oversight Committee – prickly, cornered and occasionally unhinged – while refusing to acknowledge a group of Epstein victims in the audience. The spectacle likely ended her run in the Trump cabinet reality show.

As The Daily Beast’s Joanna Coles put it:

These hearings, like so much political theater now, are staged for an audience of one: the great and powerful Donald Trump. So while Bondi thought she was playing the role of loyal defender, her sneering responses and burn book takedowns turned her into something else: the Angry Woman. And that is not something her boss would order from Central Casting.

February 17, 2026

American Freakshow reports the existence of three missing FBI interviews related to a sexual assault allegation against Trump by a woman whose redacted name is marked with the unusual label “protect source.” The story gets picked up by NPR, and after two weeks of denials, the DOJ finally acknowledges the three interviews. But questions remain about what other materials might be similarly withheld.

April 2, 2026

Trump fires Bondi over her handling of the Epstein files. There’s a difference between suave, brazen disregard for the law in quiet practice and full-frontal rudeness to the legislative branch. It’s a difference her replacement, Acting AG Blanche, having auditioned as Trump’s Roy Cohn for the last several years and grown increasingly willing to put his client’s kingly immunity into practice, understands.

He immediately announces that there will be no more Epstein file releases.

.Nina Burleigh is a journalist, author, documentary producer, and adjunct professor at New York University's Arthur L. Carter Journalism Institute. She has written eight books including her recently published novel, Zero Visibility Possible.

Katie Chenoweth is associate professor of French at Princeton University and an investigative researcher
Reprinted with permission from American Freakshow

Epstein Class Act: MAGA Misogynists Link Up At Big Beverly Hills Finance Confab

Epstein Class Act: MAGA Misogynists Link Up At Big Beverly Hills Finance Confab

Two accused rapists loll in giant black pleather chairs against a backdrop of mint green book shelves and a cold hearth: the Beverly Hills version of a cozy YouTube fireside chat.

Earlier this month, proud sex trafficker Andrew Tate and “modeling agent” Paolo Zampolli linked up at, or in the vicinity of, the annual Milken Institute Global Conference, where business leaders and wannabes congregate to discuss “Leading in a New Era.”

The annual confab is sometimes described as the American business version of Davos. The 2026 conference announcement invited attendees to the Beverly Hilton to “reflect on the disruptions and innovations of the recent past and translate lessons learned into building meaningful, healthy, and prosperous lives for all.”

Milken Global is named after one of the great Wall Street fraudsters of all time – a man who, as they say, did the crime and did the time, then came roaring back into polite society.

Kind of like, come to think of it, a guy named Jeff.

This annual networking conference, tailored for C-suite executives, investors, and policymakers is of course open to both men and women… at least for now (let’s see how America looks after Scott Yenor’s vision becomes the law of the land).

But the fact that roofie-rape-accused Zampolli – the guy who pulled strings to have ICE deport his baby mama when she became inconvenient – AND a multiple rape and battery-accused global sex-crime-cheerleader scumbag like Andrew Tate were both present is proof positive that the Epstein Class is still in control of American business echelons in 2026.

Then again, perhaps we should not be shocked that an Andrew Tate would be skulking around with a Paolo Zampolli at a major American confab named after a Wall Street felon.

Michael Milken was originally sentenced in 1990 to 10 years in federal prison after pleading guilty to six felony counts related to securities and reporting violations tied to the Drexel Burnham Lambert scandals. Of course he did not serve the full sentence – he did less than two years due to good behavior and cooperation with prosecutors. Though permanently barred from the securities industry, Milken retained massive informal influence through his relationships, family offices, philanthropy, advisory networks, and the Milken Institute ecosystem.

The annual Milken Institute Global Conference became central to his rehabilitation, evolving into a sought-after gathering of CEOs, politicians, billionaires, celebrities, intelligence figures, tech founders, and global investors. Over the decades, attendance by these establishment figures effectively normalized Milken, and in 2020, Trump pardoned him, erasing his federal conviction.

And last fall, the historic federal-style Riggs Bank building a short walk from the White House and U.S. Treasury got a new name: the Milken Center for Advancing the American Dream. It’s billed as a kind of museum with “interactive exhibits” focused on education, health, finance and entrepreneurship.

What better way to signal that the founding principles of the American commons – thrift, honesty, hard work, respect for law and order – have morphed into something rather more …barbaric… during the Epstein years. And not just in his mansion or Mar-a-Lago.

The word “Milken” appears 723 times in the Epstein files released so far – most often in connection with his institute, which invited Jeff to its events. But the men were certainly friendly. In one 2012 scheduling email, Epstein was to have breakfast with Leon Black, and the sender (an Apollo company employee) suggested Mike Milken might join them. In another email, Epstein described Milken as “leons [sic] closest friend.”

Epstein did attend at least one of the Milken conferences, in 2013, though he dismissed it afterward as having “wasted my time.”

But the Milken reputation-rehab method was always an option for Jeff. In fact, Valerie Post – the Council on Foreign Relations’ director of events at the time – suggested it to him in a 2010 email.

Of course Paolo Zampolli, currently a Trump-invented “special envoy” would grace the Milken Institute Global Conference with his presence. But hanging with Andrew Tate, whose malignant effect on teen boys worldwide has prompted whole seminars of concerned educators, adds insult to Trumpian injury.

Making this spectacle infinitely more odious is that the conference took place not far from the Beverly Hills Hotel, where Tate – in a 2025 incident reported to police – “violently beat and choked” a woman named Brianna Stern, who later filed a lawsuit against him in Los Angeles. The details are harrowing: Stern claims they were having consensual sex when Tate began to choke her, and she “began crying and begging for him to stop. He would not.” Days later, she was diagnosed with a concussion after seeking medical attention, according to the complaint. She told NBC, “I was terrified that I might die.”

(Tate has denied the allegations and filed a $50 million countersuit against her, though a judge tossed parts of his case in December. Stern’s suit is scheduled to go to trial next year.)

Numerous other women have lodged rape and choking allegations against Tate, including conservative political influencer Lauren Southern, who detailed a choking rape in her memoir last year. A UK civil case brought by four women is inching through the London court system over alleged incidents between 2013 and 2015. One woman says Tate pointed a gun at her face and raped her. Another claims he frequently strangled her, while a third says he continued having sex with her after she lost consciousness from choking. One filing also states that he said he was “debating whether to rape” her.

In 2023, Tate was indicted in Romania, along with his brother Tristan and two Romanian women, on charges of human trafficking, rape, and forming an organized criminal group to sexually exploit women. He has bragged on record about trafficking women and treating them “like slaves.” Romania charged him with imprisoning women tattooed with “Tate Girl” and forcing them to perform webcam sex acts for hours at a time.

None of that disqualified him from our national Predators’ Ball. When Trump won the 2024 election, Tate tweeted that his Romanian rape case would be “dismissed” and added, “Watch this space ;-)”. That case remains open, but pro-Tate freaks in the Trump administration – likely including his former lawyer and current administration tool, Paul Ingrassia, who once called Tate a paragon of western masculinity – managed to spring him and his brother from Romania and fly them to Miami. There, they have resumed their rape-cheerleading influencer enterprise.

Zampolli, meanwhile, has gone on a misogynistic rampage of his own since his ex, Amanda Ungaro, accused him of cutting a deal with Melania to keep himself in Trump’s good graces. He has been raging in the Italian media against “whores” who accuse him of roofie rape or support his ex-wife in Brazil.

Zampolli clearly finds in Tate a kindred spirit and the rape-bro’s content creation den a safe space. There, he bragged to Tate about selling Boeing jets to Uzbekistan during one of his “envoy” jaunts for Trump: “$20 billion in 20 minutes, by the way. This is the art of the deal, the art of impossible.”

Tate replied, “I only did $19 billion in 20 minutes, so you’ve beaten my record.”

Zampolli accepted the compliment:

Well, if you also would be selling Boeing like me, we have to compete. Like I told Jeff [presumably Jeff Shockey, Boeing’s EVP of Government Operations, Global Public Policy & Corporate Strategy] for the head of buying that as I’m the second best served person after the president of the United States of America, which he beat me a lot, and they told me, ‘Would he be upset?’ I said, ‘No, absolutely not. This is called fair competition.’ More Boeing we sell, more job we give to America [sic].

Trying to imagine a Boeing executive forced to pretend to respect this depraved Epstein demimonde apparatchik almost makes me feel sorry for him.

A spokeswoman for the Milken Institute emailed the Freakshow that “Andrew Tate was not registered for and did not attend the Milken Institute Global Conference. He also did not attend any Milken Institute-hosted events alongside the conference.” She added that Zampolli had been invited by a sponsor. “There are many events held on the sidelines of the Milken Institute Global Conference with which we do not have any connection or oversight. I believe this is where Zampolli and Tate spoke.”

Well, Tate was undoubtedly slinking around and proud of it. In a video tweeted from what appears to be a private jet, he boasted about not having to pay for his Milken ticket and said he was invited “because I’m a rich n---, I’m there doing rich n--- shit.”

In the video with Zampolli, he was less profane: “We met earlier at the Milken conference. I’m taking this so seriously. I’ve even got some written down questions because I know you’re a serious businessman who’s done some very serious things… Are you enjoying the Milken conference? What do you think? This is my first one, but there’s some interesting people here.”

Zampolli replied with the signature obsequy that has made him the perfect Trump tool. “Oh, well, I want to thank Mr. Milken to have invite me here for sport diplomacy. There is big panels of sport. We have a lots of sport people… And it’s an honor to be – thank you, Mr. Milken for inviting me” [sic].

It’s 2026. Jeff’s been dead eight years. The mansion is shuttered, the island swept clean of predators.

But there is still always a cozy conclave in America where the Epstein class can schmooze

.Nina Burleigh is a journalist, author, documentary producer, and adjunct professor at New York University's Arthur L. Carter Journalism Institute. She has written eight books including her recently published novel, Zero Visibility Possible.

Katie Chenoweth is associate professor of French at Princeton University and an investigative researcher
Reprinted with permission from American Freakshow
Top Hegseth Aide Is Former Mob Lawyer Linked To Epstein And Trump Coverups

Top Hegseth Aide Is Former Mob Lawyer Linked To Epstein And Trump Coverups

Steve Bannon is our favorite felonious Epstein supervillain. He’s actually fun to talk to and has brilliant media instincts (flooding the zone with shit – his great insight – most certainly works). As the information sewer overflows, it becomes impossible to keep track of rampant abuses of power, open-air corruption and the networks that keep the sordid operation going. The shit-flood and the scoop-obsessed news cycle work together like a bomb going off and burying the witnesses.

Sometimes it pays to stop and dig around. In the age of the Epstein cover-up, it behooves us not to forget the unanswered questions.

Today we will revisit the career of Pete Hegseth’s top aide, former New York mob attorney Tim Parlatore.

Parlatore – born Timothy Payne – attended Brooklyn Law, like Trump’s better-known guard dog and personal lawyer, Acting Attorney General Todd “Whiteout” Blanche. Not Yale. Not Harvard. These guys might not be Roy Cohn, but they came up cold and hard through the same Gotham legal networks that enabled Donald Trump’s game for decades.

Parlatore got his start in criminal defense law at the knee of Bruce Cutler, mobster John Gotti’s famously combative lawyer. His first case that garnered media attention was in defense of a Marine Corps reservist and Iraq War veteran charged with animal cruelty for kicking his girlfriend’s dog. It’s not clear why he changed his last name from Payne, but a guy named “Parlatore” probably jived better with the likes of Gambino family “made man” Joseph Sclafani and Bonanno family soldier Anthony “Skinny” Santoro. (For more on Parlatore’s curious path, read national security writer Seth Hettena here.)

At the Pentagon, Parlatore has distinguished himself by drafting unconstitutional restrictions on the press while simultaneously propping up his flop-sweating former client, Pete Hegseth. He got to know the philandering, boozing Fox News host while helping settle a roofie rape accusation against him. Before that, Parlatore had won virility-obsessed Hegseth’s loyalty by successfully defending a truly psycho Navy Seal charged with war crimes in Iraq (fellow SEALs alleged that the man bragged about killing women and children and boasted of a “kill rate” of 10 to 20 people a day).

But Parlatore is not just a Pentagon macher. He is one of the top guardians Donald Trump has relied on to protect his dirtiest secrets.

Which brings us to Epstein.

Parlatore is in the Epstein files, representing the MCC guard who accompanied Epstein’s body from his jail cell to the hospital where he was pronounced dead – one of the first people to communicate with the duty guards responsible for watching over the incarcerated international trafficker.

