What’s the deal with the Epstein client list?

I think the Trump DOJ fumbled the ball badly on this one—but not necessarily for the reason most people think. Kash Patel, Dan Bongino, and others made a big deal out of the so-called Epstein client list while doing the rounds on the talking-head circuit. They made noise, they sounded alarms, they built suspense. They invested a whole lot of political capital into the idea that the list exists and that, if given the chance, they’d blow it wide open. They talked a really big game.

Now let me just say—I was never one to put all my eggs in the Epstein client list basket. A list of names, in isolation, doesn’t prove anything. If you’re going to make accusations, you need real evidence. You need to back claims with hard data, not just vibes. Emotion can be part of an argument, sure, but it can’t be the foundation. It has to serve the case, not be the case. So regardless of how angry or disgusted one may feel about the idea of this list, it was never going to be enough to bring down the so-called deep state cabal. Not on its own. You’d need way more than that to actually convictanyone of the crimes people believe were committed.

But then there were whispers—loud ones—not just about a list, but about Epstein having surveillance everywhere. Hidden cameras throughout his properties. Footage of the powerful and influential doing the unthinkable. Recordings used as leverage. Blackmail. Control.

Even after the Trump team came into office, figures like Pam Bondi were still out there teasing this stuff—hinting at explosive evidence that would finally expose the machinery behind Epstein’s operation and its connection to entrenched power structures.

So what happened?

Maybe they over-promised based on what they thought they’d find, only to realize later there was, as the saying goes, “no there there.” Maybe the material existed but turned out to be weak, inconclusive, or unusable. Or maybe—just maybe—the outgoing administration destroyed the goods before the incoming team ever had a chance to see them. After all, we know the swamp plays dirty. We saw how the January 6 committee handled evidence. They are not above wiping things clean to protect their own.

But let’s be real—this whole thing stinks. And not just a little. This is full-on swamp stench. Rotten-corpse-in-Florida-swamp-level stench. And the people telling us to just move along, like nothing ever happened, they’re engaging in gaslighting so bold, so brazen, it makes Mayorkas, Fauci, Joe Scarborough, and the entire MSNBC lineup look like straight shooters, truth tellers of the highest integrity.

Now we’re supposed to believe there’s no list? Nothing to see here? No videos, no hard drives, no dirt—just poof, gone? Really?

That’s awfully convenient for a lot of powerful people.

And what about the big talk? The promised reckoning? The come-to-Jesus moment they swore was just around the corner? Are we really supposed to accept that it was all just smoke? After all the buildup, we get Pam Bondi telling us, with a straight face, there is no list—and nothing else worth talking about? Not to mention, watching President Trump get so upset the other day when someone asked about the Epstein list was jus weird. 

What!?

Whaaaat!?

Just in case you didn’t hear me, what? Seriously, what? 

Nah, bruh. That doesn’t fly.

They need to be out there facing the music—answering real questions from the press, including t“enemy of the people” wing of the media. They put themselves in this position. They made the promises. They stoked the fire. They told us they had the goods. They can’t just brush it all off now and expect everyone to move on like nothing happened. It doesn’t work that way.