If you thought the Jeffrey Epstein saga was dead and buried, think again. The ghosts of Palm Beach, pedophile islands, and billionaire orgies just came screaming back to life—this time with a naked woman, a Sharpie, and Donald J. Trump’s signature as pubic hair.
Seriously.
In a shocking report that’s already rocking the political world, The Wall Street Journal revealed that Ghislaine Maxwell, convicted sex trafficker and Epstein’s right-hand predator, compiled a grotesque 50th birthday scrapbook for Epstein in 2003. And nestled among the boob jokes and dirty poems from America’s elite is a letter supposedly from Trump himself.
It features a hand-drawn outline of a nude woman, Trump’s name scribbled below the belt, and ends with this now-haunting sign-off:
“Happy Birthday — and may every day be another wonderful secret.”
Wonderful secret?
A Standing Ovation for Real Journalism
Before I go any further, let’s take a moment to applaud the guts and grit of Wall Street Journal reporters Khadeeja Safdar and Joe Palazzolo. In an era when too many outlets bow to power or hedge their reporting, these two journalists dug deep and told the story anyway. And credit where credit is due: the Wall Street Journal, traditionally no enemy of Trump, showed serious backbone by publishing this exposé despite legal threats from the President of the United States. This is the kind of fearless, truth-to-power journalism we desperately need. Bravo.
Pornographic Presidential Penmanship?
Trump, true to form, erupted. “I never wrote a picture in my life,” he told the Journal. “It’s not my language. It’s not my words.” He also threatened to sue, because of course he did.
But let’s rewind: Trump and Epstein were thick as thieves in the ‘90s and early 2000s. Parties. Jet rides. Mar-a-Lago mingling. There’s even video of Trump groping women with Epstein at his side, looking on like a proud uncle at a wet t-shirt contest.
This isn’t just a letter. It’s a time capsule—a crude, creepy peek into the club of ultra-rich degenerates who once passed girls like cigars and protected each other like made men.
And now it’s public.
Who Else Is In the Book of Shame?
It wasn’t just Trump. The birthday book features:
- Leslie Wexner, former Victoria’s Secret mogul, gifting a doodle of a woman’s breasts.
- Alan Dershowitz, with a fake “Vanity Unfair” cover, asking if Epstein was Jack the Ripper.
- A “fun in the sun” poem ending with “Epstein…you rock!” (Yes, seriously.)
- And an acrostic:
“Jeffrey, oh Jeffrey!
Everyone loves you!
Fun in the sun!
Fun just for fun!
Remember…don’t forget me soon!”
Maxwell hired a NYC bookbinder to compile the twisted tome. It sat unseen for years—possibly reviewed by Justice Department officials, but conveniently excluded from the latest Epstein file release.
The Great Redaction: What’s Trump Hiding?
Let’s connect the dots.
Pam Bondi, now Trump’s Attorney General, promised to release the Epstein files. But “Phase 1” was a dud. Now, the DOJ says there’s nothing left to see. Even Elon Musk called B.S., tweeting:
“How can people be expected to have faith in Trump if he won’t release the Epstein files?”
He later deleted it. (Pressure? Panic? Both?)
Meanwhile, Trump’s DOJ is stonewalling, and Republicans like Jim Jordan refuse to hold hearings. Instead, Trump attacks his own base for still asking questions.
Why the sudden rage, Don? Who’s really in those files?
From Outsider to Insider: The Fracture in MAGA-Land
This scandal slices deep into the MAGA narrative. Trump, once the anti-elite outsider, is now exposed as a player in the very circle he once vowed to burn down.
You can’t claim to drain the swamp when you were sketching soft-core cartoons for the swamp’s most infamous predator.
The Letter That Could Sink It All
Imagine: a crude cartoon, a bawdy message, and a signature in the shape of pubic hair—potentially written by a man who now controls the FBI, the DOJ, and a possible third term of power.
This isn’t a scandal. It’s a warning shot from history, and we should be paying attention.
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