by Charles Carreon
Sun Jul 27, 2025 11:53 pm
White Slavery – Strangely, a Term Not Used to Describe Epstein’s Trafficking Network
White slavery – now there’s a tasty phrase. When I was a child, it blew up in my media diet rarely, without warning, bearing a salacious tang. Eventually, I pieced it together with the aid of lurid imagery absorbed from Hollywood movie posters in the glass cases by the ticket booth at the downtown Fox theater. The wheels turned in my little boy brain as I saw the image of a captured starlet’s face, arched in distress, her pure white shoulder pulling away from a capturing hand, the hand of a dark man taking his captive by force. What horrors awaited her? White slavery, I realized then, is sexual slavery, the kidnapping of priceless Anglo-Saxon female flesh for purchase by dark devils. So it strikes me as interesting, when a real case of white slavery appears, no one uses this scary lingo. It’s not meant to be deployed against prep-school educated rogues like Epstein and Trump, but rather, against the dark races.
Because how you define the crime determines how you prosecute the culprits and care for the victims. Fueled by tales of White Slavery, in a moral panic, Congress adopted the Mann Act that facilitated the prosecution of black men for consorting with white women. When you call it white slavery, you rouse the passions of every red blooded American of either sex, you fire up zealots, you generate a demand for a moral cleanup and retributive punishment of those responsible for this collective outrage against our daughters. But they’ve been keeping this Epstein thing on the down low since the very beginning.
Epstein’s Lawyers Were On Both Sides of the Case Against Him
Briefly, I’ll explain how Epstein’s lawyers actually worked on both sides of the case. The prosecutor, Alex Acosta, worked at Kirkland & Ellis before he went to the DOJ, and negotiated the Non Prosecution Agreement (NPA) with Jay Lefkowitz, Epstein’s lawyer at Kirkland & Ellis. Emails from Lefkowitz to Acosta confirm that Acosta was in touch with a number of Epstein victims who were legally represented and suing Epstein in civil court, and promised Lefkowitz he would not tell them about the NPA they were negotiating. Meanwhile, Acosta was trying to get hired back at Kirkland & Ellis after he fixed the Epstein case! And fix it he did!
Victims Treated Like Mushrooms – Kept in the Dark and Fed Bullshit
Thus, by an unlawful agreement between Lefkowitz and Acosta, identified, represented Epstein victims were kept in the dark about the fact that their abuser was about to cop a 3 month sentence in local jail with work release, and as evidence subsequently developed, prostitutes brought into jail to appease the needs of his lower self. Their right to see their abuser prosecuted, and to have the court order Epstein to pay restitution for their injuries as a condition of probation during sentencing, rights secured under the Crime Victims Rights Act (CVRA) were studiously ignored and undermined by Acosta, Lefkowitz. Alan Derschowitz, who flew on the Lolita Express and admitted to receiving a massage (with his tighty whiteys firmly snugged up) from an Epstein masseuse, which is of course where it ended. Thus Alan secured his own legal immunity, because the NPA protected all conspirators of Epstein.
A Phyrric Victory Proves Acosta Broke the Law, But No Remedy is Accorded to the Victims
After the victims sued as Does 1 and 2, they won a phyrric victory in the District Court under their CVRA claim, obtaining a decree that holds that Acosta violated the CVRA, but awards no relief. The injunction to unwind the plea deal was denied, because by the time the court decided the case, Epstein was dead, and couldn’t be tried again. No damages are provided for under the CVRA, so they couldn’t get that. When the issue of conflict of interest between Acosta and the victims whose CVRA rights he studiously undermined was examined by the Department of Justice’s ethics arm, the Office of Professional Responsibility, the official report excused the conflict as merely “potential,” and therefore not actually bad, because Acosta convinced the OPR lawyers that the fact he was negotiating for a job with Kirkland & Ellis had nothing to do with why he kept Does 1 and 2 out of the loop regarding the NPA he was simultaneously negotiating. Somehow, the OPR concluded that Acosta’s knowing violations of the CVRA didn’t amount to any real harm to the victims, who lost the right to see their abuser in the criminal dock, and the right to obtain restitution from his wealth for the injuries he caused. Yeah, no harm at all. So in the courthouses of Florida, industrial volume sex abuse of minors is rewarded with a hand-slap sentence and prosecutorial immunity.
