Ghislaine Maxwell’s silver hammer
When I look at photos of Ghislaine Maxwell and Jeffrey Epstein the phrase “the banality of evil” comes to mind. It doesn’t seem possible that two such normal and ostensibly high functioning-looking people could be as wretchedly wicked as those two were in fact. One expects instead to see Jabba the Hutt with Cruella Deville. But there can be no doubt, they were evil to their very bones. I will even credit that the people who knew them glancingly might have been fooled. I understand why.
Even so, apparently Ghislaine has some mighty dirt on some mighty people, and I don’t doubt that she will use it to save her skin, if she can. Rumor has it that her erstwhile boyfriend’s luxury jet, “The Lolita Express,” was wired for sound and video. (I can’t help but wonder, what was the first clue for some of the great and near great on board “The Lolita Express” that Epstein might, just might, be a pedophile?)
Whether or not Ghislaine has privileged access to some of the more damning private tapes from “The Lolita” and elsewhere is anyone’s guess. But if she does it just might mean the difference between her being L-WOPPED (Life Without Possibility of Parole) at a SuperMax and an ankle bracelet.
If she has something substantial and she has it on the right people then we’re in for one hell of a news cycle. In a world of hellish news cycles that’s saying quite a bit. The anticipatory hand-rubbing has already contributed significantly to global warming. Look out, evil-doers, here comes Maxwell’s silver hammer.
The big question of what dirt she has and on whom, and how many she has it on, has many delighted and some terrified. As for me — and I’m going to tell you something that just might surprise you — I don’t care. I don’t care one whit if the perps are Republicans, Democrats, left or right. I don’t care if they ever “felt the Bern” or wanted to make America racist again. I just want the bastards caught, humiliated, ruined and jailed. And let the chips fall where they may.
In any case, is it hardly surprising who Epstein and his personal Pandarus hung out with and who they didn’t? I mean really, isn’t it funny that Epstein’s Rolodex included people like Donald Trump, Harvey Weinstein, Woody Allen, Prince Andrew, Alan Dershowitz, Bill Clinton, Bill Barr, Ken Starr, and a host of other people who you couldn’t exactly knock-me-over-with-a-feather revealing? Notice also who’s missing: the Bidens, the Obamas, Adam Schiff, Jerry Nadler, people like that. Again, is anybody surprised?
Of course, the wheels of justice must grind ahead at their own maddeningly slow speed, and I’m content to await the day when the Final Separation of the sheep and the goats arrives at an American court of law. My number one goal is justice, and I hope that’s your goal too. This should be a distinctly nonpartisan search for the truth. If there is a hell then Dante missed his chance to set aside a particularly nasty part of it for people who despoil children and animals, for people who prey on the helpless, the voiceless and the innocent.
One thing I do know for certain, Donald Trump is among the guilty. That burden has more than adequately been met by available court documents and contemporaneous testimony, and I am convinced of his guilt beyond a reasonable doubt. Jeffrey Epstein made it possible for the viscous buffoon usurping the Oval Office to rape a child, and Trump’s day of reckoning is near. Let’s unite to take the first step, and vote the bastard out of office this November. And, as ever, ladies and gentlemen, brothers and sisters, comrades and friends, stay safe.
Robert Harrington is an American expat living in Britain. He is a portrait painter.