Here’s my pants but minus my legs. That’s a pity because I still have fairly good legs. I recall the old saying, being hoisted by your own petard. Well, this is being hoisted by your own pants. Fancy walking about in your pants and being photographed. What a dumbass! It’s weird in that those who deny Epstein suddenly appear in front of him in their pants. Was it a breakfast requirement? “We serve breakfast at 8am but come down in your pants”. Or does everybody in Epstein’s house wander about in pants all day? I have pondered over whether I could visit anybody’s house, friend or otherwise, and wonder about in my pants? Ultimately, the lies about relationships, about knowing, about using young women with impunity, is frightening. However, I won’t labour about men in pants!

Politicians

Firstly, the fact that this man in pants was a politician adds insult to injury. Secondly, I would have loved to have been at the interview. Can you drop your breeks? The Party need to be sure you look good in pants? I would want the secret services to assure me he purchased them from M & S. However, can pants be underwear if you flaunt them all day? Consequently, it beggers belief that the man in pants was once managing the country; he was my betters. What the hell was he up to otherwise? What are his friends and associates up to? Why can’t these people just live normal lives? Is this a normal life?

Men in pants

It goes without saying that there is nothing funny here. There were young women being abused and yet the denials are manifold. The irony is that they express the value of their long experience, which is all memory, and yet have forgotten about Epstein. However, with their millions, with their influential friends, with their forked tongues, they avoid censure. I trust that the embarrassment this time will lead to action. Lock em’ up!