To me, Epstein's death sounds like a pre-meditated lie

By John Kubicek

January 13, 2020

Here's a quick confession that I must now write out-loud: I'm still infatuated with the Jeffrey Epstein "death" story. Well, okay, maybe "infatuated" wasn't the right word, being who the subject of this series is about. So, let's go with "obsessed," instead. What I want to do in this final - hopefully - episode in this series that began in August 2019, with "Meet your new neighbor: Why, he looks just like...", followed by my post, "So... If Epstein didn't kill himself, is he still alive?" posted in November, 2019, is to explain my obsession.

First of all, these posts aren't meant to convince you of anything other than there is circumstantial evidence, in the form of facts - Key word: Circumstantial - that might make you say, "Hmmmm..."

"Hmmmm... ," just comes out without you meaning any verbal communication, but the better half looks up from her laptop.

"What's on your mind this morning?" she asks, knowing that while it's still early in the morning, you're really on to something... "Already?" she asks.

"Well, yes, already," you reply, "and yes, there is something on my mind that seems to be an obsession... We may need to have a talk about that," you say with a wry smile and a wink.

"Honey," you say with a quick shift to seriousness, "what is something that we would really like to see, but never seem to get? Justice, in where elites get taken down? Finally? And I mean, we're talking about the really deep state."

You were on a very passionate rant, which was surprising for so early in the morning, with less than a cup of coffee so far. And you continue, more in the way of deep thought.

"I guess it was when we watched that 60 Minutes segment about Epstein's death. There were so many things that said to me, well, it's like they're doing all they can to say he is dead, whether by suicide or he was 'suicided,' but they're hiding the other side of the coin! We're being focused on his death, when it could be something totally different!"

"You're on to something there, my darling, but I really hope it's because you're a sane genius!" Yes, that's the way you know that she's paying attention, you're thinking, as a big smile comes across your face.

You're ready to state your "sane genius" theory, and you place your Trump2020 coffee cup back on the table.  You're ready, time to spill the whole theory.

"There were a lot of reasons for President Trump to replace Jeff Sessions with William Barr.  I think the big one is that he needed an AG, and a handful of people that the President could trust, to look into some very evil things, that wouldn't be intimidated. Being that the most evil crime we've known about is the international child sex trafficking going on, and that there may be many well connected people involved in it, a difficult challenge was looming. Are you following me so far?," you ask.

"Well.... Okay, yes, doing my best... Can I warm up your coffee for you?" But she was doing her best not to interrupt your thought train.

"Sure, more stimulation is needed," you kind of sarcastically answer, and then continue. "What if Epstein was an inside informant? What if he had been working undercover since his last conviction for a sex crime? That would be totally weird, but hey, this whole thing seems weird!" You know you're on a roll, and you continue.  "I would imagine that the government would want to keep Epstein alive as a future witness. I can really hear them saying, 'We need to keep Epstein alive,' and the plan to get him out of the MCC hell-hole was hatched."

You look over the coffee cup you're sipping on, and see that she's in deep thought, and probably ready to say something, so you pause for a moment. You're right, and she has a thought to interject.

"So, if Epstein was alive, there would be an all out effort to make people think he's dead, and it seems to be working! Because... it seemed to me that there seemed to be ample evidence he is room temperature. Right... Well, until you kind of started making me think about it... There's a good motive for it."

Yes, there is only one way any of this could have happened. It would have had to have been planned out, so that we'd be convinced of a suicide, or a murder, and definitely, his death; but never consider that Epstein is still alive.  But if I'm right, can you imagine the horror on the faces of the people that see John Durham in their peephole?

So... If Epstein didn't kill himself, is he still alive?

By John Kubicek

November 23, 2019

There was something that I wrote, almost two months ago, that is still receiving a lot of views. I was trying to figure out why, and my curiosity is partly satisfied, as I kept seeing the #EpsteinDidntKillHimself hashtag on Twitter, on a very regular basis. I am pretty sure that many people besides me, and you, are kind of thinking, there is something much bigger going on, and we haven't been able to determine what it is.  Well, perhaps I can put some additional perspective on the apparent "suicide" question of a once convicted sexual predator by the name of Jeffrey Epstein.

