The Trump Presidency Is Going Great

Thomas Massie, freshly fired by a Trump-backed primary challenger, is spending his lame-duck era doing something wildly off-brand for the modern GOP: demanding the Department of Justice actually investigate powerful men connected to Jeffrey Epstein. On the House floor, he name-drops billionaire Leon Black and illusionist David Copperfield as alleged Epstein co-conspirators, then blasts DOJ for still sitting on more than three million Epstein-related files nearly a year after Trump signed the so-called Epstein Transparency Act. Amazing how a law with “transparency” in the title produced … not much transparency.

Instead of the usual “thoughts and prayers” for survivors, Massie and a couple of Democrats are pushing an “Epstein Files Transparency Act II” to drag the fight into state courts and force disclosure. Meanwhile, House oversight chair James Comer is threatening Leon Black with contempt of Congress if he doesn’t show up and hand over documents, while Black’s lawyer Susan Estrich is yelling “political witch hunt” like it’s still 2018 and the only play in the Republican script. Black insists he just paid Epstein tens of millions for totally normal tax and estate-planning services and somehow didn’t notice the sex trafficking until 2019, despite knowing about his 2008 conviction involving a minor. Very relatable billionaire oversight.

Over in the sideshow tent, Alan Dershowitz is “working on a date” to testify, which is lawyer-speak for stalling until the subpoenas start to itch, and Copperfield’s team is pretending there’s no friendship to see here, despite old FBI documents describing a “clear connection” between him and Epstein. The White House, presiding over a DOJ that can’t seem to locate the ‘upload’ button for millions of files, has nothing to say. For a party that spent years screaming about deep-state coverups, the Trump-era Epstein transparency project is looking less like sunlight and more like a blackout that just happens to benefit the usual wealthy, well-connected creeps.

Jackson Lahmeyer, an Oklahoma pastor who founded Pastors for Trump, made it to a GOP runoff Tuesday night and then discovered the hard way that even in MAGA World there are limits to how many alleged flirty texts you can send to women who are not your wife while running as the Christian morality candidate. After a former Miss Oklahoma USA who worked on his campaign said he’d been sending her suggestive messages like “I enjoyed those lips,” Lahmeyer announced he was suspending his campaign so as not to be a “distraction” to his family, his church, and presumably the Lord’s very tired PR department.

Trump, who initially blessed Lahmeyer as a “MAGA warrior,” needed roughly 72 hours and a Daily Mail story to remember that publicly documented horny texting is supposed to be handled at the presidential level, not outsourced to down-ballot pastors. So he hopped on Truth Social to thank Lahmeyer for his “hard work under difficult circumstances” (translation: nice try, buddy) and instantly re-endorsed state Rep. Mark Tedford, declaring him an “America First Patriot” who is “Pro Trump and MAGA all the way!” The moral of the story: in this party, your sins are forgivable, but embarrassing the brand is not.

Lahmeyer tried the classic evangelical damage-control speedrun, insisting the texting “matter was already dealt with privately” with his wife, admitting he’d “crossed a boundary line,” and then blaming a “British Tabloid” and the “political establishment” for making more of it than it is. Shockingly, the establishment that allegedly fears his America First message somehow managed to weaponize his own written words, which he had lovingly preserved on his phone like a self-destruct button.

With Lahmeyer out, Trump’s new favorite, Tedford, is now gliding toward the nomination in a safely Republican district, while the incumbent Kevin Hern moves on to the Senate primary. The machine keeps humming: swap out one scandal-prone, culture-war pastor for a fresh face, slap on the MAGA label, and pretend the last guy was just a minor clerical error in God’s spreadsheet.

The MAGA talent pipeline has produced another star: Louisiana state senator and champion sharpshooter Blake Miguez, now running for Congress with Donald Trump’s coveted endorsement and a 2007 rape allegation that somehow never made it into the campaign brochure. The accusation was reported to police the same night it allegedly happened, complete with a rape kit and a detailed sheriff’s report, but mysteriously did not surface while Miguez rose through the Louisiana legislature writing bills to let 18-year-olds carry concealed weapons. Priorities.

Republican operatives quietly pulled the police report last summer, then sat on it while Miguez first flirted with a Senate run against Bill Cassidy and then pivoted to an open House seat. Once the story started leaking into the political bloodstream, the response from Team Miguez was not "here’s why this report is wrong" but "here’s an email from the accuser’s dad calling his own daughter a liar with a drug problem"—an email he sent after declining to even read the police report and after being contacted by a reporter. Truly the gold standard of exonerating evidence.

Conservative writer Matthew Foldi rushed in to portray the whole thing as a "Kavanaugh-esque smear," attacking the woman’s credibility by leaning hard on her arrest record and past protective orders, as if being abused before and after 2007 somehow proves you can’t be abused in 2007. Club for Growth, also backing Miguez, declared the claims "false" based on her supposed "long record of false claims" against multiple men, while declining to clarify whether anyone had actually known about — or cared about — the police report before they wrote the checks.

Meanwhile, the White House reportedly worries that Miguez "wasn’t fully vetted" or "wasn’t forthcoming" about the easily discoverable rape allegation. Because if there’s anything that might bother the Trump political machine, it’s not the pattern of elevating men with credible accusations of sexual misconduct — it’s failing to manage the optics properly. The party of "law and order" remains fully on board: the gun law stays, the endorsement stands, and the woman who went to the cops the night it happened is reduced to a talking point in a damage-control memo.

Well, well, well! It seems the flight logs of Jeffrey Epstein's *delightfully* shady jet have uncovered President Trump’s *family vacation* in 1994 – right there with his then-wife Marla and baby Tiffany, blissfully unaware of the swirling allegations of extreme misconduct surrounding their then-jet-setting companion. What a *coincidence*! It’s almost like the man who’s been close to enough predators to start his own zoo couldn't see the red flags waving like mad during that scenic flight from Palm Beach to Washington D.C.! Meanwhile, Attorney General Pam Bondi, *ever the vigilant overseer*, is busy playing a game of ‘Where’s Waldo’ with Epstein’s documents, effectively confirming that nobody in law enforcement seems to give a damn about pesky things like accountability or justice. If anything screams 'America's political circus', it’s a former president dancing on the stage of scandal while the public’s left to squint at the headlines like they’re trying to read tea leaves from a mug of cold coffee. Yep, just your average Tuesday in the bizarre tale of American politics. *Cheers to that!*

In an absolutely *ludicrous* display of justice, influencer parasites Andrew and Tristan Tate, freshly charged with human trafficking, are greeted like conquering heroes upon their return to the U.S. The Romanian authorities, clearly *concerned* about due process, decided to lift travel restrictions, leaving us to wonder if they consulted a magic 8-ball on the decision. Andrew insists they’re *misunderstood* – sure, and so was the Titanic when it sank, right? Meanwhile, Florida's Attorney General plans a half-hearted inquiry, because why not? Let’s just roll the dice on the *alleged* human rights violations while these clowns continue to peddle their misogynist drivel online. It's a *shameful* day for justice that sends the clear message: in America, the rich and infamous can always outpace accountability!