Friday, January 30, 2015

Charlie Hebdo Fire Of Unknown Origin

“Burn out the day. Burn out the night/ I’m not the one to tell you what’s wrong or what’s right/ I’ve seen suns that were freezing and lives that were through/ And I’m burnin’, I’m burnin’, I’m burnin’ for you.”        Blue Oyster Cult, July 1981

     “The term “Deep state” comes from Turkey. They invented it after the wreck of a speeding Mercedes in 1996 in which the passengers were a Member of Parliament, a beauty queen, a local senior police captain, and an important drug trafficker in Turkey who was also the head of a criminal paramilitary organization – the Grey Wolves – that went around killing people. And it became very obvious in Turkey that there were a covert relationship between the police who officially were looking for this man – even though a policeman was there with him in the car – and these people who committed crimes on behalf of the state. The state that you commit crimes for is not a state that can show its hand to the people, it’s a hidden state, a covert structure. In Turkey, they called it the Deep state.”                                Peter Dale Scott

     “Swing low sweet cherry make it awful/ It’s your life it’s your party it’s so awful/ Let’s start a fire let’s have a riot yeah it’s awful/ it was punk it was perfect now it’s awful/ They know how to break all the girls like you/ And they rob the souls of the girls like you…And they royalty rate all the girls like you/ And they sell it out to the girls like you/ To incorporate little girls.”  -- AWFUL, Hole 1998  (Courtney Love)

     “Those who committed these terrorist acts, these terrorists, these illuminated, these fanatics, have nothing to do with Islam.”            French president Francois Hollande

     Well brothers and sisters, if the first month of 2015 is any indication, possibly the Mayan elders were off by 3 years or so, because the world sure feels like it’s building up to the end of something right now.  We have headline building upon headline, in a whirling dervish masquerade of increasingly evil portent.  For those so inclined to study the esoteric hidden in modern-day political culture, it’s a beggars banquet, a witches cauldron out there.  And for whatever reason, the witches, the globalist ones, the REAL ones… are turning up the heat.

     The confetti had barely had time to settle before word exploded of a new far-reaching, elite pedophile scandal that torched elite sensibilities on both sides of the pond.  Particulars were still being unveiled when something else hit like a tsunami to wipe out all that had come before: Paris was under siege.  The City of Light had instantly become the City of Light and Heat.  At this rate, next on the Extinction-Level laundry list will be asteroids and Planet X.

    In the meantime, the Charlie Hebdo attacks in Paris feature such an internecine web of interlocking factions and sinister interests that to probe the situation now is nearly an exercise in futility, akin to the old vaudeville routine of keeping a dozen or so plates spinning atop sticks on a darkened stage.  First and foremost, it was vital that blame had to be laid at the feet of the worldwide Muslim brotherhood.  Be it called ISIS, ISIL, or good old Al Qaeda or another of its CIA-fed offspring emerging on cue from Iraq or Syria, take your pick, it (as an entity) assumes the Oswald pre-ordained role in this shadow play.  When something like this explodes what was said so pointedly in Casablanca also loudly rings true today: “round up the usual suspects.”

     When we examine the recent maelstrom of world events, context turns out to be crucial to an overall understanding.  For instance, in 2012 the Kuala Lumpur War Crimes Commission asked for the names of Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, Gonzales, Yoo, Bybee, Addington, and Haynes to be entered and included in the Commission’s register of War Criminals for the public record:


Foreign Policy Journal 14 May 2012

 “In what is the first ever conviction of its kind anywhere in the world, the former US President and seven key members of his administration were today (Friday) found guilty of war crimes.

Bush, Dick Cheney, Donald Rumsfeld and their legal advisers Alberto Gonzales, David Addington, William Haynes, Jay Bybee and John Yoo were tried in absentia in Malaysia.

The trial held in Kuala Lumpur heard harrowing witness accounts from victims of torture who suffered at the hands of US soldiers and contractors in Iraq and Afghanistan.

They included testimony from British man Moazzam Begg, an ex-Guantanamo detainee and Iraqi woman Jameelah Abbas Hameedi who was tortured in the notorious Abu Ghraib prison.