But Parlatore also has another much deeper Epstein connection. He boarded the Trump train when post-presidential Donald needed “killer lawyers” to defend him against federal charges tied to the theft of classified documents found at Mar-a-Lago. A month after taking that case, Parlatore brought Darren Indyke into his law firm – yes, the same Darren Indyke who spent decades serving as Jeffrey Epstein’s personal lawyer.

This is the sequence of events: In September 2022, Parlatore publicly defended Trump on TV after the FBI’s search of Mar-a-Lago; in October 2022, he hired Indyke; by November 2022, Parlatore was formally part of Trump’s legal team handling the classified documents investigation.

Parlatore later stated that he personally oversaw and organized searches for classified documents at other Trump residences. He has scoffed at reporters who find the timing and fact of his hiring Epstein’s lawyer odd. After all, he was just giving the poor guy a break.

We still don’t know what Trump took or why. The indictment charged him with 37 federal counts – later increased to 40 – for willfully retaining classified documents, conspiring to obstruct justice, and making false statements after leaving office. The details are sketchy, but alarming. Trump made off with material related to nuclear information, U.S. and foreign military capabilities, contingency attack plans, intelligence sources and methods and other highly compartmentalized national security details.

We may never find out more because a Trump-appointed Florida tool, AKA Judge Aileen Cannon, tossed the case, sealed the record, and muzzled everyone under the threat of criminal charges.

Congressional Democrats who attended a closed briefing with special prosecutor Jack Smith could only sputter hints as to what they’d seen afterward. The Trump-retained materials were among “the most protected materials held by the federal government,” including a document so sensitive that access had reportedly been limited to “only six people” in the U.S. government.

Rep. Jamie Raskin (D-Md.) said a public hearing would have been “absolutely devastating to the president.” One box of documents had allegedly been scanned onto a Trump aide’s laptop and uploaded to the cloud, which he argued created an entirely separate set of security concerns.

Raskin also said investigators found documents “pertinent to [Trump’s] business interests,” which he pointed out, raised questions about why the records were retained in the first place.

None of this should surprise anyone. Donald Trump has never been known to leave easy money on the table – from the post-Great Recession Trump University scam to the small vendors in Atlantic City he bankrupted by stiffing them for pianos and carpets at his doomed casinos, and now the latest, “Trump phones.”

Fleecing the government is also a family tradition. Daddy Fred Trump profiteered off of World War II GI Bill construction money, the Trump Organization was found guilty of tax fraud, Donald Trump evaded federal taxes for at least a decade, and now his conflicted son is making billion dollar deals with the Pentagon.

Back to Mr. Parlatore. Now that the depth and breadth of Epstein’s international networking and backchannel connections to U.S. government agencies are becoming known, the presence of an Epsteinworld insider like Indyke in the vicinity of the stolen documents case becomes even more interesting.

Before Tim Parlatore picked him up, Indyke had reportedly been laying low in South Florida, banking multimillion dollar profits from Epstein’s trust and working as a real estate agent. Parlatore says he felt sorry for him, and that Indyke assured his benefactor that the FBI had already interviewed him and found him blameless. Unsurprisingly, that doesn’t really hold up. In fact, several years prior, a 2020 settlement with Deutsche Bank noted that Indyke withdrew $800,000 between 2013 and 2017 in $7,500 increments – an amount clearly chosen to deliberately skirt the reporting triggers that would attract attention.

Indyke has since said the money was for “meals, gifts, and gratuities,” though DOJ files suggest Epstein’s global trafficking business was peaking during those same years. Any presumption of Indyke’s ignorance further eroded as the Files revealed him running numerous shell companies for Epstein. And COURIER recently discovered that Indyke lied to the House Oversight Committee about a $3 million house he received as a gift.

Darren Indyke’s sole qualification as a lawyer for the Parlatore Law Group is a career spent managing the legal and financial affairs of a global sex trafficker with deep ties to American and foreign power networks. Indyke possesses the kind of unique “skills” and knowledge that would undeniably come in handy if and when the Epstein cover-up gets too close to Trump.

The cover-up is vast – a vault of secrets going back decades and involving some of the most powerful men in the world. Epstein knew what those secrets were worth. Trump certainly does too.

The Parlatore Law Group, with attorneys playing both sides, should be on the House Oversight Committee’s radar.

Nina Burleigh is a journalist, author, documentary producer, and adjunct professor at New York University's Arthur L. Carter Journalism Institute. She has written eight books including her recently published novel, Zero Visibility Possible.

Katie Chenoweth is associate professor of French at Princeton University and an investigative researcher.

Reprinted with permission from American Freakshow

Possible Epstein Suicide Note Looks Real -- And May Prove He Killed Himself

Possible Epstein Suicide Note Looks Real -- And May Prove He Killed Himself

A federal judge has released a scrawled “suicide note” Jeffrey Epstein’s quadruple-murder-convicted cellmate says he found in a graphic novel left behind after the sex trafficker was moved out of his cell several weeks before he died. The note has been sealed for years in a case involving that inmate and a feud between lawyers. The New York Times recently petitioned to have it released and last night the paper of record published it.

“They investigated me for months — FOUND NOTHING!!!” the note begins. “It is a treat to be able to choose one’s time to say goodbye,” the note continues.

“Watcha want me to do — Bust out cryin!!

“NO FUN,” it concludes, with those words underlined. “NOT WORTH IT!!”

Unauthenticated note allegedly found in Jeffrey Epstein's cell after his alleged suicide in the Metropolitan Correctional Centr

The Times added that the note has not been authenticated.

The “bustin out cryin’” phrase doesn’t sound at all like Epstein, and already online armchair sleuths and Epstein-ologists are declaring it fake for that reason.

But it appears to have been a pet phrase of his. We’ve found three emails in the DOJ library over the years in which Epstein talked - with a friend and with his brother - about “bustin’ out cryin.”

In a New Year’s Eve 2016 email to childhood friend Terry Kafka, in a discussion about missing their friend Warren Eistenstin, who died in 2014, Epstein wrote “Whatcha want me todo / bust out cryin” adding “I get very nostalgic and truly miss warren. On nites like tonite.”

Earlier that year in an email to his brother Mark Epstein, who informed him that their cousin had become a grandfather, he had written “whtchoo want me todo -- bust out cryin” .

Three years later in a March 2019 email to his brother, (subject line: “tits”), just a few months before his arrest, he wrote “what would you like me to say , do ? bust out cryin”

The similarity of the language and the oddness of the phrase certainly suggest that note is authentic. And in fact, Epstein was deemed suicidal by the Bureau of Prisons, had been found unresponsive in his cell and taken to the prison hospital several weeks before he was found dead in his cell.

The question of whether he was murdered or killed himself has been hanging over the saga since practically the day he was found dead, with a broken hyoid bone. The New York medical examiner officially ruled a suicide.

But Epstein’s brother Mark - among many including Epstein’s lawyers - who believed he was murdered - hired the highly regarded independent pathologist Dr. Michael Baden, who served as New York’s chief medical examiner in the 1970s and who has weighed in on high profile murders over the years.

Baden concluded that Epstein’s injuries, including fractures to his larynx and hyoid bone, were “extremely unusual in suicidal hangings” and more consistent with “homicidal strangulation.” He urged authorities to look further: “There’s evidence here of homicide that should be investigated, to see if it is or isn’t homicide,” he said.

But he admitted his observations were not conclusive. And New York Chief Medical Examiner Dr. Barbara Sampson said she stood “firmly” behind findings in her autopsy report, which ruled Epstein hanged himself and temporarily quelled much of the speculation surrounding the financier’s death.

Nina Burleigh is a journalist, author, documentary producer, and adjunct professor at New York University's Arthur L. Carter Journalism Institute. She has written eight books including her recently published novel, Zero Visibility Possible.

Katie Chenoweth is associate professor of French at Princeton University and an investigative researcher.

Reprinted with permission from American Freakshow


After Gunshots Ring Out, MAGA Realizes That America Truly Needs Trump's Ballroom

After Gunshots Ring Out, MAGA Realizes That America Truly Needs Trump's Ballroom

I know you want me to Make it Make Sense.

Welcome to another lesson in the political applications of public trauma. Like some insidious machine, MAGA influencers and shills and bots went off Saturday night simultaneously, on cue using the mayhem to advance Dear Leader’s obsession with his wasteful ballroom. If you doubt this, you can watch Elon’s estranged baby mamma Ashley St. Clair streaming herself spilling the beans: “All of MAGA is paid and they coordinate their messaging in lockstep via groupchats,” she says. “All of these people came to the conclusion that after what they saw at the WHCD, their first thought was ‘Trump needs his ballroom.’”

Next, cue the conspiracy theories: A troubled Caltech grad takes his spot next to the other shooters who must have been Democratic plants Crooks and Robinson. These Manchurian candidates take their spots beside the chemtrails, UFO murders, vaccines with tracking microchips, and all the rest of the paranoid schizophrenic babble that one can hear on the street outside the Port Authority.

Oh and did pregnant Karoline Leavitt actually tell a red carpet reporter an hour or so before the evacuation that “shots will be fired”? Why yes!

Unlike the other two incellular maniacs, if Cole Tomas Allen actually pulled a trigger, and we don’t know now and may never er know, no one, thankfully, was killed. It’s not clear yet whether a Secret Service agent’s bulletproof vest sustained a friendly fire bullet or from the would-be assassin.

But in the telling of course the young man who traveled across the country on a train will have been motivated not by his own demons, not by maniacal but righteous rage at live broadcast state-sponsored murders, or Trump’s open-air racism.

He will have acted because, as Trump has announced, he “hated Christianity.” His “writings” will show this.

Hysterical early reports from MAGA influencers were that DC Hilton security was lax - dum-da-dum - cue Deep State enemies lurking. This turned out not to be the case - the shooter simply loped through a magnetic arc and got tackled on the fly - nowhere near the dais.

The real lax security of course started - as always - at the gun store, then on the cross country Amtrak train where he transported his weapons, then out on the street in DC where he toted them illegally, and then at the Hilton check-in a few days before the event.

But when CBS’ Margaret Brennan asked Trump’s personal attorney and Acting Attorney General Todd “Whiteout” Blanche about the guns, he swatted her down: “Look, this isn’t about, in my mind, changing the law or making the laws more restrictive around possession of firearms. …. “And I don’t think that that’s something we should be focused on right now in any way, shape or form.”

It’s never the guns.

To begin to be able to name what is going on, I recommend some reading about what our brothers and sisters in Russia have endured since the turn of the 21st Century. First, The Wizard of the Kremlin by Giuliano de Empoli, a fictionalized account of the schemes of Putin’s political stage manager, a former theater producer and reality show impresario-turned-strategist Vladislav Surkov. The Russian regime has mastered the art of using horrifying public trauma to manipulate the public.

Then, to understand the dazed and confused MAGA faithful who fall for the manufactured narrative every fucking time, read Nothing Is True and Everything Is Possible: The Surreal Heart of the New Russia, by Peter Pomerantsev, who reveals the stew of cults, regime lies, mass disinformation, and salvation narratives that have rendered much of the public incapable of critical thinking.

So many American journalists who should know better by now are still utterly flummoxed. Their training never prepared them for this moment, still reaching for fairness and norms, careers anchored in a lost era when one could assume that national leaders acted with some semblance of respect for civic discourse, and were still susceptible to shame.

To wit, this remarkable exchange on CNN today:

DANA BASH: You and your fellow Democrats have used some heated rhetoric against the president. Do you think twice about that when something like that happens?

Rep. JAMIE RASKIN: What rhetoric do you have in mind?

DANA BASH: That he’s terrible for this country and so on and so forth .. .

Oh America: Richest country on earth with a government ditching science, defying the Constitution, embracing religious and medical quackery for power. A stupid reality show with real menace, real guns, real war, real nukes, and real state terror. And now, cherry on top for history, grotesque images of Cabinet members, celebrities and DC swells in black tie, fleeing the sound of gunfire - broadcast around the world, to the sound of bleating MAGA minions calling for a new ballroom.

Kudos to the CAA agent photographed calmly forking up his spring pea and burrata salad while the room was evacuated. Huzzahs also to the table of celebrants who had the forethought to snatch bottles of wine and champagne for the road during evacuation - and selfie’d themselves! - while a photojournalist captured the scene.

That’s the spirit to match the times.

