They buried it. And now they’re acting like we imagined the whole thing.
No names, no files, no blackmail. Just another late-night memo with no signature and a pile of silence behind it. That’s not denial—it’s a cover-up in plain sight. And it’s not the first time.
Trump’s done this before. Said he’d bring back coal jobs. Didn’t. Said he’d protect Medicare, Medicaid, SNAP. Gutted all three. Said he’d drain the swamp, but stocked it with every lobbyist, donor, and fixer he could find.
Every time, it’s the same play: tell folks what they want to hear, take the win, walk away before the lights come on.
Epstein was supposed to be different. This was supposed to be the reckoning.
Instead, Trump played his own tribe … once again … pushing them off the Epstein cliff like a bunch of brainless lemmings.
Bondi stood in front of cameras and said the list was on her desk. Patel said the FBI had it in a locked room. Bongino said it’d blow open the gates.
Now they’re quiet. Now they’re backing off. They’re trying to memory-hole the whole thing. Pretend like none of those words ever left their mouths. But people heard them. Believed them. Built a whole crusade on what they said. That’s not just a letdown—it’s betrayal.
Trump’s playing defense: Blaming Hillary. Blaming Obama. Saying the files were written by enemies, scribbled by the deep state. Praising Bondi like this is all business as usual.
But this time, it isn’t working.
Because when the list names him—or Bannon, or anyone in that inner circle—then it’s not just a scandal. It’s a switchblade turned inward. And the base knows it.
That house of cards they built?
It’s falling. And the bait they fed folks for years—promises, outrage, justice—that’s gone.
All that’s left is the switch.
Bait and Switch
hillpoet56
Gene Scott grew up on an Illinois tenant farm where kitchen-table tales mixed magic with hog farms and strip mines. After 40 years in East Tennessee, he’s witnessed nature’s raw power—and its quiet grace to heal what’s broken.
When Your House of Cards Is Built on Quicksand Made of Bullshit
Another Bait. Another Switch.
The list exists.
They buried it. And now they’re acting like we imagined the whole thing.
No names, no files, no blackmail. Just another late-night memo with no signature and a pile of silence behind it. That’s not denial—it’s a cover-up in plain sight. And it’s not the first time.
Trump’s done this before. Said he’d bring back coal jobs. Didn’t. Said he’d protect Medicare, Medicaid, SNAP. Gutted all three. Said he’d drain the swamp, but stocked it with every lobbyist, donor, and fixer he could find.
Every time, it’s the same play: tell folks what they want to hear, take the win, walk away before the lights come on.
Epstein was supposed to be different. This was supposed to be the reckoning.
Instead, Trump played his own tribe … once again … pushing them off the Epstein cliff like a bunch of brainless lemmings.
Bondi stood in front of cameras and said the list was on her desk. Patel said the FBI had it in a locked room. Bongino said it’d blow open the gates.
Now they’re quiet. Now they’re backing off. They’re trying to memory-hole the whole thing. Pretend like none of those words ever left their mouths. But people heard them. Believed them. Built a whole crusade on what they said. That’s not just a letdown—it’s betrayal.
Trump’s playing defense: Blaming Hillary. Blaming Obama. Saying the files were written by enemies, scribbled by the deep state. Praising Bondi like this is all business as usual.
But this time, it isn’t working.
Because when the list names him—or Bannon, or anyone in that inner circle—then it’s not just a scandal. It’s a switchblade turned inward. And the base knows it.
That house of cards they built?
It’s falling. And the bait they fed folks for years—promises, outrage, justice—that’s gone.
All that’s left is the switch.
hillpoet56