At the end of the week-long hearing, the five-panel tribunal unanimously delivered guilty verdicts against Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld and their key legal advisors who were all convicted as war criminals for torture and cruel, inhumane and degrading treatment.

Full transcripts of the charges, witness statements and other relevant material will now be sent to the Chief Prosecutor of the International Criminal Court, as well as the United Nations and the Security Council.”

     Also in 2013 the Kuala Lumpur War Crimes Tribunal found Israel guilty of massive and continuing war crimes against Palestine.  After all this, in 2014, airplanes from Malaysia-based airlines began disappearing and falling from the sky.  It seems to me the first clue to solving the puzzle of the disintegration of all Malaysia airlines probably starts right here.  And so it goes in much the same way with the Charlie Hebdo attacks:  the answer lies not in the attacks themselves, but what they were designed to provide covering, suppressive fire for; because in the shell game of global parapolitics, the ultimate truth is always what your gaze is being diverted from.  And the more critical it is to the grand occultic infrastructure of Us vs. Them, the louder and greater the diversion called for.

     The attacks themselves provided ample, incriminating evidence of being a setup, false flag, psyop, take your pick.  There’s the fact that at least one of the alleged perpetrators had meetings prior to the attacks with former French president Nicolas Sarkozy.  There’s the fact that one of the gunmen’s passports was conveniently found at the scene, echoing exactly what happened on scene and in rental cars on 9/11, the planting of evidence being necessary just in case the scripted mainstream media drumbeat of assigning blame proved insufficient.  There’s also the recording of the point blank attack on a downed policeman in the street with a Kalashnikov high-velocity assault rifle that despite firing from no more than a foot away into his head produced no blood or other observable effect.  Add to all this the ingredient that both Cherif and Said Kouachi, as well as supposed mastermind Amedy Coulibaly (who also was the perp at the Jewish supermarket takeover) all at one time were part of NATO forces in both Iraq and Syria, as you have the recipe for behind-the-scenes manipulation on a grand scale.   

     And speaking of manipulation of the group mind, take a look at the obligatory assembled world leaders photo-op, in a scenario that presented them as being at the forefront of a massive rally of more than a reported 3 million people that took to the Paris streets in a show of “unity” against the attacks.  Then see exactly how much of a staged fabrication it all was.  These agent provocateurs, these wolves in sheeps’ clothing, were nowhere near a large group of anything, although they and the compliant media took great pains to present themselves as being “one with the people.”  All a part of the LIE you are sold, about everything, on a daily basis.



     Some other points to consider are the fact that the Kouachi brothers were funded by Pentagon lunch guest (in the weeks after 9/11) Anwar al-Awlaki.  Coincidentally, it was discovered that he had intimate ties with three of the Flight 77 hijackers on 9/11: Hani Hanjour, Khalid al Midhar, and Nawaf al-Hamzi. 

     Also, and not to put too fine of a point on it, the Hebdo attacks took place on a date of high occultic significance:  January 7th is St. Winebald Day, extolled in the Satanic calendar for blood rituals, dismemberment, and human sacrifice.  These attacks were designed to be performed and carried out by people and their masters having only the highest interests in Satanism.   

     Perhaps of no significance at all was the fact that in December 2014 France’s House of Parliament voted 339 votes to 151 to formally recognize the Palestinian state.  Netanyahu called the vote a “grave mistake.”  Israel then warned France of “grave consequences” on the way.  Just more coincidence I’m sure.  Like the DOD being pals with al-Awlaki.

     Then there was this interesting e-mail making the rounds just weeks ago, from a purported Rothschild to one Lasha Darkmoon, which could represent some ultimate insider information:

     Brief introductory note by Lasha Darkmoon: I have just received an electrifying email from my friend Ellie Katsnelson, aka Madame Rothschild, a German aristocrat of Rothschild parentage who has fallen out with her “family” after certain traumatic events during her adolescence, including the mysterious death of her mother in the Swiss Alps in 1989.  

The email was sent to me on Sunday, January 11, 2015 5:56 AM, i.e., yesterday. I transcribe it exactly as written, except for one or two minor alterations in the interests of extra clarity.  

Reader, you must make up your own mind if there is any truth in these chilling revelations. I myself remain undecided, as is my custom, preferring to keep an open mind until the facts have been clearly established.

