Sunday Papers

and uh, I'm gonna bring you a really good show today. Now, some shows I really get into and sit down and block them out, send myself messages. It takes it like right now, Just so you guys understand, typically a forty minute show is about twelve to fourteen pages of writing. You know, it doesn't mean like a whole word for word writing, but you know, I I tend to send myself notes. Not everything is word for word. As you know,

I talk conversationally. Some things I write out because I think it's important for certain points to hit, and this is one of those shows. But just typically, you know, forty minutes, twelve to fifteen pages of words, that's a lot of writing. I mean, even novelists don't do twelve pages a day. But I can get up and spit out things because I just love to do what I do. I've told you my hands moved. I wish I had four more arms, eight more hands. The thoughts come to

my head too quickly. I try to use a dictation, the dictation thing on my laptop, but I talk too fast for that. I have to wait till the words catch up to me. But either way, just so you know, I have like thirty five pages that I haven't even touched shit, that are in my laptop ready to go, because I have angles on different stories I want to talk about. Today is a good show. But first I want to say that one of my listeners, Jeremiah, I don't know his last name, Jeremiah, because his last name

is like a play on words. It's not his real last name. But he contacted me about two weeks ago and said, hey, man, I'm friends with a guy you know and a really good actor and Frankie Adonis, who's you know, been in so many movies with scores ac you see him and everything. And he goes, I have a copy of the movie short you made. I think it was like nineteen ninety four, maybe ninety five. It's a long time ago, but it's a twenty minute short directed by this kid named James von Vit. He died,

He's not I looked him up. He's dead, died in his fifties. It was called Revolving Doors and me and Willie Deneo, who you know is the guy being Gravesend who decided not to cast me after season one, that little fucking prick. Me and him play We play hitmen, and we're stalking the actor Christopher Maloney. But back then no one knew Christapher Maloney. In ninety four ninety five, he was on the way up. And I can't even remember what I've seen it, but we did it in

a little Italy. It was a lot of fun. I don't think I have any dialogue. It's just me and Willie clocking Chris and waiting to shoot him, which we did in a against the storefront in little Italy. And let me tell you something about shooting a gun in Little Italy, not a film a gun. You have to get permission, naturally, from the mayor's office. You've got to go through all the rigamarole and the red tape. Look, we're gonna have a fake gun on the street on

Mulberry Street on this date, this hour. You gotta get pyramits. So we're doing this, we're doing the short. I mean we're in the thick of Mulberry Street. You know, everybody the best restaurants are there, everybody's their shopping. All the old Italian people are sitting on the stoop leaning out their windows like a typical day. They don't want to hit gun shots beneath them because it could be a mobster.

Typically it would be. Although they don't really kill anybody, literally, not since Joey Gallo got shot dead in his played the Linguini with clams. But the point is it's pretty startling to hear gunfire. So cops come up as we're making our way to shoot the scene. They go, hey, they get the director, James, you guys got a permit. He said, yeah, we got everything. We got the permit for the mayor's office for the city, blah blah blah,

but you got permission. And the director, who's obviously not Italian, he goes, yeah, we got all the proper permitcis He's asking his assistant his ad show them, you know the paper, and they're pulling out permits and the cops go, not enough, I mean permission from Chatcha. And the director doesn't know what I said. I know Johnny Chatcha down the street. Yeah, I said, yeah, Johnny knows, chat Chaw knows were shooting.

Johnny cha Chaws an old character, was an old character who lived on Mulberry Street, had a joint down at the end, at the end of the block, a food joint. He would sit out front, sit in his chair with his buddy or a revolving amount of buddies, and they'd sit in front of the store. And everybody knew Johnny chat Chaw. It was a different world. You all knew him. You shook his hand, maybe you leaned over, gave mkiss. That was his joint, nice little clothfee joints on pastries.

Who knows what kind of front it was for the mob. But you had to get permission from Johnny chat Chaw. When I say, chat Chat, Cia, Cia, you gotta get permission from chat chat to shoot a gun on Mulberry Street. And we did. And the cops said, okay, if Johnny cha Chaw knows, it's all good. They left. I missed that about New York. But this short is terrible. There's an actress in this who her name was Maria Lisa Costanzo. When I watched the first five minutes, I couldn't keep watching.

