Is Epstein Finally the Thing?
Or will Trump get his 14,708th life?
Trump’s political career is like a skydiver jumping from 30,000 feet, realizing he left his chute in his other jeans, hitting the ground at twice the speed of sound, and then standing up, rubbing his forehead and going: “Jeepers!” I have no idea why Trump’s is still alive, politically — it defies all logic. I have given up trying to predict the consequences of Trump’s misdeeds; I have accepted that I am functionally one of those dogs that the USSR shot into space, I’m just watching stuff happen around me with a big goofy grin on my face, thinking about food the whole time, with no chance of understanding what’s going on or why.
So it’s only now, as we enter week whatever (four?) of EpsteinGate (if we’re calling it that) that I’m starting to think “Trump might actually face consequences”. This story is not going away; Trump has tried to change the subject — which is like a cartoon burglar throwing a steak to a guard dog in that I’ve never seen it not work — but parts of Trump’s base remain angry. A recent poll found that 17 percent of MAGA Republicans are dissatisfied with Trump’s handling of the Epstein files, which might not sound like much, but imagine if 17 percent of Mormons decided that Joseph Smith was full of shit. That, alone, makes this different from other Trump scandals; could this finally, finally — after enough misconduct to make MS-13 look like the Muppet Babies — be the thing that sinks Trump?