What a sleazo.   And a sagacious SOB.   Smart prick.  Epstein.   The man had vision, along with a juggler's dozen perversities.  Perversions.  However sexual and social manipulators are discussed, Epstein went into the hospitality business.  Also, the persuasion biz. The extortion biz.  Espionage! And a few happy things, too.   Pedo Island could have been similar to what the Algonquin Hotel was, a meeting place for people with great minds.  To good ends.  Arts and sciences.  Technology.   But mostly, he provided a safe space for perverts.   He arranged sexual playdates.  

Jeffrey provided sex and drugs, other pleasure-related activities, sports, games, freak-offs.  In a spread of luxury  party spots.  He was a professional party boy.  And, like J Edgar Hoover, he kept files on people.  Incriminating photos.  Dirty secrets.  Best, for him, of all, he had the power of opprobrium, to inflict it, and to get people prosecuted for sex crimes.    In some circles it's called entrapment, setting up a service that provides illegal whatever, or, more obviously extortion, not to mention manipulation.   The late Jeffrey might be accused of suborning sex crime.   In this case  world leaders, industrialists, politicians, scientists...  wee doggie, as Jed Clampett would say on the Beverly Hillbillies.

Linking it together like dreadful pork sausages, maybe he worked for certain shit heel foreign government agencies, and maybe some here in the US.  I fart.   I fart at the very thought of that shit.  Thanks for reading.