She's so bad. But this is what twenty minutes shorts are four it's to hopefully launch somebody who's in it to be a star. Well, Chris Mamoni certainly blew up. Has he been on that show for what twenty five thirty years? It's been forever, but we struck up a friendship after that. He was always good to me. He did my talk show. He was one of my first guests on the show in New York City, and you know, we did an interest show that I can't find anymore where I busted him in the street, put him up

against the fence. Chris was good for me, good to me, and good with me. But this other shit, Realisa constans are terrible. Willie DeMeo certainly made it. I mean, I don't like graves end, but he did what he had to do. Even though someone else writes those scripts. I'm not stupid. The guy can't put five sentences together. But either way, and I did okay, So sometimes shorts bear out, but not for Mari Lisa Coistenzo. Either way, I'm going to make this into a DVD because who the hell

how was a VHS player anymore? I don't they're life expensive now, right? I mean whatever? I have so many VHS's from all my days on talk shows and different TV shows. I want to play the should they get a VHS player or should I just make everything a DVD and get a DVD. I only ow a DVD player. I'm not like those kind of went by the wayside with streaming and everything else. I don't know, it's not even it's like it's an uptown problem anyway. I love The Morning Show on Apple TV. I've watched it for

now a couple of years. I like it. I love the way it began with Steve Carell. People forget that they really have used the situations in our lives, whether it's COVID or the political climate or Cexral arrest. But whatever, they've done everything. They've incorporated all those bullshit topics into their show. With Jennifer Anderson and Reese Witherspoon as the main two, Billy crud Up as the pretty much The Mail Star, and I think it's an entertaining show. It's

in New York. I like it. It's about broadcast journalism, which is right up my alley. There are some beautiful women on that show, obviously Anniston and Reese Witherspoon, and I would tell you to listen to Jennifer Anderson's interview with Dak Shepherd on his podcast Armchair Quarterback. It's really good. She's so down to earth, and Dak Shepherd said something to her on the show that I echo, and I've told you guys before. Dak said to her, you know what,

We're so happy here. I got to tell you. You know, it's one thing seeing you on TV, but when I first met you in person, oh my god, you blew me away. You're so beautiful. You would think ordinarily that's a guy blowing smoke up a chick's skirt. Now when you see Jennifer Aniston in person, I'm talking back the Friend's day, not that she's not that she's ugly. Now

she's still a beautiful woman. But back in the Friend's day, when I met her at a place called Sushi Roku, and she knew me, she came to me here, aj Benze, we're waiting on the bathroom line. Yeah, oh my god, I love your show. Like I was talking to the chit from Friends, I was talking to Rachel. Oh my god, she's just the same person. But those eyes, oh my god. Greek women. Greek women can either be absolutely fall down gorgeous or they can look like they need to be

on a farm. I'm sorry they you know, they break down early, they get very heavy, whatever the fuck, they get hairy like Italian women. The joke is Italian woman get hairy. I've really never had an Italian girlfriend who got hairy. But okay, that's that's the talk. Yeah. Annison in person is a knock down, drag out beauty. So there's her. There's Karen Pittman who plays this shit named Miya Jordan. There's Nicole Bahari who plays a young journalist

named Christina. She's a hot piece. She's only five to one and she has her problem. She is another actress who has to tell you what she suffers from. But you know what, just take a look at her on this show. There's one shit I can't stand. Greta Lee. She's an Asian actress. Well, she's an actress, and she's Asian and she's absolutely awful. When I tell you, there's nothing redeeming about any time she's on screen, I'm not lying. She's awful. She's not pretty, she doesn't know how to

use her face when she's speaking. I'm gonna leave it at that. But apparently on the last episode she's seen boarding a plane and leaving and she's she's gone. It looks like she's off the show, which is fine by me. Anyhow, as I'm watching the Morning show, one of the beautiful actresses on there is the French beauty Marion Cotillard. I know, you know her. She's crazy gorgeous, although she does need to remove that mole from the center of her forehead.

There's some actresses like that. There's one on Tulsa King, I don't know, there's like a mole on the side of her cheek. She's a beautiful one. Get it off, you know. I did yesterday get this. When I was in Chicago, I went and got these skin tanks removed around my eye. I think there were four or five of them, and I'm like, yeah, get rid of these things. And it was worth it. It was a few hundred dollars, but I feel better looking at myself in the mirror.

There's one on my neck and it always, you know, my necklaces, always touching. It doesn't hurt, but it's there, and it reminds me of my older aunts and uncles. They began to get these things when I was a kid, and I say, why would they keep them on their body? They're ugly. Well, now I understand his finances, this medical insurance. Who knew who was covered what it costs back then. But my old aunts and uncles didn't do it. It's a different generation of people. I don't want them. Yesterday,

I'm twirling this one on my neck. It's tiny, to the size of a matchhead. I went and got a nail clipper and I cut this bastard off. It hurt all it hurt, and it bled like I was shot. I don't want to say a Charlie Kirk joke, but it bled and slapped a band aid on it. Now I got a red mark on my neck, but I feel better about I don't want that shit on my body. There's one of my arm too. I don't want these things.