The photo made the morning edition of Italy’s newspaper La Repubblica. As one Italian commenter on Instagram put it: “Stati Uniti d’America ripiggliaventi!

It sounds better in the Italian but it means:

Get your act together, United States of America.

AUTHOR NOTE: The second novel in my Road Sign trilogy of dystopian satires is published. A while ago, I decided that some truths are more effectively communicated in fiction. The trilogy is about the effects of political uses of public trauma, pending climate catastrophe and mass media dissemination of real time violence on our souls.

Here’s a link to more information about the book on Amazon. If you, like me, are boycotting Bezos as much as possible, you can contact me directly right here on substack by replying to this newsletter email, and I’ll mail you copy, plus shipping. Still costs less than a pizza!

Nina Burleigh is a journalist, author, documentary producer, and adjunct professor at New York University's Arthur L. Carter Journalism Institute. She has written eight books including her recently published novel, Zero Visibility Possible.

Reprinted with permission from American Freakshow

Self-Abasement Theatre: The Curious Case Of Acting Attorney General Blanche

Self-Abasement Theatre: The Curious Case Of Acting Attorney General Blanche

Trump White House cabinet meetings are always opportunities for his appointees to humiliate and prostrate themselves before Dear Leader, but they usually keep the spectacle inside the West Wing. Last week, Acting Attorney General Todd Blanche brought the full Theater of Servility to the Justice Department, at a press conference that was supposed to be about fighting fraud (conveniently timed as the number of allies, donors and others convicted of fraud that President Trump has pardoned approached 70 and taxpayer repayment losses neared $2 billion).

Discussing his role as temporary – or quite possibly permanent – replacement for Pam Bondi, the aptly named Mr. Blanche (blanch is, fittingly, another word for whiten) used the occasion to publicly declare his devotion.

“As to whether or not I want this job, I did not ask for this job. I love working for President Trump,” he said. “If he chooses to nominate somebody else and asks me to go do something else, I will say, ‘Thank you very much. I love you, sir.’”

I love you sir.

I am something of a student of Mr. Blanche, having pored over some 500 pages of the insane softball interview he did with sex monster Ghislaine Maxwell before rewarding her with a transfer from a high-security penitentiary to a puppy and cupcakes Camp Fed.

The heartfelt “I love you” struck me as worthy of further research.

What, exactly, would provoke a smart man with a law degree and a decent reputation to this level of public self-abasement?

A little digging turned up what looks like Todd’s Rosebud.

Blanche was born in 1974, a solid Gen X guy, son of a preacher man. When he was about ten years old, his father, Rev. Richard Blanche of Faith Bible Fellowship International, lost his church building and started hosting his flock at the family’s split-level ranch on a suburban cul-de-sac in Colorado Springs.

Three or four times a week, Rev. Blanche would set up folding chairs for 60 to 70 people in his living room and preach. Faith Bible International is a Pentecostal church, a “charismatic” sect, where speaking in tongues and other emotional noise-making is encouraged.

Soon enough, neighbors complained. Since the area was not zoned for such gatherings, the City of Colorado Springs ordered him to stop.

The order is somewhat surprising, given that Colorado Springs is a locus of hyper-Christianity – home to NORAD and the US Air Force Academy (about seven miles away from the Blanche home), totally proselytized by evangelical Christians to this day.

The presence of so many religious wackos around the tip of the fearsome nuclear spear is one of the great symbols of the American superpower.

Todd’s dad did not take the city’s orders lying down. He resisted, got a six-month prison sentence and multiple fines. Rev. Blanche’s case was no minor pro se zoning defense — it escalated into organized constitutional litigation with lawyers from the nascent (now powerful) national religious-liberty legal groups.

Eventually, he became something of a minor cause célèbre. The conservative Rutherford Institute was the first to step in, followed by the Christian Legal Association, which used the case to mount a deliberate constitutional confrontation over religious land use.

For context: In the 1980s, religious proselytizers warned that American secularism was on the verge of using state power to crush believers and drive them into secret meetings in basements, as had supposedly happened in Soviet Russia. The paranoia of the American Christianity with which we are so familiar today – the persistent claim of being “under assault” – was just ginning up.

In 1986, Liberty University’s The Fundamentalist Journal published a lengthy article on Rev. Blanche’s travails. In it, he claimed the stakes were extremely high: “A prayer before a meal or devotions among family members could constitute religious activity,” he warned – and could be banned.

We can surmise a few things about the effect this might have had on Todd in his formative years, growing up in a fervent white Protestant Pentecostal family with in-home churching.

Psychologists and sociologists have long documented a persistent link between sectarian Protestantism and authoritarian parenting ideologies. In its more rigid expressions, Christian nationalist parenting produces a certain type of adult in whom obedience to authority, including submission to – if not a deep need for – a powerful daddy figure, is thoroughly embedded.

As a boy, Todd witnessed the spectacle of state power crushing his dad’s freedom to worship in their home. Despite the Christian legal community’s best efforts, eventually the liberals won.

The Blanche family eventually moved to Florida. Todd went off to a four-year military high school in New Mexico, then bounced through LSU, Beloit and American University (he was a stellar athlete). Unsurprisingly, given his youthful exposure to the legal system, he chose to go into law. No Ivy League for this preacher’s son… he took classes at Brooklyn College of Law at night, while grinding as a paralegal during the day.

Blanche eventually worked his way into Cadwalader, Wickersham & Taft, one of Manhattan’s whitest white-shoe law firms. He was reportedly in the running for a federal judgeship, but those hopes were dashed when Sen. Chuck Schumer announced that he would not be appointing white males for a while – a DEI affront Blanche has never forgotten.

During Trump 1.0, he defended some Trumpworld denizens, including Paul Manafort, who was serving a 47-month federal sentence for bank fraud, tax fraud, and failure to disclose foreign bank accounts. Blanche managed to prevent New York prosecutors from bringing state charges (brought specifically to fend off an expected Trump pardon) and Manafort soon walked.

From there, he moved up the food chain: Trump lawyer Boris Epshteyn, Rudy Giuliani pal Igor Fruman, and other figures from the extended underworld. All that success caught Trump’s attention and Blanche left the firm to become the Big Man’s personal lawyer. That decision, he has said, was made in part out of disgust with the New York legal community’s supposed unwillingness to defend Trump (though Trump’s litigation probably kept plenty of lawyers well-fed for years).

Blanche now plays Tom Hagen to Trump’s Godfather – the indispensable chill consigliere, the one non-blood-related member of the trusted circle. He ran defense in the Stormy Daniels hush money case, the Georgia election scheme, and Mar-a-Lago classified documents mess.

As Deputy Attorney General, Blanche has continued to prioritize defending Client Number One over the American people. He sat by while his boss pardoned more than a thousand J6 criminals and dozens of fraudsters. After the DOJ pulled a thousand FBI agents off of crime-fighting duties to scour the Epstein files for mentions of Trump before the releases began, Blanche spent two days in a Tallahassee women’s prison gently and obsequiously interviewing Ghislaine Maxwell before she was transferred to a low-security facility with puppies and a comfy room for family visits where prison staff provide snacks.

And last summer, as DOJ panic over the Epstein files release demands reached a fever pitch, Blanche ordered the FBI to place images from the sealed trafficking cases – including material related to Epstein’s jail death – on a thumb drive, then somehow “lost” it, provoking a frenzy of concern. The end result? Nothing was released.

Blanche appears to have found his life’s calling – using state power to defend an autocrat who provides him and the rest of the MAGAs with a Big Daddy to cower to, venerate and obey.

During the Stormy Daniels trial, Blanche subjected himself to withering abuse. According to Jonathan Karl’s book, Tired of Winning, Trump at one point accused Blanche of making decisions that would destroy his chances of a second term (blaming a lawyer rather than the entitled decisionmaking that created the crisis in the first place… of course).

“You little fucker!” Trump shouted in Blanche’s face, according to Karl’s source. “You are going to cost me the presidency!” He went on to lash out against other lawyers on his team, saying: “They want me to be indicted! That’s in the middle of the primaries! If I lose the presidency, you are going to be the reason!”

One of the first things Blanche did after replacing Bondi was to declare the Epstein case over and done with, with no more releases planned – despite three million pages of documents still secreted in the vault. Tomorrow, Todd Blanche is scheduled to be questioned by the House Oversight Committee in a closed-door session.

Fear not, oh Donald, my liege; the Epstein cover-up is in good hands.

Mr. Whiteout is on the case.

Nina Burleigh is a journalist, author, documentary producer, and adjunct professor at New York University's Arthur L. Carter Journalism Institute. She has written eight books including her recently published novel, Zero Visibility Possible.

Reprinted with permission from American Freakshow

The Accountant's Suitcases: What Really Happened To Contents Of Epstein Safe?

The Accountant's Suitcases: What Really Happened To Contents Of Epstein Safe?

Let’s say you’re a middle-aged accountant who has spent your career working for one very rich, globally connected man. It’s high summer and you’re in the Hamptons when you get word that Number One Client – your only client – has been arrested by the feds. You may or may not have an idea why. You know a lot about Number One Client. You know where his money is, how his hundreds of millions are structured. He pays you handsomely for it. You also pay his bills, including wires totaling hundreds of thousands of dollars over the years to girls. You might even know, as the President of the United States has said, that Number One Client likes girls “on the young side.”

He’s been in trouble before, and authorities never bothered with you. But now, not only is he in jail, federal agents have broken down the baronial door of his Upper East Side mansion and are pawing through everything – the sex toys, the massage tables, the taxidermied dogs… and the safe.

Cutting through it with a diamond-tipped saw took the good part of a night. Inside: 48 loose diamonds, envelopes of cash totaling $70,000, multiple hard drives, binders of CDs, and various passports (Israeli, Austrian, and American – all with Epstein’s photo, but not his name).

Suspicious!

But their warrant – narrowly focused on sex crimes from 2002-2005 – doesn’t allow the feds to seize that stuff on the spot. They could cart off CDs found elsewhere labeled in ways related to their quest, like, for example, “Misc. Girls Nude/Dinner—Scientists.” But they need another warrant for the passports, cash, and unlabeled CDs.

They leave.

You have a choice: Stay at the beach? Go back to the city?

No rush!

With the boss in jail as of July 2019, Jeffrey Epstein’s longtime accountant Richard Kahn really was in no hurry to get back to the city. He says he left it to the house manager to decide how to handle the feds and their quest.

Incredibly, in the two official federal investigations into Epstein, no one seems to have bothered to interrogate Kahn about anything – let alone this episode – until the House Oversight Committee called him in last month.

Kahn told them that “I received a call from Merwin [Dela Cruz, the house manager] … telling me that ‘I packed up two bags of Epstein’s belongings or things that were safe, and I left them with your doorman in New York City. I just wanted to let you know.’ I said to him, ‘I’m not home. I’ll be home in three or four days. And, you know, at that time, I’ll bring it up to my apartment.’” Kahn says he moseyed back to Manhattan, found the suitcases with his doorman, and brought them up. “I never touched them. I never opened them. I left them in my dining room.”

Well, the house manager told a very different story. When the FBI returned to the mansion with a warrant for the safe’s contents, they found it empty. According to the FBI’s handwritten notes, Dela Cruz said that Kahn, who he described as “the money guy,” had instructed him to pack the contents of the safe into two suitcases and deliver them directly to his – Kahn’s – apartment dining room on Sunday, his day off.

The FBI called Kahn to get the suitcases out of his apartment and into their hands. Kahn added his lawyer to the call. He claims he was back in his office that day and had returned the “never touched” suitcases to the mansion within 20 or 30 minutes of hearing that the FBI wanted them.

The New York FBI did eventually get their hands on some of the materials from the safe. But even then, the logging of them was weirdly delayed, by at least a month in some cases, according to the records. Released DOJ records indicate that the FBI’s logged contents included unlabeled hard drives and approximately eight binders containing CDs of photos, in addition to the cash, diamonds, and passports.

But a property receipt from the initial FBI search indicates that the only items seized from the safe at the time were two black binders of CDs and 13 loose CDs. Special Agent Kelly Maguire, the leader of the team that searched the house, testified at Ghislaine Maxwell’s trial that agents did not have the legal authority to seize other CDs at that time.

So where did they go? What else of interest might have been on disks stored in a safe alongside loose diamonds and fake passports?

Former U.S. Attorney for the Southern District of New York, Geoffrey Berman, wrote in his book Holding the Line that the FBI also discovered an Israeli passport inside the safe. We have not found any trace of that passport in the files released by the DOJ.

