Speaker 1: What's up, everyone, and welcome to another episode of the
Epstein Chronicles. Now picture this if you will, folks, a
convicted sex offender strolling into his science office every morning
like he's running NASA. Except the only thing this guy
ever launched was another scam. Jeffrey Freakin Epstein supposedly serving time,
supposedly under probation, and what does Florida let him do
open up a science foundation right next door to his
lawyer's office. It's hard to even say that with a
straight face. It's like letting a bank robber run the
vault as long as he promises to wear a name tag.
This man turned his probation into a part time job
in deceit, and the state of Florida just nodded along.
Seems legit. I mean, you'd think that somebody, anybody would
have said, hold up, this feels off, but nope, Instead
they treated him like some misunderstood genius on a mission
to save humanity instead of the predator that he was.
He wasn't researching quantum physics. He was researching how to
keep the griff. And the best part, the office didn't
do a damn thing. No employees, no grants, no discoveries,
no purpose, unless, of course, you count being upfront for
his movements and his ego. The whole thing was a
glorified permission slip stamped by the very system that was
supposed to be watching them. Now we're supposed to believe
it was all just a coincidence. The Science Foundation was
a cover story, soapaper thin. It should have come with
a Florida State seal. He was out here playing scientists,
playing philanthropist, playing the whole damned system like a fiddle,
while the survivors watch the same people who are meant
to protect them sign off on his field trips. It's disgusting,
it's infuriating, and it's exactly what happens when money becomes
the cure all for a morality. Because make no mistake,
this was not an accident. It wasn't some bureaucratic mix up.
It was corruption in khakis, smiling for the cameras, pretending
it was rehabilitation. The same justice system that throws kids
in jail for skipping probabation meetings let Epstein run a
fake lab next to his lawyer's office, and nobody, not
the judge, not probation, not the state attorney lifted a finger.
They all just pretended this was fine, Like the rules
don't apply if your bank account comes with a few
zeros and a vault full of dossiers, full of names
that scare politicians. So yeah, before Congress pats itself on
the back for looking into Epstein again, maybe they should
start there, you know, with the Florida officials who greenlit
a con man's science foundation. Maybe they should ask why
a predator was allowed to play scientists while his survivors
were trying to piece their lives back together. Because until
someone answers that, the rest of this show is just noise,
the fix wasn't just in. It was built right into
the foundation, literally, And that's why, if we're being real,
the whole Jeffrey Epstein Science Foundation thing was never about science.
It was about bullshitting the state of Florida into thinking
he was some noble intellectual instead of a sex offending
dirtbag with friends and I play, you know, the type,
rich guy in a bad suit who talks about curing
cancer when he's really curing his own boredom. And the
kicker his foundation just happened to be right next door
to his lawyer Jack Goldberger's office. Real subtle, because when
I think rehabilitation, I think, let's set up a research
foundation next door to the guy defending me in court.
The whole thing stank worse than weak old shrimp left
in the Florida Sun. Epstein was supposedly serving time, right,
except his version of probation looked more like a networking retreat.
He'd stroll in and out of that so called science
office like he was Einstein reincarnated. Only difference is Einstein
actually did something with his brain. Epstein's greatest discovery was
figuring out how far he could stretch the law before
it snapped, and surprise, surprise, it never did, because the
people who were supposed to enforce it bend over backwards
to accommodate him. He was under watch, sure, but it
must have been the kind of watch you buy at
a gas station for five buzz, because it clearly didn't work.
The Science Foundation itself was about as scientific as a
magic gate ball. No research, no staff, no labs, just
a fancy sign on the door and an excuse to say, see,
I'm working, and the state bought it. The probation officers
nodded along like bobbleheads signing paperwork while this creep came
and went like he owned the courthouse. Meanwhile, survivors, hey
remember them? They were left wondering how the hell the
justice system could be so stupid or so corrupt? Take
your pick. Either one fits and right next door to
Jack Goldberger, huh, you got a hand to Epstein? The
guy had guts. Who else sets up shop right next
to their lawyer and calls it a foundation Bro's like
Robin the Bank then running the apartment above it. Every
inch of that set up screamed inside job, but nobody blinked,
not the judge, not probation, not even the press. Everyone
acted like it was normal for a convicted sex offender
to have cushy work release gig in an offen that
didn't even do any work. Barry Krisher's office should have
been the first to blow the whistle, but instead they
handed him a megaphone. They knew damn well what was
going on, and they didn't care. Epstein wasn't some first
defender trying to turn his life around. He was a
predator who never stopped hunting, and Florida handed him the camouflage.
They said, sure, jeff you can run your little science thing,
just make sure you check in once in a while.
And he did, right before heading back to do whatever
he wanted. Real tight supervision there, boys, And you know
what makes the blood boil, the sheer arrogance of it all.
None of this shit was subtle. It wasn't buried. The
man had an entire fake foundation operating under the state's nose.
