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Not Wanting To Go Too Deep
Feb. 9th, 2026 08:44 am I don't think I want to write too much about the Epstein files. The revelations just get darker and darker. We need to acknowledge them and face up to them, because unacknowledged demons just keep hanging around, but I'm not going to do it here in a blog where I aim to keep things cheerful.
But I do just want to say that I'm less interested now in revelations about the sitting president (whose goose is cooked) and increasingly in what we're learning about the ruling class to which he sort of belongs. Uncle Jeffy knew everybody. A journo who has done the deep dive says his friends fall into three categories- or circles. There's the outer circle of people who had dealings with him and may have known who he was but didn't get deeply involved, there's the middle circle consisting of people who availed themselves of his hospitality (a euphemism) and then the inner circle who it may be inaccurate to call Satanists but who were certainly committing abominations. None of these people- from the lightly tainted to the deeply disgusting- seem to have known or cared that Uncle Jeffy was recording everything. Stupid or complacent- or are those two things the same? What all these people have in common is money. Lots and lots of it.
In property news the media this morning have been posting pix of Uncle Jeffy's New Mexico ranch. Ranch? No, more like an effing palace. Then we learn that his Paris flat (which has a red room, I wonder why) has just sold for $2 million under the original asking price; if I were the new owner I'd be going round smudging everything with sage. Finally it seems that somebody is offering guided tours of Little St. James Island. What fun!
But I do just want to say that I'm less interested now in revelations about the sitting president (whose goose is cooked) and increasingly in what we're learning about the ruling class to which he sort of belongs. Uncle Jeffy knew everybody. A journo who has done the deep dive says his friends fall into three categories- or circles. There's the outer circle of people who had dealings with him and may have known who he was but didn't get deeply involved, there's the middle circle consisting of people who availed themselves of his hospitality (a euphemism) and then the inner circle who it may be inaccurate to call Satanists but who were certainly committing abominations. None of these people- from the lightly tainted to the deeply disgusting- seem to have known or cared that Uncle Jeffy was recording everything. Stupid or complacent- or are those two things the same? What all these people have in common is money. Lots and lots of it.
In property news the media this morning have been posting pix of Uncle Jeffy's New Mexico ranch. Ranch? No, more like an effing palace. Then we learn that his Paris flat (which has a red room, I wonder why) has just sold for $2 million under the original asking price; if I were the new owner I'd be going round smudging everything with sage. Finally it seems that somebody is offering guided tours of Little St. James Island. What fun!