Michael Wolff has claimed that Epstein kept “a dozen or so” compromising photos of Trump in his safe, and would occasionally take them out to show Wolff and other friends. There is no record of those photos in the DOJ files released so far.

Special Agent Maguire did speak with Richard Kahn on the phone before the suitcases were returned. According to the call’s FD-302 interview form, Kahn was careful to add his attorney, who advised that Kahn had not opened or tampered with the contents of the suitcases and would return them to Epstein’s house in 20-30 minutes, which he reportedly did.

The FBI took the suitcases, gave Kahn a property receipt, and moved them to a secure location at the FBI New York Operations Center.

After Kahn handed over the suitcases, the record reveals more errors, inconsistencies, delays, and general weirdness in the FBI’s handling of the evidence from the safe and their reporting of these events. A “book of CDs” appeared in one inventory of the suitcases on July 11, only to be flagged as an erroneous entry in an “amended inventory” 20 days later.

FBI photographs of the suitcases taken on July 11, 2019 include two black images that are not redactions. Documentation pertaining to Kahn appears to have been entered with significant delays compared to other similar reports. A 302 report and inventory of the suitcases from Kahn were drafted on July 17, 2019, but not entered until over a month later on August 20 – ten days after Epstein’s death.

Kahn’s sworn testimony regarding the safe’s contents and the suitcases directly contradicts an FBI Task Force Officer’s sworn affidavit filed by SDNY in applications for subsequent search warrants (which only include the house manager’s version of events).

A cover-up?

Much like COURIER national correspondent Camaron Stevenson’s reporting on Kahn’s partner in Epstein-world, lawyer Darren Indyke, we find Kahn’s testimony to the Oversight Committee to be seriously undermined by the DOJ’s own files.

At the very least, we know the FBI’s handling of the safe materials and Richard Kahn’s interim possession of them destroyed a clean chain of evidence from the get-go.

Nina Burleigh is a journalist, author, documentary producer, and adjunct professor at New York University's Arthur L. Carter Journalism Institute. She has written eight books including her recently published novel, Zero Visibility Possible.

Katie Chenoweth is associate professor of French at Princeton University and an investigative researcher.

Reprinted with permission from American Freakshow

Continuing Under Bondi And Patel, The Epstein Coverup Is The Crime

Continuing Under Bondi And Patel, The Epstein Coverup Is The Crime

Last week, independent journalist Jacqueline Sweet penned an “exclusive” report in the New York Post on the 37 missing pages tied to a woman making serious allegations against Donald Trump. Sweet is a solid reporter, with works published in Rolling Stone and The Guardian, and has consistently expressed skepticism – both online and personally to us – about the validity of the woman’s claims.

She has been getting access to material that is not public. In an earlier piece for the Guardian, based on information leaked to her, she revealed that the accuser had a criminal record – which the Department of Justice (DOJ) eventually confirmed by releasing the pages.

Now, someone with access to the full Epstein files has leaked again… but only Sweet and the Murdoch tabloid have gotten a look at the pages. As she wrote: “The 37 pages, which aren’t public but have been reviewed by The Post, include sickening claims that Epstein began abusing the woman during a visit to Hilton Head Island when the accuser was just 13 and forced her to perform oral sex on Trump.”

In her Guardian article, Sweet called the claims “outlandish.” Clearly she finds the witness not at all credible. And that’s fine.

But the decision to share “documents that are not public” with a Murdoch tabloid is curious. Maybe other editors weren’t interested? Or maybe the source doesn’t want them widely read quite yet?

We reported on some of these missing pages early – first, in fact – in a post titled “Protect Source,” the tag attached to the unnamed woman’s claims in the available files. We noticed gaps in the DOJ’s numbering system that indicated they were covering up some missing interviews. We reported the lurid allegations with caveats because the Epstein files contain many unproven claims and we resist the Pizzagate, Satanic-panic theorizing that has been re-emerging amidst the online DIY investigation frenzy.

This particular accusation, however, seemed to warrant closer scrutiny from members of Congress, primarily, we thought, because of the unusual “Protect Source” designation. The story of the missing pages drew mainstream attention from NPR to the New York Times. More than a month later, professional Never Trumpers and Epstein-ologists are still devoting tens of thousands of written and spoken words to the topic.

The impetus for this obsession is the belief that the files hold a silver bullet against Donald Trump: Somewhere, a grown woman who, as a teenager, was preyed upon by a younger Trump, will emerge and finally take him down.

I have some doubts about the woman’s Trump story myself, but the behavior of the DOJ is even more suspicious. First they withheld pages. Then they claimed they were duplicative – which they are not. Then someone leaked a few to Sweet and right-wing news site Breitbart.

The DOJ continues to withhold additional pages. Now they appear to be selectively dropping them to a single journalist and two Trump-friendly outlets.

The accuser’s description of Epstein’s MO certainly sounds familiar: lured to a vacation home, plied with booze, talked into bringing other 13-year-olds around. Plus she described Jeff’s snaggletooth, which he hides in most photographs. Sweet has insisted that there is no evidence Epstein was ever in South Carolina in the ‘80s, but of course the absence of a travel record means nothing. We have already uncovered evidence that he was in unexpected places in the ‘80s, like Kuala Lumpur.

He was still just a Coney Island thug then, on his way to becoming James Bondstein.

But let’s be real about our expectations.

First: Trump’s predatory inclinations are baked into his appeal. He survived E. Jean Carroll’s lawsuit as well as dozens of women alleging that he was, at best, a sex pest and at worst, a sexual assaulter. Will a woman now in her late 50s or 60s with decades-old memories be the person who finally takes down the nearly 80-year-old Leader of the Free World? To paraphrase his infamous 2015 boast: he could probably live down an alleged rape on Fifth Avenue.

Second: Attorney General Pam Bondi and FBI Director "K$H" Patel had their hands deep in the Epstein files early on. In March 2025, FBI agents were pulled away from crime-fighting to scour the files, ostensibly for the mythical “client list” that so obsessed the MAGAs (which in fact already existed publicly in Epstein’s black book), but additionally to “flag” mentions of Donald Trump. An FBI whistleblower told Sen. Dick Durbin, Ranking Member of the Senate Judiciary Committee, that agents were working 48-hour shifts and given spreadsheets to fill out.

But the coverup started long before that – in Palm Beach, where prosecutors allowed Epstein’s white shoe powerhouse attorneys to send their own investigators into his mansion to remove evidence, including computers, never to be seen again.

It continued in 2019, when FBI agents inside Epstein’s New York mansion – apparently without the proper warrants – let longtime accountant Richard Kahn remove items from a safe, only to return later with a curated selection of whatever had been in it. FBI records of this are murky and deserve congressional attention. This episode is so suspicious and strange that we will devote an entire newsletter to it next week so stay tuned.

The coverup continues to this minute, with the Bondi DOJ still redacting the names of Epstein’s rich and powerful johns.

So: Eyes on the prize. The Epstein coverup IS the crime. And the closest thing we have to a silver bullet.

Nina Burleigh is a journalist, author, documentary producer, and adjunct professor at New York University's Arthur L. Carter Journalism Institute. She has written eight books including her recently published novel, Zero Visibility Possible.

Katie Chenoweth is associate professor of French at Princeton University and an investigative researcher.

Reprinted with permission from American Freakshow

At United Nations, Melania Trolls The World Her Husband Set On Fire

At United Nations, Melania Trolls The World Her Husband Set On Fire

As the Trump-provoked regional war expanded disastrously by the hour, the White House dispatched Melania to preside over the U.N. Security Council today. The Council is the U.N.’s principal organization responsible for safeguarding international peace and security. The chairmanship rotates monthly by nation and March is America’s turn.

“In a historic move, First Lady Melania Trump addressed the U.N. Security Council as the United States assumed its Presidency,” her office announced as she delivered a nugatory word salad of a speech titled “Peace Through Education.” Without the digital watermark, it’s impossible to be sure, but it had the emotionally vacant pablum flavor of AI writing throughout. For example: “Intellect blossoms humanity’s fundamental needs: shelter, food security, clean water, and health care. And predictably, almost all communities will have access to knowledge within our lifetimes.”

As children were being shredded under an American-Israeli carpet bombing of Tehran –Secretary Kegseth promised there were “no rules of engagement” in this war –Melania’s soigné presence was a middle finger from our warmongering nation to the international community. In its sheer grotesquery, it recalled Imelda Marcos collecting thousands of pairs of shoes while her husband’s secret police left tortured corpses in the gutters of Manila.

Melania at the Security Council is a wink-wink from the administration’s Groypers and Bronze Age Pervert fans to the MAGA sector that prefers the Taliban model when it comes to women and politics. Having a resume that starts and ends with being a mute human accessory makes her the Trump movement’s ideal woman.

I’m guessing the producers of this cynical spectacle are members of the Tate Brothers A-Team. This claque of Trump Administration incels and misogynists brought notorious rape-propagandists to the U.S., platformed pastors and other wackos who believe women should “submit” and should not vote, draped the Department of Education with a giant banner of a 19th-century anti-suffragist, removed women from leadership roles in the Pentagon and elsewhere, and erased government websites and plaques celebrating American women’s contributions to government, culture, and the sciences.

The Trump movement, from the day he rode down the elevator in 2015 with his silent “supermodel,” has always been about promoting the transactional femme as the ideal model for women. Melania wielding the gavel at the U.N. Security Council models to girls and women that if you do exactly what the patriarchy wants you to do – speak little, moisturize, provide sexual titillation, and learn to balance on hobbling fuck-me shoes – you too might reach high places, at least for that killer photo shoot.

There is a certain feminine strength in this work, don’t underestimate it. It is not easy to pick your way down jetway steps in stilettos without looking down. It is even harder to suppress your gag reflex at the breath of disgusting old men.

Melania comes from the same school of hard knocks that produced those tough, hustling Epstein-affiliated Russian women who endured revulsion and humiliation and carried on regardless – some of whom are now CEOs of their own Silicon Valley companies.

Melania’s path required less of her intellectually, but no less in humiliation.

What would you do for a free Trump Tower apartment for yourself and your family of chain immigrants? Dahhling, would you pose naked in a chain-mail bra and S&M blinders in a fake Air Force One cockpit? Pose again, naked and in handcuffs?* Coo to Howard Stern on live radio about your tubby, insecure, but rich boyfriend’s sexual prowess?

No. It is NOT a walk in the park to be a Melania. But if you can make it look easy, and better yet, look as though you like it (she has some challenges with that), there are rewards.

The Trump era opened with the slap-in-the-face 2016 election of a self-described “pussy grabber.” This second regime is an out and proud Predator’s Ball, from the convicted felon president himself down to our roofie-rape-accused “Secretary of War,” to sex-assault and stalking-accused DHS shadow boss Corey Lewandowski, to Nazi-loving manosphere minion Paul Ingrassia, the Tate bro fanboy lawyer who has written that the rape-cheerleading brothers represent “hope for the survival of manhood.” Kegseth recently befouled the halls of the Pentagon by bringing in for a prayer session his “pastor,” Doug Wilson, who believes marital rape is impossible because when a woman says “I do,” she consents for life.

Last week, video circulated of lunatic Christian nationalist pastor Dale Partridge instructing the women of his congregation to model “joyful submission” to their husbands as an example to “insubordinate feminist women” everywhere: “Our duty as the church is to tell the world what is normal.”

That is normal?

For millions of real American girls and women, the role model is Taylor Swift: a sexy self-made billionaire about to marry a hot football star whose dick works so well she has written songs about it. That combination enrages Trumpy predators and their fanboys.

One of martyred Charlie Kirk’s last Twitter chatrooms convened a gang of millennial assholes to debate: “Should Taylor Swift submit to Travis Kelce?” I tuned in for a minute. The last words I think I heard the living Kirk say were: “I don’t want a wife who tells me what to do with my money.” Ironically, said wife now controls his tens of millions of dollars. Oh.

In Trumpworld, normal is Epsteinism: a philosophy and way of life in which women are not human but mannequins to decorate the boys club – sex toys for entertainment. Despite the second wave, despite Me Too, despite women outpacing men in school and professional life, Epsteinism never really died out.

But oh, the rewards of trading your autonomy, dignity and self-respect in Trumpworld! Pose nearly nude and purr sexily to Howard Stern about how Donald beds you several times a day...

I really don’t care, do u?

The sum total of what Melania has done for the world so far: accessorized her oafish mate, tore up the White House Rose Garden, hated on her Christmas duties, and rehabilitated junior Harvey Weinstein (Brett Ratner).