Acosta Deals a Case Where Epstein Could Have Gotten Thirty-Six Life Sentences Down to a Three Month Term With Home Release
Let’s compare what Epstein got under the NPA compared with what he was facing when Acosta signed that deal. At that time, the DOJ knew of 36 victims of child sex trafficking. Under the US Sentencing Guidelines, that’s one count per victim, and ten years consecutive, on each count. So instead of three months, try 360 years. And believe me, as a former Oregon prosecutor and federal defender, I can tell you prosecutors love sending bad guys to jail for long terms. And it is a failure in the eyes of any honest prosecutor to let a shitbag walk, or worse yet, punch his ticket, slap his wrist, collect your bribe, and give him an “Attaboy!” Here’s the sentencing arithmetic that would make any defendant puke blood and beg for a plea to 20 years.
Sentencing Arithmetic Laid Out for You
Assume a federal conviction for sex trafficking of 36 minor victims under 18 U.S.C. § 1591, with no cooperation or mitigating credits and sentences imposed consecutively (as judges often do when multiple victims are involved).
1. Statutory Sentencing Framework
• 18 U.S.C. § 1591 (Sex Trafficking of a Minor):
o Mandatory minimum: 10 years per count (for minors between 14 and 18).
o Maximum: Life imprisonment per count.
• With 36 victims, even at the statutory minimum of 10 years per victim (consecutive), Epstein would face 360 years (4,320 months).
o If the judge imposed sentences concurrently, it would still be a minimum of 10 years (120 months) but far more likely a de facto life sentence given the multiple counts and aggravating factors.
2. U.S. Sentencing Guidelines Calculation (Hypothetical)
Under the U.S. Sentencing Guidelines (Chapter 2G1.1 and 2G1.3 for child trafficking):
• Base offense level: 34 (sex trafficking of a minor).
• Enhancements:
o +4 for multiple victims (more than 5 victims, up to +6).
o +2 for undue influence/coercion of minors.
o +4 for commercial sex acts (financial gain).
o +5 if leadership/organizer role (Epstein orchestrated a trafficking network).
o +2 for obstruction of justice (threats, evidence tampering).
A conservative calculation: Offense Level ~51 (which caps at Level 43 under Guidelines), meaning life imprisonment under the Guidelines regardless of criminal history.
3. Likely Sentence in Years and Months
• Minimum realistic sentence (concurrent): 30–40 years (360–480 months).
• Likely sentence (partially consecutive): 50 years to life (600+ months).
• Maximum statutory exposure (consecutive minimums): 360 years (4,320 months).
Given Epstein was in his 60s, any Guidelines-compliant sentence would have been life in prison.
4. Type of Prison
With a sentence exceeding 30 years for serious sexual crimes:
• Facility: High-security federal penitentiary (USP), such as USP Tucson, USP Coleman I/II, or USP Beaumont, which have special units for sex offenders.
• Security Level: Maximum or high-security, due to the length of sentence and notoriety.
• He would not have been eligible for a minimum-security camp due to the nature of the crimes and length of sentence.
5. No Parole in Federal System
• Since parole was abolished in the federal system (post-1987), Epstein would have served at least 85% of any determinate sentence (due to "good time" credit), but with a life sentence there is no release.
Answer Summary
If Epstein had been convicted on 36 counts of sex trafficking of minors (10 years minimum per count):
• Sentence: Likely 50 years to life, possibly as high as 360 years (4,320 months).
• Prison: He would have been sent to a high-security federal penitentiary, effectively spending the rest of his life there.
Harsh Laws are Not Applied to Rich People Who Serve Rich People the Fruit of Delicious Crimes
So what do we see here? A really tough law that 18 U.S.C. § 1591. Mandatory minimum of 10 years. That’s what you get for holding a 100 gram bag of meth. With a potential life sentence on every count. That’s what I’d expect from a harsh, retributive Congress that knows its own sex crimes are paid off with settlements from their secret little slush fund. Hell, they probably paid for abortions with some of that money, back in the day. Put simply, hypocrisy fuels punitive criminal laws, and when the focus is on something like white slavery, the law is written in letters of blood and flame, right?
