Murder by meme? Who was Epstein’s Killer?
Polls show mass delusion. The record shows self-destruction.
Jeffrey Epstein ended his sordid saga with a bed-sheet knot, not a clandestine garrote. The Justice Department’s inspector general, after combing 100,000 records, found negligence galore but no assassin in the shadows.
New York’s chief medical examiner—no pawn of the establishment—labeled the death “suicide by hanging” after a complete autopsy. That should close the case.
Yet half the republic skulks in chatrooms, convinced of murder. Rasmussen polling shows 52 percent buying the bloody plotline. They are falling for every gudgeon in the digital stream, dwelling in a fool’s paradise where camera glitches equal contract hits.
I stand with middle America, but I refuse to baptize bunk. In the last hundred-plus years, Americans survived the horrors of Verdun, the poverty of the Dust Bowl, and the sheer violence of Normandy without retreating into fantasy.
Folks today—fat, safe, and surfing—like to conjure some Deep State Dragon that kills sex-peddlers to shield imaginary “client lists.” What a comic inversion of sober vigilance exhibited throughout the Cold War.
Epstein, no doubt, had clients, and he was a nefarious actor, but to suggest that every one of society’s elites somehow had ties to a secret list he had locked away to bring the world to its knees? Let’s slow that roll.
Yes, staff at Manhattan’s Metropolitan Correctional Center slept on the job, lied about it, and let Epstein hoard linens. Bureaucratic blundering, not cloak-and-dagger brilliance, gave a predator his exit.
The lesson is of institutional rot, not an invisible coup. First, fix the prisons, and then fire the loafers. Remember, also, that the “wages of sin is death,” but one’s demise sometimes comes self-inflicted.
Consider: What evidence exists that an outsider slipped past locked steel, guards, and cameras, snapped a multimillionaire’s neck, and vanished?
None.
What evidence shows perpetual bureaucratic incompetence?
Mountains.
This is a fight for reason over rumor. We can rage against media elites all day, but when facts are traded for folklore, the republic surrenders itself to emotive mobs.
Epstein killed himself.
Clinging to conspiracy makes patriots into pawns. It converts watchdogs into windmills and gifts victory to cynics who profit when the truth lies tangled in bedsheets.