She didn’t sign up with Donald to become First Lady of America. She has submitted to stumble-reading speeches written by Trump hacks with more crypto interests than brains. At least at the UN – the Tower of Babel – she could have finally spoken in Slovenian, her native language, the one she actually knows, thereby giving a little paid work to one of the translators who, along with much U.N. staff, will soon be out of work, if not already unemployed thanks to AI and the international organization’s declining budget.

Melania’s great legacy will be that she modeled submission to America’s insubordinate women.

In her willingness to serve as a silent prop for photo shoots and participate in the occasional trolling stunt like today’s at the U.N., Melania serves another political purpose. As Steve Bannon understood from Gamergate, misogyny is a powerful organizing force for the MAGA brotherhood of unhappy American men – men brutalized by forces that women have nothing to do with, starting with war.

Nina Burleigh is a journalist, author, documentary producer, and adjunct professor at New York University's Arthur L. Carter Journalism Institute. She has written eight books including her recently published novel, Zero Visibility Possible.

Reprinted with permission from American Freakshow

'Protect Source': Where Are Missing FBI Interviews With Trump Accuser?

'Protect Source': Where Are Missing FBI Interviews With Trump Accuser?

Here at the Freakshow, like everyone else, we sift through the millions of pages in the Epstein files with an eye for the elusive Trump connection, some proof behind the long-circulating rumors about his participation in the frolics Epstein arranged for himself and his coterie of wealthy ogres.

Earlier this week, journalist Roger Sollenberger published a piece examining evidence the FBI appears to have concealed involving Trump. It centers on a July 2019 interview with a woman who claimed to the FBI that she met Epstein in South Carolina in 1983 or 1984, when she was 13 years old. According to her account, Epstein tricked her into showing up at his vacation rental by claiming to need a babysitter. There were, in fact, no children. Instead, she says, he drugged her, took nude pictures, and raped her.

So far, another revolting Epstein story.

But this one scales up.

The redacted victim in that interview has biographical details that closely match those of another redacted-name woman. In separate documents within the Epstein files and in a court filing, that woman alleged that Epstein took her to New York and exposed her to “wealthy older men” as “fresh meat.” She further claimed that he introduced her to a man – Trump – who sexually assaulted and “punched her in the head.”

The Epstein files are full of outrageous allegations that can be dismissed for lack of corroboration: the FBI fielded and recorded wild claims of murder, child sacrifice, and even stories of Trump on a yacht in Lake Michigan tossing a baby overboard. The existence of large victim compensation funds from the Epstein estate to accusers and their attorneys naturally attracts con artists and grifters. It is a magnet for the fantasies and lies of untold numbers of celebrity-seekers and other lunatics. We can see the Satanic panic conspiracy of the Pizzagate era rising again in some of the Epstein DIY research and commentary.

This particular accusation, however, invites a closer look from members of Congress who have access to the unredacted Epstein material.

Here’s why:

  1. It appears that the FBI interviewed this woman four times over a period of a few weeks in the summer of 2019. But only one of the four interviews is in the released files.
  2. The agents clearly believed the woman had something to fear. Her name is always redacted but followed by the words in all caps: PROTECT SOURCE. This designation is nowhere else in the Epstein files. An FBI source we spoke with told us it is typically used for high-risk informants such as mafia rats.
  3. In the single interview included in the release, the woman showed FBI agents a photo of Epstein and Trump on her phone. She then asked if she could crop out the second person. When agents asked about the second man, her lawyer intervened, stating that “[REDACTED] was concerned about implicating additional individuals, and specifically any that were well known, due to fear of retaliation.”


  1. In an October 2019 call between the FBI and her attorney, also logged by the FBI, the attorney referenced “information regarding any investigation into a recent suspicious incident that occurred at [redacted] place of employment.” (Mentions of “suspicious incidents” confronting Trump accusers at work remind us of Stormy Daniels’ account of the creepy thug who threatened her and her baby daughter in a Vegas parking lot when she was preparing to go public about her tryst with Donald).
  2. The DOJ appears to have gone to great lengths to hide the fact that they removed pages of interaction with the woman. The released Epstein files use a secondary numbering system that appears sequential, but in this case conceals significant gaps in the primary record. The woman’s first interview with the FBI, labeled “Interview One,” begins at serial -001. In the released files, the documents then jump to -008, -009, and -010 for a series of photos that include one of Epstein and Trump, with Trump cropped out, followed by images of the accuser as a teenager with friends. Three numbered records then appear relating to her initial FBI phone interview and two contacts with the Bloom firm. The six missing items of evidence could be images or text. If they are text, they could amount to many more pages in total, as the first interview runs nine pages long.
  3. In one undated document that appears to be what the FBI calls a case index, there are four PROTECT SOURCE interviews listed, clearly with the same woman. We only have one of them. Where are serials 252, 264 and 312 – corresponding to Interviews 2,3, and 4?

  1. There is another tell. The one interview we have is titled “Interview One.” The standard FBI practice throughout the Epstein files is to title interviews “Interview of [person]” — unless there are multiple interviews, in which case they are numbered.
  1. We know this woman’s report concerned the DOJ because in July 2025, as the Department was facing calls to release the files, an internal email placed Trump at the top of a list of accused individuals on a PowerPoint presentation. His name was highlighted in yellow for “salacious” accusations, alongside Leon Black, Les Wexner, and others.
  2. Because of that email and an FBI powerpoint also in the files, we know that a search for Donald Trump’s name in July 2025 returned “a positive case hit” in FBI lingo. This email implies it was documented in an attached spreadsheet which is not in the files now.

The details in the internal FBI email and PowerPoint closely align with the allegations made by a South Carolina woman represented as Jane Doe 4 by attorney Arick Fudali of the Lisa Bloom firm, which currently represents 11 Epstein accusers.

From the FBI Power Point:

[Redacted] stated Epstein introduced her to Trump who subsequently forced her head down to his exposed penis which is subsequently bite [sic]. In response, Trump punched her in the head and kicked her out.

From the Bloom firm lawsuit:

Epstein’s sexual abuse of Jane Doe 4 continued across state lines. On information and belief, Epstein flew Jane Doe 4 to New York, New York on approximately three of four occasions. During these trips, Epstein brought Jane Doe 4 to intimate gatherings with other prominent, wealthy men. It was later made clear to Jane Doe 4 that Epstein brought her to these parties to essentially offer her up as “fresh meat” to these other men. Jane Doe 4 was brutally and forcibly battered, assaulted, and raped by these other men she met through Epstein. On one occasion, one of these prominent men forcibly slapped Jane Doe 4 in the face after she was forced to perform oral sex on him. This same man forcibly raped her, penetrating her both vaginally and anally.

Jane Doe 4 settled with the Epstein estate and was paid, according to her attorney, though the Victims Compensation Fund reportedly rejected her claim. Lisa Bloom, in an email to us Sunday night, declined to comment. Bloom also briefly involved herself in the media rollout of the pre-2016 Trump “rape” accusation by the pseudonymous Katie Johnson, which fell apart before the press conference and was never been corroborated nor litigated.

Experienced Epstein researchers, including Thomas Volscho, have stated good reasons why this allegation should be treated with caution.

At the Freakshow, we assume the DOJ aggressively sanitized the Epstein files of anything Trump during the frenzied order from Kash Patel (K$H) and Pam Bondi last March, which put a legion of FBI officers on 24-hour shifts to find mentions of Don. Victims have stated that some of their FBI interviews and naming of names are not in the released files. We also know the release itself has been chaotic, the whole operation carried out in a state of panic, and that mistakes have been made.

To recap: we have an FBI email and an FBI powerpoint both referencing the Trump allegation, but we do not have the records or interviews to which the email and powerpoint refer. We have a victim who asked that Trump be cropped out of a photo with Epstein on her phone. We have missing and renumbered documents.

This could be nothing more than a coincidence due to sloppy panicked document dumping.

Or it could be something else.

The woman stopped cooperating with the FBI, never filed a civil case, and never publicly mentioned Trump. This chilling note suggests one reason FBI thought PROTECT SOURCE was needed:


We respectfully suggest that our elected officials in DC take a closer look, especially the Congresswoman from South Carolina, Rep. Nancy Mace.

Nina Burleigh is a journalist, author, documentary producer, and adjunct professor at New York University's Arthur L. Carter Journalism Institute. She has written eight books including her recently published novel, Zero Visibility Possible.

Reprinted with permission from American Freakshow

Women Or Children? Epstein's Johns Aren't All Pedos, But They All Hate Women

Women Or Children? Epstein's Johns Aren't All Pedos, But They All Hate Women

One popular shorthand for the Epstein story is “pedo elite.” But not all his johns are pedophiles and not all the women he trafficked were children. On that narrow point, his lawyer and occasional Lolita Express passenger, the odious Alan Dershowitz is correct: Epstein was not exclusively trafficking minors. From what we can tell, many of his victims were young women in their late teens or early twenties – procured, processed and trained by Epstein, then pimped out to men whose dirty little secrets might later prove useful for Jeff.

To sit with the files over days and weeks, as we have at the Freakshow, is to soak up Michel Houellebecq’s nihilistic analysis of global sex capitalism. These supercilious smirking men with stratospheric self regard have such contempt for what they regard as lesser beings – pretty young women, and more specifically the emotionally manipulated, reduced, and trafficked females whose humanity they are incapable of acknowledging.

Rank misogyny and casual social and legal collusion in the abuse of young adult women are the root of the Epstein saga. DIY investigators, spectators, conspiracy theorists, Q Anons and their MAGA brethren fixate on child abuse, insisting the victims must be children, rather than females of any age.

But why? Is there really a magical line of fortitude and resilience against abuse and manipulation that female humans cross between the ages of 16 and 18?

The insistence that female humans of any age be pliant dolls connects Epstein and his johns. If the victims happen to be under the age of 18, maybe better for malleability, but the acceptable age range in their kink is not textbook pedophilia. Their game is garden-variety commodification and pornification of females.

The unredacted list of recipients of Epstein females – Leon Black, Kimbal Musk, Tom Pritzker, Joshua Fink, Steve Tisch, Roger Schank, Henry Jarecki, Jes Staley – is long, and grows longer by the hour as Congressmembers review the files and press for more names to be made public. Taken together, the revelations expose the brazen lie Kash Patel – our FBI “director” – spewed, perjuring himself when he testified under oath before Congress that the files did not reveal any men besides Epstein abusing women.

These men prefer young but not necessarily underage. Youth is important to these desiccated trolls, but they don’t seem to be seeking out children. Beauties are always referred to as “girls.” The ugly ones, as Donald Trump so often likes to point out, are always women.

To concede that the victims were often not children complicates the narrative. It ventures perilously into the “sex worker” debate that has divided feminists for decades. In the “sex-positive” feminist camp, the sex worker is presumed to have agency – to have decided that selling her own flesh is a smart business move. The Epstein files challenge that assumption.

There are many references in the post-2012 documents to agreements Epstein made with women, which seem in at least some instances to have been formal or quasi-legal. Some of Epstein’s women were in fact regarded as sex workers, as this exchange with his pal New York Giants owner Steve Tisch – asking whether an Epstein woman is “pro or civilian” – suggests. Epstein shot back telling him to discuss it by phone as “I dont [sic] like records of these conversations.”

Yes, it is true that some of the women appear to have benefited financially from the hellish transactions. A handful of hardy Russian post-Soviet entrepreneurs, like Masha Drokova and Lana Pozhidaeva, emerged from Epsteinland as coronated queens with Silicon Valley fortunes.

Here is an exchange between Epstein and one of the self-commodified, ambitious Russians:

So far so good. But I now invite the sex worker support system to join us in reading the Epstein files with an eye to the concept of agency. The vast majority of now-public communications between Epstein and the women in his brothel, global harem, indentured servitude penal colony reveal shocking levels of psychological abuse, manipulation and sadism that seem to deprive them of confidence and self-respect – the building blocks of agency. Street pimps could do no worse.

The Epstein files reveal how the “cogs of the wheels of power are oiled by porn-saturated misogyny,” Helen Rumbelow wrote recently in the London Times. Epstein – like Trump with his pageants or predatory French freakazoid Jean-Luc Brunel with his “models” – got off on molding females to his pornified specs. He was a sadistic Pygmalion too: manipulative, peevish and cruel, attentive to “disobedience” and what he thought of as ingratitude. He relished expressing disappointment in misspelled, dashed-off angry messages to the young women.