We haven’t traveled far in our history. Society still obsesses over the disposition of the sexual asset that white women represent as the default apex of femininity, with all the Victorian paternalism that implies. Yet, when it’s time to punish the most flagrant, prolific American sex trafficker of all time, although they could imprison him for life, they gift him a pass to keep right on doing it. I mean for a finance guy like Epstein, if 3 months is the whole price of running a minor sex trafficking and blackmail organization, that is a no brainer.
We’re Programmed to Save Disney Princesses from Dragons
Epstein’s dead now, and Trump doesn't want to talk about it, but people remain riled up about the Epstein victims. We’ve been presold the importance of this issue, unlike tedious issues like immigration, women’s health care, and such like. The theft of innocence, the unrequited pain of Epstein’s elite sex cult victims violates their Disney princess birthrights. White parents can easily project them as their own children, whose pain they comprehend vividly, unlike that of the starving victims of Gaza, cultural strangers whose suffering, though apparent, remains outside the area of our concern. But these Epstein victims, we understand. For them, we feel. There’s a dragon in that cave, and some brave knight needs to go haul his ass out and give him the old spear in the gut.
Truth Heals – Lies Suffocate the Victims
We don’t actually know what these girls looked like. To fancy them all as white girls is likely inaccurate – Epstein’s appetite for victims was vast, and he had many elite males to satisfy in the orgy of abuse; thus, there were apparently around a thousand girls abused. What we know is that they all were lied to, abused, victimized, and treated like dirt by people who were lower than dirt. They deserved justice, and they have been systematically deprived of it, and let me tell you, that’s no small loss. I have seen what a positive verdict, affirming the truth of a victim’s story with a conviction of their abuser, can do to heal that victim’s psyche. When a whole jury says “He’s guilty of raping her,” there can be a tremendous relief for the victim and those who have seen her suffering. Perhaps if Virginia Giuffre had heard those words, said to have ended her own life after besting Prince Andrew in the eyes of the world, she would still be alive. Because just as speaking the truth heals, keeping the lie alive suffocates the victims.
My Adventures with the Children of God in Europe
My own encounter with an organization dedicated to international female trafficking happened when I was sixteen, and but for the kindness of my parents, I might have become part of a nightmarish worldwide conspiracy that destroyed thousands of lives. Drawing their name from Christ’s beatitude, “Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God,” the organization called itself the Children of God, the Family, or the COG. I met them when I was sixteen, after graduating Brophy College Preparatory School in Phoenix, Arizona. Yes, I was graduating a couple of years ahead of schedule, but I was absolutely stuffed with nonsense, the consequence of accelerated education, military school, hippie rebellion, and rock and roll. My father’s remedy was to pack me off to Valencia, Spain, at that time a military dictatorship under General Francisco Franco, a good friend of the USA. That my cousin Emma lived in Madrid with her Air Force husband made it all a family event, as it were, and she cushioned my transition. Nevertheless, I was lonely in Valencia, so once my summer of figure drawing and water coloring at the art institute was done, I spent two weeks with cousin Emma in Madrid, another couple of weeks with an American couple and their two German shepherds in a stone house on a windswept hilltop near Barcelona, and then got myself to Amsterdam, where the truth was everywhere apparent. Blonde Lebanese hashish was excellent, but the red was even better. My economics were tight – somehow dad thought a hundred dollars a month and a Eurail pass would see me through -- but he had been a shoeshine boy in LA as a child, and could get by with very few amenities. Though I emulated his spare style, I thought a little illicit commerce, of which he would have totally disapproved, might help to stretch his small stipend to the extent required to accord with fiscal reality. So I acquired a hundred hits of very nice LSD from Jamie the dark Scot in Amsterdam, I pulled out my Eurail pass, and railed north to Copenhagen and its famous freetown, Christiania, an abandoned military base taken over by hip, young squatters. As Providence would have it, I never sold any of the acid, as I will further explain.
