The heat just went up in the kitchen, Donald. Better take the hamberders and start throwing the ketchup bottles elsewhere. Jeffrey Epstein spoke with his brother, from prison, and told him that he knew things about Trump that were evidently so disqualifying that if people knew them, the election would have to be “cancelled.” And what could that be, I wonder? We do know that he raped then-13-year-old Katie Johnson. She was ready to take that case to court in Woodland Hills, California in the fall of 2016. But she had too many death threats against herself and her family and backed down. Intimidating people to back down has always been Trump modus operandi. The problem now is that MAGA won’t back down.
Julie K. Brown exposed Epstein’s trafficking network. She doesn’t say this lightly.
— Abubakar Paracha (@AbubakarParach0) July 19, 2025
Just one more rock on the pile. And right now the rock pile is getting as big as the Rocky Range. We are potentially looking at Trump going the way of Lonesome Rhodes.
It’s mythic, being devoured by the forces you unleashed. Trump has trafficked in conspiracy theories since the despicable “birther” one about Barack Obama. Now that whirlpool of dark innuendo has sucked him down. He can no longer control the Epstein conspiracy madness inflamed by his top officials.
Trump always reminded me of Lonesome Rhodes, the charismatic, populist entertainer whose “candid” patter with plain folks garners him enormous power in Elia Kazan’s 1957 movie “A Face in the Crowd.”
At the finale, Andy Griffith’s Rhodes — engorged by flattery and riches — has a narcissistic explosion. Not realizing the woman he betrayed flipped on his microphone, he calls his loyal fans “morons,” “miserable slobs” and “trained seals.”
“I can take chicken fertilizer and sell it to ’em for caviar,” he crows, grinning.
Trump’s Truth Social posts backing up Pam Bondi’s claim that the Epstein files were much ado about nothing showed that same brutal disregard for his devout fans. They had taken him seriously? What fools!
He tried to subdue his MAGAcolytes — his “boys” and “gals” — by ordering them not to “waste Time and Energy on Jeffrey Epstein, somebody that nobody cares about.” He said that those who are focused on the “Jeffrey Epstein hoax” are “selfish people,” “PAST supporters” and “weaklings” who had been “conned by the Lunatic Left.”
If his fans couldn’t focus on how great he was, better than “perhaps any President in our Country’s history,” Trump pouted in a post, “I don’t want their support anymore!”
One “gal,” a Texan named Rosie, said she was brokenhearted. She replied on Truth Social that she has four daughters and “can’t even begin to comprehend the flipped narrative that ‘it was so long ago’ ‘why are we still talking about this’ and ‘nobody should care.’ These victims were some ones daughters, sisters, nieces, granddaughter. Someone’s child. Please reconsider, sir.”
A true “Sir” story, although not one that Trump will ever repeat. Trump struck a chord with the child molestation card. And that’s understandable. It would be similar if he had stood on a platform to eliminate all cruelty to animals. These are universal sentiments, protect vulnerable beings like children and animals.
And now Trump can’t call off his dogs. That’s the tragedy here. And it’s Trump’s tragedy. The rest of us get to sit here and watch him flail, like a beached fish. It’s he who beached himself. That’s got to be impossible for him to swallow because he cannot admit, ever, that he’s done anything wrong. That’s his Achille’s heel and right now the base has their collective jaw on it, and they won’t let go.






















Trump is such a bleeding ulcer!
He’s more like a syphilitic chancre.
The full text of Katie’s affidavit is here:
https://cdn.factcheck.org/UploadedFiles/Johnson_TrumpEpstein_Calif_Lawsuit.pdf
She dropped her complaint for fear of her life. I hope she reconsiders. Maybe Jean Carroll could help her with legal costs and protection. Seeing some of trump’s own money going toward his conviction would be poetic justice.
Your words are like a stake through Trump’s heartless being “… he cannot admit, ever, that he’s done anything wrong…” as he continues to flap and flounder his bruised and gutless, conniving carcass, ever so closer to that devouring sun of irrefutable and transparent truth.