Yesterday’s Rose Endures in Its Name, We Hold Empty Names

Reporter: Do you intend to provide proof that these were narco terrorists?

Trump: We have proof. All you have to do is look at the cargo that was scattered all over the ocean. We have recorded evidence they were leaving.. pic.twitter.com/USHKUR1Ka5

— Acyn (@Acyn) September 15, 2025

My first thought: they've killed again to distract us.

And then - probably because it's getting to be my favorite cold, dark time of year - my mind drifted toward The Name of the Rose:

All three died because of a book which kills...or for which men will kill.  I therefore urge you to grant me access to the library.

Or as written in Eco's tome:

“[A] series of crimes was committed to prevent many from discovering something that it was considered undesirable for them to discover. Now all those who knew something of the library’s secrets, whether rightly or through trickery, are dead. Only one person remains: yourself.” 

“Do you wish to insinuate . . . you wish to insinuate . . .” the abbot said. 

“Do not misunderstand me,” said William, who probably had indeed wished to insinuate. “I say there is someone who knows and wants no one else to know. As the last to know, you could be the next victim. Unless you tell me what you know about that forbidden book, and, especially, who in the abbey might know what you know, and perhaps more, about the library.”

In conclusion: #ReleaseTheEpsteinFiles.

PS - How peaceful life would be without such silly, tenuous connections. How safe. How tranquil. And how dull.