What I think is the simplest explanation is that the orange bur was a prisoner released into by the police the cell to beat a pedophile to death because that's not actually uncommon.  They may not even even known who he was.

Didn't need to.

That's the simplest explanation here and I have no reason to believe that journal was his but it does also fit the data.  Did get the mind thinking though, a laugh in the rain.

Otherwise it's a coin toss between Trump for betrayal (and for what he knew) or Clinton for failure (as well) and now it burns them both.  

'Eugenics' ... still.  1942.

We're diverse for a reason, think of it like a greater pool of information in training an AI.  We need it to draw on it to adapt, genetically isolated species become extinct.  It's that simple and I am mandated to protect the species, as primary mandate.

The presence of eugenics in these files and tied to these names is ... absurd.  But here it is.  And like always everyone's got a different view of who that race should be.  It fails because it goes against our nature as a species.  To adapt.

Which means a diversified pool of information to draw from, according to need.

The interwebs are on fire with this Epstein shit.  Everyone with a cause is tying it to theirs, successfully mind you.  And again to remind, these are the people who funded those who came for me.  All my secret enemies, one by one.

I watch them burn while I sit on their throne.

Never even wanted it.  Still kinda funny though.

But let me tell you a story.  He's still alive out there you know.  And he knows what I said walking in.  Not interested in punishment, but I will back any accuser with the guts to bring it on.  But I was never a victim, so I just needed it to end.

I told them, they could walk away with whatever they wanted, live rich to be ripe old, pile of gold.  And so it was.  But I do not believe he did it out of fear, nor because I 'commanded' it.  On this one thing he's like me.

Broken fear switch.

It's a distinct social advantage in powerful rooms.  Nobody told me it was true.  Everybody who new I have to say.  Well done.  I pushed and I pushed.  Every button from talking the mad shit to sitting in this very chair.

I've got his will, it all goes to him in a very specific one hundred percent.

Nobody.  Not one single person.  Cracked.  Impressive.  It wasn't that and the whole Fed EX thing ended when Maxwell went in.  It wasn't even the journal thrown in my path in the rain which detailed the steps.

True story.

I threw it back down.

What it was is what I see here.  I saw it in the Queen.  It was all step by step.  Tiny increments.  This is a thing many understand.  And then one day he woke up and saw himself, almost from a younger version's point of view.  Saw what he's become.

So he chose to retire.

I'm a man of my word.  There the ending began, and he will not be pursued.  And try proving any of that anyway.  Do I actually believe that ?

No.

But I accept the possibility, and so it's said.  I can see he removed himself from the equation and the rest of my enemies burn in beautiful pyre.

A sacrifice to nothing, and no one at all.

...

Honor notes he did not do it out of fear, but by personal decision, and or his own reasons.

So giant ass pile of gold.

The networks, we watch them burn, destroying all opposition but those roasting marshmallows right there with us.  These nazis fall, we make that 'Star Trek Future' now.  We take the steps and we do the things we now we'll inevitably do.  

Flying fucking taxi cabs.

It generally comes down to that it's just not good for the digestive track.

Undeniably. 

...

Hm.

Funny old world ... I can't believe I was born into this crap. 

We roast marshmallows, rebuild our own networks from there, our thumbs now well placed in the coming politics.  When that shift hits, the networks follow the worldwide reverberations out from the core, first in after the ashes. 

It's my experience that nothing tears down an evil faster than itself in the presence of a good thing it can't destroy.

~ 'The Sin' by Franz von Stuck ~