Michael Cohen - Epstein's Birthday Book Exposes Elite Horror

If Jeffrey Epstein’s so-called “birthday book” had been produced by Comedy Central, it would’ve been billed as the filthiest roast in history—except the jokes weren’t funny or written by comics. They were written by presidents, lawyers, and billionaires who should’ve known better. Instead of Nikki Glaser poking fun at a movie star, we’ve got Ghislaine Maxwell compiling 238 pages of “tributes” to a sex trafficker, each dripping with innuendo, misogyny, and in some cases, outright depravity.

Take Johnny Boy Kafka, one of Epstein’s circle of grotesques, who thought it was hilarious to start his letter by describing, in pornographic detail, the sex act between Epstein’s parents that “created” him. Not metaphor, not veiled wordplay, but an actual graphic account—as if writing a blue movie script about conception was somehow birthday-card material. This wasn’t roasting; it was reveling in vulgarity, flaunting Epstein’s depravity as if the abuse were part of the punchline. Kafka’s bile sets the tone for a scrapbook that reads less like a celebration and more like a confessional booth where predators winked at each other in code.

And then there’s Alan Dershowitz. Ever desperate to prove himself the court jester of Epstein’s inner circle, Dershowitz went the extra mile. His apparent typed note bragged that he had obtained an early version of Vanity Unfair and “talked them into changing the focus from you to Bill Clinton.” Attached was a mock cover he cobbled together, complete with fake headlines like “Al-Qaeda in South America financed by Epstein?” and “Jeffrey Epstein’s Bloody Summer.” That’s not clever—that’s grotesque. Imagine a Harvard law professor, a man who never met a camera he didn’t love, spending his time joking about terrorism and blood-soaked summers with a convicted pedophile. Dershowitz now claims he doesn’t “recall” what he wrote. Convenient. The survivors remember all too well—and they don’t have the luxury of rewriting their history as parody.

Bill Clinton’s contribution was vanilla by comparison: a simple “Happy 50th” that looks like it belongs in an office break room card. His team insists he cut ties with Epstein long before 2019. Maybe. But there it sits, his name in black and white, a reminder that Epstein’s Rolodex reached the highest levels of power.

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