“Dear Lasha,
I won’t write to the Comments section of your website, as you suggest, because I cannot help feeling that it is juvenile to do so. But this I will say most emphatically, based on my private sources, for as you know, I am a resident of France and have many friends in high places in Paris and elsewhere: not only do I believe that the Paris circus was not done by the Muslims, I actually know for a certainty that it was not.
Muslims had nothing—I repeat, nothing—whatever to do with the carnage that took place in Paris last week.

A few young ladies whom I know and who are active in the Palestinian movement—with your own countryman, George Galloway, I believe—explained everything to me two days ago. This whole event was organized in Brussels. Even Ahmed Merabet, the first French policeman purportedly shot dead, is actually not a Muslim at all: his real name is Avigdor, and his brother’s name is Maloch, recently changed to Melek—all of them crypto-Jews in the service of Israeli intelligence, i.e., Mossad agents.

Avigdor is in Buenos Aires right now, and will remain there for six years, a standard operating procedure with those deep in Israeli psyops. After this he will resurface with a new identity, by which time of course the populace will have forgotten all about the Paris attacks.

Remember Gladio? Well, if you don’t, you don’t have to—as you are living through it right now.

Lasha, I am well known for being able to chatter on endlessly and to write even at greater length, so this is all for now. I will write you an email sometimes in March when I return to France and the UK from Sydney. Hopefully, there will be no more pussyfooting around, and we can sit down and enjoy a glass of wine together, as befits two queens: one a drama queen (me), the other a mystery queen (you.)
That’s all, dear.  Bye for now and keep well. I’ve missed you.

Ellie K

P.S. Regarding the Paris farce. I forgot to mention the amount such players get paid. It is 666,000 euros or dollars, depending on the country the event is staged in. The amount may seem random and insignificant to you, but once you know how important numerology and signs are to the Kabalistic Jews, things begin to make sense.

Moreover, the number SIX features again, you will notice, as that is the number of years during which the commandos carrying out the operation are not allowed to resurface. They have to lie low for six years, living lives of impeccable respectability under their newly invented personas.  When they finally emerge into the full light of day, it is never in the country where they performed their original theatrics.

Thus Avigdor, the ”hero” of the Paris op, and all the rest of his accomplices in crime, will start a new life elsewhere: with a new identity, new papers, a new passport—even a nice new house provided. Everything else will be given to these operatives to enable them to make a fresh start in life, including a wife or partner who is also an undercover agent. Nothing, absolutely nothing, is left to chance.”

     We could go on and on and on regarding the fishy circumstances with globalist overtones regarding the Hebdo siege, but the main thrust of this article is not the ‘what’ of it, but the ‘why.’  Why exactly did these attacks take place when they did on the world stage, and what exactly were they designed to take the heat off of?  Now we entertain, as Paul Harvey would say, the rest of the story.

     What headline story could possibly be so important to suppress that it would require a terrorist attack to be summoned upon a major metropolitan city? It would have to be one of a hub of interconnecting bloodlines on both sides of the Atlantic engaged in monstrousness so vast and vile, so pervasive and unaccountable, that too deep a knowledge of it would threaten the Anglo power structure of the entire Western world.  That story would of course have to encompass black tentacles that reached everywhere, from the dusty plains of the furthest reaches of the American Midwest to the shining fixtures and corridors adorning Buckingham Palace.  From the never-ending neon haze engulfing the 24-hour party people roaming West Palm Beach to the freshly painted alcoves and hidden rooms of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, where screams go to die in the night.  Haunted houses, it seems, come in all shapes and colors.

