Speaker 1: What's up, everyone, and welcome to another episode of the
Epstein Chronicles. Let's all give a standing ovation, shall we,
because once again the Department of Justice has managed to
take what should have been a slammed dunk and turn
it into a circus picture. It Glaine Maxwell, convicted predator
and professional liar, strolling into a proper session with a
swagger of someone who knows she can spit in the
government's face and walk out better off than when she
walked in. And they're waiting across the table like an
eager altar boy sits Deputy Director Todd Baby Billy Blanche,
our supposed guardian of Justice, ready to lap up every
lie she feeds them like it's communion bred. And what
do we get from this grand performance? Do we get intelligence?
Do we get names, leads or actionable evidence that could
dismantle Epstein's rotten empire? Of course not what we get
are lies. Mountains of them. Lie so obvious that the
newly released emails make it impossible to deny that she
perjured herself over and over again. She didn't just misremember,
she didn't just fudge a detail or two. She lied
with purpose, with malice, with that trademark Maxwell arrogance, and
instead of punishing her, instead of adding years to her sentence,
the DOJ rewarded her with cushier accommodations no less, because
apparently perjury in America isn't a crime if your name
is Maxwell, That shit's a perk. This is what passes
for justice now. Survivors defamed, the public mocked, and predators coddled.
Maxwell didn't just make a mockery of the survivors. She
didn't just make a mockery of the public. She made
a mockery of the Department of Justice itself. And Blanche
bless his heart, sat there and let her do it.
The newly released emails have blown the roof off whatever
flimsy cover Glenn Maxwell had left. These weren't ambiguous notes
that could be massaged by a pr team or a
minor contradiction her attorneys could spin as simple misunderstandings. These
were smoking guns in disputable evidence that she lied in
her profer session, lied brazenly, with confidence, with arrogance, and
she did it in the one place you're not supposed
to even think about lying, while sitting across from the
deputy director of the DOJ, Todd Baby Billy Blanche. Now
this isn't the kind to slip up you see in
a witness fumbling dates or details. This was perjury, calculated
and deliberate. And the DOJ, instead of doing what any
real law enforcement agency would do, slammer with charges and
march her back into court, sat there with their arms folded,
their heads nodding like clueless extras in a bad play.
Instead of calling perjury what it is, instead of taking
the mountain of evidence and treating it as the insult
to justice it truly was, the DOJ acted as though
Maxwell had gifted them the Rosetta stone of Epstein's network.
They elevated her life to the level of intelligence, as
though her words carried the weight of law. But let's
get one thing straight. She didn't provide a single piece
of actionable intelligence, not one name, not one document, not
one breadcrumb that could lead to an arrest, zero zilch,
nada ungats. What she did provide was a meticulously rehearsed
script a lies as if she had been training for
the performance her whole life, and the DOJ let her
shovel that manure directly into their records, smiling as if
she had delivered gold. The very emails that have now surfaced,
black and white, undeniable proof, show you just how deep
this whole entire cover up runs. These aren't just whispers
or anonymous sources. These are her own words, clashing directly
with what she told the DOJ in that room, clear contradictions,
bold as daylight, impossible to explain away. And yet Blanche,
the man supposedly guarding the sanctity of the justice process,
sat cross from her and treated every lie as if
it were holy writ The Department of Justice didn't interrogate her,
They didn't confront her, they didn't stop her mid lie.
They became her audience, her enablers, her willing accomplices in
this disgusting parody of justice. And then there's David Marcus,
Maxwell's attorney. You could almost hear the Champagne courts popping
in his office. His client waltzed into what should have
been the most dangerous room of her life, lied with
abandoned smeared her victims, and walked out with a more
comfortable prison placement. We're not talking about just a legal
win here. This was a jackpot. Marcus did not maneuver
the DOJ. He didn't expose weakness in their case. He
didn't do anything extraordinary. The extraordinary act was Blanche and
his DJ colleagues, who handed Marcus the victory on a
silver platter. If this is what passes for justice, defense
attorneys everywhere are popping popcorn and taking notes. But the
real sickness of this entire charade was how Maxwell used
her time in that room. She didn't use it to
shed light on Epstein's financial network, his political ties, or
the enablers who greased the gears of his machine. No,
she used it to defame the very survivors who had
already endured hell at her hands, survivors who had fought
for years just to be heard, only to be re
traumatized by hearing. Maxwell weaponized the DOJ itself as a
platform to smear them once again. Think about that. The
government agency tasked with defending these women sat silently while
Maxwell called them liars. That's not a mistake, that's complicity.
That's cruelty institutionalized, and instead of punishing her for it,
the DOJ rewarded her. Let's make it clear if an
average defendant in a fraud case, a drug case, or
even a petty larceny case, walked into our profit and lied,
they'd be slapped with perjury charges so fast their head
would spin, the deal would be voided, their sentence extended,
and the message would be clear, lie to us, and
you'll pay the price. But Maxwell, she didn't get punished.
She got promoted to a cushier prison assignment, to relative comfort,
to the kind of treatment that makes a mockery of
the very concept of equal justice under law. And let
us not mince words about Blanche's role in all of this.