Why do we get them? Anyhoy? Marianne Coat Yard is gorgeous, and I want to give you a theory that's been out there, but I'm gonna chime in here. Marianne Coatyard and Brad Pitt were together in a movie back and maybe ten years ago twenty sixteen called Allied. It was a big World War two movie Robert Sebekiz directed. It didn't really get much play. I saw it, but it wasn't great. Brad Pitt plays an intelligence officer and Cotiard is this French resistance fighter and they're on a mission

behind enemy lines and guess what, they fall in love. Okay, so these two didn't date per se. But the rumor was that, you know, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie's divorce in twenty sixteen might have been because he had a fling with her. We always hear his drinking and how bad he was when he got high and drunk, and okay, but this is the other angle, or in addition to the he's always drunk angle. Marianne Courtyard always denied it.

She said, you know, she was in a happy relationship with her partner, some frenchman named Boullam, Gullyam, whatever the fuck, and they were expecting their second child. While this rumor was abounding, so did they have an affair during their movie? Well, she wrote that it's completely false. She put out a statement when this thing was bouncing around. But just play along with me, be a little detective here like I am, and try to put two and two together so it

equals four or more than four. She announced that she was pregnant with her second child with her partner, the actor the Frenchman, and she called him the man of my life. He's the man of my life. Okay, well, okay, but I suspected she had a flavor with Brad Pitt and that kid is Brad's kid, and they asked her about it, and she said, I'm not used to condemning, commenting on things like this, nor talking nor take it restart over because the guy above me, this fucking kid

who raps he's got the base on Sola. I want to strangle them low on a fucking base apartment. LI haven't done. This is nineteen ninety seven, anyhow, she said, I'm not used to commenting on things like this nor taking them seriously. But as this situation is spirally and affecting people I love, I have to speak up. Firstly, many years ago. By the way, firstly is really not a word you just say. First Firstly, Firstly, many years ago, I met the man of my life, the father of

our son and the baby we are expecting. He is my love, my best friend, the only one that I need. Secondly, again just say second to those who've indicated that I'm devastated, I'm very well. Thank you. She didn't say that he is the unequivocal positive father of this child. Didn't say it. It would be awkward to say that. I get it,

but let's just move on. What she's saying obviously confirmed the fact that she and her husband were looking forward to this new chapter in their lives, and she thought that prove that she's got nothing to talk about when it comes to Brad Pitt and Angelina and Joe Lee's divorce. She even ended a statement wishing them the best. She said, I do very much wish that Angelina and Brad, both of whom I deeply respect, will find peace in this

very tumultuous moment. She could have at that point said something girl to girl to Angelina, but again it would have been awkward. She didn't do it. Okay, now, she did her best to clear herself from the drama. But look when those two were breaking up, when that divorce talk came about, talk not talk. When that divorce talk came about, people had a lot of opinions about what's the reason, because him being allegedly drunk all the time

didn't come out right away. And basically that whole thing with Marion Cotillard, some sources would say, is the final straw that broke the camel's back. With Brad and Angie's marriage, I don't know. I mean, they wasn't married back, they were together. They got married in twenty fourteen, and you know, everybody looked at their romance. Forget about him leaving Jennifer Aniston, but we all thought it was a fairy tale, right, didn't We want them both to be together. We saw

mister and missus Smith. Have you ever seen a couple heat up the screen more than those two? Oh my god, just so gorgeous heads. I fuck Angelina Jolie tails, I fucked Brad Pitt. Either way, you win. I don't win, but you girls win. Two years later, Angie filed for divorce. Irreconcilable differences didn't reveal any of the details, like I said right away, didn't we didn't know. Then it changed,

then it changed. Then it's about abuse from Brad and the kids were abused and he was John blah blah blah. But I'd love to know what you think. I'm gonna post Maryann Cootiard's daughter. I'm gonna post a picture of this kid who was born in twenty seventeen, okay, right after she and Brad filmed that movie, and we're reccused of having an affair. You tell me if this kid named Louise doesn't look so much like Shiloh, and I'll

leave it at that. I need some water. Hold on, I don't know why I talk so loud when I'm on the mic with you guys. I don't know why I do that. Okay, some podcasts I hear perfectly. Jay Moore's podcast. I love j Moore. I love moore Stories. He always has comics on the mics are so low. I want to strangle his audio guy. I need to amend some of what I said about Virginia Geoffrey and her time spent with Jeffrey Epstein. We talked about this yesterday. I hold it. I shouldn't say time spent. That sounds

like she had a vacation. Obviously, you know it was not a vacation. But I know, I said that she could have left, or she could have stopped doing what she was doing, or she could have stopped accepting the money he was giving her. And some of you wrote me on the Patren page and other areas saying, a j you know, it's not as easy as that. It's not as cut and dry. Blah blah blah. I get it, I really get it. But you know what, she could have stopped speaking to Glene Maxwell, et cetera, et cetera.

