This week in the saga

Wednesday morning he names it: the Jeffrey Epstein Hoax, invented by the same people who invented everything else, and his past supporters have bought into it hook, line and sinker. He does not want their support any more. Seven hours later he is talking about cane sugar in Coke. Friday the newspaper prints a birthday letter it says he wrote, and the week turns into the thing he is best at — two in the morning, no lawyers awake, and a post that says the words are not his, that he does not draw pictures, and that he told the owner it was a scam before they ran it. By Friday night the suit is filed against the paper, its owners and its authors, and he is looking forward to the depositions. Saturday he asks the Justice Department to unseal the grand jury testimony, and adds, in the same paragraph, that nothing will ever be enough for them: it will always be more, more, more. He is right about that. The files do not close for the rest of the volume.