Jeffrey Epstein and other creeps…

I have been out of commission since D-Day due to a broken ankle – long bone fracture – courtesy of our then 7-month-old yellow lab who weighed about 60# at the time. He came at me from behind and knocked me down. I heard the crack as I went down. Brother! I thought. This isn’t going to be fun. In bed for the first 3 weeks and thanks to my wonderful spouse, Tom, I was served meals in bed, brought ice packs, pain killers etc. After that I was on a scooter, then crutches and am now sort of limping around waiting for the last X ray to come on Thursday showing it’s all healed correctly (I hope) and my last appointment with the orthopedic surgeon before I can now walk my puppy and drive again. Last week we met with a dog trainer who had excellent tips on how to keep that from happening again and I am happy to say his jumping on people is pretty much cured.

I apologize for not being able to blog – no laptop and my desk computer was on the 3rd floor. While I eventually managed to crawl up the first flight of stairs to get to the bedroom I didn’t have the strength to do it up to the 3rd floor. Since then I’ve given much thought to what is most pressing in the minds of my readers. I am still stunned to find that my main blogs that get attention are the ones on brother-sister incest. I have addressed that numerous times and want to turn my attention to Jeffrey Epstein. I’m sure you are all sick of hearing his name and there are no new opinions out there. Still and all, I want to add mine.

It seems we just finished with the news reports on Harvey Weinstein (what is it about that “stein” name?) when up crops this other creep, the one who managed to get off with a light slap on the wrist the last time he was arrested. Jeffrey Epstein, registered sex offender, pleaded not guilty (no kidding) to sex trafficking charges after authorities arrested him on suspicion of sexually exploiting and abusing dozens of girls between 2002 and 2005. The rats came out of the woodwork claiming they are horrified at what their friend was doing. They know nothing, saw nothing, haven’t had anything to do with him in years etc. etc. If a liar tells you he’s not lying do you believe him? Mr. Epstein is being held without bail. Hooray! There is some justice after all.

He faces up to 45 years in prison over charges of sex trafficking of minors and conspiracy to engage in sex trafficking of minors. If only they would put him away for the rest of what remains of his slimy life. I’ve always been torn between the adage, “where there’s smoke there’s fire” and “he’s innocent until proven guilty.” Sometimes the innocent are punished and sometimes the guilty go free. That’s just a fact of life. In this case I’m going with the “smoke” adage.

As a survivor of incest, I can relate so well to being a young teenager who is sexually exploited or downright raped. What I can’t relate to is what makes these guys tick? Why would my father who was intelligent, caring, kind-hearted, a devout Catholic, a loving husband and my idol come in to my bedroom in the middle of the night and rape me? In my recovery one of the things I did was to go back in time and do a Family Tree (one of the exercises you will do if you work the REPAIR program). It was incredibly enlightening. I found out from an elderly lady who knew my paternal grandfather well that there was a saying about him, “no woman is safe around George Leick.” And he raised my father?? What an education that must have been.  Sad, sad, sad. You have to have no conscience, no personal integrity, a dominant ego and a score of other detestable behavior patterns to become a sexual predator. As those of us who have been through this know, it is never about sex; it is always about power and control.

My brother, who is more Catholic than the pope says that hell is in the center of the earth. He also says I need to write down every sin I have ever committed, starting from childhood and go to my parish priest and show it to him to make a full confession. If I don’t, I’ll wind up in that hell. I began thinking about what would be on that list. Let’s see, I stuck my tongue out at my sister; I forgot to say my night time prayers; I became angry at a friend and said I hated her; I lost my temper; I made up a sin to tell the priest because my mom said I must have done something wrong, which was okay because then I got to tell the priest the next week that I had lied to him and so on. Bad stuff, right? Oh…..then there’s the time when I was 13 and laying in the bottom bunk with my rosary creeping out from under my pillow and my dad came in the room in the middle of the night and I forced him to rape me (my mom decided I was the one responsible and I bought it – my father, like Pontius Pilate washed his hands of the whole affair). I guess that means I’ll wind up in that hell in the center of the earth. At least I’ll get to see Jeffrey Weinstein there.

See, I told you. Sometimes the innocent are punished and the guilty go free.

 

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