Column By Mike Bibb
After wrangling back and for months to finally compel the Department of Justice to release all the information it had accumulated on pedophile and child sex trafficker Jeffery Epstein over the years, the House and Senate voted on Tuesday, Nov. 18, 2025, to pass a bill of approval and move it on to President Trump for finalizing signature — (see “Congress moves to unseal Epstein files,” Cronkite News, The Gila Herald, Nov. 19, 2025)
The House passed the bill by a 427 “Yea” to 1 “Nay” Republican vote.
The Senate followed with a “Unanimous Consent Bill,” meaning a voice vote wasn’t taken, but a unanimous decision approved the bill.
Sort of a political game whereby no Senator is actually named, but the bill can be approved by unanimous consent via the Speaker. As a result, a Senator can report factually that they didn’t vote for the bill one way or the other; they only gave “consent” to its passage.
Kind of like saying “I like hot dogs, but usually not before lunch. But off the record, I’ll eat one if everyone else does.”
This entire Epstein saga has been one drug-out convoluted misstep after another — for years. Dating back a few decades, right up until the moment he allegedly committed suicide in a New York City jail while under protective custody in August 2019.
Why? What was so crucial about Jeff Epstein’s lifestyle that’s became involved in a couple of Federal Department of Justice — both Democratic and Republican — and finally reached a crescendo during Trump’s second term?
Reminiscent of an old Hollywood film, the primary theme seems to involve sex, lies, videotape, and lots of well-known customers handing over bundles of money to participate in exciting forbidden activities.
There’s more. A small island in the U.S. Virgin Islands and a central New Mexico desert ranch — where the fantasies were staged with underage girls, procured by Jeffery and some of his associates — were often the centers of attractions in luring cash-paying customers.
And, a private jet to ferry clients and thrill seekers to these high-dollar dens of pleasure.
Apparently, Epstein had plenty of wealthy friends from all walks of life and political persuasions.
However, everyone wished to remain elusive from the media and investigative agencies. Having fun is one thing; being publicly exposed for doing it is quite another. Especially if a person involved is influential in business, social, academic, or political circles.
Folks might get the wrong idea about what goes on in these places. After all, it’s not a painting of the Mona Lisa hanging in one of Jeff’s homes — it’s Bill Clinton, lounging in a blue dress with red heels and pointing an accusatory finger; as if reminding visiting patrons, “I’m no more guilty than you are.”
Bill was also the 42nd President of the United States before becoming the inspiration for an artist’s rendering of one of the world’s most distinguished cross-dressers.
Alright, that’s the basic plot of the story. The obvious question is, why would nearly every member of Congress vote to insist that all this sordid information be made public? There has to be some suspicion that a few present and former Democrat and Republican government employees, as well as prominent business individuals, may be included in the documents.
Exposing victims of the sexual corruption of certain rich dudes is a noble effort, but I’m not sure this was the primary goal of those seeking exposure of the villains.
Possibly, Dems believe it could be a clever way to snag famous Republicans, principally Donald Trump, then they may be foolishly stumbling into a trap of their own making.
If that’s the case, go for it. But remember, be careful what you wish for.
On the other hand, Democrats could always blame Trump if their plan backfires. After all, if he’s a King — as they insist — he should be able to fix the problem.
If not, he really must be Hitler 2.0 or some other Devil in disguise. The Dems’ misguided aspirations certainly couldn’t be blamed on their own ridiculous blunders!
The opinions expressed in this editorial are those of the author.
