Bob's Island Fantasy

 Bob Jesnik had always struck me as a weird guy. He was a regular at the bar, but he mostly had a nodding familiarity with us other bartenders who weren't Bodie Walker. He was Bodie's customer. That usually means a bartender is giving out free drinks. One of us other bartenders come along, and it messes up the whole system of Bob drinking but not paying much for drinks. Now, Bob could afford those drinks as he was very high up in his father's construction company, but everybody likes free stuff, and nobody likes free stuff more than the rich. I thought Bob was a dumbass. Pretty clear to me that if daddy didn't own the company, Bob would be nowhere near such a business. You may know about the sons of the rich. Forget the apple not falling far from the tree, they often should never be in the orchard. 

Early one slow evening, Bob graced me with his presence at the coveted first stool next to the cocktail waitress station, where Cathy was working. Bob maybe wasn't so dumb after all. Cathy was a super cute gal. She might go for a guy with Bob's money. She could do worse. In fact, she did! She later dated and married, our boss, Teddy Takis, another child of the apple orchard. 

Bob was giddy, fresh from an island off of Mexico, "where anything goes". Anything, Bob? Tell us about it. 

Well, by "anything" Bob meant that you could pick which servers- female or male- whom you wanted to have sex with, or you could "command" them to have sex with each other. They were all quite attractive. Hmmm...so were Cathy and me. This was way back in the day when I was as young and pretty as I used to like to think I was. 

"Bob", I said, as I winked at Cathy, "we don't do that here. I mean, we make our own decisions about things like that". 

Oh, Bob said he hadn't meant it like that. He was just saying...

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This was in the mid-eighties, and I don't recall all the details of Bob's bullshit that day. He left shortly after that. Cathy and I were both creeped out, mostly thinking it was Bob's masturbation fantasy. He was thinking about her and maybe her and me- and him- and it was gross and unnecessary as it was out of the blue. I think this preceded Epstein's Island by a decade or so, if there had been any truth to it at all. 

We now know that there was truth to Epstein's Island; awful, sinister, creepy and humiliating truth. Whereas Bob's tale was quite a bit cinematic, the realities of Epstein's Island seemed so much more suburban. Cocktail parties with young, pretty teen girls availing themselves to old men, giggling at their jokes and pretending to like them for themselves. The girls were all 13-15 years old, with some at 16, before they aged out for the clientele. How much could a 13-year-old girl know about the world she had suddenly found herself in? Who is Bill Gates, Bill Clinton or Donald Trump to them? Just old rich guys who were somebody that they had to please. 

Yesterday I watched a YouTube video of an interview with a grown-up Katie Johnson, one of Trump and Epstein's victims. It was from 2016, and she was coming out with her story because she didn't think a man like Trump should ever be president of the United States. She was certainly right about that. 

In one of her encounters with Trump, she was told to play out a scenario where Trump was to walk in on her and a Hispanic girl, dressed as maids, and making out. Trump's role was that of a shocked gentleman who would order the Hispanic gal to fellate him and do a good job lest he report her to immigration and have her deported. That portended a lot of current policy! 

I don't want to get graphic. I just can't. Trump eventually finished and walked away like we've seen him do a thousand times after defiling the media or other persons, in his current job. The video is out there. I see no reason not to believe her. We certainly know enough about him, don't we? If grown up Katie Johnson was looking for compensation for what had happened to her, I get that. In this country, too often money is the only justice a victim is going to get. I don't know how long that will be the case with this regime and it's *fiscal responsibility*. 

Are we all whores to be used and discarded by these captains of industry? To them, yes. To us, no. I don't think a 13-year-old girl or boy can choose to be a whore. You don't have the mental capacity to make calls like that at such a young age. You have to be tricked into it by grown-ups who know how to manipulate young people. These grown-ups know how to manipulate adults too. It's how they get to where they are in life.

Maga has been groomed the last ten years by Trump. It's interesting that the one decent bone they have in their body is the disgust for pedophiles. Trump groomed them for that. He said it's what democrats and Hollywood elites do, and he promised to bring them to justice. That's an odd gambit for him to pursue considering the plethora of photos of him and his best friend, Jeffery Epstein. Will he get around to telling us he was working undercover to expose the trafficking ring and then the presidency got in the way of that, the burden of making America great again? That wouldn't surprise me. Little does these days. 

*No Bob's, Bodie's, Cathy's or Teddy's were hurt in this post.