[GUEST ACCESS MODE: Data is scrambled or limited to provide examples. Make requests using your API key to unlock full data. Check https://lunarcrush.ai/auth for authentication information.]  Niels Groeneveld [@nigroeneveld](/creator/twitter/nigroeneveld) on x 12.8K followers Created: 2025-07-23 15:50:59 UTC National Amnesia: How Washington Forgot It Already Had the Epstein Files There’s something truly majestic about watching seasoned politicians, national security veterans, and former prosecutors perform synchronized cognitive dissonance on live television. There they are, brow furrowed, fists clenched in righteous indignation, demanding—demanding!—that Ghislaine Maxwell “come forward” and “reveal what she knows.” It would be adorable if it weren’t grotesque. Let’s make one thing absolutely clear: the Epstein files are not missing. They are not floating in a Gulfstream limbo somewhere above the Virgin Islands. They are not locked away in some spectral vault at the edge of the known universe. No, they are stored—physically, digitally, redundantly—in U.S. federal evidence repositories, mirrored across secure DOJ servers, and known in nauseating detail by multiple agencies. You could find them faster than your passport renewal. What we’re witnessing is not investigative rigor. It’s kabuki theatre with subpoenas. The very same administration now whispering that perhaps Ghislaine might “cut a deal” to help name names, already has the names. They’re printed, indexed, cross-referenced, and highlighted in briefing packets that have been circulating since 2019. The evidence isn’t elusive—it’s embarrassingly accessible. So what, exactly, is going on? The Absurd Spectacle of Political Amnesia Imagine a fire department arriving at a burning building, garden hoses in hand, and instead of putting out the flames, they start yelling at the smoke for answers. That’s the level of idiocy we’re dealing with. Every senator calling for “full disclosure” from Maxwell knows—knows—that federal law enforcement already possesses: - Flight manifests from the 1990s to 2019, some of them notarized. - Video surveillance footage cataloged by room, date, and individual. - Wire transfers, trust disbursements, bank account ledgers. - NDAs and legal settlements tied to company accounts like Southern Trust and NES LLC. - Internal emails from private servers, now sitting on DOJ forensics servers. But sure—let’s pretend none of this exists until Ghislaine whispers it into a microphone, as though her saying it out loud transmutes it into actionable truth. The issue is not information. The issue is inertia weaponized as morality. From Possession to Pretend Ignorance There’s a delicious irony in watching institutions pretend to be powerless in the face of their own archives. This is not some Cold War code-cracking exercise. The evidence is there. It was catalogued by professionals. The chain of custody is intact. And yet, somehow, America’s legal machinery has decided that justice will only commence when Ghislaine plays clairvoyant with pre-existing data. Even Kafka would blush. Worse still, the public is being asked to applaud this nonsense as though it’s progress. Maxwell, once the logistics architect of a trafficking network, is being slowly repositioned as a “cooperative witness.” Not because she’s offered something new—but because pretending she’s vital allows the system to avoid the real scandal: that it already had what it needed and chose not to act. When The Truth is Too Inconvenient to Use We are now living in a moment where authentic documents are ignored unless regurgitated theatrically by a convicted felon. The incentive is clear: by placing the burden on Maxwell to “name names,” prosecutors and politicians can pretend they were in the dark, rather than admit they’ve been sitting on a trove of politically explosive truths and did absolutely nothing with it. It’s not just performative justice. It’s reverse-engineered justice—a version where the actor becomes the author and the state plays dumb to save face. Maxwell could recite excerpts from documents the FBI itself typed up and someone on Capitol Hill would gasp, “My God, we never knew.” It’s a script. And the audience is the American public, being sold closure by the same institutions that gave impunity a desk, a title, and an IT department. The Punchline This is what justice looks like when it’s stage-managed for optics: a convicted trafficker is reframed as a whistleblower, investigators pretend they’ve never seen their own files, and the public is asked to clap for a “breakthrough” built entirely out of known material. If you're not laughing, you're not paying attention. The files are there. The names are there. The only thing missing is the courage to prosecute. And no amount of Ghislaine's recitations will conjure that courage into being—because this was never about not knowing. It was always about not doing. XXXXX engagements  **Related Topics** [maxwell](/topic/maxwell) [ghislaine maxwell](/topic/ghislaine-maxwell) [ghislaine](/topic/ghislaine) [files](/topic/files) [epstein files](/topic/epstein-files) [jeffrey epstein](/topic/jeffrey-epstein) [national security](/topic/national-security) [Post Link](https://x.com/nigroeneveld/status/1948048203632324797)
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Created: 2025-07-23 15:50:59 UTC
National Amnesia: How Washington Forgot It Already Had the Epstein Files
There’s something truly majestic about watching seasoned politicians, national security veterans, and former prosecutors perform synchronized cognitive dissonance on live television. There they are, brow furrowed, fists clenched in righteous indignation, demanding—demanding!—that Ghislaine Maxwell “come forward” and “reveal what she knows.”
