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Jeffrery Epstein exists in the forefront of human consciousness as a sort of Jesus Christ of pedophiles. A majority of society was introduced to his existence via his scandalous arrest, if not simply his suspicious suicide. Through this, the idea of Epstein frontloaded all of his transgressions to civilizational mindshare before any possibility of knowing anything else about him as a person at all. And this is a civilization which has borne over 100 years of psychological turmoil in the ambiguity of its foundations being nestled upon a swamp of pedophilia. Thus, Epstein becomes a catharsis, his life now symbolizing the yearning answer for so many questions for so many generations about the fabric of our society. The key to any occult ritual depends on mystery, as magic can only truly manifest in human consciousness through ambiguity of its existence. By revealing a magical series of documents which were supposed to point fingers at the sins of every world leader, banker, media mogul, CEO, and future historical figure, THEN withholding that information for so many years, the powers that be created an unstable scapegoat in Epstein. Through crucifixion by surreptitious garroting in an unattended prison cell, Jeffrey Epstein bore the sins of every powerful individual who fucked a teenager, every spook handler who facilitated the plane rides, and most of all every single taxpaying citizen of Western Civilization that was complicit in continuing their way of existence whether they understood the fealty or not. Jeffrey Epstein dying violently allowed a captive global online audience to carry out a steady process of modern mythologization unimpeded by the soiling of mundane interjection from a living person. With his death, he no longer gets to be a person but rather an idea. He is a face applied to the shadowy cartoonish Eyes White Shut fuck party in a civilian's imagination whenever they hear the word "billionaire pedophile" uttered absentmindedly. Outrage and indignation are emotions of passion which fade into placidity when forced to reconcile with the ravages of time. Global COVID-induced isolational trauma, economic collapse, the erosion of the social contract, the degradation of any incentive towards continued growth, and the steady quiet molestation of biological function in the unseen consequences of technological proliferation have all weathered attention spans and care to the point of absentminded indifference. At a certain point, people became tired of asking the same questions to hear reruns of the same incomplete answers. Jeffrey Epstein was a question which was steadily being answered with punchlines instead. The breadth of his sins and the sins of the puppetmasters who he now represents range from the grotesque mutiliational infaticidal gore-rape sacrifice satan rituals brushed under the pizza shop carpet, all the way to the lighthearted indifferent Shane Gillis comedy-core sanitized pool party shrugs from an entire contingent of men who are only forced to pretend they don't want to fuck 16 year olds. The truth of what actually was happening is probably somewhere in a very uncomfortable between. The evidence is being piecemealed out during a time of information cataclysm, quite possibly by design. Swathes of email logs flood your timeline, the absurdly blatant yet completely authentic blurbs obscuring the satirical tone of blatant shitposts with fewer and fewer people able to tell the difference with each passing day. The opening of the Epstein File Ark of the Covenant blinds nobody in a world scorched by the merciless sun of a post-truth internet. The statistical possibility of a foreign government cooperating with federal agencies to help find toddlers for billionaires to facefuck doesn't matter as much to the average shitposter as the potential reality of the fall guy having dropped multiple hard-Rs in a COD Black Ops II lobby. Truthfully, human beings aren't wired to give a shit about what's happening outside of a 25 mile radius of their existence. The idea of something happening somewhere bothers us because when an event is depicted verbally or through media, it creates a bubble reality inside of our minds where we're forced to comprehend truths about the world which we are too small to fully comprehend. If you are brave enough to accept an uncomfortable truth, yet powerless to do anything to stop it, then you risk succumbing to the trauma of powerlessness. The psychological band-aid to this trauma manifests through symbolic acts. Somewhere across this nation, there are thousands of men in sunglasses wearing t-shirts that say Kill Your Local Pedophile who ideate in violent retributional fantasies while never being willing to overthrow the federal government or even simply stop paying money to streaming services so they and their family can watch movies and TV shows made by pedophiles. Somewhere across this nation, a waitress, a gas station clerk, a car mechanic, and an office worker will all scoff and make a derisive comment about pedophile bankers running the world while each of them would shamefully stay quiet about witnessing a rape if a mere five figure sum were presented to them. Somewhere in America's heartland, a staunch principled couple will lambast the pedo degenerates in office and proclaim that our nation must be cleansed in blood, yet as soon as they hear of their niece getting molested by an older sibling, the victim will be shunned for attempting to destroy the family by piercing a bubble of denial. The root cause of Nothing Ever Happens comes from this mechanism of verbal condemnation. All that needs to be done is simply hear and repeat the mantra: "Pedophile bankers run the world" Say it over and over again while doing absolutely nothing about it until it becomes a fact of life. It doesn't even matter if it's happening, what matters is that you said "fuck you" and killed a guy in your imagination and now you can carry on. As long as it doesn't affect your life. As long as it doesn't happen to you or your family. What's exceptionally intriguing and worrying is the possibility that the peasant class' hypocrisy being unveiled may simply result in a mass distillation of taboo towards accepted discomforting transgression. The concept of a pedophile in power once held a damning suicide-inducing connotation, a crime so reviled that its unveiling could be used to threaten and control a figurehead forever. It's quite possible that within your lifetime a sitting US senator will parade around a harem of his teenage catamites, one for each day of the week, and your normie coworker peers will do nothing more than smirk and shrug like an Ancient Roman plebeian. The end-state of this potential reality of indifferent uncomfortable acceptance of status quo would be a return to Babylon. A mathematical sharpening of the public conscious' tolerance thresholds for how many children are allowed to be sacrificed by consenting parents in exchange for stability and prosperity. Kevin Spacey gets to fuck three busboys a year in exchange for at least one film every two years. It would be the final curtain left to rip off the diorama Sodom and Gomorrah waiting emerge from their shattering salt pillars. Jeffrey Epstein is now whoever you want him to be. He will be the poster on the corkboard for the one thousand knife stabs you need to get out of your system when the world feels a little too real. Then you can print out another face and tape it to the avatar of hedonism that did everything you wanted to do when you were 14. He was a Mossad agent. He was a gamer. He was a pedophile. He lurked 4chan. He committed suicide. He was assassinated. He played a prank on Elon Musk. He has video tapes of Bill Gates. He slaughtered children inside of a cube. He hired teenagers to be housemaids. He conspired against Donald Trump's presidency. He was Donald Trump's best friend. He was a James Bond villain on his own island. He jerked off to snuff films. Him and Ghislaine were ride or die. His island has a baby-sized incinerator. He was a monster. He was a fall guy. Jeffrey Epstein is now whatever you want him to be.