Last week, President Donald J. Trump dropped a line that shook the whole system:
âI donât know why everybody wants to talk about Epstein. Thatâs old news. Letâs talk about Obama.â
And just like that, every last one of them with Trump Derangement Syndrome (TDS) lost their minds:
âWait! Why doesnât he want us looking at the Epstein files?! That must mean heâs hiding something! Quick â open them! File injunctions! Get court orders!â
What they didnât realize wasâŠ
đ» Trump was playing them like a fiddle.
Just like in Devil Went Down to Georgia, he brought the golden strings â and they danced to his beat.
Even seasoned judges like Judge Boasberg in Florida are sitting back saying:
âDonât fall for it, you numbskulls. Heâs baiting you.â
And bait them he did.
Now even the same media outlets and pundits who covered for Epstein for years are suddenly screaming to open the files â all because Trump told them not to. That wasnât hesitation. That was reverse psychology 101.
đïž Honestly, this is better than watching the old classic Road Runner cartoons.
You know the bit â the Coyoteâs chasing the Road Runner, proud and confident, lugging a backpack full of ACME nonsenseâŠ
Then in the blink of an eye, everything flips.
The Road Runnerâs chasing him now.
Eyes wide. Legs spinning.
And before the Coyote knows what hit him â heâs off that damn cliff again.
Only this time, the Road Runner doesnât just stop and smirk.
He chases the Coyote clean off the edge, hauling a massive steel mandrel, forged just to hammer out the truth.
Thatâs Trump right now â smiling, silent, and chasing them straight into the canyon with a sledgehammer in hand.
And something tells meâŠ
đŁ If you took Trump fishing, youâd lose your rod, your bait, your cooler, and your boat â
âŠand heâd still offer you a ride home.
Hi. This is Brent Wiewel. Reporting the news as I know it. Follow me for the rest of the story.

