Month: December 2019

by William Skink

If you haven’t looked into the Epstein shit, man, you’re missing out on the fun.

I mean, how can you truly appreciate all the clever memes out there referencing the commonly held belief that Epstein didn’t kill himself if you don’t understand all the connections and people of influence in strange orbits around one of America’s most prolific pedophiles?

This post will in no way get into all that, but it will highlight how Epstein connects to William Barr through Barr’s dad, Donald, and how Donald Barr wrote a science fiction book called Space Relations that featured rape scenes of teenage girls.

First, who is Donald Barr? From Wikipedia:

Barr served in the Office of Strategic Services (OSS) during World War II. He was teaching English at Columbia in 1955. He initiated the Columbia University Science Honors Program in 1958 and was its director until 1964. He was headmaster of the Dalton School from 1964 to 1974, when he resigned, citing conflicts with the board of trustees.

During his time at Dalton, Barr is alleged to have had a role in hiring Jeffrey Epstein as a math teacher despite Epstein having dropped out of college and being only 21 years old at the time. It has been noted that Epstein’s crimes are similar to the plot of Barr’s novel Space Relations from 1973.

Pretty amazing, right? And isn’t it cool how Epstein and Trump and Billy C. were all pals and all accused of multiple sexual crimes, and two of ’em are even presidents!

What a story, I’m sure the mainstream media will be all over it.

Speaking of media, the BBC is airing its interview with Virginia Giuffre tonight after Prince Andrew’s PR disaster last month.

You know it’s bad when the Queen cancels your birthday party.

by William Skink

My dad is a smart guy. I’ve benefited from his guidance on those occasions my own stubbornness didn’t get in the way. But my dad is the one person I got momentarily stuck in a political conversation with during Thanksgiving that highlights how little we are communicating with each other “across the aisle”.

I don’t recall my dad sharing his political opinions when I was growing up, but you better believe I shared mine as I was forming my anti-this and anti-that political positions. The anti-obama stuff because I continued to be anti-war really irked my dad, but he didn’t become a true-blue crusader until the orange menace arrived.

So there we are at the dining room table after the plates have been cleared. After earlier remarking on everyone’s good behavior in staying a-political, my dad makes some comment about how troubling he finds it that one side of the political spectrum believes in facts, and the other side doesn’t.

If I have not spelled it out explicitly, my dad is putting forth that only Democrats believe in facts.

My counter was that there are lots of facts out there, different facts that one can choose to emphasize or ignore, depending on the narrative you buy into. Dad wasn’t having that. His side was pro-fact, the other side wasn’t.

The argument was kept mercifully short by a sink full of dirty dishes and my realization that it was pointless to continue the conversation. Why bother?

Of course we are family, so we will keep bothering each other, and despite the bother family is truly the thing I am most thankful for right now, and it’s the thing I will most fiercely defend.

Happy Holidays.