Stop Asking About Jeffrey Epstein (…or Ask Even Harder?)

Stop Asking About Jeffrey Epstein (…or Ask Even Harder?)

You know what’s really suspicious?

When people in power tell you to stop asking questions.

And you know what that makes us want to do?

Ask those questions LOUDER. With charts. In all caps. Maybe even with a marching band.

So let’s talk about Jeffrey Epstein. Again. Because apparently, even after years of headlines, sealed documents, convenient suicides, vanishing security cameras, and the most elite VIP guest list this side of Bohemian Grove, the public is still expected to nod politely and look the other way. Nothing to see here, folks. Just a dead billionaire pedophile with powerful friends in every country and industry on Earth. Ho-hum.

Cue Pam Bondi’s angry face. “Stop asking about Jeffrey Epstein,” she snarls in the top half of the meme, as if indignation is a substitute for explanation.

And then, cue Michael Scott from The Office, with that face we all make when the government tries to gaslight us into forgetting that entire sections of court documents have been blacked out like a CIA Mad Lib. “You know what?” he says, jaw clenched with righteous, bureaucratic rage, “I’m going to ask about Jeffrey Epstein EVEN HARDER.”

Because we’re not stupid. We see the guest lists. The flight logs. The conveniently destroyed evidence. The plea deals that read like satire. The suspicious lack of curiosity from politicians who leap into action when a teenager steals a pack of gum but turn into marble statues when Epstein’s name is mentioned.

And now, we’re expected to believe it’s all in the past. “Nothing to see here. He’s dead. Justice has been served,” they say, as the accused take new jobs on Wall Street, in politics, and—just for irony’s sake—on school boards. They act like asking “Who else was involved?” is the real crime, not the human trafficking. Not the cover-up. Not the international web of predation protected by obscene wealth.

Let me break it down simply: If someone steals your sandwich and tells you not to ask questions, you ask questions. If that someone happens to be on a private jet with a known child trafficker and says, “It was just a fundraiser,” you ask more questions. And if that someone happens to be a public official telling YOU, a taxpayer and human being with functioning moral instincts, to shut up and move on? You rent a megaphone and go door to door until the answers show up or the liars start confessing.

Because here’s the thing: The truth has a way of leaking out. Eventually. Even when the cameras go dark and the guards fall asleep and the rich and powerful do everything they can to bury it six feet under, next to accountability.

So yes, we will keep asking about Jeffrey Epstein. Even harder. Even louder. Even when you roll your eyes and sigh and beg us to please, for the love of democracy, let it go.

We won’t.

Because if we stop asking, they really win.


Julie Bolejack, MBA

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