Publisher's Synopsis
The book begins this way. If you search for the names "Epstein" and "Starr" together, the first two that come up are Brian, the manager, and Ringo, the drummer, of the Beatles, who made beautiful music, a wonderful contribution to society. The next two in line have contributed nothing to society but grief. They are: Jeffrey, a degenerate paedophile, and Kenneth, possibly the slimiest excuse for a lawyer ever who escaped being disbarred. Bill Clinton murdered his deputy White House counsel, Vince Foster, in 1993. Starr, asked to investigate, had two separate opportunities to expose the murder and put Clinton away for good. In one case he chose to suppress the evidence and in the other, he chose to look the other way. Instead he issued a report based entirely on lies, which he knew were lies, that Foster had committed suicide. Epstein, a multi-millionaire, not only molested girl children himself at a prodigious pace but pimped large numbers of victims to a wide circle of acquaintances from his social class. There was enough evidence from one venue alone to lock him up, if not for good, for a minimum of 20 years. Starr insinuated himself into the case. Of course his job is to get the best result for his client. But the method he employed with his associates, trampling on the rights of the victims, was unheard of and indefensible. Epstein got a slap on the wrist, no more time than a hungry man might get for stealing a loaf of bread, and was enabled to spend much of his sentence at home and never have to mix with the general population in the county jail where he was housed. Epstein owned an island in the inappropriately named Virgin Islands. Others referred to his property appropriately as Orgy Island. He transported his friends there or on lengthy jaunts round the world on his private jet which became known as "the Lolita Express." One of the passengers on the Lolita Express on several occasions was Bill Clinton, after he left office. That Starr was enabled to damage the very fibre of society in America twice is inexplicable. This sort of thing you might expect to happen in a place like Kazakhstan. If anyone wants to make a movie out of the life of Starr, they would not have to do any more than a new version of Borat. Clinton's disgraceful life remains relevant because his wife, the Hildabeast, is running for president. If she wins she will be taking with her into the White House not only a murderer and a rapist, but also now as it seems certain, a paedophile. That's the message that will go out to the world, in America the rich and powerful can get away with anything. And we haven't even talked about the incredible sums stolen by this couple during their lengthy criminal careers. I knew about Epstein when I did a book on the Foster murder entitled "Vince Foster And The Hildabeast." But since he had no relevance to the murder cover-up engineered by Clinton, I didn't mention him. What prompted me to do this book were two reasons. Starr was involved with Epstein and so what he did with him goes to his character and strengthens the conclusion that this is a man who is unprincipled, ruthless, imprudent, and a menace to society. The second reason is that the Hildabeast crowd was not willing to leave well enough alone. Before the book on the Foster murder was even published in digital by Amazon and I had been notified that the US page was up and current, someone came in and bought one. I asked Amazon how could that possibly be and they replied it was a matter of "latency." What that means I don't know except that they were surmising that the US page was up some time before I got the notice. Obviously the buyer was someone who worked at Amazon and or was tipped off by someone who worked at Amazon. It gave the Hildabeast operatives an opportunity to post a crushing one-star review days before I had even introduced the book to the public. The reviewer claimed that my book was "trash fiction" which is what the suicide hoax wa