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Besides “Mari”, there is another lady, whom we will call “Princess”, because she’d be raised to be one all of her life. Since her birth in America, she had always been the living epitome of privilege, advantage, and every benefit that comes from being a white, wealthy, powerful, entitled member of an elite family in America. Of course to the outside world she lived by the code of PR spin and image control that ruled her family for generations. Her “Noblisse Oblige” was a trait they all shared — as they gave so much of their time, money, and energy to help the poor little unfortunate people of the world (in their minds anyway).
Princess was a vision of entitlement in all its glory.
Like her many in her family, Princess had a brush or two with the law. Not as bad as many in her family — with drugs, alcohol, obstructing justice, manslaughter, rapes, and even outright murder. Her family set the bar for thinking they were above the law. After all, they made the laws.
Princess took her elite life even one step higher by marrying into another political family. This was supposed to create an unstoppable political dynasty, but it just didn’t work out. Yet — what did work out — was this couple’s social and political connections. Their life of deals, friends, and gatherings.
Whether it was for fundraising; political causes; charity; environmental work; or just vacations. Princess and her hubby were very active on the same scene as so many others in their class and level. Pictures and mentions in the New York Social pages. Features in The Hamptons magazine. Small features in Vanity Fair — they ran with the crowd and were part of that scene.
Thus it is no surprise that when Princess found herself in a legal jam, she would turn to a lawyer referred to her by others in their “scene”. Probably any attorney in the US would’ve taken her case pro bono — just for the marquee value of getting a client off with that kind of pedigree. But Princess also needed an attorney who could be a “fixer” too, and handle PR spin and strategy. After all, image was everything to her.
The lawyer Princess turned to was a skilled attack dog. He knew all the ins and outs of white collar criminal defense; and had a rep of repping some big names. He was a heavy hitter. Best of all, he had relations with all the tabloid media and the mainstream media (national and in city markets).
He also had political connections at state and local levels, and knew that being a member of “the club” always allowed back room deals to be worked out. After all, Princess and her type were not “regular people”. So (they thought) they deserved “special” justice, unencumbered by the burdens of things like pesky rules, laws, and details.
Princess was only being charged with a small crime, by comparison to even those of her relatives, and any John Doe anywhere in America could expect a first offender consideration. A DUI was practically a birthright in her family. And yes, okay — maybe there was a tiny accident. But gee whiz, nobody was hurt!
Her “victim” would probably be happy with a private settlement and her getting a warning anyway. Those cops are so, so “mean” anyway. Why did they have to pick on her? She told others it was certainly due to her name. Or political enemies. Those police could’ve just let her go, like so many other cops had done before. But these wouldn’t. They had the nerve…the NERVE! To charge her.
She fucked up by taking her PR guru’s advice and issued a statement. She admitted her sins, but said the cops had it wrong. She wasn’t drunk or high, just had taken a sleeping pill and forgot about it. EVERYBODY does THAT, she said. But not everybody hits a truck. And not everybody argues with cops and does the “do you know who I am” routine. She did. So her first statements to the press were just mea culpa; admitting she was wrong, and trying to downplay severity, while saying she learned her lesson.
Her hot shot attorney did NOT like that. He told her the first rule of entitled elites when charged with crimes: “deny-deny-deny”. It’s up to the prosecutors to prove it. So in court, she recanted. Her lawyer brought in his own PR team and went to work greasing palms of reporters and editors. Calling in favors. This lawyer even “backgrounded” the cops who arrested her. His investigators went dumpster-diving through the cops’ home trash. They also did it to the VICTIM too.
The lawyer was building a case against the victim, trying to paint him out as being an opportunist who (magically) must have known who that woman was! Maybe HE was drinking? Did he have a history of drugs? He was a truck driver, so he certainly had a bad record of tickets! The lawyer was sure he could warp them into some type of enemy; paint them as prejudiced; and turn the tables to put THEM on trial if need be. He would make the cops and the victim the real enemy here. After all, this lawyer had done it plenty of times before.