As Deputy director of the DOJ, his job is to
preserve the integrity of the system. His job is to
ensure that justice has teeth, that lies have consequences, that
predators don't walk into proffers and laugh in the government's face. Instead,
he sat there like a man watching a televangelist hawk
Miracle Water, nodding along as if Maxwell's lies were gospel.
Blanche is in the guardian of justice in the room.
He was Maxwell's enabler, her audience, her silent partner in crime.
If the DOJ still had any shred of credibility, Blanche
would be packing his desk this morning. And that's what
makes the entire fiasco so disgusting. The DOJ doesn't just
look weak. Weakness would be forgivable if they had at
least tried, But no, they looked, they compromised. They look bought,
bent and owned. They look like an institution that has
been so thoroughly infiltrated by cowardice or worse, complicity, that
they can no longer tell. The difference between truth and performance,
and the message it sends to the public is devastating.
If you're rich, connected, and audacious enough, you can walk
into the Department of Justice itself and lie with impunity,
and of course the survivors once again pay the price.
Imagine being one of those women sitting at home, reading
the headlines and realizing that the very institution you trusted
to defend you has turned into Maxwell's stage. Imagine watching
her perjury not only go unpunished, but being effectively endorsed
by the DOJ. It's like being assaulted twice, once by
Maxwell and Epstein and again by the very system that
s where to protect you and the public. That's you
and me. We've been conned on a grand We were
a promised accountability, we were a promised transparency. We were
told that there would be no sacred cows, no untouchables.
What we got instead was a magic trick where Maxwell
turned lies into perks and Blanche acted as her assistant
on stage. Justice wasn't served, Justice was mocked, gutted, humiliated.
The DOJ didn't just fail, they insulted everyone who's still
believed in the possibility of fairness. And what about DJ leadership?
Where is the righteous fury, where the press conferences declaring
that perjury will not stand, Where the announcements of fresh indictments,
of new charges, of a system correcting its own mistakes nowhere?
And that silence is deafening. And that silence screams complicity,
It screams cowardice. It screams that the DOJ would rather
be mocked by Maxwell than confront the ugly truths of
her lies, that they were designed to obscure. And let's
not pretend that that was difficult calculation for the DOJ.
This wasn't a call, this wasn't gray area. The emails
make it clear she lied, She perjured herself. The law
is explicit about what happens when someone perjures themselves in
a profer session. And yet the DOJ did the exact
opposite of what the law demands. They didn't punish her,
They rewarded her. They showed us that in America, justice
isn't blind, it's selective. And let's talk about those cushy
new accommodations, because every day Maxwell spends enjoying her reassignment
is another day the system screams that it doesn't care.
She should be riding under a prison stripped of every
perk and privilege she conned her way into. Instead, she's
lounging in relative comfort, no doubt, smirking at how easy
it was to bend the DOJ to her will. Further survivors,
we're not talking about just another betrayal. It's a cruel joke.
And the tragedy of all of this is how preventable
this was. The DOJ had every tool it needed, the
whole Maxwell accountable. They had the emails, they had the
com tradictions, they had the law on their side. All
they needed was the courage to act, and they chose
silence instead. Silence that tell survivors their pain is negotiable.
Silence that tells the public that perjury is fine if
you're rich enough. Silence that tells predators everywhere that justice
is a game you can win if you play dirty enough.
It's humiliating for the Department of Justice. Blanche and his
team didn't just fail, they became complicit. They didn't just
let Maxwell off the hook. They tied the noose around
Justice's neck and handed her the lever. Survivors once again
are left to pick up the pieces. The public is
left disillusioned, and Maxwell gets to laugh behind prison walls
that fuel more like country club gates. At this point,
the DOJ has officially become Maxwell's stage manager. They set
up the lights, they handed her the script, They let
her perform uninterrupted, and then clapped at the end. And
now they expect the rest of us, the survivors, the public,
the people who still naively believed in accountability, to applaud
as well. But no one is clapping, no one is fooled.
We see this charade for what it is, justice bent
until it broke, and the real tragedy is that justice
could have been served. Maxwell could have been held accountable,
not just for her role in Epstein's crimes, but relying
under oath to the DOJ itself. The survivors could have
finally seen the scales of justice tip in their favor.
The public could have been reassured that no one's above
the law. Instead, the DOJ once again chose the path
of least resistance, caddle the liar, ignore the survivors, and
betray the public. So once again were left with an
ugly reality. Maxwell lied, Blanche enabled it, the DOJ rewarded it.
The survivors once again were betrayed, mocked and humiliated. The
public once again was conned, misled, and discarded, and justice
once again was trampled underfoot, sacrificed at the altar of
cowardice and corruption. Because every single day that Maxwell's spent
in cushy confinement is another reminder that justice in America
isn't about truth, It isn't about accountability. It isn't about
protecting survivors. It's about protecting power, about shielding the connected,
about bending the rules until they snap, and until Maxwell
is held accountable for perjury, until Blanche is held accountable
for enabling it, the Department of Justice will remain what
it has become, a hollow shell, a stage for lies,
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