Look at what he scribbles on the blackboard, a naked girl and him ogling her. Like most people would scribble a sun, a :3 face, or even a penis if they were cheeky but no this fucking guy is just that obsessed. Like it kind of stumps me what other “intellectuals” saw in him, outside of his sex freak shit he types like a boomer dullard in his emails and I can’t see him wowing anyone with his intelligence.

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    I imagine the “intellectuals”(hypothetically not looking for children) would talk to someone connected and ask to be put in touch with someone who can help get some shady financing. Then you’re talking to this kinda fuddy guy who says he’ll get you that money if you come to his party and bingo bongo bango you’re blackmailed

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      I think you might be overestimating the difficulty of getting an intellectual at your party. A lot of cases involving non-household names surely boiled down to the intellectual having no competing plans.

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      I do wonder how many people went to his island for a “party” only to get implicated later. Though I notice none of the people whose photos are being made public are trying to argue that angle (and a lot of those photos are taken after he was already a known pedophile) so it’s probably very few, if any at all.

      I’m surprised none of them have tried to take that angle, trying to push the “I didn’t know what he got up to in private” thing and just feigning ignorance.

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        I think it’s probably that everything was way too out in the open. Like you get on his plane and you’re greeted by little kids with no parents offering you massages, you disembark on his island and there are cameras everywhere watching like Bill Clinton and some random celebrity chatting up the same twelve year old. Like the moment you make the decision to step onto the plane instead of immediately turning around and calling the cops, you’re irrevocably in the club and there’s no amount of denial that would ever hold up to scrutiny.