     That story is Jeffrey Epstein’s story, and if you think Jeb Bush and Hillary Clinton don’t figure in all this, with an entire upcoming Presidential election twisting in the wind, then you don’t realize just how far these people will go in their madness to retain power and control.  That power and control psychopathy reaches terminal velocity with us, the useless eaters, but it more often than not starts with children, and that is where Jeffrey Epstein, and the tentacles, begin.  Be forewarned, delving into these waters we enter the realm where the mask of sanity slips, and proudly.
      Epstein seemingly has always been around, like some horrible parasitical fungus, but his tale enters the mainstream again, in the waning days of 2014, with the testimony of Jane Doe no.3.  And from her tale the narrative branches out into a veritable sci-fi theatre touching on human slavery/pedophilia networks worldwide, mind control, the occult, ritual abuse, Florida flight schools, terrorists, 9/11 and murder, among others.  The mainstream story, as propagated by the likes of NYMag and other gatekeeping rags, has it that Epstein abandoned a teaching job to become a whizkid prodigy at brokerage hut Bear Stearns in New York, where he wheeled and dealed into becoming just successful enough that supposedly there came a time that he yearned for more of the bright lights in the big city.  Or as NYMag would so glibly put it, in a shameless lack of investigative reporting and total shilling for Epstein: 

”In 1980 Epstein made partner, but he had left the firm by 1981.  Working in a bureaucracy was not for him; what’s more, in rubbing up against even greater sums of money during his time at Bear, he began to feel the need to grab his own piece of the action.”

      Vicky Ward, writing for Vanity Fair as a contributing editor in 2003, a position she held for 11 years, did some real investigating and found out the truth, in a piece that was subsequently totally gutted by the Vanity Fair editor – for reasons that may or may not be apparent in light of what’s going on today.  Here she explains in a piece for The Daily Beast, dated 1-06-15 titled “I Tried To Warn You About Sleazy Billionaire Jeffrey Epstein In 2003.”  Some relevant portions:

     “Jeffrey wanted me to tell you that you looked so pretty,” the female voice said into my disbelieving ear.

It was the fall of 2002. I was pregnant, uncomfortably so, for the first time and with twins, due the following March. I was besieged by a relentless morning sickness. I was sick in street gutters, onto my desk, at dinners with friends. I suffered severe bloating and water retention.

But here was this faux-compliment coming, bizarrely and a bit grotesquely, from a woman I hadn’t met—a female assistant who worked for one Jeffrey Epstein, a mysterious Gatsby-esque financier whom I’d been assigned to write about by my then-boss Graydon Carter, the editor of Vanity Fair. (Epstein had caught the attention of the press when he had flown Bill Clinton on his jet to Africa. No one knew who he was or understood how he’d made his money.)

Upon hearing of my assignment, Epstein had invited me to an off-the-record tea at his Upper East Side house (during which I distinctly remember he rudely ate all the finger food himself) and then had his assistant call to tell me he’d thought I was pretty.

At first—it was the early stages of reporting—I was amused at having been so crassly underestimated. For a man who clearly considered himself a sophisticated ladies’ man (the only book he’d left out for me to see was a paperback by the Marquis de Sade), I thought his journalist-seduction technique was a bit like his table manners—in dire need of improvement.

If only it had all ended there. This was what it had been meant to be. A gossipy piece about a shadowy, slightly sinister but essentially harmless man who preferred track-pants to suits but somehow lived very large, had wealthy, important friends, hung out with models, and shied away from the press…

It became obvious as I was reporting his story that you could essentially divide Jeffrey Epstein’s biography into two themes. One was the hidden source of his wealth—he claimed he’d fueled a lifestyle of vast homes, a private jet, and endless travel by managing the money of billionaires and taking a commission, a story that no one I spoke to believed—while the second mystery was his unorthodox lifestyle…

My investigation began to take on unexpected twists. After a bit of digging I found myself not in some plush office setting but going through the metal detectors inside the Federal Medical Center at Devens prison in Massachusetts, where I met with one Steve Hoffenberg, a fraudster who’d been convicted of bilking investors of more than $450 million in one of the largest pre-Madoff Ponzi schemes in history. He was sentenced to 20 years in prison.

Hoffenberg told me that he’d met Epstein shortly after Epstein had been kicked out of Bear Stearns in 1981 for “getting into trouble” and that Hoffenberg had seen charm and talent in him —“he has a way of getting under your skin”—and had hired him as a “consultant” to work with.

Hoffenberg, officially, ran Towers Financial, a collection agency that was supposed to buy debts that people owed to hospitals, banks, and phone companies, but instead the funds paid off earlier investors and subsidized his own lavish lifestyle. Hoffenberg told me had he had been Epstein’s mentor and that Epstein had made a terrible mistake in doing something so high-profile as flying Bill Clinton, since that would only draw a spotlight to his business dealings. “I always told him to stay below the radar,” he said.

