Took a while, but there is enough out on Epstein now to finally finish this off. Well, for the time being. We really don't want to become the Epstein show but there was no way we could not follow up on the summer of coverup, the autumn of lies, and the winter of...the Department of Justice breaking the law.

This is far from over, and now I am starting to wonder if we should dust off the Franklin Coverup. Nah. That would be crazy.

For now, enjoy! I guess. If that is the right word.

We started this story with a guy who had no qualifications and all the access in the world. By the end, he was dead in a jail cell that somehow had no working cameras, no guards paying attention, and no real answers.

In this final part of the Epstein series, we cover the "suicide" that kicked off a thousand conspiracy theories, the people who still believe the lies, and the survivors who never stopped fighting. We also talk about the fake Epstein files, the real ones (probably), and how nothing at all is resolved.

It doesn't wrap up neatly. It doesn't feel fair. And it still isn't over.

We continue with the awful story of that peice of crap Epstein. We know he had a ridiculous life full of private jets, mansions, and famous friends who acted like hanging out with a convicted predator was just another Tuesday. But this is when it all started to look like it MAYBE might catch up to him.

In this episode, we cover the cops who actually tried to do their jobs (props where they're due), the prosecutors who definitely didn't, and the first time Epstein almost got in trouble—but then we found out the fix was in.

Also: Jizzbag Maxwell was right there, luring in girls like a rich sociopath camp counselor while the system (except for the Palm beach cops) tied itself in knots trying not to look too hard.

Justice? Not even close. But the cracks were starting to show. And hey, we know the ending so...