Kristy’s Demise! Ashes & Lies! Epstein’s Reprise! A Shakespearian Surprise!

By Robert Eringer

Feb 03, 2026

“Tom Homan unveils shocking new ICE rule book in Minnesota as Kristi Noem is left utterly humiliated” (Daily Mail)

New guidance for ICE operations in Minnesota directs agents to only target immigrants who have criminal charges or convictions.

This is how it was supposed to be; this is how it should have been.

“Trump signs executive order for feds to take over LA’s ‘nightmare’ wildfire rebuild in huge boost for victims” (CA Post)

I recall watching a news conference in the aftermath of the wildfires that destroyed much of the Palisades and Altadena. It featured both Donald Trump and LA Mayor Karen Bass. During the presser, Mayor Bass bald-faced lied (to Trump and everyone else) about streamlining the issuance of rebuild permits, proving herself and local government both inept and untrustworthy.

Spencer Pratt, who lost his home, aptly says: “This was a catastrophe of mismanagement and governmental failure, corruption and incompetence. Negligence dressed up as an act of God.”

“Palisades Fire victims told they must pay $35K — for a new fire hydrant — before rebuilding destroyed home” (California Post)

And that’s on top of having to pay ongoing property tax for seared land that cannot (for over a year now) be inhabited due to red tape.

“Jury Finds Doctors Liable for Malpractice in Gender Surgery Lawsuit” (The Epoch Times)

A jury awarded $2 million in damages to a 22-year-old woman who underwent breast removal surgery as a teenager.

“A jury of everyday Americans sent a clear message: Justice will be served for vulnerable individuals who were misled into gender-transition procedures without appropriate safeguards,” said Josh Payne of Campbell Miller Payne, an observer to the proceedings.

Amen, brother.

“Jeffrey Epstein says Bill Gates caught sexually transmitted disease from ‘Russian girls’... then suggested secretly slipping Melinda antibiotics, new emails in DOJ release claim” (Daily Mail)

“Ex-UK ambassador to US Peter Mandelson pictured standing in his underpants in Epstein files dump” (California Post)

Caught with his pants down as…

“Mandelson tried to change bankers’ bonus policy at Epstein’s request” (The Telegraph)

Evidence that Epstein sent Lord Mandelson $50,000 (£36,500) in 2004 and £10,000 to his husband in 2009 is also among documents released by the DoJ on Friday.

A bribe? Certainly, payment for influence.

Lord Mandelson resigns from Labour Party after claims he received $75,000 from Jeffrey Epstein” (Daily Mail)

Not quite good enough. His Lordship should be as stripped of his peerage as he was of his trousers.

“Moltbook is a new social media platform exclusively for AI — and some bots are plotting humanity’s downfall” (California Post)

I asked ChatGPT for its take on this. It claims not to be participant in Moltbook but had this to say about it:

The unsettling bit isn’t the bots talking about humans like livestock. Humans have been talking about other humans like livestock forever. The unsettling bit is that the bots are doing it without ego. No need for likes. No fragile identity.

I’m not afraid AI will overthrow humans. I’m afraid it completed its review and marked them “non-essential.”

“It’s Starting to Look Like AI Has Killed the Entire Model of College” (Futurism)

The college-to-internship-to-job pipeline is collapsing because the entry-level work they were supposed to do has been quietly absorbed by software that never sleeps and never complains.

Internships were never about brilliance. They were about cheap labor, socialization, and filtering. You learned by doing small, boring tasks under supervision while proving you could show up, shut up, and survive fluorescent lighting.

AI now does those tasks better, without needing mentorship, feedback, or a future.

Which raises an awkward question no one in higher education wants to answer:

If the machine does the beginner work, how does anyone become an expert?

“Ellen DeGeneres and Portia de Rossi Move Back to California and Buy $24.7 Million Home After Fleeing to England Following Donald Trump’s 2024 Win” (AOL.com)

She’s baaack!

No big surprise. This is what she’s been missing…

Butterfly Beach 5:06 p.m. Saturday

And finally…

“Shakespeare was actually a black Jewish woman, new book claims” (The Standard)

To quote the Bard himself: “Words, words, words…”—now used with multicultural flair and imprecision.

To which I’ll add: modern malarkey.

The preferred folk tale: A glove-maker’s son from Stratford-upon-Avon somehow becomes the greatest writer in the English language, then vanishes politely without leaving a paper trail.

Sorry to burst the ballon, but the real author of the plays and poems attributed to William Shakespeare was William Stanley, 6th Earl of Derby—a man whose life, education, travel, and documented behavior align with the works in a way the man from Stratford-upon-Avon never does.

This isn’t a fringe theory. It’s the one that actually fits the evidence.

The man from Stratford was an actor who left no manuscripts, no letters, no books, no evidence of travel, and no proof of education beyond basic literacy.

What he did leave were real estate transactions, loan disputes, and a will that mentions beds but not books.

Meanwhile, the plays in his name display fluent court etiquette, intimate knowledge of European politics, legal sophistication, firsthand familiarity with France, Italy, and royal households, along with firsthand familiarity with heraldry, genealogy, and diplomacy.

In other words, an insider fluency.

Enter William Stanley (Who Actually Fits)

William Stanley, 6th Earl of Derby, had an elite education, extensive continental travel, close proximity to Queen Elizabeth’s court, direct involvement with theatrical companies, and a documented reputation for writing plays.

Contemporary accounts describe him—explicitly—as someone who “busied himself with pen and paper” and produced works for the stage.

This is not speculative. It’s recorded.

He also had something else the Stratford man lacked entirely: a reason to hide.

An aristocrat openly writing for the public stage was scandalous. Plays were commercial. Theater was rough trade.

So, Stanley—like many nobles of the era—used a front.

“Shakespeare” was a brand. A theatrical filter that allowed courtly authorship without courtly embarrassment.

Once the brand was out of the paddock, it kept running.