And now comes some excerpts from her new book called Nobody's Girl, which comes out any day. Now. I'm gonna read an excerpt to you about the hell she was put through. And by the way, this is coming at the same time that the mansion that Jeffrey Epstein lived in off Central Park was renovated like crazy, over a million dollars in renovations for its new owners. Some money guy on Wall Street, some hedge fun prick, you know whatever. The price was eighty million. They went down to fifty

mail and he scooped it up. What a bargain. I don't know how you can live there with the ghosts in those rooms. But whatever they knocked down walls, but some of the rooms where the hell took place still exists. And I'll tell you what, God bless the person who wants to live there. Can you imagine? Let me just let me put this to you in terms that I can't. I've been reading about the house and it changed hands

a few times. It was originally bought or constructed by an old, very wealthy man who I forgot what line of work he was in, but major money. Was it a supermarket change something? And he gets this big old mansion on the Upper east Side. Could you imagine how much money you have to have to buy this place

for twenty million bucks just to store your pick Coasto paintings. Yes, Jeffrey Epstein's buddy, the old man Les Wexner, the man who ran l Brands, which includes Victoria's Secrets, among other things, bought this place for millions of dollars just to put his Picasso paintings and other art he had in the home. And he never once slept there. Do you understand the kind of money some people have that's not fuck you money? That's fuck me money. Then he sells the house to

Epstein years later for twenty million bucks. And that's where Virginia Tifrey and other girls met the devil. And in the excerpt from her book, she describes being chained up, fitted with a collar, and beaten in these rooms or the main room until she passed out. You know, it's god horrifying to just even try to imagine what that was like. Epstein had, you know, countless women there, and also you know, entertained heads of state, journalists, academics, tech billionaires,

captains of industry for over twenty years. And he had a bedroom, his master bedroom complex. You know, it was like they say, one third of the whole third floor. Our corner of the third floor was the master bedroom, bathroom, whole situation. And either way, she called this area the dungeon, and that's why she said Epstein raped her from two thousand to two thousand and two when she was still

a teenager. She described the room as gloomy, black marble alcohol in Epstein's House of Horrors, which was filled with Garis decor, and she thought was intended to intimidate and disturb.

Here's the the description. It's terrifying black lacquered cabinetry, blood red carpets, a huge taxidermy tiger, and a custom made chest set whose pieces were scantily clad women, And she was forced to sleep under a tapestry that featured wild boars devouring dead animals while screaming children watched on in horror. Where do you even get that? The room had an intercom that Epstein would use to summon her for sex. Rich guys have intercoms. I lived with Robert Evans, he

had one too. I've been other people's homes. They have intercoms. The house yourself fucking big. You need to lift the com This is before cell phones. Where now Rocco is literally twenty five feet away from me, and I'll text them put on the Laker game. Blah blah blah, it's on it. You know, it's easier than yelling. But yeah, intercoms were a big thing before cell phones. Every room, she said, was rid with cameras that he used to use to monitor his guests and victims alike. And she

writes to me though. The house's most unsettling design detail was a hidden back staircase whose banister was adorned with a series of carved eyeballs that stared at you as you grip them, climbing up or down. The message was clear, We're always watching you h And the dungeon was obviously where she described the worst depravity. These assaults, what Epstein called sessions, began with her massaging him, pinching his nipples, sucking his toes, and it ended with sex. But then

one day it became much more torturous. She writes, he'd begun to experiment with win and restraints and other instruments of torture. In session after session, he would play out various fantasies with me as the victim. I was gagged, hogtied. Epstein liked to put a black leather metal studded color around my neck that continued down my spine, where it attached to a chain that down my hands and feet

tightly together. The backbreaking contortion is This contraption forced upon me caused me so much pain that I prayed I would black out. When I did, I'd awaken to more abuse. Jesus, if this is true, and I don't know why she'd lie, well I know why she'd lie, but either way this is I can't but what I said yesterday, I wasn't

really picturing this kind of morbid shit. I foolishly thought that, you know, the guy wasn't having sex and like younger girls and all sorts of silly kinks for old man, like having his nipples pinch and his toes sucked, which is not on my menu. But you know, sex is sex for all different people. You do what you do, you like what you like. I watch videos where I

see these soy boy men. These I know they're liberal, I know they are, and their beautiful sexy wives are talking on Instagram or on podcasts saying he likes when I bring a man home. He gets off on watching a man have sex with me. And I look at him while I'm in the throes of ecstasy, and I know he's so happy. He's not happy. He wishes he could throw you a fuck like that guy's doing. He can't. I can't take this world. I really can't take it.

