Jeffrey the Spook (part one)
Don't confuse proximity to intelligence circles with being an actual intelligence officer, or an agent. An entremetteur, a fixer is merely a disposable asset.
Nothing fuels wild fantasies or drapes someone in an air of impenetrable mystery quite like hinting at deep ties to intelligence agencies—entities that will never confirm or deny anything when asked.
This is an old ploy: let people assume you’re an insider, or better yet, one of the architects of secrecy itself. Listen to our interview with Richard B. Spence, the historian of espionage and secret societies.
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Is Jeffrey Epstein the new Sidney Reilly— the adventurer lionized by the British as the “Ace of Spies” while most probably doubling as a Soviet spy after WWI?
French mainstream and independent media alike dove headfirst into the millions of released Epstein documents without spotting the obvious trap. Lacking the sources and the resources for nuanced analysis, they hardly unpack what the Epstein affair really is—and it will take years to fully disentangle. So they default to the only thing that drives clicks: a witch hunt fueled by rumors, conjecture, and speculations. That’s not journalism; it’s noise.
The sexual exploitation of minors—the sordid, criminal but ultimately peripheral dimension of Epstein’s operation—involved people mostly known for years. The girls? Epstein simply shared his depravities with those who shared them. The victims were one “service” among many he offered his rich and powerful “friends”.
According to our sources, Epstein never engaged in outright blackmail. Had he tried, he would have been immediately shunned—or worse—because some of the people in his orbit were genuinely dangerous. Consider the suspicious deaths trailing the Clintons.
Vince Foster, Hillary Clinton’s former boss at Rose Law Firm, deputy White House counsel and keeper of secrets during Bill’s rise from Arkansas to the presidency, “suicided” in 1993.
Or Mark Middleton, Clinton’s first-term special assistant who arranged at least 17 meetings between the president and Epstein from 1993 to 1995. In 2022, Middleton was found in a park, hanged from a tree with an extension cord and a shotgun blast to the chest—the weapon lying over 30 feet away. Official ruling: suicide.
Epstein’s recordings? Trophies for gauging his own influence and reliving his perversions, our sources insist—not leverage tools.
We don’t claim to hold absolute truth, but we do have access to knowledgeable sources across Europe, the U.S., and the Middle East. Their input allows us to state with low risk of error: the Epstein case was not blackmail in the conventional sense, and certainly not espionage.
Jeffrey Epstein was never an asset or agent for any intelligence service. He distributed favors here too as fitted his own interests. From the early 1980s he moved in circles adjacent to intelligence, especially Israeli and U.S. ones, handling financial infrastructure for arms deals, hiding and laundering money. This likely explains how, by the late 1980s/early 1990s, he “seduced” Leslie Wexner—the L Brands magnate (Victoria’s Secret, Abercrombie & Fitch etc.) and obsessive Israel supporter—who gave Epstein full power of attorney, making him a CEO by proxy and catapulted him into America’s elite circles, a world Epstein had never belonged to before.
The myth of a grand spy-blackmail ring is seductive, but the reality is more banal, more networked, and far uglier: a fixer who monetized access through vice, favors, and proximity to power—until the machine he fed turned on him.
