There was a glorious moment the other day, after it was announced that Jeffrey Epstein had been found dead, supposedly by suicide, when the entire trending topics on Twitter was filled with things like #ClintonBodyCount, #EpsteinMurder, Prince Andrew and what have you.
And it wasn't just people remarking how ridiculous it was that anyone would suggest that Epstein's death was anything other than him feeling extreme guilt for the pain and suffering he caused those poor girls and somehow finding a way to kill himself, despite the fact that they took his shoelaces the first time he supposedly tried to commit suicide.
Even the absolute worst people on the Internets—the kinds of worthless sacks of shit who would adopt any position if they thought it would get them a job with some VC-backed woke-exploitation outfit that'll be out of business in six months anyway—resorted to some variation on, Well, this obviously raises a lot of questions.
The best thing that can possibly come from this, other than women not having to be touched by men unless they absolutely want to and are properly compensated, is that people come to accept the fact that the people who really run the world meet on remote islands to engage in various depraved sex acts. It's already a fairly widely accepted notion in hip-hop, and it just goes to show the prescience of Professor Griff.
Unfortunately, I don't foresee very many other members of the global pedo-elite being arrested and/or assassinated by Mossad. Most likely, Epstein's death will be used as an excuse to sweep the whole thing under the rug. They'll continue to investigate, for appearances, but any outcome will be deemed inconclusive. Anyone who considers cooperating will be summoned to a smoke-filled room, shown a video of Epstein's "suicide" and then asked if they have any questions.