The whole level of craziness. I can't even imagine. My heart goes out to Vejinga Giffrey and other women who went through this, or other girls who went through this shit. But girls nowadays are insane again. I don't want to make this. I'm not blaming her, but how sex has pervaded women now with OnlyFans, especially Instagram that is showing semi nudity. Girls is saying things on Instagram, showing their

bodies in certain way the drive men crazy. But then you go to OnlyFans and you see what, Look, I'm gonna tell you something. I'm gonna be really honest, and this might get some of you like, hey, j well, look at what can I tell you. I'm on Instagram. There's plenty of pretty women in my algorithm, and sometimes they reach out to you, Hey, high, handsome, that kind of shit, and you know it's bullshit. But sometimes you go, hey, hi, how are you you? Just because you're bored, you're laying

on your back in bed TV stocks, Hey how are you? Hi? I really like your page? Whatever the fuck they say, And it always not always, but it eventually comes down to the girl wants you to help her with her OnlyFans page, shooting content for her. I said, first of all, I've never had this proposition to me. How old are you? Twenty one? I said, I got a daughter who was twenty one. This is not something I'd ever do. Why

you got to be careful. Well, I'm a nursing student in LA and I'm trying to make money as a typical SOB story, and you let them talk because i'm you know, oh really, Well, you live downtown by USC theyn't answer, because there's probably some fat fucking guy in some room with six other sweaty dudes. Make him believe that that girl, but I like to see where it goes. That's the reporter of me. So you live downtown by USC, no answer. I really like to have someone help me

out with my only fans and collab with me. The new word collab, I said, Honey, I'm too old and I wouldn't even know what to do. I'm not into, you know, watching a young twenty one year old girl get half naked. This is ridiculous. I can't do it. But I'm flattered that you asked me, knowing that it's all bullshit. I just want to say that, Well, if you go to my only Fans page, it's not expensive. They just want you, they want us. This is what some girls are like right now. It's crazy, and then

you block them and it's over and you go. But you learn a lesson, like well, I can't believe this is going on. This is what I call the work I do for my son. I'm getting ahead of the curve for him, like, hey, bro, this is what's out there. And I've told him, I'm like, look at this. Check do you believe to Dad? I know, I believe me. I go to high school. I know what girls alike. So I'm just telling you I'm doing surveillance ahead of time.

This is what you're going to walk into. Unbelievable either way. I don't want to shit on young women, but there are opportunities now that pertain to sexuality that women didn't have many years ago. Just think about it. We used to know, I don't know, twenty fifteen porn stars back in the day. I use the word star because they were porn stars. Seika Nylon Chambers, Barbara Dad, Christy Canyon. There was so many of them. Vanessa del Rio, all of us guys laid down on our back with one

hand and made ourselves happy to their images. Now it doesn't matter if you're an adult actress. It doesn't matter because America's got millions of young women who are just as sexy, if not sexier, and they're getting laid on their only Fans page and they're like, they're literally the girl next door. We don't need to see you at your makeup and the camera crew. That doesn't matter. Let's just get the girl lives around the corner who's letting the guy bang her from the back while she films it.

That is like real voyeuristic crazy shit that men were never able to see, and now it's everywhere. And that's what these women nowadays are looking to do, and they're making a lot of money. It's just crazy. I know we lament the fact that AI is going to take a lot of jobs away, but if you were an adult film actress and all of a sudden tens of thousands of regular chicks come out of the woodwork to take your job, oh my god. Either way, let me get back to Virginia's your frame in this book. I

don't believe she says anything about the fat dad. And this takes some of what I said yesterday into account. I don't think you know. Look, this chick would go home to her parents for months on end, and then she'd go back to Epstein's house of harras whenever he called her, and he called her over and over. She wasn't living with him. It's important you know that she was living with her parents, obviously because she was underage. But he would call her and if she wanted to

come and go with him, she would. Something is very steep about this story. Something is very stinky about the book. And I know it's not politically correct to say this, but why did she keep going back? It could have It couldn't have been just about the money. I'll tell you. One of my patrons sent me a text about this and let me see where is it. Well, here it is. I'm not going to say who it is, but she's a great patron for a long time. AJ My sister was five years older than me and we so were

her boyfriends. I remember smelling Aramis cologne for the first time, getting turned on. Blah blah blah. Okay because I talked about cologne yesterday. Okay. Recently I attended a lecture of five survivors of sex trafficking. They all talked about the grooming process and how for each one of them it

was different. The book I read told about one fourteen year old girl and how the son of their neighbor coorded her for his father slowly, and finally they got her to stay longer in parties, leading to five older men that she trusted who drugged and raped her and dideotaped it and blackmailed her into more. It all led down a very dark path of shame and control. I truly didn't understand this horror that too many girls get caught up in, and I thought, like you couldn't they

just walk away? Until I read a book Pearl at the Mailbox. Haven't read that, but I'll look into it. Pearl being the woman that recognized a frightened sex worker dropping off mail that was the only privilege this girl was allowed, and she offered to hide this girl away when she was ready. And eventually this girl was ready, and this woman saved her. A great story. Did Virginia Giuffrey need a woman like Pearl to come to the door.