Denmark – Nice Country, But I Was Really Lonely
In Copenhagen, I drifted about with other young people I met at the place we all slept. A big room that was empty during the day, and wall to wall young people in sleeping bags at night. You just nestled down in the midst of all these other bodies. The anonymity in free Denmark was as bad as the isolation in fascist Spain. You don’t really know how lonely you’ve gotten, how lost you are, until you find yourself sitting in an old barracks in an abandoned military base in downtown Copenhagen, tripping on acid with a young woman who has brought you home with her, and home is filled with big, hulking Scandinavian dudes whose language sounds makes patterns in your head like someone carving wood, cutting these long skirls and skives, sort of chuckling at your stoned self like you’re some kind of freak, which you are. And you’re just glad to get out of there, and the girl looks at you like you got her into something she didn’t want to get into, and you end up at a bar in the middle of Christiania, listening to rock and roll by a band named Hurdy Gurdy fronted by a guy with a black Les Paul who windmills that bitch like Townsend, nailing these ringing chords, and there’s a dog fight in the middle of the room, and the girl you were tripping with is getting plastered on beer with her friends and you walk back to the big room with wall to wall people and crash in that sleeping bag, one among many. One night among any.
Christiania, Where I Became a Born Again Christian
Of course, there wasn’t really anyplace else for me to go in Copenhagen. I had no agenda such as an ordinary tourist might. Life was either happening or it wasn’t. And it wasn’t. Inevitably, it seemed, I found the Children of God, who had a communal house in the middle of Christiania, and called themselves the Family. Situated in time and place as we were, many of the Family members were young, beautiful blonde women. They swiftly won my heart for Jesus when I discovered that every prayer session was a songfest, and concluded with a “love feast,” during which massive doses of hugging and smiling were dispensed like the waters of Jordan, washing away all the loneliness and anomie of modern life. Since the Promised Land was apparently inhabited by Scandinavian women filled with warmth and affection, you could just sign me up. My hundred hits of beautiful LSD? Became useless to me. I gave away one tab to a sweet boy who had been running all around Christiania trying to find the American with the real acid, and dumped the rest in a hole in the ground. The freedom in that act, being surrounded by people to whom valuable drugs had no value, was liberating. I didn’t have a lot of attachments, so when I let go of that one, it was like I felt really free. And I was back with Americans! There were plenty of beautiful locals, but I think there was a preponderance of American men and women, with American accents, basically all recycled hippies, acid burnouts and music industry refugees. It was very hip, if a bit Southern fried, but I went to military school in Virginia, so I was comfortable with their accents and attitudes. Indeed, it was a balm to my isolated soul, and the Christian side of the doctrine impaired my style not at all. Not in that crowd – because it was all about love, love, love – and who can’t work with that?
Children of God History
What was the COG trip all about? What did we talk about? What did they teach me? How did they get into sex trafficking?
Okay, first they taught me I needed a Jesus name, and an elder dubbed me Steven. I was good with that, because I always liked that Grateful Dead song, “St. Steven,” from the AoxomoxoA album, with its goofy lyrics: “St. Steven with a rose / in and out of the garden he goes / country garden in the wind and the rain / wherever he goes, the people all complain.” Then this elder, a dude in his forties who was tough like an old tree, told me stories about what it had been like in the old days in the USA, when Moses David took a two hundred car caravan across the country, invading city after city with the love of Jesus, joyful song, and the true Gospel of the Apocalypse.
Paraphrased and quoted from ExFamily.org wrote:
Moses David was born David Brandt Berg in Oakland, California, to Virginia Brandt on February 18, 1919. The Brandts were German Jews who converted to Mennonites in 1745, migrated to Pennsylvania, and later to Ohio. Virginia’s father, John Lincoln Brandt, was a Methodist minister, leader of a movement among the Disciples of Christ, president of Virginia College, and a millionaire author and investor. Virginia enjoyed wealth and luxury traveling with her father, living in his shadow. She eloped with Hjalmer Emmanuel Berg, who picked up on the religious career concept, and became an ordained minister of the Disciples of Christ, but eventually he and Virginia were booted from the congregation because of Virginia's testimony that she had been miraculously healed from paralysis suffered in an auto accident, while her family disputed her claims, explaining that she had in fact been injured through being dropped on a curb by Hjalmer, and that although she required an operation, suffered no paralysis and bore her oldest child while supposedly an invalid.
David Berg was raised, along with his older sister, and Virginia, and older brother Hjalmer Jr., in an environment of flamboyant evangelism, constantly on the move. As a young boy, David had learned to speak to large audiences, and preached at his mother's venues.
During David Berg's childhood, by his own accounts, he was sexually molested by adults of both sexes, had incestuous sex with a female cousin at age seven, and was obsessed with sex and masturbation by the time he was a teen—all of which conflicted with his strict moral upbringing.
