For a moment, forget that Epstein trafficked minors.

Skim this last Friday's report about Steve Tisch of New York Giants fame and his correspondence with Epstein about women? girls?

Close your eyes.

For a moment, forget that Epstein trafficked minors.

Next, only think about the adult women he bought and sold and rented out.

Next, pretend prostitution has been and is legal and his pimping was ok by the law.

Ready? Are you there mentally?

The whole thing is still so unimaginably gross.

I don't know what Steve Tisch did or didn't do. But I know he's pretty gross.

One of a bunch of rich old men who think they are entitled to just buy hot “pieces of ass” from the “piece of ass” pimp whose sick, twisted smile makes Cesar Romero’s Joker look like Trump’s not-so-smiley latest official portrait (or his mugshot as they are, so incredibly ridiculously, pretty much the same exact picture.)

And it’s exactly the type of setting where you can picture a certain someone fitting right in.
Probably because - he was there.
There are pictures.
And birthday cards.
And statements into mics.
Oh yes, He was there.
Doing his grabbing and his groping and his flaunting and his moaning and his sweating and his wheezing and his “dancing.”

Now come back to the real world, where it was even worse than that. A lot worse than what you were just picturing.

Open your eyes.

Is Donald Trump still there?

Release the Epstein files.

Unredacted excepting victim identities.

We need to know if this guy hurt any kids.

We can't have a President who, at any time in his life, could have run into Chris Hansen and been nervous for his own freedom.

If there's no evidence that he did?

Fine.

But let us see it all.

Now.