I don't know. I just don't like it. She kept going back because she wasn't held captive at she as she has asserted in the past. And listen, I think the press is knowingly turning a blind eye to the fact that she was a happy and willing participant. I know that those terms are not going to land nicely

on a lot of you. Let's just say she was a participant, and probably, if you know anything about Epstein and Maxwell, probably she recruited more girls for them too, up until the point that you know, Epstein decided to knock her out of his rotation, took her off the gravy train. And then what do you do? You play victim to get some money. I know it's cold and callous to say it that way, but things go that way sometimes. And by the way, Virginia Tifray's sister or

brother and sister in law, you see them crying. They're all upset, saying they believe her story. Okay, where were they when this was happening? Where were her pairs parents? All about it? I finally saw a photo of Charlie Kirk's parents. Where the hell were they when they're Charlie kirk memorial slash fundraising events, slash pyrotechnics at Stravaganza was

going on. That's for a different show, But these people, in my opinion, are shedding crocodile tears because where were they when this seventeen year old girl, daughter, sister, sister in law, what have you? Was traveling a lover the world with a known pervert. Girls with normal lives and normal families don't do that. They normally don't fall into these traps. The parent of a girl who does this would try to get her out of this situation. They'd fight tooth and nail. And by the way, while I'm

at it, think about this. I've been a turm this for over thirty years. But just you don't have to be a journalist to think about this. Where are the other collaborations? Where are the other stories from the other victims? You don't have to use your names. Girls, just say what happened to you? I don't read any of them. If there were thousands of victims, as we're being told, where are their stories? You're telling me? Well, Harvey Weinstein was up against the wall. How many girls came out

of the woodwork? And who's coming out of the woodwork for one of the most disgusting, vile assholes in the world. Just Virginia Jifray. This isn't going away because the public knows we're not near the truth yet, that's the main thing. We're not near the truth. And now comes word from the woman who was Virginia Giffrey Ghostwrider she says she knows who's on Epstein's list. Oh my god, that is

a big statement. Let me say this, and this is where I'm gonna get into some things, and the show's gonna run long, but fuck it, it's important and I want you to know I think. Let me say this. Maybe it's because I'm from the old school of reporting. I learned from the old guard I learned from Pete Hamil and Jimmy Bresley. You know, I've told you two of the greatest reporters who ever lived. And I was lucky enough to work with my heroes during my days

in the newspaper world. I mean, one of the reasons why those men were so great at what they did and the reason for boys like me to grow up and want to sound just like them while we deliver the newspapers. What they're names in there, with their bylines there and sometimes their photos, it's because they attack stories from different angles. And yeah, I'm using the word attacked because that's what you have to do. Whenever you're approaching

a particularly juicy story. You need to know that the story can turn around and eat you up if you come at it from the wrong angle and That's what too many reporters do nowadays. When they're not reporting, when they're not doing their jobs, they eventually go out a story and it's from the wrong angle, or they're being told to go at it from the angle their editor

or publisher wants them to go on. And worse, they're going at the angle that they think they're fans and and and their political colleagues want them to go at it from. That's not the way you work as a reporter. Covering a big, juicy story is like walking into the ocean and and and and be mindful of the currents. I'm gonna tell you some good shit. Write this down because no one gives you shit like I do. No one. And I'm still arguing of people have seven dollars a month,

fucking twenty two cents a day. Don't get me started. Me mohile assholes again, eight fucking figures to talk nonsense about what guys they fucked. I can't take it. Fucking world's upside down. It really is, though, guys, It really is like walking into the ocean and you think you're fine because you know how deep the ocean is. Oh, you get it. You're on the beach. I know, I can see my feet, I can see the bottom, and

then a wave hits. In other words, waves come at you like facts do in a conversation or when you're going after a story, and depending upon what facts are coming at you, it's not unlike negotiating with the ocean. Stay with me. So you take a few steps further out. Now you're up to your waist. Now you're up to your chest, and before you know it, the ocean lifts you up and now you're paddling. It's all fun, your dog paddling. You're kind of flopping around the water. You

know how to swim. What's there to worry about? But then you're introduced to things you didn't see coming waves, white caps, currants, maybe a shark. Maybe your foot touched the bottom and you felt something hard startles you. Where am I? Now? You're trying to survive in the story you thought you were gonna write. Because when you go to the ocean, you think I'm gonna go out there and swimmer, huntre your hearts come back and you think you're gonna do that, But the ocean tells you what