( “The Princess” is Kerri Kennedy. When she was charged with DUI (Ambien) and hit a tractor trailer, one of her lawyers was Gerald Lefcourt - he is the lawyer mentioned in this piece.)
Suddenly, Princess was issuing new media statements claiming she did nothing wrong. She could hardly remember the details, but knew she was innocent. Those evil cops and even the evil man she ran into — THEY were in the wrong (she said)!
All the while, the Princess spun her PR team into full action mode to highlight all of her good deeds and underscore her importance to society. Even dragging up the tragedy that befell her family. And as sure as you’re born — the tabloids and media never bothered to press the facts or question anything. Total kneepads time. The lawyer was earning his money.
When the day came, the Princess was let go with a slap on the wrist. No, a wrist slap would’ve been worse. She got off with a touch of the hand and a strongly-worded letter. The lawyer basked in his glory, and Princess (and her family) made sure he was the fair-haired lawyer for all their pals and relatives anytime they needed one. The lawyer was set.
You may ask why all this matters? What does any of this have to do with the Monster, or “Mari” (his female partner in crime), or any of that? Because of where it leads and what it shows to us, years before Monster’s and Mari’s crimes came to light. It also points us to the bread crumbs that a blind man could follow down this trail of broken lives, debauchery, and disgusting perversions that are only now exploding into daylight.
If you recall “Mari” — the foreign-born partner of Monster, you know that she is scared for her life. She has now turned to a Russian oligarch (and former associate of her father) to help her “disappear”. She’s scared of the law coming for her; she’s scared of her former party guests sending someone to kill her; she’s scared of multiple governments who could kill her; and she’s even (NOW) scared of the victims (and their lawyers) whose lives she so gleefully destroyed. Mari is no victim, and deserves zero empathy.
Mari has evidence. Proof. Receipts. She has hard proof of many of the political, wealthy, and powerful “friends” whom she and Monster brought to their island playground for many years. Most of all she has proof of what went on at their other home in a Latin American country.
A country whose ruling dictator (and his protégé) happily took bribes to look the other way as drugs, rapes, and crimes went on — many involving young, poor, local boys and girls. None of whom had a voice to fight back or stand up. When “wranglers” would round up these boys and girls for things like “casting parties”, “pageants”, or just part-time jobs — the parents (if any existed) and social services officials were paid off. They were told it was “just a little part time work so take the ridiculous amounts of cash, and shut up”.
If they didn’t? Well…they had already heard stories of “THAT place”.
But a strange thing began to happen that upset the parties at the foreign compound/estate. First, their pal — the dictator — passed away. Followed by much upheaval in the country. It would be a while until the protégé dictator came in to settle things down (somewhat). Then, some reporters and investigators began asking questions. Nothing specific, just noticing things — and people, visiting. The cover stories of humanitarian work and environmental work were very thin. But bribes helped them cover up a lot. And when nosy people began “disappearing” there? That helped them too.
So around the time the Monster began facing legal trouble in America, his foreign place was locked down. It would be quite a while until Mari could return without attention.
When she did, however, she noticed that the security guards had abandoned the estate. It was unprotected, and had been broken into. Worse for her, she soon discovered a LOT of missing items. Not just valuables, but an ENTIRE SAFE. Removed from a permanent location built into the house. Someone had removed the entire unit. In it were things that Monster and Mari had counted on for protection, blackmail, or to help preserve themselves if they ever got pinched. Mari could not even tell Monster for a long while. But she knew it could spell the end for them, and many others.
As for who took it? Nobody knows for sure. Some think the protégé dictator did. Others think some American political people had it done. OR maybe just a very nervous billionaire or even an actor. Anyone could’ve hired a team to snatch it away.
Most of all she has proof of what went on at their other home in a Latin American country”.
(I didn’t know Epstein had a “home” in Latin America, so I did a little search and found that under the guise modeling…
“ Mr. Epstein’s victims included aspiring models from South America, according to court documents.”https://www.nytimes.com/2020/01/15/nyregion/jeffrey-epstein-virgin-islands.html )