A wolf is trying to blow Donald Trump’s house down. Its name is Jeffrey, and it’s a reminder that dark little conspiracy tales can bite you on the arse.
Back in the olden days (February 27 2015, to be exact), Trump was asked at a Conservative Political Action Conference get-together what he thought of former president Bill Clinton: “Nice guy,” said Trump, then added: “Got a lot of problems coming up in my opinion with the famous island with Jeffrey Epstein, a lot of problems.”
Any which way you try to spin it, the ghost of Epstein seems to be causing far more problems for the 47th president than it is for Clinton. Of course, as the movie Wag The Dog reminds us, someone could easily fake a whole lot of “evidence” to get the heat off He Who Would Be King and try to shift the flames to someone else’s feet.
All those (and they are, regrettably, many) who believe in a cabal of lizards controlling the world, that aircraft vapour trails are “chemtrails”, or that Caribbean immigrants are eating the pets, are not letting go of the story.
Of no help to anyone, but especially the US president, is that his cabinet is staffed by a bunch of shills who, having ridden to the top on a flood of sewer conspiracies, are on the hook to expose the Deep State — you know, where Hillary Kraken lives.
The chemtrails clearly aren’t working because the base hasn’t forgotten. They want meat. Instead, they got some crappy lever arch files labelled “The Epstein Files: Phase 1” and a big nothing-new-burger inside — and now they won’t lie down.
“Wolf! Wolf!” cried the little herd boy the third time. But the townspeople were tired of his tricks and didn’t come to look. And the wolf ate him.
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