Because so many readers of this space are so varied in both age and life’s experiences this is an excellent time to, as my sainted wife likes to say, “Do you really need to build a watch to tell someone the time?”
The answer, plain and simple, is: “Yes.”
Once upon a time, there was no such thing as television or radio. People received their news, information, horoscopes, local arrests, civic interests, land transactions, along with a healthy dose of advertising via something called “a newspaper.”
Newspapers could be found virtually everywhere, including newsstands, street corner vending boxes, stores...in fact, there aren’t many places a newspaper was not available. Costing upward of 2¢ per edition, they were affordable and packed with something for virtually everyone.
Besides news, columnists would offer advice to total strangers asking for help with relationships, sports scores plus game recaps and stats were available, bridal announcements, obituaries, charitable events, upcoming parades, in addition to classified ads for homes, cars, and other secondhand miscellany, appeared at your fingertips as if by magic.
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These newspapers were usually written and delivered daily, delivered to your home or business by enterprising youngsters known as “paperboys.” Before your hair catches afire, girls were not normally involved in the schlepping of heavy canvass bags filled with upwards of fifty newspapers therein. Sorry.
But there was a science to these dailies to attract attention and create enough interest for those who didn’t get one delivered to their home. These newspapers were usually 12” wide x 24” tall; folded in half they only revealed the most important stories on “the front page above the fold.”
This eye candy was used as a draw to entice readers select which newspaper to buy when looking for information outside of the home delivery network. Sensation sells. The more sensational, the better.
And this is actually where today’s adventure begins.
I picked up a copy of today’s – November 23, 2025, edition of The Tampa Bay Times (TBT) – whose motto should be, “It looks like a newspaper, but it’s better for lining a birdcage.”
Above the fold were two hard-hitting stories: “DIY fertility case ruling looms.” The other breath taker was, “Why is St. Pete HQ deal dead?”
In case you were just rescued from a deserted island with no running water, electricity, means of communication, or a smoking hot companion, you would have likely heard we have a current United States President named Donald J. Trump. He served as our 45th Chief Executive from 2017-2021, and again as the 47th from 2025-present.
His history is fairly well-known with a split opinion on his style, personality, plus business acumen. Without going too deep into his history, President Trump was defeated by Joseph Biden who served as the 46th president. The battle was contentious fraught with countless legal challenges and personal attacks.
Being a storied figure in the New York City (NYC) real estate and building world, citizen Trump was very, very successful – albeit with a bankruptcy, or two interwoven therein – making literally billions of dollars thereafter.
Feeling he could do better running the country than the usual lawyer-turned-politician with whom we’ve been cursed for decades, President Trump dipped his toe into the political swimming hole that was instantly realized to be not a swimming hole, but rather a swamp filled with lizardly, lifelong politicians.
These lifers quickly discovered there was plenty of moolah floating around their swamp, and they didn’t take kindly to a newcomer invading their sacred territory, especially a non-lawyer who actually made his money unlike the swamp lizards: by investing his OWN money rather than pick pocketing constituent’s wallet.
This odd behavior was foreign to a man who knew how difficult it was to make money based on merit and deep thinking rather than forced taxation on the complacent, uninformed voting public. Suddenly, upon the official announcement of this 2016 Presidential Election win, the knives came out. Let the games begin!
Some Congressional political tart California named Maxine Waters filed impeachment papers against Donald Trump before he was sworn-in. That should be enough to give you an idea how deep this icky swamp is.
But this is not about only Maxine Waters, Our Lady of Perpetual Grievances Saint Hillary Clinton, Racist Barack Obama, or the anti-Jewish Jew Chuck Schumer, it’s about a fellow named Jeffrey Epstein who died in 2019. Although I never met Epstein, I’ve heard a lot about him. Why?
Glad you asked.
This Jeffrey Epstein was a financier who was also a convicted sex offender. Of course, there a lot of child sex offenders, but this one had a copious number of buddies, pals, compatriots, along with clients for his alleged sex trafficking of minors.
Having enough unaccounted-for money to afford a private island in the U.S. Virgin Islands, Epstein, it is said, would use his private jet to ferry well-heeled “friend” and “clients” to and from Epstein Island for alleged parties and romps with underage adults. Read: pimp of children.
If you are a “normal” human being with morals and scruples, you should – as I – feel great compassion and an odd sense of anxiety just thinking about all happenings with or near Jeffrey Epstein.
Keeping in mind that under the Joseph Biden administration, illegal aliens were encouraged to freely cross the United States’ border to find a better life here. Unfortunately, those crossings included a large portion of children without accompanying parents. Many are now missing and thought to have been abducted or sold into slavery and the child sex industry.
But just how many children are missing varies greatly. An interweb search revealed that anywhere between 300,000 and 450,000 children are “missing,” meaning they cannot be accounted for, and there is little anyone can do to find them. Unfortunately, the angst associated with these missing illegals appears to be moot made apparent by the then-President Biden, along with the Democratic Party, who encouraged this migration nightmare.
There is, however, good news. Six years following his suspicious death in prison, the Epstein expiry and associations are suddenly the most important thing happening today. How do I know? Democrats are racing to grab microphones, television cameras, and newspaper reporters to explain their personal take on how President Trump is somehow personally involved in Epstein’s sordid life and death.
With no more ability to explain how stock market wizard Nancy Pelosi made over $238,000,000 as a United States Senator, these agog Democrat politicians are far more than eager to help indict President Trump, and subsequently impeach him, for nothing more than any wild imagination they can muster.
Like dog poop on your shoe, which winds up everywhere, Jasmine Crockett, as well as Hakeem Jeffries quickly found avenues to spew their hatred toward Republicans in general, Donald Trump in particular, for simply speaking to one another. But does the smoking gun lie with the association of Epstein, or could it be financial donations?
It seems a though St. Hillary Clinton, and her spouse, William Jefferson Clinton, John Kerry, Chuck Schumer, Virgin Islands Representative Stacey Plaskett, and Bill Richardson, are just a few of the more notable Democrats who have received donated money from Jeffrey Epstein over the years, according to ABC News.
All this was deemed super important – SUPER IMPORTANT – by those media whores demanding an ounce of President Trump’s flesh for not immediately opening up the sealed DOJ Epstein Files.
If that’s the case, why was this Epstein-Trump association relegated to page three of the aforementioned TBT rather than front page above the fold? Perhaps because the unfortunate involvement of the Democrats in exchanging money with a now-deceased pedophile/child sex trafficker.
Oh, my.
What seems odd, though, is that for four years, “the Biden administration had no desire to release any names that appeared in the thousands of the infamous Jeffrey Epstein’s emails and text messages under its control,” The New York Post points out.
But suddenly, the Democrats are now demanding the release of ALL the Epstein files. This is where it’s going to get good.
Without thinking – likely clouded by Trump Derangement Syndrome (TDS) – those files which were kept private are now subject to public release at the demand of the Democrats.
I’m guessing you’ll soon see a resurrection of the words “FAKE NEWS!” from those Dems.