Aware that I was listening to a convicted felon who had lied under oath—he was, after all, sitting before me in an orange jumpsuit—I left the jail determined to get more concrete proof about the source of Epstein’s finances. Slowly, I got there.

It took many meetings of the type you see in the movies. There I was, with my growing belly, in the backs of people’s chauffeured-driven cars, in out-of-the way hotel bars—and finally, in my sixth month, when my doctor had begun to look dismayed and told me to take it easy, a train ride to a law firm in Philadelphia, where I and a research assistant were shown a room full of boxes with legal files, and the man who brought us there whispered, “Good luck!”

Luck did shine upon me that day. I opened the first box, and there was Epstein’s deposition in a civil case explaining in his own testimony that he had indeed been guilty of a “reg d violation” while at Bear Stearns and that he’d been asked to leave the investment firm; it was the nail in the coffin I needed.

I had discovered many other concrete, irrefutable examples of strange business practices by Epstein, and while I still couldn’t tell you exactly what he did do to subsidize his lifestyle, my piece would certainly show that he was definitely not what he claimed to be.”

      Firstly after all this I just have to ask, does VF editor Graydon Carter have more bruises on his knees than a hooker?  Or does he simply power through with a trained gag reflex and the strength of his obsequiousness alone?  It’s because of scum like this that people, with good reason, hate “journalists.”

     The excellent piece basically goes on to lay the entire creation of Epstein at the feet of one Leslie Wexner, CEO and founder of The Limited, Abercrombie and Fitch, and Victoria’s Secret, because without pal Wexner’s money, we have to speculate about where else it might be coming from.  And this is a guy (Epstein) that turns down managing accounts of even $500 million and $750 million because – as the story goes – they’re not worth it to him.  Which could mean that he’s tied up in other moneymaking ventures for other people that obviously take precedent. 

      Jeffrey Epstein owns the island of Little St. James in the Caribbean.  Other properties include the Straus Mansion in Manhattan, a Palm Beach mansion, a Paris apartment, and the Zorro Ranch in Stanley, N.M.  Wexner owned the Manhattan property until 1995, when he sold it to Epstein for $1.00.  Yes, a dollar.

      It’s believed Epstein rigged his properties with hidden cameras and has video evidence of everything and everybody that went on in them.   

     In fact, in 2006, discovery papers filed state Epstein installed hidden videocameras in numerous places on his properties to record sex between various “important people” and underage male and female prostitutes for criminal purposes.  

     Let’s let that sink in, and just how closely it mirrors what went on in the enclaves of Embassy Row, hard by D.C.’s infamously creepy Rock Creek Park, at parties thrown by Craig Spence at the height of the Franklin Scandal in the 1980s.  At those after-parties in an Op run by Spence but likely dating back to Roy Cohn, various politicos and elites were filmed with minors aged 8 and up for blackmail purposes.  Once you’ve got the goods on them, any agenda you wish to implement is up and running, obstacle-free, forever and ever.  As an historical footnote, the Franklin Scandal led straight into the halls of the Reagan/Bush (or more accurately Bush/Reagan) White House, with 11 and 12-year-old “rent boys” being checked in and out according to the official logs, mostly after midnight, for years.  Anyway, with a line like this going, an Epstein has no need of a Wexner to bankroll him.  And as you can see, he's only following blueprints long since established.

     In 2007, when model Maximilia Cordero filed suit against Epstein for statutory rape and sexual assault, her lawyer included a description of what has by now become a legendary piece of puerile decor in chez Epstein: "[The] defendant gave plaintiff a tour of his Manhattan mansion, showing her a huge crystal staircase with a huge crystal ball by the railing, ceiling chandeliers, a lounge room with red chairs, and a statue of a dog with a statue of dog feces next to it.”

     Vicky Ward again, in her 2003 profile of Epstein, very memorably captured the experience of touring the residence:  The entrance hall is decorated not with paintings but with row upon row of individually framed eyeballs; these, the owner tells people with relish, were imported from England, where they were made for injured soldiers.  Hmmm, someone else of similar ilk had an eyeball fetish if I remember.  Birds of a feather I guess.  Did Epstein know and hang out with Savile?


