By Mike Bibb
I wholeheartedly concur with columnist Mike Rowse's opinions in his recent article "Epstein's Client List?" — Grant County Beat, July 11, 2025.
He laid it out very well: Something stinks!
Readers may recall I previously penned a similar article "The Circle Tightens" (Grant County Beat, March 17, 2025) in which I illustrated Jeffery Epstein's sexcapades in various locations, including his infamous 7500-acre Zorro Ranch in central New Mexico.
For all intents and purposes, it appeared Jeffery had reached the end of the line. He was locked-up in a New York City jail, awaiting trial for a variety of charges, when unexpectantly he was found lying on his cell's floor — neck stretched by a tightly bound bed sheet.
"We're gonna get to the bottom of this" stern admonitions wafted from Washington. "This was no suicide."
As I compose this commentary it's the summer of 2025 and Epstein's story line has flipped from "Epstein's client list will be released soon" to "What client list?"
I realize a politician's promise is usually as stable as a bowl of Jello — all appetizing looks but little worthwhile substance.
Which seems to be the case of the Trump Administration's previously herald revelation of the soon to be exposed Jeffery Epstein's list of notable clients. We were going to be told the whole sordid story, complete with names and dates of prominent people who participated in Epstein's world of child sex trafficking, videos of customers, and gobs of money Jeff made from these capers.
Now, suddenly Trump's DOJ informs us there really was no "Epstein client list."
What? Can we uniformly shout "WTF!!!"
After months and years of hearing the Jeffery Epstein saga, and how he managed to con his way into colleges, businesses, stock markets and built an illicit empire in high-dollar sex offerings, documented with multiple news stories, exposes and police reports, we are now supposed to believe accounts of a "client's list" was really nonexistent?
Next, they'll be telling us there were no flight logs with passenger names and destinations and Epstein wasn't killed in prison; he really hung himself with a bed sheet.
Something smells a little fishy and I can smell it all way from Washington, D.C. to southwestern New Mexico.
First of all, it's generally accepted Jeff Epstein was a genuine, certified dirt bag, with few redeeming qualities.
However, he was a clever and conniving dirt bag, capable of promoting himself into positions of authority and financial success.
Plus, he had a penchant for having sex with young girls and eventually formulated a lucrative business in this area by offering his menu of female appetizers to other likeminded individuals. Particularly, wealthy and influential patrons who could afford his services — and anonymity.
Well, as it turns out, the anonymous features were false advertising. Jeff kept detailed records and videos of his clients as investigations later revealed.
A fact of life certain folks who circulate in these circles, would find very disturbing. Maybe, even incriminating and revealing if the evidence should ever make it to a court room.
As a result, it's not uncommon individuals involved in such legal proceedings, sometimes fail to make it to the witness stand. For whatever reasons, their testimony isn't allowed, declared irrelevant and sometimes permanently silenced by various means and procedures.
In Jeff's situation, he was found dead in his cell, a supposed case of suicide by hanging.
No one really knows, because the guards had fallen asleep, the cameras were not working, Jeff's cellmate was removed earlier and no one bothered to check on him until around 6:00 the following morning.
Or so, the excuses revealed.
Okay, Jeff hung himself, end of story. Not unusual.
Except it was. At least, Donald Trump's DOJ thought it looked a little weird.
We heard DOJ Secretary General Pam Bondi proclaim her department was going to thoroughly investigate the Epstein file because there was too much suspicious activity, circumstances and important characters surrounding the case.
There was more here than illicit sex escapades with young girls and older men. Particularly, when the men were transported by Jeff's Lolita Express aircraft to one of his exclusive island homes or desert retreats.
These were not ordinary hookers and Johns. These were special customers, paying big money to experience a whirl they could only imagine — in the assumed privacy of a distant retreat under the solemn pledge of secrecy by a known pedophile and pimp.
Supposedly, these were super smart dudes of business, academia and government. Guys that should recognize a hustle when they see it, but were so caught up in the thrill of the moment and tingle of sensation they were about to experience that any thought of being discovered must not have crossed their minds.
After all, money, fame and influence were what they were known for. If, for some unexpected reason, they were reported to be involved in an illicit activity, they could buy or cover up the deed, as if it never happened.
Press reports would be altered and other explanations put forth to white-wash the issue and eventually it would fade away after a news cycle or two.
Like a good mystery, the plot takes several turns and twists to keep the viewer interested. Not much different in real life, only the objective is to disguise the guilty by ignoring the evidence and present truth seekers as a bunch of political hacks, determined to prosecute opposing political hacks.
It's theater at the least and self-preservation at the most. If things became overly complicated, more drastic measures might have to be taken.
As a result, Jeff woke up dead in his cell, his co-partner/mistress was convicted and sent to prison, and now Trump's DOJ has seemingly done an about-face on the issue.
Kind of makes me wonder if other folks and organizations are applying a little extra pressure to quite the story.
One thing for sure, if there was a "Client's List," I don't believe Trump's name was on it. If it was, Democrats would have crucified him by now. Their unrelenting torment of previously alleged improprieties would have paled in comparison.
On this aspect of the drama, Mr. Rowse and I agree: Dems cannot restrain themselves from piling-on Trump with endless allegations, lawsuits and other manufactured accusations. This nonsense has been going on for years and it doesn't appear it will subside anytime soon. They appear to have completely gone psychotic in their unrelenting pursuit of a man they abhor beyond the realm of hatred.
Instead, they should keep in mind the possibility there might be a few well-known Democrat government officials and big monied business dudes on Epstein's client list.
Then. . . there's the apparent possibility Trump's "Move on, there's nothing to see here" admonition is actually a purposely disguised diversion, reminiscent of his "Art of the deal" commentary. To catch a thief, sometimes it's necessary to act like a thief.
We may never learn the real inside account — kind of like the Kennedy assassination revelations we were promised to see after 60 years.
Still waiting for that blockbuster moment!
