I had a pretty good sleep here at Refuge Farm. It is quiet. No mob out front screaming anything. I am determined not to do anything that will get me doxxed…well, at least nothing I am doing currently. Apparently life is an open book now, no and since being accused is the same as being convicted these days, my understanding of what I still might be vulnerable for is a little uncertain.

That is one of the considerations in taking a considered approach to the public forum. I thought I was pretty safe. I never met Mr. Comey, though I did see his impressive height around town at Community events. I worked for Jim Clapper and occasionally saw Jim Brennan in action at Deputies Committee meetings when a real person could not attend and I was directed to cover, not speak and take extensive notes.

I vowed recently that this would be the last national security scandal in which I know the people being accused. I was relieved to remember that I dodged exposure to the roaring vortex of the media cycle. I have never had to ‘lawyer up’ for anything, except the divorce, and I will never put myself in that position again. I am sure General Flynn would agree.

But I was wrong. Nothing is over until it is over, and even grim death doesn’t have the final say.

A batch of documents regarding that appalling and alarming scandal were released last week, and names began to pop out on Friday, the time you want to allow ugly news to age and be reframed by Monday.

Someone out there is Writing a Book about the affair, which apparently is the new means The Swamp operates to pass money to the authors outside more traditional means of bribery and corruption.

It is quite dreary.

Anyway, the two names released happen to be more old professional acquaintances. I won’t dignify the unindicted and unproven accusations by citing the names. They are out there if you care. But when I heard, I thought it was the beginning of the usual Lawfare/Extortion racket wrapped up with the horrid Epstein pedophile network, and started checking out the state of play.

I had been to the mailbox to check the mail that came yesterday- a minor triumph. I was pretty revved up by completing the task. It was warm and lovely and I did not fall once.

So I plopped down on the power-recliner and grabbed the iPad while the news droned in the background. Then, there is was in large format facial image. The reader read me the banner. “Epstein Found Dead in Jail.”

After last month’s incident- Epstein was found semi-conscious with lacerations of the neck in his cell. Circumstances were unclear. He was the highest-visibility and best-connected felon on New York, if not the world. He was then placed on suicide watch. Prison protocols require “constant visibility and unobstructed view of the subjects by staff.”

About ten minutes after initial notification, the media (not the Coroner) had termed it “a suicide” and the narrative was set for the cycle.

It was a remarkably convenient death, and coincidently located at the top of the weekend news cycle when people ought to be outside and enjoying the summer. Funny how this all works. By Monday Mr. Epstein will be in Hell, and his passing will be old news.

Some people may not be mourning his passing. We will see what the Coroner says on that.

There two other issues that are quite remarkable still in progress- one ending and the other just opening up. If I can get out of bed and survive the hobble to the mailbox, maybe we can talk about it. Everyone agrees that something has to be done.

I am just a little concerned about what it is going to be.

– Vic

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