Sunday Strip

I was deeply saddened to hear of the passing of Virginia Giuffre in Neergabby, Western Australia, supposedly due to suicide. The Jeffrey Epstein/Ghislane Maxwell victim had been saying some strange things in recent weeks and the reports were curiously conflicting.

First, supposedly the car she was travelling in as a passenger was hit by a school bus in late March, which she claimed was going 110 KM an hour when it side swiped the vehicle (when would a school bus EVER be going 70 miles an hour, by the way?). Based on something uploaded to X which I can’t independantly verify, the bus would have hit on the passengers side when it was making a right turn, so that would have been a main point of impact with where she was sitting (I think). Help me out here Aussies: do you drive cars on the right side of the road or the left?

Virginia then made cryptic remarks online in early April about being done here, showing bruises all over her face in a hospital bed, and claiming that doctors gave her four days to live. The police came back with reports that either the accident was minor and that nobody needed assistance or that although medical help was requested, they had no one available to help. She had clear injuries pictured from somewhere, which was claimed to be renal failure but which doctors said had been exaggerated. So she’s an overdramatic victim and there’s nothing to see here folks!

So then she lives through this hospital/bus ordeal, and is released from the hospital. Then Virginia Giuffre apparently dies by suicide in her home a few weeks later, in a rental farmhouse in the tiny town (population 300 or so) of Neergabby. She had apparently been living there for the last several months or maybe year or more following her “messy” (near???) divorce from her husband, Robert Giuffre, who she had been married to for 22 years. She mentioned wanting to see her three children, who she was apparently barred from visiting due to allegations of violence/domestic abuse. She supposedly had a family court visit on April 9 over this.

The cops ruled her death as victim unresponsive/no foul play suspected. I hazard to ask how did she die? To commit suicide one must inflict some serious harm on their body. So did she shoot herself in the head (or perhaps in the back of her head, twice just to make sure?)? Did she take some poison pills, or slit her wrists or throat, or hang herself? I mean she did die of some physical cause, didn’t she? Or what if it was just the heart attack gun (probably now EMF) at play? And if it was that, why would the family and police be so sure it was suicide? Wouldn’t they want to wait for toxicology/autopsy in that case?

The family has released a statement that though Giuffre’s death by suicide is sad and tragic, well she was going through a lot of ordeals that ultimately took their toll on her. The timing seems odd, what with the undisclosed settlement with Prince Andrew in 2022. They sure seem pretty quick to jump on the suicide bandwagon, to a suspicious degree, no less. I mean the soon to be ex husband who would be getting a lot of the payola from undisclosed but rumoured to be tens of millions of dollar settlements with Prince Andrew and Lady Ghislane might have reasons to want his wife dead.

To an honest Columbo esque detective hubby would be suspect number one. That’s not saying that he did it, but automatically ruling out his involvement seems suspicious. Of course the cover up is much bigger here. And it is true that the damage done to victims of childhood sexual abuse is lifelong and lasting, sometimes to the point of even driving them to suicide. I still wonder who was driving that car, or bus, as it were.

Epstein is far from the only one of his type, he is simply the best known. Perhaps this is because he ran in circles that showed that these type of sexual blackmail operations went all the way to the top. Due to my own personal experience I have a strong suspicion that these things exist in almost every town and city behind closed doors.

I’ve tried my best to piece together the whole story as I know it in this case.

Virginia Giuffre (nee Virginia Roberts) was born on August 9, 1983 in Sacramento, California. When she was four years old her parents moved to Florida and later divorced. She claimed she was sexually molested by a friend of the family beginning when she was 7, and subsequently ran away from home, After stints in foster care, more runaway/homeless episodes, and further victimization she reunited with her father as a teenager, who was by then working as a golf caddie at Donald Trump’s Mar A Lago Resort. Her Dad was able to secure her a job as a spa attendant at 16, where young Virginia then met Ghislane Maxwell. She was offered a job as a masseuse for Epstein.

Virginia Giuffre basically hits on every one of the childhood sexual victims checklist: parental absence or divorce/early sexual victimization/time spent in foster care opens the door for further victimhood. Government care of children not only doesn’t save them, it makes them something like six times more likely to be sexually abused than if they were kept with their problematic biological families. This is based on a study in which a backlog in the foster care system caused some families under investigation to be kept with their children while others were randomly removed and put into government care. So it was an apples to apples comparison of families already under investigation.

Which makes sense if you think about it:

Giuffre proceeded to be passed around like a toy with the best known clients she identified as Prince Andrew and lawyer Alan Dershowitz (who later represented Epstein as defense: no conflict of interest there!). Settlements were paid quietly behind closed doors, with the accused defending their innocence and quietly claiming that the victims were simply money grubbing hustlers. I think Giuffre came to the forefront precisely because she did not, at least in interviews that I saw, go as deep as some other victims have.

She didn’t talk about Satanic rituals or sacrifice of children or breeding programs for future victims. She didn’t seem to wonder how so many attractive young girls/women came and went through Epstein’s doors with so relatively few being accounted for in the end. She was an older teenager, barely below legal age, which gave the impression that these encounters, if they happened at all, might have been thought to be barely legal and consensual rather than clear cut examples of adults abusing children. In other words they were just whores doing what whores are supposed to do.

She was I suppose a safe representative of something which hinted at much deeper darker things, but those things could be swept under the rug by many viewers. Virginia Giuffre flew around the world on Epstein’s dole and ended up in Thailand at age 19 at a Chiang Mai massage school where she was instructed by Epstein to bring back a certain girl. Instead she met her husband Robert Giuffre, an Australian martial arts instructor. In a whirlwind courtship they married just 10 days later. She contacted Epstein and said the deal was off.

That would probably be the last heard from Epstein victim number 102 until federal investigators contacted her. She claimed in an interview that after the birth of her daughter she wanted her story to be told to stand up for victims.

All of her actions seem reasonable to me based on her circumstances. May she rest in peace.

Yesterday morning I had a conversation with my girls, but mostly with my younger daughter, Eliza.

“I had a dream about you.” I explained. “In it I came to see you and you looked so different! There were tattoos everywhere and I was like are those real or temporary? And you were like Mom I have these great new friends and I don’t need you anymore!”

Jasmine laughed then. “Mom do you really need to understand what this dream means?”

“No! But Eliza was looking so grown up.”

“Well Mom you haven’t seen me in forever.” Eliza retorted. “I’ve spent like 75% of my life without you!”

“That’s extreme. And Jasmine might have a bigger complaint.”

“No. She doesn’t.”

I sighed. “All right Eliza. When I say that you were looking so grown up, I don’t mean that you looked like you were grown up. You looked your same age as you do now, so like 12 just as I saw you in February. But you were wearing all of this makeup and this sexy dress and you had tattoos all over your body like you were trying to be grown up.”

“Wait I had tattoos? Why would I get tattoos?”

”I have no idea! In the dream you said you had all these great new friends and you didn’t need me anymore! But why did you have a tattoo of a butterfly on your forehead?”

“Mom. I am not like getting tattoos.”

Virginia Giuffre’s charity was called SOAR, for Speak Out, Act, Reclaim. This was their logo.

To victims everywhere.

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