Listen up, you autistic fuckwits—yeah, I’m talking to you, the Qresearch crew. This Epstein list obsession is turning you into a bunch of drooling normies chasing shiny objects while the real shit’s still going down. I get it, the flight logs, the names, the juicy blackmail gossip—it’s a fucking adrenaline hit. But let’s cut the crap: digging through that mess like it’s the Holy Grail ain’t stopping the next kid from getting screwed over. Every minute we waste on this “release the list” circlejerk is a minute the real bad guys get to breathe easy and set up shop somewhere else.
Think about it, dipshits. Bust a drug dealer, and what happens? Junkies don’t quit—they just shuffle over to the next slimebag with a stash. Epstein’s operation gets torched, and you think these sick fucks just hang up their hats? Nah, they’re already balls-deep in the next kiddy-fuck pipeline. Those evil power-monger assholes aren’t crying over spilled Lolita Express champagne—they’re finding new holes to crawl into, new ways to blackmail suits with kid blood on their hands. Epstein was one head of the hydra, and you’re all staring at the stump while the others slither off.
Q dropped crumbs here for a reason, you glorious bastards. People screamed for your help because you’re supposed to be the ones who see through the fog, not the ones sucking on the MSM’s tit waiting for a PDF drop. We figured out the flights—great, gold star—but they know we know that now. So what’s the next move? Where’d they pivot after Little St. James got too hot? Are there new remote shitholes lighting up with private jets? Did they ditch islands for some backwoods compound or a yacht in the middle of nowhere? Or maybe they’re smarter—ditching planes for encrypted Zoom calls and encrypted drops. No more tarmac photos for us to meme. What else are they doing to keep this machine humming? Submarines? Trains? Fucking carrier pigeons? You tell me, because you’re the ones who’re supposed to be ten steps ahead.
The work to “release the list” is a goddamn resource sink—lawyers, FOIAs, court bullshit—while the next Epstein’s already balls-deep in some poor kid’s life. Stop waiting for someone else to spoon-feed you justice and start hunting the next guy. You’ve got the brains; use ‘em. There’s a reason Q picked this cesspool of a board to wake up the world. Get off your asses and back to digging—real digging, not this Epstein fanfic nonsense.
I still have questions, and I’m just a non-autistic anon who lurks 99.99% of the time, unlike you galaxy-brain degenerates. Where the fuck are you at on this? Are you mapping flight logs post-Epstein bust to spot some shady upticks in nowhere towns or private airstrips? What about sniffing around X for rich pricks flapping their gums about new getaway spots—don’t they always flex their bullshit eventually? Are you eyeballing shipping routes or private boat traffic yet—remote doesn’t need wings if a yacht’ll do it, right? Have you dug into shell companies popping up after 2019—followed the money trail like you used to brag about? And what’s the word on the dark web—any scumbags shifting “services” since Epstein’s little empire ate shit? Quit screwing around and get back to the big dawgs who bust people thanking you for the hot tips like they did back in the day. You’re better than this, anons. Prove it.