you're gonna do. And when you're chasing stories. Stories tell you how to go about it. You have to be accepting. You know, you're trying to survive the story you thought you were gonna write, But you don't write the story. The story writes you. Oh my god, this is so deep. I hope you tape you and you got to keep this. It's too good. The point is this, Mike, if I die, make sure this this podcast is heard by everyone. It's

too good. Here's the point. When you're in over your head and the currents have you at their mercy, you got to learn to relax and stay calm. It's the hardest thing in the world, but you have to do it. You got to keep your eye on the shoreline. The shoreline is the story. Do you understand, and just stay parallel to the story, and eventually those currents should bring you back to the beach. But while you're out there, you gotta be ready. You got to be willing to

change your approach for the story. AJ this sounds so confusing. What about who? What? Whent there? But yet who? What? When? Where? Why? Is very important? But sometimes things command you that you can't grasp. Like Jimmy Breslin, Oh my god, he went to file a column on President Kennedy's death. It's a great story. He and let's say, thousands of other reporters across the world covering this assassination. All those other reporters, you know, wrote the basic story about the assassination and

how their country is in mourning, blah blah blah. Of course, naturally that is the story, just like it was with Charlie Kirk, except it's not the story. There's another Angleton story that'll make everybody sit up and read, Sit up and listen, sit up and admire. Jimmy Preslan and other great reporters like Pete Hamill learned to let the story write you. So what did Jimmy Preslan do? He drove to Arlington National Cemetery and talked up the man whose

job at was to dig our beloved president's grave. How fucking genius is that no one thought of it? And he wrote this story and it changed the trajectory of his career because, like I said, thousands of reporters were in Washington, d c. For this funeral, and Presla knew he couldn't perform the simplest act of this very simple business of reporting if it had to do with these

you know, this crowded circumstances of it all. So he went into the White House library lobby and he just began to think about the cemetery and he said to a colleague, I'm gonna go over to the cemetery and get the grave digger. He thought it was a great idea, and the rest of the press corps covered the whole elaborate, somber choreography of the funeral. Jimmy Bresler is talking to

the guy who dug Kennedy's grave. He's all alone. I used to work with another great, my favorite sports writer, Mike Lupika, who not only did I share a building with him, but they came a day where my column toward the front of the paper, let's say, page seven and bre and Lupig's sports column, which is probably at the end of the paper in the sports section, we were on the same truck, which means the page that's printed, whether it's page five and in other words, it's one page, right,

whatever's on page five, you also have page fifty seven. Let's say they're the same, and that runs through the printing press. And the day that my column and his column were on the same truck. Oh my god, I said, I fucking made it. I made it. Oh my god. I'm with Mike Lupika. So Lupiga was a hero, might as well work with him too, And Lupiga said that Jimmy gave a lot of credit to this story. To another old man do I work with At New York News,

they named Murray Kempton, phenomenal columnist. I worked with him when he was very old. But my god, was he great Murray. And the thing that Murray, Murray Kempton said was brilliant because back in the old days nineteen fifty six, the Yankees Don Larson pitched a perfect game in the World Series. Right, that means no hits, no walks, no errors. It's very very uncommon. He does this in the World Series against the pitcher named sal Madley, who was very good.

And Murray Kempton had the foresight to say, yeah, lost and pitched a great game, But could you imagine being Sal Madley guy pitched a game of his life and lost two to nothing. And that whole kind of pivot in the world of journalism changed journalism. And it's something I learned to do when I was a young sports writer the technique of you know you're reporting on a big story, get the point of view of a minor player, right, somebody who's an unexpected participant. And now they teach this

in journalism classes. You know, like I've said when I was a sports trener, go to the loser's locker room. That's where the stories are. The winners say the same shit. Every day. History is written by the winners. But let's talk to the losers. Heir's to the losers. Lift up the glasses, as Sinatra says. But people will always remember Jimmy Breslen's grave digger story. And the guy's name was Pollard, his last name was Pollard. He dug the grave for

Kennedy at Arlington National Cemetery. And before that, Jimmy Presden did a great story about being in the room where John Kennedy's body is trying to be resuscitated, all those crazy panic minutes, a surgeon sodging the president's heart even though he's dead, and jack Yannass is standing there watching it all. Tremendous story. It's Thanksgiving time. What do you

think Preslin does? He does this on Thanksgiving morning. He goes to the automat, which is a place in New York City where you put coins in a machine and you point to a sandwich that was already made, or a piece of apple pie. You hit the button and that would come down the chute. The food was already prepared. That was the automat. You bring it to a table

and you eat. It's gone, but it was great. And you know, he goes to the automat and he writes, really what he's thinking, that the city is in mourning or the country is in mourning. But he never says that. He just describes the lonely heart sitting in that automat that day on Thanksgiving, and he says otherwise there was a vacant day in the automat, which was right. Yesterday was a day meant to be vacant. It just he drips gold when he writes. So that became the Grave

