PrudentRegret wrote: ↑Tue Feb 03, 2026 4:59 pm
Imagine if someone, in 40 years, says "I was at Epstein Island and I have kept my story silent but now I want to tell it- Epstein captured me and subjected me to medical experiments, to change the color of my eyes. I was selected to be turned into a lampshade but he changed his mind and decided to exterminate me, but by some miracle I escaped."
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It puts into context the
particular unreliability of witness testimony after some event has become an international media sensation, and how mainstream historians are not nearly critical enough of every single testimony that appears after "The Holocaust" became a worldwide story, in many cases decades after the fact.
Who says we can't start doing this now? We're not going to get an Epstein Claims Conference by waiting 40 years. Swiss banks need to start paying us now.
I was a victim of Epstein. My eyewitness statement is below.
I was also at the
Las Vegas shooting in 2012, where the Jason Aldean Orchestra drowned out the shooting of approximately 2 million people.
Three Years on Epstein Island
It happened on March 23, 1998, just after the Vietnam War ended. I was captured outside of my house at the Atlantic coast in South Dakota. Epstein and a group of Mossadschärführers marched us to the Umschlagplatz, where we were sorted. Epstein and his dog Barghislane were jealous of my beauty, so I was selected to go to the island and meet my death. Those not selected were instead sent to the island to be killed.
They forced us onto planes and ships. After a three-week journey by plane, we finally arrived at Epstein Island.
There were hundreds of dead bodies covering the beach. I managed to mingle among a group of workers, dragging dead bodies to the ocean. Each one we threw into the ocean just washed up on shore again. We were mercilessly beaten by the Mossadschärführers. It was only then that we knew we would be killed if we did not obey.
Everyone I met was killed at the end of the day. Only I miraculously survived.
The Gatesschärführers' propensity for violence knew no bounds. I grew apathetic. The island was surrounded by a 3-meter tall fence and anti-tank ditches. There was no escape.
One time, a plane was forced to circle the island all night, as no planes could land at night. When it landed 12 hours later, all of the people were dead. Then the survivors were marched into the square. They were given a speech by Epstein, accompanied by his dog Barghislane. They were told everything was according to plan. Some of them applauded and invested in Epstein's hedge fund.
None of them knew they had only moments to live. They were mercilessly beaten by the Mossadschärführers as they marched into the temple. Once there, they handed over their valuables and were given a ticket. I myself cut their hair. We were all crawling with vermin. We tried telling them they were on their way to their deaths, but they couldn't understand us. There was no point anyway. The golden dream of freedom for the caged bird would end soon.
Because of my beauty and intelligence, I was forced to build the death chamber itself. I don't know how people were killed, but I was told there was an almost imperceptible scent of chlorine surrounding it. All I know is that it was the size of 56 Olympic football stadiums. I measured and built it myself.
I can never forget it. I see it even now. Was it a dream? I have nightmares about it every night. But no, it was true. I will never forget a single detail about it.
In a seven-story pile of chlorine barrels covered with rats and lice, I decided to hide. I spent all day there. It was next to the latrine, and the Clintonmeister found me. He turned me over to the Mossadschärführers, and I was mercilessly beaten.
One of them shot me in the head, but the bullet was stopped by the scriptures I always wore under my hat. It was no use. Epstein Island was the refutation of the New Testament. I miraculously survived again and went back to work.
It was only then that I became aware they were going to kill me after I completed the new temple, which was three times larger than the old death house. I decided I had to escape. I had been in Epstein Island for nearly sixteen hours.
We had dragged approximately 3.5 million corpses into the sea during my eight month imprisonment there. The cruel efficiency of Epstein and his dog Barghislane made this possible. Later, I heard that all the corpses were recovered from the sea and burned. I saw the large bonfire this created. The sand gathered from the beach was especially flammable. Not a single trace remains of my brothers and my nation that were burned in the waters of Epstein Island.
When no one was looking, I was able to sneak over the barbed wire fence in the ocean, jumping over it through the water and landing on the other side. I found a surfboard from one of the people who had died. I spent the next 6 months living on the surfboard, which I called "Lalka," meaning "The Board."
For nearly 10 months on the surfboard, I ate only moldy Christmas trees floating in the ocean, as well as moldy horse sausage, a "special delicacy" I had saved from my time at Epstein Island. Everyone else who escaped on surfboards would only eat 200 grams of moldy dirt and saltwater they told us was "coffee."
I surfed back to Canada to tell the world my story, but no one would listen. I could only write it now, in 2026, when there was an opportunity for financial compensation for my suffering. I was the only survivor.
This is my 100% true and accurate testimony, and why I deserve $1 million per month from the Epstein Victims Claims Conference and white Christians.
I can tell you nothing else. It is too painful for me.
I was also at the Charlie Kirk shooting.