They were always failing to follow his directions, breaking promises, lying, making excuses, whining, immature, ungrateful, spoiled brats, etc. In one long text exchange, he berates a young woman as lazy, childish, stupid and tells her “my girls in New York” can take art classes. They get that privilege, he explains “as a RESULT of their dedication, truthfulness, and doing as they are told. you didn’t, dont. And continue to whine, so you have what you deserve [sic].”

Epstein exercised a cruel pimp level of control over their most intimate concerns too, and sometimes issued veiled physical threats. In one exchange with an Eastern European newcomer, Jeff lectured her about how to treat her ovarian cysts, and then casually told her he didn’t want her to end up like his friend Ruslana Korshunova (also trafficked) who jumped out a window. He asks when her next period starts and tells her to take birth control. He finishes the conversation saying she should send him a sexy photo as a "thank you" and tells her it's "TIME TO GROW UP".

Here is another exchange with a different young woman in the same vein.

Again and again, the pattern repeats: emotional degradation packaged as mentorship. It is time to accept that labeling Epstein and his pals as simply “pedophiles” is to separate them from the greater sick herd to which they actually belong. When we pay attention only to the children, we disregard how this saga is part of the degrading miasma in which a generation of women struggled to work, get law degrees, and enter politics. The pantsuited mini Hillaries everywhere in DC, the rising numbers of women in college, in law and medical schools, and in corporations and law firms, were always subverted by the true relationship of women to power revealed in the Epstein files.

Yes, some women thrived in this era. Epstein pal Kathy Ruemmler, for example, could – until recently – grace any female empowerment conference dais to recount her stellar career path from Obama’s White House counsel to a $25 million a year job at Goldman Sachs.

Epstein and his pals let a few women like her – “cool girls” – into the outer sanctum of the club. They got to keep their clothes on, dignity intact. Epstein called Ruemmler an “arch feminist who is my greatest defender.” Ruemmler is on record teasing Epstein about trading “one of [his] Russians” for a comp and joking that he was her “Pygmalion.”.

Way to be a role model, Kathy! You go, girl!

Meanwhile, back at the mansion, her friend Jeff was ripping the confidence and self-respect out of one young woman after another.

For the strong of stomach, the documents offer hundreds of snapshots of the moral and emotional damage Epstein meted out while grooming women for his network of masters-of-the-universe. He may even have countenanced violence: The latest batch of files contain harrowing allegations by four women against Leon Black, of gruesome assaults with a similar MO.

Black has denied them but the allegations keep coming out. Incredibly, Jay Clayton, the man appointed chairman of Apollo, Black’s hedge fund, after Black resigned over the Epstein connection, now serves as U.S. Attorney for the Southern District of Manhattan – the same office that was investigating Black.

A deep loathing of women was always part of the deal with these men. Here is how Epstein talked to a 22-year-old Russian woman he appears to have trafficked to Black (who eventually became her “principal,” in the lingo the men used for, apparently, ownership or responsibility for a trafficked adult female):

Here he is complaining to another redacted young woman about how many ways she has “disappointed” him:


Here he accuses another woman – apparently Italian – of “childish tantrums,” to which the woman replies that survival is her “only mission in life” and “I’m already destroyed mentally”.

“Women have very little idea of how much men hate them,” Australian feminist Germaine Greer once opined. Reading the Epstein files will remove the blinders from your starry eyes.

Nina Burleigh is a journalist, author, documentary producer, and adjunct professor at New York University's Arthur L. Carter Journalism Institute. She has written eight books including her recently published novel, Zero Visibility Possible.

Reprinted with permission from American Freakshow

'Quiet Piggy': How Melania Trump's New Movie Insults Every American Woman

'Quiet Piggy': How Melania Trump's New Movie Insults Every American Woman

Next week, Melania will premiere at the “Donald J. Trump Kennedy Center” before being inflicted on the nation via Amazon streaming. I’m told tickets to this spectacle are expensive and hard to come by. DC’s Mar-a-Lago-faced lovelies and their MAGA dates will line up outside the renamed institution, reeking of duty-free cologne and teetering on the stilettos their queen trained herself to climb stairs in.

The history of this production begins with open-air graft, involves the (attempted) professional rehabilitation of a gross rape-accused toad known to women in Hollywood as a junior Harvey Weinstein, and ends with one of the greatest Emperor’s New Clothes events since the Republican Party first pretended the Big Lie was God’s truth.

When Jeff Bezos ponied up $40 million for a “documentary” about Melania at a dinner with the president-elect, entertainment industry insiders were already laughing. The most expensive documentaries barely cost $5 million; most are made for under a million. It was one of the first acts of utter obeisance by the one percent as the Trump family intake valve swung open.

The open-air graft was disgusting enough. But Melania’s choice of Brett Ratner is her “quiet piggy” to American women. And it is utterly on brand with the trademark “I don’t care, do you?” middle finger we’ve come to expect from the woman whose civic education stopped at East Bloc despotism.

Melania is Ratner’s first project since he was run out of Hollywood in the wake of sexual misconduct and rape accusations. I’m told Ratner, with Melania as “executive producer,” was hard-pressed to figure out what to do with all that money. He and his subject plotted out a 24-day shoot meant to provide an inside look at Melania’s “return” (known to be reluctant and short-lived) to the White House in 2025.

“He was saying he was going to shoot it like a feature film, with 40 cameras,” one insider laughed. “Forty cameras!” Rounding out the bizarre project’s team is Argentine millionaire Fernando Sulichin, a producer whose other documentary subjects include Fidel Castro, Hugo Chavez, Putin and has worked with Oliver Stone and whom the Estonian secret service has accused of producing marketing for Russia.

The pussy-grabber’s First Lady is such a girlfriend to American women that she chose, to direct her film, a serial abuser whose picture is in the Epstein files shirtless and literally hugging the late sex trafficker Jean-Luc Brunel. Allegations from six women included forced blowjobs, masturbating in front of women and in one case, actual rape. He denied them all, but ran off to Israel after studios started ditching him and his projects.

Brett Ratner, right, with Jean-Luc Brunel

Like Epstein and Brunel, like Trump and most of his slobbering running buddies, Brett briefly operated a “model agency” called Rush Model Management with Russell Simmons. Ratner later admitted the agency was just a ploy to pick up women (Simmons admitted that’s how he captured his first wife when she was just 16).

How did this actual piggy land a share of the Bezos spoils? First, he shared the tendency of all the men in Melania’s orbit to treat actual women like mannequins. And, she’s fine with that, “It was born of him hanging out with her when her book came out,” one Hollywood insider told me. “He went on and on about how great it is, when it’s actually a big branding ad.”

Another said, “Somebody from the family picked him: Amazon wouldn’t pick him .”

And indeed, family he is. Ratner is reportedly now housed in a big house on Mar-a-Lago grounds – a craven public relations sentry who can produce expensive bullshit makes a much more suitable pet than any canine for the dog-averse Trumps. And Trumpland has been very, very good for him: he is now working on a documentary about the Abraham Accords.

All this is not to imply that the story of Melania could not be an interesting documentary. But it’s unlikely anyone will dare try, even if Michael Wolff manages to drag her into court to answer questions about Epstein and her timeline. The most interesting thing about Melania is the lacuna in her history between coming in second in a Slovenian top model contest in 1992 and washing up in Manhattan as Trump’s girlfriend. Washington Post reporter Mary Jordan wrote in her 2020 biography of Melania that she had an easier time writing about royals and drug cartel kingpins than the president’s soigné third wife.

Your Freakshow guide knows a little about this because in 2017, I worked on a book about the six women closest to Trump: German grandma Elisabeth, Scottish ma Mary Anne, the three wives, and Ivanka. Since four of these women are or were immigrants, reporting required dashes from a remote Hebridean island across Mitteleuropa. I learned some genuinely interesting things. Grandma Elisabeth started the Trump Organization. Mother Mary Anne, the tenth child of a Gaelic-speaking peasant fisherman, got her start in the U.S. as a maid in the Carnegie Mansion. Collectivist-educated, Russian-speaking Czech Ivana transitioned from communism to capitalism with legendary élan.

The only thing Melania had in common with those women, besides seeing Donald naked, was her non-American accent. She could barely speak English in 2015 and that was because, as far as I could tell, she spent most of her married years before the White House holed up with her Slovenian parents and sister, who had hit the chain migration jackpot and were living in apartments in Trump properties. She was an introverted beauty without any interests or pursuits beyond, as the late Vogue editor André Leon Talley noted, moisturizing herself and perhaps enjoying the feel and sound of pearls and diamonds clacking on a marble vanity.

The Italian toymaking heir and longtime Trump hanger-on Paolo Zampolli has taken credit for introducing Melania and Donald in 1998. He conceded in an interview with me that her arrival coincided with an oversupply of East European beauties, all self-commodified and seeking fame and fortune in the capital of capitalist America. There was not enough room for all of them at the top. Some of his models, he said, were really just party girls (Zampolli did not represent Melania as one of those).

There is a discrepancy between when she and Trump say they met and what she told photographer Alé De Basseville*, who shot the infamous “lesbian” pictures of her in 1995 for a British “lad” magazine. According to him, Melania Knavs told everyone at the shoot about her boyfriend, Donald Trump. I published that in the book and mentioned it in an article for the London Telegraph. Melania threatened the paper with a letter from notorious libel lawyer Charles Harder. The Telegraph yanked and apologized for running the story – precisely the discredit on my name they were after. But her people didn’t challenge the book in the U.S., where truth is an absolute defense. My lawyer’s response to the London shenanigans is here.

In small-town Slovenia, people were afraid to talk openly about her. Her lawyer had threatened a baker for selling a First Lady cake. Others had been more quietly and sinisterly visited, frightened into silence. Back in New York, people either shared rumors or knew nothing. The only thing I can report is that the fashion world was unanimous that she had never been the “supermodel” Trump claimed she was on campaign stages.

Many journalists have faced big threats and lawsuits, or have been forced to apologize and retract, for reporting on the mystery of Melania’s dark years.

This movie most certainly will not open that locked door.

*De Basseville has produced a lovely line of t-shirts featuring the nude First Lady of the United States. They make great Valentines and early Mother’s Day presents. Check them out here. Oh, and they’re Made in America.

Nina Burleigh is a journalist, author, documentary producer, and adjunct professor at New York University's Arthur L. Carter Journalism Institute. She has written eight books including her recently published novel, Zero Visibility Possible.

Reprinted with permission from American Freakshow


Trump's Domination Distraction In Venezuela Won't Shut Down Epstein Scandal

Trump's Domination Distraction In Venezuela Won't Shut Down Epstein Scandal

A brand new season of the Freakshow opened with a bang: Donald Trump, ruler of the Western Hemisphere, on every screen in the world announcing the capture of a sovereign nation’s leader. But he looks… about to keel over, lips white, saurian lids drooping. Thank God he has handed the mic over to the virile courtiers. Kegseth – spray-tanned, hair-oiled and nose-powdered to “look commanding” – reads his script. Little Marco twitches nearby. By nightfall, these victors will have paraded their shackled captive through the streets of New York in an open van – a spectacle ancient Athenians and Trojans would have recognized.

Welcome to the boffo third season of the Freakshow. Its theme: DOMINANCE. From the Indo-European root domus, meaning home, to the Latin dominus, meaning lord or master over home or territory, it is the Viagran centurion’s obsession, the bully’s neurosis.

Was there ever any doubt that this is where the fetish for “masculine energy,” the prevailing aesthetic of the AI revolutionaries, was headed? Soft men with big, hard bank accounts cosplaying tough guys, with no real use for their own muscles or even the strength of actual working men – except for the fists of their hired goons.

Maybe there were reasons to remove Maduro, but were they really stronger than the evidence available to arrest Netanyahu? Or MBS? Murderous crooks can make effective allies; everybody knows it. A month ago, Trump pardoned the former Honduran president serving 45 years for trafficking tons of cocaine to the US. Trump now claims that Maduro works with an apparently fictional “Cartel de los Soles” to attack the United States with fentanyl – a drug the opioid-addicted wing of MAGA knows well… and which actually comes through Mexico.

The bleak circumstances of people in some nations south of the border have driven migration for decades. For the most part, the US government has ignored the core problem – or worse, sided with the grimmest of regimes on behalf of corporate oligarchs, like Chiquita, who needed to shut the peasants up. (See Kissinger and Pinochet, Kissinger in Argentina, and El Salvadors’s death squads for a refresher.)

