>at family party
>drunk
>playing with children and animals instead of speaking to other adults because autism
>overhear family talking about Netflix Epstein documentary
>adrenaline SPIKES, yell "BULLSHIT!"
>interrupt everyone, immediately bear down on the table
>begin ranting about how that documentary is damage control and how Epstein wasn't about teenagers selling their pussies, it was about brutal rape and murder, using those exact words
>family begins trying to tell me that the Netflix doc actually included some pretty bad stuff
>insist that it was G-rated compared to what actually happened and that it was just damage control
>slam another White Claw, pull out phone, pull up Epstein folder, ask when they learned about Epstein, point to the date on my dig screencaps as proof that I knew before any of them did
>continue swiping through folder, revealing hand-drawn underground bunker diagrams, Disney cruise line routes, shipping manifestos, flight logs, everything, slurring every word
>reactions range from genuine curiosity to being impressed to absolute horror on one aunt's face as I pull out the Isaac Kappy deadman switch and thermal imaging of the entire Virgin Islands
>being
>go back to playing with the kiddos and the doggy
This was the first time I've seen most of them in months. Pretty sure they think I've gone nuts now.