People saw it, knew it, and shrugged. You'd think after
the scandal broke, someone, anyone would step forward and say, yeah,
we messed up, But no, everyone suddenly struck with selective
memory loss. Who approved that address? I don't recall who
checked on him. I'd have to review the foot while
they all sound like they've been coached by the same
PR firm. And let's not pretend the foundation fooled anyone.
It was just a glorified permission slip, a get out
of jail. Whenever Card dressed up in a charity talk.
Epstein knew the system was built to protect guys like him.
He'd flash a few checks to the right people, mumble
something about science and education, and boom, probation signed off.
He could have called it the Jeffrey Epstein Dolphin smiles initiative,
and they'd have still had let them waltz out the door,
because when you're rich enough, everything's a nonprofit. Now. Look,
if a regular guy tried that, say, opened a construction
charity while on probation and just used it to hang
out with his buddies, he'd be back behind bars before
he finished his coffee. But Epstein, he got treated like
a misunderstood genius. He's contributing to the community, they said,
if you mean by community the pombach elite. The guy
couldn't spell redemption if you spotted him the first date letters.
And at this point, if you don't laugh, you're gonna
cry at how they dressed it up. They called it
a philanthropic initiative to promote science. What science the science
of probation loopholes, the science of pretending to serve time
while living like a king. The only experiments happening there
involved seeing how far the Florida justice system could bend
before it broke. Spoiler alert, That shit snapped clean in half,
and that office next to Goldberger's. We all know it
wasn't an accident. It was a tactical move. Epstein knew
that proximity meant protection. If anyone ever dropped by to
check on him, his lawyer was right there to run interference.
It was like having a built in firewall between his
lives and the law. Look, I'm not saying Coldberger was
in on it, but come on, the guy had to
know what was happening next door. The smell of hypocrisy
must have wafted through the drywall the probation officers. Meanwhile,
we're out here playing see no evil here, no evil.
They'd show up, take a few boxes, maybe ask a
question or two, and leave as long as Epstein looked
like he was doing something a fish. Nobody wanted to
rock the boat because rocking the boat in Florida apparently
means you stop getting invited to fundraisers. And we can't
have that now, can we. And the optics, boy, let's
talk about the optics. A convicted pedophile claiming to run
a science foundation. It's like putting a fox in charge
of a henhouse and calling it poultry management. The sheer
audacity of it should have made headlines daily, but instead
the media yawned. They called them a financier with scientific interests. Yeah,
and I'm a rocket scientist because I once fixed a toaster.
The bigger picture here is what it says about power.
Epstein didn't have superpowers. He had leverage, the kind of
leverage that made cops, lawyers, and politicians suddenly forget how
to do their jobs, the kind of leverage that made
probation look more like a business arrangement. The Science Foundation
was just a mask, one of many he wore to
keep the machine running, and now years later, we're still
wondering who was behind the curtain. Soone signed off that foundation,
so one approved those work hours, soone decided it was
perfectly fine for him to keep mingling with the same
crowd that helped them offend in the first place. And
guess what, none of them have been held accountable. They're
probably all retired somewhere sipping Margarita's, pretended they didn't play
a part and enabling one of the worst predators of
our time. Meanwhile, Congress has the nerve to hold hearings
about Epstein while letting the Clinton skip their depositions to
go raise money for a friend's campaign. You could make
a bigger mockery of justice if you tried the same
people who claimed to be fighting corruption. Are out here
protecting the very network that made Epstein untouchable. The whole case,
the science foundation, the probation force, the state's complicity. It's
all one big reminder that the system isn't broken. It's
working exactly as designed. It's built to protect the wealthy
and grind the rest of us into dust. Epstein just
happened to be the one arrogant enough to flaunt it
in public, and even then it took years for anyone
to care. Look, the thing is, the survivors have never
got a break. While Epstein was working next to his lawyer,
they were trying to rebuild their lives. Oh, they were
told justice was being served, that he was being watched,
that the system was keeping tabs. But all along it
was just theater. The only thing being watched was the
clock ticking down until everyone could pretend it never happened.
And the Florida officials, well, they're still out here acting
like it was all above board. We followed procedure. They say, oh,
I bet you did just the wrong damp procedure, the
one that billionaires write their own rules with and everyone
else plays along. If there was any real oversight, half
those people would have lost their jobs. The second Epstein
Sham Foundation opened its doors. So yeah, the fix was
in from the very start. I mean it. The Science
Foundation wasn't just some side note. It was exhibit A
in the case against our soul called justice system. It
proved that if you've got enough money, you can turn
punishment into performance art. And look, at the end of
the day, that's the real science experiment Jeffrey Epstein conducted,
not in biology, not in physics, but in corruption. He
tested the limits of privilege, and the results are conclusive.
The law does not apply equally. And as long as
the people who made that possible keep dodging accountability, nothing's
ever going to change. Same script, same actors, same ending.
The only thing that evolves is the excuse. All of
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