This Venezuelan adventure is, as often in Trumpworld, simultaneously grave and ridiculous: it’s an Epstein files distraction and state-sponsored plunder, aimed at controlling a swath of South American natural resources. A “national security” rationale was explained in 2023 by retired General Laura Richardson, former commander of Southern Command. The Wall Street Journal reports that select American investors are already planning a Venezuelan field trip in March to scout possible projects. Trump supporter Paul Singer’s hedge fund is already deep into Venezuelan oil. Just over a month ago, Singer acquired Citgo, the US-based subsidiary of Venezuela’s state-run oil company (He had donated at least $5 million to Trump, and $37 million to Republicans in Congress in 2024).

Besides the oil-igarchy, it is not clear who is actually calling the shots in the White House where Trump dodders physically and mentally. Any combination of a motley crew of businessmen, the enhanced virility courtiers, race scientists and eugenicists, out Nazis, crypto-Nazis, and their self-mutilated Mar-a-Lago-faced auxiliary could be running the domination project.

Meanwhile, Trump has lulled voters with the refrain that their dissatisfaction is the work of “Mexican rapists,” making their man into the perfect tool for the global oligarchy that diminishes them in every way.

But has a smaller man ever acted on the world stage?

While nominally commanding the Maduro op, the old man was apparently on his phone, tending to the insatiable appetite of his MAGA movement for vile bullshit. As a handcuffed Maduro was on his way to New York on the warship Iwo Jima, and while Kegseth and Rubio were still showering off the war room sweat, the boss was hitting send on an unhinged MAGA conspiracy: that Minnesota Gov. Tim Walz arranged the assassination of Rep. Melissa Hortman – whose murder (along with that of her husband) by a deranged white Christian nationalist, Trump has never once expressed outrage or sympathy for the survivors.

The video to which he gave the presidential seal of approval features “TheRealRyker,” a classic MAGA dopey white dude with a wispy mustache who looks like he smells of Doritos and Axe body spray. In his upclose selfie, Ryker raises his eyebrows theatrically over an embedded Tiktok video with the headline: ”Did Tim Walz really have (D) Melissa Hoertman [sic] assassinated?” A woman’s voice narrates: “Was Melissa Hortman “un-alived [sic] in her home by Vance Boelter who… later sent a letter to the FBI saying it was Tim Walz who forced him to do it?”




The presidential retweet is a matryoshka doll of deranged MAGA social media. The video originated from a TikTok account called Discernment Activated, whose profile states “we discuss the spiritual and prophetic implications of current events, pop culture, politics, history & the supernatural,” followed by emojis of a purple cross and the American flag.

Hortman’s murder by a white Christian nationalist freak is being sewn into the Minnesota Somali immigrant daycare fraud scandal that Fox, and other right wing influencer sewer lines, have been spewing for weeks to pump up anti-immigration sentiment. Minnesota Rep. Betty McCollum was the only public figure to object: “I call upon Republican elected officials at the federal, state, and local level, as well as the Republican Party, to condemn this outrageous and cruel lie about the murder of Melissa and Mark Hortman.”

Crickets.

Trump’s been projecting his own sense of personal inadequacy onto the national psyche for a decade. America has been so badly used, so humiliated! Is it really any surprise that a majority of Republicans polled this week – primed for dominance – are fine with our country behaving like Germany in the 1930s?

How did we get here? This is a good place to remind readers that Trump was wholly responsible for the January 6, 2021 assault on the Capitol, whether the half of America that chooses to deny that agrees or not. Here are 255 pages of former prosecutor Jack Smith’s testimony that make that abundantly clear.

Trump masterminded his own coup attempt – but he isn’t really a war president. He spent the last half-year panicked about the exposure of his, his friends’ and his wife’s potential appearance in The Epstein files. He needed to go big, a crowd-pleasing diversion, something more than Somali immigration fraud. He clearly hopes the Epstein problem will fade with every act of dominance still to come.

Newsflash: It won’t.

Florida Men: How Trump Escaped A Sworn Deposition In Epstein Lawsuits

Florida Men: How Trump Escaped A Sworn Deposition In Epstein Lawsuits

Here at the Freakshow, we have observed that real life characters in Trumpland veer between the genres of Mario Puzo and Carl Hiaasen. There’s the New York mob boss dining out on fear and blackmail, and then there’s the Sunshine State Mar-a-Lago-faced greed-doomed, Ponzi scheming, why-read-a-book-when-you-can-golf protagonist. Often, and in the case of one man certainly, they are both.

A classic Hiaasen character plays a starring role in a forgotten bit of Florida Epstein-Trumpiana, which starts with a pair of emails buried in the House Oversight Committee’s recent drop. Two Florida paralegals – one working for the firm Epstein hired and the other working for the firm representing multiple trafficked girls suing him – discuss scheduling a deposition of Donald Trump in 2009 a few weeks after Epstein concluded his Palm Beach jail sentence.

These are curious artifacts because as far as is publicly known, Trump never did get deposed in Epstein civil cases. According to Fort Lauderdale lawyer Brad Edwards, who represented – and still does – many Epstein victims and requested the deposition, Trump avoided it by offering instead a casual office chat to share everything he knew. Edwards took him up on it, possibly knowing the wily real estate hustler had never met a legal challenge he couldn’t run out the clock on.

The difference between a recorded deposition and an unrecorded “friendly” chat is, in legal terms, the difference between filet mignon and a Big Mac. A deposition is sworn and lying carries a perjury penalty. There is no record of this chat other than Edwards’ description of it in his book, Relentless Pursuit. Among other dodges, Trump claimed Epstein had dictated to him his notorious New York magazine quote about Jeff being “a lot of fun” and liking beautiful women “as much as I do and many of them are on the younger side.” Trump said Epstein had told him he “needed people to say nice things.”

In spring of 2009, Brad Edwards joined the firm of Rothstein Rosenfeldt Adler, carrying with him a pile of Epstein files. His new partner, Scott Rothstein, specialized in hawking “investments” in potentially gigantic civil settlements arranged for men just like Epstein who might rather pay off victims than face public odium. Rothstein also partnered in a two-man consulting firm with Roger Stone, and housed Edwards in an office next to him.

To Rothstein, the Epstein Jane Doe cases were less about the exploitation of minors and more a potential gold mine. Soon, Rothstein – “Scotty” to his friends – was going around telling people Epstein would pay $200 million to settle everything. Investors would share in the lawyers’ cut of this windfall. Rothstein would later confess that he regarded the case as “of potentially significant value against an extremely collectible pedophile.”

In her recent chat with Todd Blanche, Epstein’s procuress Ghislaine Maxwell claimed Rothstein’s firm demanded $10 million from her then-boyfriend billionaire businessman Ted Waite to protect her from litigation. “And that is the reason Ted and I broke up, was the basis of that,” she said, according to the transcript.

If Rothstein was blackmailing Ghislaine’s billionaire boyfriend, is it possible he was shaking down other recipients of Edwards’ deposition subpoenas? Like a certain New York businessman?

At some point Rothstein took the Epstein files out of Edwards’ office and showed them off to potential investors, even, according to court records, leaving them alone with the files for half an hour. Edwards eventually had to retrieve them from the FBI.

Edwards has always denied knowing anything about Rothstein’s scheme. Rothstein exonerated him and Edwards also won a formal apology in court years later from Epstein for claiming that he was involved in the scheme.

The coincidence is apparently just -- Florida, man.

Rothstein’s legal career ended colorfully. First he climbed into a bathtub in a business suit and held a gun to his head. Unable to pull the trigger, he absconded to Morocco with $16 million, then flew back to surrender. After Rothstein got caught, Stone wrote that his former sponsor had “ADD so severe he never finished a martini, a cigar, a thought” and – the ultimate insult from dandy Roger – he wore “garish $300 hand painted neckties.”

Rothstein pled guilty in January 2010 to running a $1.2 billion Ponzi scheme. He was sentenced to 50 years in prison, but he’d blabbed so much about an Italian mobster who liaised between the Gambinos and a family in Palermo that he was put in witness protection.

Today no one knows whether Rothstein is in a federal dungeon under a new name or on a Phuket beach chair with an umbrella drink, watching waves break – the classic final scene in every movie ever made about successful scoundrels. He has literally disappeared.

In his book, Edwards isn’t specific about the Trump chat – he just says “summer of 2009.” But the emails indicate Trump was scheduled to be deposed in late August, then moved to late September. The paralegals had him on the same deposition list as Ghislaine Maxwell, who was also busy dodging them.





Edwards has mostly made a point of praising Trump’s helpfulness, but since Trump tends to bank dirt and secrets to be used when it suits him, it’s hard to know exactly what sort of help he provided. “The only thing I can say about President Trump is that … he is the only person who picked up the phone and said ‘lets just talk, I’ll give you as much time as you want, I’ll tell you what you need to know’,” Edwards said in a 2018 interview.

Eventually, Edwards wrote, he came to think that Trump left out (surprise!) a lot. “Over the next few years, I spoke to several witnesses who told us that they had been introduced by Epstein to Trump. Some had seen him at Epstein’s office, others at one of Epstein’s homes, at parties or social events, and even on his plane… Last year, I saw a 1992 video of Epstein and Trump together, suggesting that they were closer social friends than I had been made to understand.”

While at Rothstein’s firm, Edwards interviewed Epstein’s houseman Alfredo Rodriguez, and procured from him the infamous “black book” of 1,500 names. Rodriguez circled about 50 he claimed were the “holy grail” that would crack the case. Trump was one of those circled. (In his book, Edwards states that the circled names were men Rodriguez claimed “were involved with or had knowledge of the sexual molestation operation.”)

Some Epstein civil cases have been jackpots for the attorneys, although Virginia Giuffre got a relatively paltry $500,000. In 2023, JP Morgan agreed to pay $290 million to an unknown number of Epstein trafficking victims. Standard contingency fees in such cases range from 25 percent pre-suit to 40 percent at trial. Do the math. But as Thornton Wilder observed and as Scotty, wherever he is, would surely concur, money is like manure: it should be spread around.

Nina Burleigh is a journalist, author, documentary producer, and adjunct professor at New York University's Arthur L. Carter Journalism Institute. She has written eight books including her recently published novel, Zero Visibility Possible.

Reprinted with permission from American Freakshow

The French Connection: How Epstein's Trafficking Network Ensnared Hundreds

The French Connection: How Epstein's Trafficking Network Ensnared Hundreds

A Washington journalist and friend of mine who isn’t as enmeshed in the Jeffrey Epstein story recently asked me where the idea came from that Epstein trafficked “more than a thousand” humans (girls, women, and sometimes, it’s been suggested, boys) during his sinister reign as brothelkeeper to the elites. He thought it seemed impossibly high.

The number comes directly from a July 7 Trump Justice Department press release stating that an internal review of more than 300 gigabytes of “data and physical evidence” suggested “Epstein harmed over one thousand victims.” Putting aside the problem that Pam Bondi and Kash Patel are proven liars and Trump lackeys, we may take their assessment at face value, for inventing it would not seem to add a layer of protection to their Dear Leader.

The question remains, how was this feat accomplished by a single thug?

We know Epstein was a member of the borderless, nationless tribe of elites whose only allegiance is to the bankers. He had multiple passports (One Austrian with a Saudi address and two American). He was able to smirk past national customs officers without too much attention from nosy agents by flying in and out of airports – civilian and military – with luminaries like former President Bill Clinton and former Israeli Prime Minister Ehud Barak on his jet.

There’s a lot in the public domain already, but as we wait for the DOJ to disgorge its rancid vault, Epstein’s known communications with pals, his flight logs, and scheduling emails with staff do suggest how he might have racked up a thousand and one victims.

Between 2013 and 2019, Epstein frequently flew unnamed women to and from East European airports – Kyiv, Moscow, Yekaterinburg, and Warsaw – as well as Stockholm and Helsinki commercially through Paris.

These trips almost always include [redacted] passengers – nameless individuals whose screening in the documents suggests they are trafficked victims whose names are purposely shielded.

We know that as a “model agent” Epstein was in cahoots with fellow trafficker Jean-Luc Brunel in transporting and rendering stateless women and girls who he then housed in his Upper East Side New York building– often with control of their passports, visas, and other documents in his own hands. His deep involvement in the community of Eastern European beauties is one reason why it’s not unfeasible, as I wrote recently in this space, to believe that he knew the former Melania Knavs as well.

A lawsuit filed by Gloria Allred and other attorneys on behalf of a Russian Jane Doe in 2021 against Epstein’s attorney Darren Indyke, executor of the estate, laid out how the Paris game played out.