It would be adorable if it weren’t grotesque.
Let’s make one thing absolutely clear: the Epstein files are not missing. They are not floating in a Gulfstream limbo somewhere above the Virgin Islands. They are not locked away in some spectral vault at the edge of the known universe. No, they are stored—physically, digitally, redundantly—in U.S. federal evidence repositories, mirrored across secure DOJ servers, and known in nauseating detail by multiple agencies. You could find them faster than your passport renewal.
What we’re witnessing is not investigative rigor. It’s kabuki theatre with subpoenas. The very same administration now whispering that perhaps Ghislaine might “cut a deal” to help name names, already has the names. They’re printed, indexed, cross-referenced, and highlighted in briefing packets that have been circulating since 2019. The evidence isn’t elusive—it’s embarrassingly accessible.
So what, exactly, is going on?
The Absurd Spectacle of Political Amnesia
Imagine a fire department arriving at a burning building, garden hoses in hand, and instead of putting out the flames, they start yelling at the smoke for answers.
That’s the level of idiocy we’re dealing with.
Every senator calling for “full disclosure” from Maxwell knows—knows—that federal law enforcement already possesses:
Flight manifests from the 1990s to 2019, some of them notarized.
Video surveillance footage cataloged by room, date, and individual.
Wire transfers, trust disbursements, bank account ledgers.
NDAs and legal settlements tied to company accounts like Southern Trust and NES LLC.
Internal emails from private servers, now sitting on DOJ forensics servers.
But sure—let’s pretend none of this exists until Ghislaine whispers it into a microphone, as though her saying it out loud transmutes it into actionable truth.
The issue is not information. The issue is inertia weaponized as morality.
From Possession to Pretend Ignorance
There’s a delicious irony in watching institutions pretend to be powerless in the face of their own archives. This is not some Cold War code-cracking exercise. The evidence is there. It was catalogued by professionals. The chain of custody is intact. And yet, somehow, America’s legal machinery has decided that justice will only commence when Ghislaine plays clairvoyant with pre-existing data.
Even Kafka would blush.
Worse still, the public is being asked to applaud this nonsense as though it’s progress. Maxwell, once the logistics architect of a trafficking network, is being slowly repositioned as a “cooperative witness.” Not because she’s offered something new—but because pretending she’s vital allows the system to avoid the real scandal: that it already had what it needed and chose not to act.
When The Truth is Too Inconvenient to Use
We are now living in a moment where authentic documents are ignored unless regurgitated theatrically by a convicted felon. The incentive is clear: by placing the burden on Maxwell to “name names,” prosecutors and politicians can pretend they were in the dark, rather than admit they’ve been sitting on a trove of politically explosive truths and did absolutely nothing with it.
It’s not just performative justice. It’s reverse-engineered justice—a version where the actor becomes the author and the state plays dumb to save face.
Maxwell could recite excerpts from documents the FBI itself typed up and someone on Capitol Hill would gasp, “My God, we never knew.” It’s a script. And the audience is the American public, being sold closure by the same institutions that gave impunity a desk, a title, and an IT department.
The Punchline
This is what justice looks like when it’s stage-managed for optics: a convicted trafficker is reframed as a whistleblower, investigators pretend they’ve never seen their own files, and the public is asked to clap for a “breakthrough” built entirely out of known material.
If you're not laughing, you're not paying attention.
The files are there. The names are there. The only thing missing is the courage to prosecute. And no amount of Ghislaine's recitations will conjure that courage into being—because this was never about not knowing.
It was always about not doing.
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