Michael Jochum:
The Pedophile Files:
The Epstein files are not about Donald Trump, Bill Clinton, Larry Summers, Harvard, Wall Street, the left, the right, or whichever convenient boogeyman the outrage machine wants to throw across the stage today.
They are about the victims, the children, the human beings who were preyed upon, bought, trafficked, silenced, and discarded like contraband.
But every time new documents surface, every time a new name is hinted, every time another window opens on the darkest criminal conspiracy of our time, what does the most powerful man in the country do?
He deflects.
He points fingers.
He throws up smoke.
He shouts “Clinton!” like it’s an exorcism spell.
And he expects us to treat his denial as gospel.
This isn’t a Republican scandal or a Democratic scandal. This is a human scandal, a moral catastrophe that should unite every decent person on earth with one simple, sacred truth:
Child predators get no quarter. Not from the right. Not from the left. Not from anyone.
Yet here we are, in 2025, watching an entire government tiptoe around a dead billionaire pedophile’s Rolodex like they’re afraid of catching fire. Watching the President of the United States pretend he’s never heard of “the girls,” while simultaneously instructing the Justice Department to chase down every Democrat within three degrees of Jeffrey Epstein’s corpse.
Trump says he “knows nothing.”
He always “knows nothing.”
A remarkable claim for the man who supposedly “knows more about everything than anyone.”
He knew nothing about the girls.
He knew nothing about the emails.
He knew nothing about the friend he once described as loving women “on the younger side.”
He knew nothing about the victim he reportedly “spent hours with” in his own home, a victim who is no longer alive to speak for herself.
How convenient. How cowardly. How morally bankrupt.
Meanwhile the MAGA loyalists line up behind him, chanting the usual incantation: “Not our guy. Look over there.”
Except, in a rare moment of honesty, even Marjorie Taylor Greene is calling bullshit.
And when Marjorie Taylor Greene becomes the moral voice in the room, the room is in flames.
She signs a petition with Democrats to release more Epstein files, and what does Trump do?
He attacks her. Calls her a RINO. Calls her lost. Calls her disloyal.
Because in Trump’s moral universe, telling the truth is treason and protecting the vulnerable is weakness.
This is what happens in cults.
This is what happens in fascist movements.
This is what happens when power becomes the only currency and conscience becomes the enemy.
But here’s the thing the deflectors don’t want to hear:
There were many players. Many enablers. Many abusers. This wasn’t one monster, it was a ring. An ecosystem. A system built to protect the powerful from consequences.
And that system is still alive.
It survives because we allow it to.
Because politicians hide files.
Because billionaires protect billionaires.
Because too many Americans have been trained to ask not “What is true?” but “Which side does this help?”
Well, here’s a radical idea:
Children are not partisan.
Rape is not partisan.
Trafficking is not partisan.
Justice is not partisan.
The survivors deserve the truth.
They deserve transparency.
They deserve accountability.
And they deserve a country whose leaders stop playing political ping-pong with their trauma.
I am sick, of the excuses, the deflections, the performative outrage, the crocodile tears, and the endless moral contortions required to protect powerful men from scrutiny.
To the MAGA faithful who scream about crime and justice:
If you cannot demand full transparency about a global child-trafficking operation because it might implicate your idol, then you have abandoned morality for worship.
To the Republicans who want to bury the files:
You do not serve America. You serve fear.
To the Democrats who only care when the accused wears a red tie:
You are complicit, too.
To the President who wants to investigate everyone but himself:
You are the deflector-in-chief of a nation drowning in denial.
And to the survivors, the ones still alive, the ones who didn’t make it, the ones still fighting to be believed, I’m sorry.
I’m sorry this country keeps choosing politics over humanity.
I’m sorry your names have become footnotes in a culture war.
I’m sorry the people responsible for protecting you are more interested in protecting themselves.
And I’m sorry, most of all, that the truth has become a threat.
But guess what?
The truth is coming anyway.
And none of these men, not presidents, not bankers, not billionaires, deserve the power to stop it.
Enough with the deflection.
Enough with the lies.
Enough with the worship.
Release the files.
All of them.
Let the truth speak.
And let justice finally, mercifully, do what politics never will.