Like Mother Like Son – A Miraculous Healing Takes Place in His Own MindIn 1941, David Berg was drafted into the army, and sent to Fort Belvoir, Virginia, home of the US Army Engineers. Berg claimed to have had "double pneumonia" in 1942, and that while on his deathbed, he had promised God his lifetime service, "and was immediately and miraculously healed!" He claimed that Doctors had discharged him, giving him only one year to live, due to a heart condition.
In 1944, David Berg met Jane Miller at the Little Church of Sherman Oaks, California, where she was working as a Church Secretary and Youth Director. Without the blessings of Jane's tightly-knit Baptist family for their relationship, David and Jane eloped and married on July 22, 1944, in Glendale, California.
In 1948, following in the steps of his father, David Berg became an ordained minister of the Christian and Missionary Alliance, pastoring a small church in Valley Farms, Arizona.
The Bergs would eventually have four children together, all instrumental to the founding of the Children of God movement. Jane, who later came to be known as Mother Eve to members, and would eventually be discarded in favor of a young mistress named Karen Zerby, through a humiliating public ceremony and declaration.
Mo Inherited Megalomaniacal Delusions from Virginia
Virginia Brandt, who had endeavored to follow in the footsteps of her famous father, John L. Brandt, wished the same for her children. Her elder son Hjalmer Jr. had rejected his Christian upbringing and become agnostic; Virginia, her only daughter, had run away from home and eloped at age sixteen. Her youngest son David, who had chosen to live a life of service to God, remained her only hope.
She wrote that he had been "filled with the Holy Ghost since his mother's womb," like John the Baptist, whose life mission was to prepare the way for Jesus.
In 1965, Virginia Berg personally delivered to her son David, a Warning Prophecy she claimed to have received. In 1966 she delivered another prophecy declaring that David had received "the understanding of Daniel" "to know the number of the years unto the End of Desolations." These messages were pivotal in David's life, and the basis for his belief that his own life was inextricably linked to the last 7 years of world history. David shortly thereafter developed his belief that God had a special destiny and mission for him, and would eventually begin making personal claims as the "prophet for this generation."
http://www.exfamily.org/hist/
The time had come for America to fall, and through his mother Virginia, the Lord inspired Mo to write the Warning Tract, that was printed on large banners medieval style and displayed on streetcorners by large COG men holding man-height wooden staffs. Mo had a gift for street theater that took people by storm. Freedom from the System, the end of Systemite slavery, was as close as the smiling face of a beautiful Christian girl. Just take her hand, give away all your shit, forget your fucking problems, and Praise God! That was pretty much the nature of the conversion experience they were offering, and we, the converted, were an incredible resource. I mean, we shone like angels, and people were drawn to us. I saw it on the streets of Oslo, where we went for a day of singing and witnessing on the street. I’ll always remember the old drunk with the blood on his lip, dancing to our music, smiling, swinging his jug, and at some point, a grown woman walked up, planted a solid kiss on my lips, and walked off.
Evangelical Christian Economics
Where did they get places to live, and food? The Provisioners took care of it. The Provisioners were all men with strong faith built up from several years of COG membership, and they approached grocery stores and food brokers to obtain surplus food. They were very good at it. In Sweden, we ate very well, getting loads of bread, potatoes and even whale meat from donors. We had our own vegetable garden and root cellar, and we took turns minding the produce, washing, paring and cleaning to keep them through the winter in the chill of the root cellar. The key to Provisioning was building relationships with “sheep,” i.e., Christians still working in the “System,” who could “spoil Egypt,” by converting Systemite surplus goods and real estate into fuel for the COG’s engines of virtue. Spoiling Egypt of course refers to how, after the Egyptians were all beat down by losing all their firstborn to Yahweh’s Angel of Death, the Israelites took the place apart like scavengers and hauled it off in the direction of the Red Sea.
Mo Letters – the COG Propaganda Machine
Now everything in the COG was driven by propaganda that came from “Mo Letters,” these little sermons that Mo wrote about 3,000 of during his tenure as God’s pedophile representative on earth, because in Mo’s Heaven, God loves his children with carnal devotion, and blesses them with orgiastic liberty. This doctrine was just being unveiled when I was in Sweden, hearing my first Mo Letters. The first one was entitled Diamonds of Dust, that compared born again Christians to dust motes floating in a ray of God’s Love. That’s why people came up and kissed us on the street, I suppose. To see that Ray of Light, all you had to do was simply ask Jesus to enter your heart. Saying these words, “Jesus, please come into my heart,” is of course a big step. I believe I was holding the hand of a girl named Phoebe Bird when I spoke those words. The happiness on her face as I spoke the words seemed to me like real love for me, a real happiness that I was now going to be happy, just like she was.
