Meet your new neighbor: Why, he looks just like...

By John Kubicek

You're out mowing your front lawn one day, and a moving van pulls up to the house across the street. The house was on the market several months, but had just sold sometime in the last couple weeks.  A few minutes after the movers arrived, a car pulls up behind the truck and parks. You continue mowing, but every now and then, you take a sneak peak over toward that house. Trying not to be a nosy neighbor, you know. But, you're still interested enough to get a glimpse of the person that appears to be the new owner, or maybe a renter. Looks like an older guy, probably in his late 50's, or maybe 60's.

After the lawn is cut, you put the mower away, and head into the house.  As you pass through the kitchen, your wife is busy with making some cookies, and is just pulling them out of the oven.

After a kiss, you say, "Honey, those look and smell great!  Thank you!"

She smiles, but then mentions, "Honey, you're welcome, but I'm afraid they aren't all for you this time.  I saw that somebody new just moved into the Johnsons' house, and I planned to do a welcome-to-the-neighborhood visit when you were done with the mowing."

"Go ahead and take a shower and put on some clean cloths," she mentions as she sees the sweat still dripping off your forhead, and a very sweat-soaked shirt.  "The cookies will be cooled off and packed up by the time you're ready."

A short while later, you and the wife are walking towards the new neighbor's house.  You both realized that the move didn't take very long, the moving truck was already gone.  The guy probably had a limited amount of furnishings.  Good timing to welcome the new neighbor, you both mention at the same time.  As you arrive, the new neighbor was just coming outside to take a break with a beer in hand.

Upon your arrival, you make the normal congenial introductions, and the wife hands the plate of fresh cookies to the gentleman.  After some small talk, you observe that he is wearing some kind of ankle bracelet.  The new neighbor sees you checking out the object on his ankle, and quickly explains, "Oh, that?  I just finished up a stint in the big house, and I'm on supervised release."

At that time, you get that feeling that you've seen this person somewhere before.  You can't quite place it, but there is a familiar appearance in his eyes and face shape.  You really can't help it when that happens.

You're walking back home after a short visit with the new neighbor, and as you get to your house, you say to your wife, "Honey, that guy really looked familiar, in some kind of way.  I think I know who he reminds me of..."

She turns to you, and says, "I know who you're thinking of.  Please, honey, don't.  And especially, don't mention it to one other soul.  Promise?"

You just want to say, "Well, he looks just like that guy that suspiciously died in that New York jail...  But, nah, they have a coroner's or medical examiner's report, the Attorney General made a statement about the man's apparent suicide.  They wouldn't lie, would they?  About a couple jail guards who fell asleep and falsified their shift reports?  About the cellmate that was moved out of his cell the night before?  About the lackadaisical way a very high profile prisoner was being guarded by substitute guards, and nonfunctioning video equipment?  That he had been on suicide watch, but somehow... Really?"

You might think about one of the conspiracy theories out there, that the man, Jeffrey Epstein, was murdered in his cell.  That would be the perfect theory, and very plausible, if you believe everyone in the government has a lot to hide.  And that may be true.  Epstein was doing some very horrible things, and there may be some very high profile people that could be implicated.  There could be many suspects that would and could arrange his murder.  But, on the other hand, what if Epstein were to be a State's witness, to tell the authorities about who else was involved in a child sex slave ring?  Would not a Witness Protection operation be plausible?

And that is the problem.  Your wife advises you, very wisely, not to mention your suspicions, to anyone.  The enemy, those that want Epstein to be actually dead, could hear of your suspicions, and you and your family could be endangered.  It would be best to keep those thoughts to yourself, especially if you were actually to meet that new neighbor that could plausibly be Jeffrey Epstein. Just know that all the conspiracy theories about him being murdered in that prison would be wrong, and be happy with that.  That would be a good thing.

And now, do yourself a big favor, and forget that you ever read this post, and saw his photo.  Allow the government to use him, if he is possibly still alive, and let the Feds get those nasty people involved in the child sex trade, and put them all away.