For now, it’s just an accusation of being a serial rapist.
We’re not quite at “You can’t handle the truth!” yet but we’re getting there.
What are “best friends” for, after all?
Now, they share an experience of legal trouble around their exploits.
And Jay Clayton gets to be called “Mr. Chairman” again.
Anthony Scaramucci’s gonna fix the place right up, just like he did for the White House Communications Office.
It’s a surprisingly tough job, but someone’s got to do it.
He did do twice as much not wrong as previously reported, and is almost 70, so…
The A.G.’s old colleague Alex Acosta definitely could have done a better job with the whole thing.
And they’ve seen him rap and eat.
It could have happened to any political leader or captain of industry, if you think about it.
And there’s no end in sight to the torrents of Epstein-related ink.
Definitely nothing to worry about, dear limited partners!
Apologies to the Virgin Islands authorities, but in spite of the shared last name, he’s got no idea where to find him.
Denise George has some questions (and document requests) for the billionaire.
Turns out no one’s born with the moniker “RELATIONSHIP MANAGER-1.”
Maybe next time listen to those voices asking, “Is it a good idea to do business with a sex offender?”
You might think they’re not related issues, but to Edward Bramson it’s like the big reveal in the DaVinci Code, a book I have not read.
They’d like to know if he improperly kept his underwear on in his disclosures to them.
Not that his retirement has anything to do with the dead pedophile, of course.
Answer: How all Dartmouth men eat.