      Jeffrey Epstein was convicted of a single state (Fla) charge of solicitation of prostitution in June 2008 and began serving an 18-month sentence.  The sinister angle is compounded when it was later revealed that his lawyers, Gerald Lefcourt, Alan Dershowitz, and Ken Starr worked a “deal” to get him indicted on flimsy State charges rather than the impending Federal ones, which could have seen him imprisoned for 20 years or more on charges of the human-trafficking variety.  This “deal” also rendered null and void any pending or future charges against any co-conspirators, of which Dershowitz was one.  Federal prosecutors are now going back and closely examining just what went on to render this plea deal, which likely includes lots of activity as chronicled by Vicky Ward again:

      Take close note in the article of Epstein's actions towards Ward, and how closely they mirror Mafia/CIA/NSA intimidation tactics, not to mention how they go hand-in-hand with the tactics that would psychologically be employed by a facile "groomer."

      Evidently, the deal also included some back-door provision (pardon the pun) for Epstein also.  Because he served only 13 months of his 18, and during those 13 months he was allowed leave to travel to Little St. James and his other holdings to “conduct business” for up to 16 hours a day.  And I’m sure we can all guess what kind of business that was and continues to be.  Smirk for us Jeffrey.


     And so the charmed life of wealthy-old-man-about-town Epstein continued breezily, or as breezily as the life of any registered sex offender can, until the charges of “Jane Doe no.3,” or Virginia Roberts, were assigned in the last weeks of 2014, and proceeded to blaze through the headlines on both sides of the Atlantic.  Because these charges included not only Epstein, but also Bill Clinton, Alan Dershowitz, and the Royal Family’s own Prince Andrew.  Here’s a pic of Roberts, Andrew, and the ever-present Ghislane Maxwell on Little St. James. 

 Maxwell, daughter of the disgraced publisher Robert Maxwell

 and an “ex” of Epstein’s, continues to be Epstein’s groomer and procurer of wayward young girls into a huge network of child sex workers.  Among the charges against her were that she often participated in the abuse of the girls along with Epstein, and that on her computers she has thousands of photos of said young girls, taken in compromising positions with various elites.


      Roberts claims that her abuses, when she was 17 and under the age of consent, happened in Florida, London, New York, and on Little St. James. In the most recent court documents, filed on December 30, Roberts further claims she was sex-trafficked to “many other powerful men, including numerous prominent American politicians, powerful business executives, foreign presidents, a well-known Prime Minister, and other world leaders.” Roberts said Epstein trafficked children to politicians, Wall Streeters and A- listers to curry favor, advance his business, and for political influence.  Privately Epstein has settled lawsuits for child molestation with the families of 32 other “jane does” since 2008. The youngest victims were 12 years old at the time of their abuse.

      In 2006 the FBI counted at least 40 underage girls who had been molested by Epstein.  Authorities searched his Florida mansion and found two computers containing child pornography and homemade video and photographs from cameras hidden in bedroom walls which had been used to film sex acts. The case was airtight for many counts of sexual crimes but Palm Beach State Attorney Barry Krischer and the Justice Department stepped in and offered Epstein a plea deal. In 2008 Epstein pleaded guilty in a Florida court to one count of soliciting underage girls for sex. His punishment was 13 months of “8 hour nights only” at a halfway house. No other charges about raping underage girls nor running an underage sex trafficking ring were mentioned in the plea. His legal team? Gerald Lefcourt, Roy Black, Ken Starr  …. and Alan Dershowitz.  Roberts specifically names in her charges multiple abuse counts against Epstein, Prince Andrew, and Dershowitz.