Well, yes, in that last post, I did advise all of the readers to forget that they read it. I would kind of like to, but I can't! I'm no longer afraid to express my feelings about the possibility that he has been put in Witness Protection. I am sure that if I thought of it, those that wanted him silenced have by now, too. So, what do you say, let's return to the conversation between you and your significant other, about 2 months later, after meeting the new neighbor.

"Honey, this coffee is tasting so good this morning," you exclaim to your wife on a cool November morning, while checking the headlines on the news pages you check every morning.

She looks up from her laptop, and shakes her head, "Yes, it was so much work to make that coffee, like I do about every morning."

Of course, you know where she was going with that.  You need to tell her how much you appreciate what she does just to get the day started off right. "Why, of course, that trip you made to Columbia to gather the coffee beans, and then grind them up, and measure out the perfect amount, to put into the coffee maker... " Ooops, you know right then that you probably sounded way too sarcastic for so early in the morning, and you realize that it would be best to zip the mouth for a bit.

But before you even get the coffee cup back up to your mouth, she says, "Honey, I'm thinking, more and more, you could have been right."

"Hmmm? What?" you ask, not knowing where she was going.

"I'm seeing the hash-tag thing, everywhere, when I was scanning through Twitter this morning. It is kind of odd," and she pauses to take a sip of her coffee.

"What hash-tag thing?" you ask.

"You know," she says, obviously annoyed that you didn't know, "that hash-tag 'Epstein didn't kill himself' thing. There are road signs where somebody had hacked them or something. I don't know, but I just did this google search, honey, and the stories about the Epstein conspiracy theories are everywhere..."

You look at her, happily sipping more of your coffee, and you're ready to reply, but her pause ends.

"Honey, don't you remember the days when we watched the 'X-Files,' and you explained a few things to me, like about the smoke and mirrors? The government, when they were doing some kind of black op, that they did their best to divert your attention to the 'shiny object in their other hand'?  This seems just like that, if you ask me!"

Wow, she's really getting into this, you're thinking. (And she remembered those X-Files days!) Well, let's see where she is going with this, you think to yourself. It should be interesting. So you ask, "What, sweetheart, makes you think that anything that is reported in the mainstream news about Epstein, could be bogus?"

"This, honey, this thing that I haven't been able to find anything about a death notice." With a frown on her face, she turns to you and asks, "Why can't I find an obituary for Epstein on google, one where they give the time and location of various services?"

"Oh, it's probably there somewhere..." you mention, but you can tell she wants to continue with her thoughts.

"Sure, maybe if I keep on clicking on 'next page' - for eternity - but wouldn't you think that an actual obituary would show up at the top?  Oh, man, you should see this, so many stories about conspiracy theories and debunking those theories.  Honey, how do we know what is true?"

Before you can even open your mouth to respond to her question, she sends you a photo.

Her caption states, "My only evidence that there was emergency medical treatment, but this is not proof of anything. Look, you really wouldn't even know this was Epstein lying on that gurney! Remember the ABC video of bombing in Syria that was really something here in the states about three years ago? That military training exercise thing? Reeeeealy? That could be anybody, and it could be totally staged!"

Your jaw drops practically to the floor.  "This woman is really getting into this!" you think.

But, back to the questions that we all have, now. Is Epstein dead by suicide or homicide? Or, is Epstein alive, and living on an island, as a free man? Or, is he in a neighborhood somewhere, in witness protection?

The government would have a lot of wonderful reasons to get Epstein out of the cell, and into a protection program, to be a government witness somewhere down the road.  Wouldn't we all celebrate if that was the case? I can see it as a fast way to "drain the swamp!" if you know what I mean.

"Honey," she says, totally interrupting your deep thoughts, "I really do think it would be a good idea for us not to tell the media that the perv is living across the street from us..."

Hoping she's right, because there is the theory he's now living in the Middle East. But just read all of the stories, you (we) will have no way of proving what happened, for sure. Don't feel alone. We're all in that boat. I can guarantee, there is more to come.

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.