Jeffrey Epstein And Ken Starr Sitting In A Tree, H-U-G-G-I-N-G

[Zorro]

The pervert and the guy who once pretended to hate perverts sure were buddy-buddy!

The year was 1998. Armageddon did boffo box office as one of the greatest comedies in recent memory. A roided-up Mark McGwire broke Roger Maris’s single-season home run record. Frank Sinatra croaked.

And Ken Starr chased Bill Clinton’s penis all around Washington, finally cornering it in the Oval Office and whacking it to death with a copy of The Starr Report.

Who can forget how we all spent the year being lectured about morality and character and honor and despoiling of the sacred White House and violating the public trust and all the rest of it. Sexual intercourse, howled the guardians of America’s virtue. Infidelity, they cried. The nation may never recover from this despoliation!

Starr, the supercilious bastard, delivered that year to the Congress his report on the affair and the cover-up and all the ways in which Bill Clinton should be impeached. We had long debates about public versus private conduct and the power imbalance between a president and a White House intern. Lives were dragged into the spotlight, destroyed, and later slowly and painstakingly rebuilt over decades.

Ten years after that whole mess, Starr was hired to help get Jeffrey Epstein out of trouble. At the time, the financier had been arrested for sexually abusing and trafficking underage girls. He was up on state charges, but the federal government stepped in after Palm Beach’s police chief was unhappy with the way the state attorney was handling the case.

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