Flirty Fishing, aka, Witnessing for the Lord With Your Whole Body
How lovely that innocent time that I enjoyed in Sweden! But it was coming to an end, and the end began with the arrival of a new Mo Letter entitled “Flirty Fishing,” and a visit from one of Mo’s sons, Aaron, who came to visit the Skillingfors center where Gideon was head man. But Aaron was royalty, and deferred to, even though his speech could get a bit wild. He seemed a bit volatile, but what I remember about him was that he was very clear that Flirty Fishing was just what it sounded like – using female sex appeal to hook cult prospects. After all, we sang a song every day with the words, “We are the Children of God / We are fishers of men / And our caravan keeps rollin’ along until the End.” I remember the little leer that would creep over Aaron’s face when he alluded to sexual matters, and I remember looking over at Gideon to see his response, and seeing nothing I could detect, but certainly not approval.
We Learn of the “Kings” that Mo Says We Must Serve
But it was another series of Mo Letters, that in retrospect, gave me insight into the operation of the COG as a prostitution and pedophilia network for the ultra-rich. Mo liked to speculate about geopolitics, that he would tie in to prophecies drawn from Revelations and the Old Testament, and since Jesus was ultimately going to rule the New Jerusalem after the Apocalypse, this type of interest in government made sense to us. He told us, without naming any names, that Jesus was giving the COG some very powerful friends in very high places. These people he called “Kings,” comparing them to King Saul, King Solomon, and King David of the Israelites – men who did not always act in a virtuous way, but nevertheless were “God’s instruments,” and therefore worthy of respect, even service. We had not the least idea who these persons were, but Mo seemed to suggest they were not even Christians, but he was creating this elevated category to put them in. Seemed a little strange to me.
I Am Extracted from the COG by Loving Parents
But two months later, what was strange about the COG was no longer my concern. My parents flew over from Phoenix and picked me up at the COG center in Essen, Germany, and we spent a month touring Europe. When I got back to Phoenix, I checked into the local young people for Jesus scene and was swiftly rejected, so after a few months, I got into yoga and peyote, and mostly forgot about the COG.
Miriam Williams, the Sacred Prostitute Who Told the Truth About the COG
Fast forward twenty-eight years to the year 2000. I’m in Medford, Oregon, taking a break from working on the Sex.Com case by shopping for books at the Barnes & Noble up at the north end of town, and I find a book entitled “Heaven’s Harlots: My Fifteen Years as a Sacred Prostitute in the Children of God Cult.” Obviously, I buy it, and it is riveting. Tara and Ana were away in Khathmandu, studying Tibetan Buddhism, so I am all alone, and spend three days reading this book with my eyes bugging out. At the end, I realize two things. First, I was damn lucky to get out of the COG before it turned into a pedophile sex cult. Second, when I became a Tibetan Buddhist, I joined another cult. The corollary of these two discoveries was that I have a tendency to follow charismatic leaders with offbeat beliefs. Well, at least it didn’t bite me in the ass with the COG, because my wonderful parents protected me from that monstrosity.
So who was Miriam Williams, and who did she service in her fifteen years of sacred prostitution? Well, she was famous in the movement – her name was known to all because she was a beautiful singer with a lovely voice. She was known around the world, praised extravagantly by Mo and all the elders. And she sold her body in Monte Carlo in environments of great wealth, hauling in many thousands of dollars from which she received only expense money to go out and do more holy whoring. In Chapter 6, she introduces us to her favorite Johns, two Saudi Arabian millionaires named Salim and Adnan. Miriam’s fellow COG sex slave, Breeze, had a steady relationship with Adnan, and Salim slept with both girls. When Adnan requested a threesome with Miram and Breeze, the girls made it not happen, and Breeze was relieved. And who was Adnan? None other than Adnan Khasshogi, the Arab weapons dealer who financed the Iran Contra hostage-for-missiles exchange deal by putting up $4 Million to buy the TOW missiles the Ayatollah craved in exchange for the American hostages.