Digger theory of journalism, and people follow it. Now. It's great love it. I'm not going to read the whole article of the Grave Digger, but I want to read you some paragraphs. So he wrote this kills me, He said, mister Pollard is forty two. He's a slim man with a mustache, who was born in Pittsburgh and served as a private in the three hundred and fifty second Engineers

Battalion in Burma in World War Two. He's an equipment operator of grade ten, which means he gets three dollars and one cent an hour and one of the last to serve. John Fitzgerald Kennedy, who was the thirty fifth president of the country, was a working man who earns three bucks and change an hour, and said it was an honor to give to dig the grave. Oh my god,

it sucker beautiful. And then the fact that he gets the exact amount of money the guy's making and what he did in World War Two, understanding what he did with his job was it's simple reporting. But it's beautiful. And then he says this, I can't. He's talking about

Jackie Onassis. Everybody watched her while she walked. She is the mother of two fatherless children, and she was walking into the history of this country because she was showing everybody who felt old and helpless and without hope, that she had this terrible strength that everybody needed so badly. Even though they had killed her husband and his blood ran out to her lap when he died, she could walk through the streets and to his grave and help

us all while she walked. There ain't no twenty dollars word in that paragraph. It's just ba ba ba ba bah. It's beautiful work. One more paragraph. Indulge me, and then I'll stop. The ceremonies began with jet planes roaring overhead and leaves falling from the sky. That image a the speed of a jet and the slow descent of a leaf. I can't On this hill behind the coffin, people prayed aloud. They were cameramen and writers and soldiers and secret service men,

and they were saying prayers out loud and choking. I don't think you understand to end a sentence with choking. It makes you want to know more. It makes you look, It makes you see the scene in front of the grave. Lyndon Johnson kept his head turned to his right. He is president and he had to remain composed. It was better that he did not look at the casket and grave of John Fitzgerald Kennedy too often. Then it was over, and black limousines rushed under the cemetery trees and out

onto the boulevard toward the White House. What time is it, a man standing on the hill was asked. He looked at his watch. Twenty minutes past three, and Clifton Pollard wasn't at the funeral. He was over behind the hill, digging grave at three bucks in one cent an hour in another section of the cemetery. He didn't know who the graves were for. He was just digging them and then covering them with boards. They'll be used, he told me,

we just don't know. When I tried to see the grave, but it was so crowded, a soldier told me I couldn't get through. So I just stay here and work, sir, But I'll get over there a little bit later, just sort of look around and see how it is. You know, Like I told you, sir, it's an honor man man. I could cry. It was such a different time, different men, different manners, class, intelligence, style, diligence, and the stubbornness to

stay real. There's very little of that nowadays. So whatever I can attack a story from a different angle, I do so because I think of what guys like Pete and Jimmy did. But this ghost writer, going back to the story, sorry, I took a large, huge twist and turning tangent. This ghost writer for Virginia Geufrey just foolishly told everyone that she knows who's on Epstein's list. She should have never said that, should have kept that a secret and maybe use it to advance her career dropping

tidbits here and there. Fuck ghostwriting. If you got that information, write your own book. But now I fear the assholes who want to make a quick buck are gonna swarm her. And worse than that, how does she not realize that dropping that kind of information is so dangerous at this point in the world. You guys, Right now, the world is on boil. You have to leave the kitchen and come back. The water's coming over, the top of the

pot is splashing on the range. And it's worse when it comes to the biggest story in the world, the Epstein List. It ain't going away. Millions of people seem to think if we only knew who was on his list, we somehow would all figure out a way to calm things down and go on and live our lives normally. No, no, trust me, the opposite is going to happen because the world, especially America and Washington, DC, would become a mighty churning dark ocean with twenty foot swells and currents that could

spin a tug boat like a paper cup. And if this ghostwriter was smart, she would never have mentioned that because she could have attacked the story from a different angle. Yeah, she could have kept her mouth shut, because in this day and age, information and data are king. And I'll tell you right now, she better be ready to handle the perfect storm that's coming her way, because now the Epstein list isn't the story today. She made herself the story.

I mean, I can see Jimmy or jb One as he called himself, hunched over his typewriter punching out letters like a lightning and filing a story that will resound like thunder. That was gold. Not afraid to say it, I madej Benz and I was your daily Unfiltered podcast for October twenty third, twenty twenty five. File it away, it's too good. Talk to this tomorrow.