In 2017, according to the documents, Jane was in her early 20s, living in Moscow and looking for work. She answered an ad for a financial company seeking a personal assistant who could speak multiple languages. She was soon meeting Epstein’s female representative in Russia, who said the job was to be a personal assistant to a man. She was not told the man’s name nor company. Epstein’s assistants in New York sent her tickets to Paris.

At Charles De Gaulle airport, Jane was picked up by a driver and taken to Epstein’s apartment on Avenue Foch. Epstein took Jane and three other young women out to dinner at a restaurant near the Louvre. “Jane understood this to be a job interview,” according to the suit. Epstein asked her interview-type questions and gave her 500 euros in cash. After dinner they returned to the apartment. The Russian assistant who had interviewed Jane in Moscow was present (her photograph was displayed at the apartment). The Russian assistant then took Jane to the bedroom and told her to change into pajamas. The other girls had changed into similar pajamas.

Jane wanted to sleep but was told to stay awake. Eventually, the Russian assistant brought Jane to the “massage room” where she endured the “massage” and sexual assault that countless girls and women have since described as Epstein’s M.O. According to the suit, Epstein repeatedly raped and trafficked her for his personal sexual use and abuse over a two-year period in Paris, New York, Florida, and the U.S. Virgin Islands.

The Paris M.O. is hinted at in the scheduling emails: For one [redacted] they stopped and picked up “her friend” from Stockholm (this was a kind of pyramid scheme, paying girls to bring in others) . In another scheduling email, a [redacted] was put on a train from Paris to Geneva and “then car service on to Glion Hospitality School in Montreux” – very likely one of the actual carrots of job training that Epstein used to lure hapless young women into his project.

In September of this year another Paris-linked Jane Doe suit was filed against the estate, this by a woman from a “majority Muslim country in Central Asia,” alleging that Epstein got her a French student visa, then locked her in his Paris apartment and had his staff bring her food.

The scheduling emails are but a tiny keyhole glimpse into Epstein’s activities. As we previously reported, Epstein made 64 unexplained voyages through the Istanbul airport between 2010 and 2014, at a time when global watchdog groups were reporting a surge in human trafficking through that city in the wake of the Middle Eastern refugee crisis.

This new cache of scheduling emails suggests that he engaged in trafficking through Paris with [redacted] passengers right up until his arrest at Teterboro – on a return flight from France – in 2019.

They also show how the movements of presumably hapless, soon-to-be-trafficked voyagers through Paris were intermingled with Epstein’s social engagements with billionaire Eurotrash and European political dignitaries who, for some inexplicable reason, remained buddies with him throughout his post-jail years.

Epstein’s playmates in Paris included Fiat heir and mega-industrialist Eduardo Teodorani and Hermes billionaire Axel Dumas. Epstein dined with Norwegian diplomat and Oslo Accords hero Terje Rod-Larsen (who took Epstein money for a Greek island pad and visited his New York City mansion numerous times) and even hosted a three-day overnight stay at his Avenue Foch apartment for the Secretary General of the European Council, Norwegian politician Thorbjorn Jagland, during the 2015 Paris Fashion Week.

We know Epstein regarded Paris Fashion Week as deer hunters anticipate the shooting season in Pennsylvania. Witness this 2018 text exchange with Steve Bannon:

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Last week I got a call from a talk radio show in London that occasionally asks me to comment on the Epstein story. The host wanted to know if the release of tens of thousands of pages of Epstein communications was “the smoking gun.”

The question was meant to refer, I guess, to some explosive irrefutable piece of damning evidence – photos or video of a rape – that might tie Epstein’s running buddy Donald Trump to something more heinous than what is irrefutably known about a serial predator and future President of the United States hanging around with an industrial-scale sex trafficker for years.

The fact is we know a lot already. And the unknown unknowns are in fact very much known to many: Epstein lawyers, certainly; some FBI agents and current and former federal prosecutors; Epstein’s paid enablers; his pals and playmates in the nationless, borderless elite, and of course, the trafficked women. The scheduling emails now in public view are almost always sent by Epstein’s trusty blonde aide Lesley Groff, now a Connecticut housewife cloaked in WASPy New Canaan respectability, who has so far eluded charges. In one email during the period when she was also scheduling [redacteds], she mentions that she’s taking her own kids to Disneyland.

Whether or not Groff or the other enablers and male participant/witnesses are ever forced to talk, IMHO, that “smoking gun” is already right there on the proverbial floor for all the world to see.

Nina Burleigh is a journalist, author, documentary producer, and adjunct professor at New York University's Arthur L. Carter Journalism Institute. She has written eight books including her recently published novel, Zero Visibility Possible.

Reprinted with permission from American Freakshow

The Last Picture Show: That 'Epic Epic Epic' Bannon-Epstein Bromance

The Last Picture Show: That 'Epic Epic Epic' Bannon-Epstein Bromance

The first time I encountered Steve Bannon was at a Conservative Political Action Conference in Washington, D.C. in the early 2010s. He was hosting a seminar for aspiring conservative filmmakers, and in my memory, he was just a shaggy guy in a tiny airless conference room in the basement of the Marriott, bitterly complaining about Hollywood liberals.

Had Bannon made it as an auteur in L.A. we might be living in a different world. He certainly never got over the resentment, nor relinquished the dream: He was producing a Jeffrey Epstein documentary starring the man himself when the feds picked up Jeff at Teterboro Airport in 2019.

We know more about all this since the Republicans in the House Oversight Committee, seeking to dilute the impact of three carefully selected, eyebrow-raising Epstein texts about Trump, released some 20,000 pages of documents. It was a panic move that has backfired, as it only added to the DIY conspiracy hunting frenzy. Journalists and couch Miss Marples and Inspector Clouseaus have now produced thousands of articles, podcast discussions, and social media posts — not just Trump-Epstein, but the elite coterie that found Epstein charming and useful in ways we are still trying to understand.

The document dump (from a cache acquired from the Epstein estate, not the DOJ) is so vast and the print so small that it is impossible for your Freakshow guide to convey all the insane revelations. We have to focus on one: let’s call it the Jeff and Steve Show.

Oh, they were buddies. Steve called Jeff “brother” and “grasshopper” – a reference to the faithful pupil in the early 70s TV series Kung Fu. Jeff critiqued Steve’s media appearances, comparing his TV look at one point to the priest in The Exorcist.

More importantly, he shared his global contacts and arranged travel and meetings. For example, in 2018, Epstein arranged for him to fly to meet two Qatari sheiks in Paris, including former Prime Minister Hamad bin Jassim bin Jaber Al Thani (HBJ), a billionaire member of the royal family.

”Short notice for jet charter,” Jeff texted Steve in November 2018. “But can for tomorrow morning to Paris lunch in Paris then fly you to wherever”. Bannon replied, “What a life.” and “u r a pretty good asst.” Epstein responded, “Massages. Not included”.

Epstein made countless connections, from Yemen to Norway. He tried to get Bannon a meeting with Austrian Chancellor Sebastian Kurz, apparently hoping Kurz could help arrange a Putin-Trump meeting. Before another meeting he helped arrange in Abu Dhabi, he gave advice about security: “Tomorrow meeting powerful. Reminder. Phones not secure AT ALL. Wait until you return for downloads.”

In exchange for all that international networking, Steve kept Jeff in the loop on DC action, including the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence’s Trump-Russia investigation. After testifying himself, Steve reported to his pal that the committee was asking everyone about “50 names” – “25 Russian and 25 American” – and that Epstein and Leon Black were numbers three and four on the American side.

Jeff asked whether the committee was also interested in Trump’s casino executive Nick Ribis and Manhattan magnate Tom Barrack (whom Michael Wolff has named as one of the “three musketeers” with Trump and Epstein cutting a feral swath through the New York aspiring model scene in the 90s). Steve said no, but added that the committee did ask about the Epstein-Trump relationship.

“Did they ask you if i had the silver bullet,” Jeff replied.

Lots of “locker room talk” about women of course. “How was Paris fashion week,” Steve inquired in Spring 2018. “There’s nothing left in my testicles but a speck of dust .. and a puff of air,” Jeff replied. “Im putting up a poster of you in my apartment,” Steve wrote back.

Steve titled one missive about his visits with Gulf sheiks “eurabia” and Jeff replied, “more like your labia” adding “they are so like women” – “the worst aspects of women.” They joked about “ugly” Princess Gloria von Thurn und Taxis – one of Steve’s allies in promoting continental white nationalism – “do you think when she wakes up in the morning she looks a little like Donald?” Epstein wrote. Steve described one of his European female interviewers as “wet,” perhaps convinced that the seductive power of his new Bernard Henri-Levi hairdo was multiplied by orders of magnitude on the other side of the Atlantic.

While nothing in the texts suggests Bannon was indulging in the statutorily forbidden pastimes of other Epstein pals, Jeff did repeatedly offer him a trysting place with a mysterious girlfriend named Miller. “If you and a ‘ms Miller’ ‘want some privacy you can use island. Or palm beach house. Anytime”. Steve replied, “Thanks brother”.

Most of the texts date to the period when Bannon was out of the Trump White House. Taking his MAGA show global, he had grown out his hair into a BHL coif and was presenting as a white nationalist philosophe. As Steve hit the fleshpots of Europe, Jeff kept in close touch, watching his pal’s media appearances and offering advice. After a speech at Oxford, Epstein observed that he “hit all the points” but “btw your close in [sic] protection guy needs tweaking. Spends too much time looking at his phone.”

Male and female Trumpland oafs are obsessed with what Ivanka Trump called “optics” – the sine qua non of the reality show family. Epstein, a registered sex predator, was aware that he posed the greatest optics challenge in modern history.

Steve, apparently, was the man to enter that Augean stable.

The correspondence between the men reveals that they were planning a documentary project for which they needed to acquire “govt approval for casting.” Epstein’s networking power was being curtailed by Miami Herald writer Julie K Brown’s series about his Palm Beach wrist slap and the soon-to-be-public heinous depositions about him in Virginia Giuffre’s defamation suit against Ghislaine Maxwell. Epstein was in a panic, insisting the girls were “not 15, not 16” and were “prostitutes.”

Bannon suggested he establish “THE major center for human trafficking; teenage prostitution; etc etc etc; global problem” to which Epstein replied, “The pr guys think that may be seen to be an attempt to buy my way out. What the party of Davos would do.”

Steve wanted money – of course – and Jeff was keen to keep that confidential. The plan was to set the film up to look like legal services or training. The two men were still hashing out the financial details a few months before Epstein’s arrest. In one text, Jeff writes, “we need to talk about Kovel - letter and black bag” (a Kovel agreement cloaks a contract in confidentiality and attorney-client privilege).

“Can we make this deal today so I can pull my crew off other stuff they are working on and get this thing done - Burning daylight,” wrote Steve, to which Jeff replied in his unpunctuated fashion: “YEs do you have a lawyer . ? we need to document past and future, all needs surgical care.”

Bannon responded, “But we are in terms agreed???”

The texts don’t seem to reveal a dollar figure for the film deal. A month before he was arrested, Epstein ordered his lawyer Darren Indyke (now of counsel with Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth’s top advisor Tim Parlatore, as we revealed in The Plumbers of Epsteingate) to fork over $100,000 so that Bannon wouldn’t be flying his crew around out of pocket.

The documentary moved ahead. A trailer for the film, with the producer label “Bannoncam,” is still on Youtube. Epstein is decked in avuncular mufti – peering from behind reading glasses, with whitened hair and beard (the men had discussed the preferred beard length in texts). Jeff sits in a chair across from Steve, who sternly scolds him over his predatory predilections, which the texts make clear didn’t bother them too much. The lighting is dark, the color scheme woody and royal. Things were looking up. Jeff reported that a public legal response to the new allegations against him was coming soon. Bannon rejoiced: “Epic. Epic. Epic.”

But that’s as far as the sanitation project got. (Bannon reportedly has at least 15 hours of Epstein video footage that House Democrats and Epstein’s brother Mark want to see.)

The last message Jeff sent Steve was on a sunny Saturday afternoon, July 6, 2019. His private jet had landed at Teterboro for what would be the last of more than 700 flights in and out since 2013. The feds were waiting on the tarmac.

At 4:32 pm New Jersey time, Jeff shot off a final message: “All cancelled."

Nina Burleigh is a journalist, author, documentary producer, and adjunct professor at New York University's Arthur L. Carter Journalism Institute. She has written eight books including her recently published novel, Zero Visibility Possible.

Reprinted with permission from American Freakshow