The Khashoggi/Epstein Connection and the COG in the Canary Islands
Who was Adnan Khashoggi’s financial manager? Jeffrey Epstein. All through the seventies and eighties, Epstein managed all of Khashoggi’s wealth. Like Epstein, Khashoggi had private planes, and during the seventies and eighties Khashoggi had a base of operations in the Canary Islands. Guess who else was there? Well, thanks to pedophilia not being unlawful in the Canary Islands back in the seventies, Mo had moved the COG base to the island of Tenerife in the Canaries.
A Review of the Evidence
So what have we here in the way of evidence? Mo set up the COG to engage in the white slave traffic, and sold sex with Breeze and Miriam to Arab men for exhorbitant rates. Turning young, lily white females into houris with stars in their eyes for the “Kings” they are introducing to God’s Love, sacrificing their bodies in a Christlike fashion. No wonder Salim and Adnan enjoyed their services. Sleeping with the Bride of Christ is probably more exciting even than the vaunted “girlfriend experience” offered by high end escorts. I mean, how can you erase the knowledge that “I’m paying for this?” You’re not going to get much closer than hearing a hired lover to say, “Consider me God’s gift to you for being who you are.” So Mo had a quality product to offer, and as everyone who knows the whole COG story will tell you, because contraception doesn’t figure into this story, that an endless flow of children was generated by Flirty Fishing. Were some of those children trafficked in international sex networks? Quite possibly.
Possible Use of Kompromat by Trump to Silence Opposition
Khashoggi and Epstein certainly spent a lot of time together, and they shared interests beyond making money from money. Khashoggi worked with the Mossad at high levels, dealing arms to and for Israel, keeping the balance of terror at the level acceptable to Israel by controlling weapons supplies. It is understood that Epstein ran a vast network to generate lethal, nuclear-level kompromat on elites who fell into his sexual honeypot, because his residences were all stuffed with surveillance cameras and microphones, and large caches of digital media were seized from his homes and offices during Trump’s first term in office. The Trump era brought total capitulation among Republicans who had run and spoken against him back in 2016. Lindsey Graham is the poster child for conversion from harsh critic to slavish bum-licker, but Ted Cruz, Marco Rubio, and a long list of others have also delivered their testicles to Trump for safekeeping. Why? Kompromat could be the answer in many cases. Indiscretions are so hard to avoid in DC, and that moment when one accepts an opportunity to engage in illicit sex, not thinking beyond the moment, is of course shortly followed by endless terror of the consequences. There doesn’t even have to be a video. The blackmailer just makes the call, “Senator, remember that night in the mile high club?” And the fix is in. Who could resist acquiring that kind of leverage? Not Epstein. Not Trump.
I Find Grounds for Further Investigation
So, what have we learned from our tour of high places and low deeds? I think the possible use of COG sex slaves by the Epstein sex trafficking network should be investigated. We have Khashoggi buying sex from Mo. We have Khashoggi and Mo both having HQ in the Canary Islands. Epstein was Khashoggi’s “financial manager,” and is believed to have run his blackmail operation for the Mossad, with whom Khashoggi also worked. Epstein also traveled about the world on a Saudi passport under a false name. Undoubtedly this was obtained with Khashoggi’s assistance so he could travel incognito. The intelligence gathering side of Epstein’s operation must have been of interest to Khashoggi, because Epstein had an uncanny ability to snag military contracts despite having no military background. Perhaps because kompromat works when nothing else does.
Epilogue – the Victims Are Everywhere
So that’s a wrap on what I know about COG, Khashoggi and Epstein, Mo and pedophiles in the Canaries. I haven’t gotten into just how lurid Mo’s pedophile cult was, but suffice it to say that among Mo’s least successful religious experiments was the raising of Davidito, the son of Karen Zerby and a gentleman from the Canary Islands, that Mo decreed would be a world savior, and accordingly raised him in orgiastic conditions from infancy. He had multiple nurses who worked with exposed breasts, and was introduced to orgasm through diligent masturbation in the cradle. He ended his own life with a pistol shot in a parking lot in Blythe, California, less than a day after stabbing one of his childhood nurses to death. Read up on it and a plethora of other tragedies at Exfamily.org.