      Once again, the federal non-prosecution agreement Epstein’s legal team negotiated immunized all named and unnamed potential co-conspirators in Epstein’s child trafficking network, which includes those who procured minors for Epstein and any powerbrokers who may have molested them. This creates a huge legal conflict because, although Dershowitz wasn’t a signatory to the plea agreement, he did play a significant role in negotiating it on Epstein’s behalf and in doing so provided immunity from federal prosecution not only to Epstein but also, potentially, to himself for the alleged sexual abuse of who court records refer to as “jane doe #3.”  The exact wording:


     Afterwards a smug Epstein claimed “I’m not a sexual predator, I’m an ‘offender.’ It’s the difference between a murderer and a person who steals a bagel.”  Smirk again for us Jeff.  Yay, bagels for everyone!


     And now we come to the saga of Bill Clinton and where he fits into all this.  Roberts maintains that she never had sexual relations with Clinton or knew of him taking an interest in any other of Epstein’s sex slave stable of prepubescent harem girls, but mentions that he was “often” present on Little St. James during her “work” years there.  Clinton’s name also appears some 11 times on the Lolita Express (Epstein’s private jet) flight manifest records from 2002 thru 2005.


      Epstein also includes Clinton’s name in his famous “little black book,” now in the possession of prosecutors.  Also provided are 21 contact numbers and various e-mail addresses for Clinton.  Also incriminating is the fact that none other than Ghislane Maxwell was personally invited to attend Chelsea Clinton’s wedding, and here’s the photo proof; all of this of course coming long after it was known of her involvement in sex offender Epstein’s network.


      Here is also a photo of Maxwell and Epstein roaming the grounds of Sandringham in 2000,

 the Royal Estate where a young girl’s body happened to be found buried in shallow ground some three miles from the royal residence.  The remains were discovered on New Year’s Day 2012 by someone walking a dog.  Forensic evidence identified the decomposed corpse as Alisa Dmitrijeva, a Latvian teenager, 17, who had been reported missing in August from her home in the town of Wisbech in eastern England, about 20 miles from Sandringham.  “Det. Chief Inspector Jes Fry, the lead officer in the case, said Sunday that police were now trying to establish whether any public events or activities took place in the area between the end of August and the end of September 2011, around the time of Alisa’s disappearance.

     The BBC reported that the area is popular for pheasant and partridge shoots, which are sometimes attended by members of the royal household,” the LATimes repeated.  This of course all ties in to Roberts’ most explosive claims about Prince Andrew, whom she claims had sex with her twice when she was underage.  Much to the embarrassment of the Royals, it had long been known of Andrew’s relationship with Epstein, seen here trolling together in Central Park, 2011.  It would be fair to say that the Royal Family are, as I used to hear downtown, wiggin pretty hard right now.


     Things take an ominous and sinister turn when we examine some other interests of Epstein.  In the next installment we’ll look at some very interesting and telling areas, and the recently disclosed flight logs of the ‘Lolita Express,’ as well as the laundry list of names in Epstein’s little black book that his personal attaché and house manager, Alfredo Rodriguez, may very well have been murdered over.   

     Names that Rodriguez was certain were key to unraveling a vast network and worldwide conspiracy of child and human trafficking at the highest levels of politics, business, and government.  Names that included Donald Trump, Courtney Love, former Israeli Prime Minister Ehud Barack, and Alan Dershowitz as potential “material witnesses” to Epstein’s crimes and abuses against underage girls, as well as those same names having intimate knowledge of the worldwide network and how it operated.  All in all, given what we know and reading between the lines, this appears to be the outline of ongoing Monarch Programming taking shape, and on a previously unimaginable scale.
      More to follow next week, where we’ll get to those Florida flight schools, Jeb Bush, 9/11, and where they all fit into this puzzle.  We’ll also stumble upon some interesting facts about Epstein’s Stanley, N.M. property, and, incredibly, even a possible tie-in to the Dutroux affair in Belgium.  Don’t go anywhere, this is just starting to get interesting…


 “Put me up above the boy/ The one I love I should destroy/ My sweet tooth has burned a hole/ Forget about it all/ He hit so hard I saw stars/ He hit so hard I saw God/ He’s cold give him a candycoat/He can’t swim but he can float/ One by one they all fall down/ I look at him and drown/ He’s so candy my downfall/ Melt in my mouth til he’s nothing at all/ This keeps me I can’t sleep/ He rages to be true/ He hit so hard I saw stars/ He hit so hard I saw God.”         HIT SO HARD    1998, Hole  (Courtney Love)