PROMISES, PROMISES, PROMISES!

A bully. Liar. Con man. Lifelong cheat.
Convicted felon. No respect for law.
Uneducated voters think he’s God—
or sent by God to fix an unfair world
where being male and white is not enough.
They call on God—the other one, on high—
to bless their hatred with prosperity.
And God—the one in D.C—answers prayers
by suing foes, unleashing private armies
on immigrants, and posting diatribes.

But now the presidential crown’s at risk.
Epstein’s ring of wealthy pedophiles
provokes the cry, “Release the Epstein files!”
He stalls, resists, twists arms— then flips. Agrees.
In videos and photos, Don and Jeff
are partying together, side by side.
So—yes, he says he’ll do the big reveal.
But will the files be whole– or missing chunks,
with names redacted, segments lost or trashed?
And Epstein’s dead. Convenient. He can’t talk.

You think we’ll finally see hard evidence
that “grab ‘em by the pussy”—basic rape,
two dozen charges, one conviction– rape
has always been a hobby? Would an isle
of teen-aged girls be catnip to this tom?
Release the Epstein files? He signed the bill.
But will we ever see them? Sure! When hell-
fire freezes solid, grocery prices fall,
and health care is available to all.
His handlers won’t finance a losing game.

Copyright 11/25 Patricia Doyne