November 27, 2025 • 11 mins
In one of the most insulting displays of federal favoritism imaginable, Ghislaine Maxwell is spending Thanksgiving at Camp Bryan—one of the cushiest, most privilege-soaked facilities in the entire federal prison system—complete with a full holiday feast and even a turkey leg if she wants it. The outrage isn’t about inmates receiving a decent meal; it’s about who is receiving it. While survivors of Jeffrey Epstein and Maxwell spend the holiday grieving lost daughters, destroyed families, empty seats at dinner tables, and trauma that never ends, Maxwell strolls through a buffet line like she’s at a luxury resort, living comfortably and protected instead of facing the harsh consequences her crimes demand. It’s a grotesque inversion of justice that any reasonable person can recognize without needing legal expertise or secret documents: this is reward, not punishment; privilege, not accountability.
The decision to move her to Camp Bryan was deliberate and strategic, not random or procedural. It was the latest phase in a years-long cover-up that consistently protects the powerful while gaslighting the public and exhausting survivors into silence. Watching the woman who facilitated industrial-scale abuse of minors enjoy a holiday feast and spa-like amenities is a slap directly to the faces of those who lost everything. It’s a crystal-clear example of how the justice system bends for elites, working swiftly when it benefits the well-connected and stalling endlessly when victims demand truth. While families light candles for children who will never come home, the federal government serves Maxwell dessert. If anything proves the system is broken beyond repair, it’s this grotesque Thanksgiving celebration dressed up as incarceration.
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The decision to move her to Camp Bryan was deliberate and strategic, not random or procedural. It was the latest phase in a years-long cover-up that consistently protects the powerful while gaslighting the public and exhausting survivors into silence. Watching the woman who facilitated industrial-scale abuse of minors enjoy a holiday feast and spa-like amenities is a slap directly to the faces of those who lost everything. It’s a crystal-clear example of how the justice system bends for elites, working swiftly when it benefits the well-connected and stalling endlessly when victims demand truth. While families light candles for children who will never come home, the federal government serves Maxwell dessert. If anything proves the system is broken beyond repair, it’s this grotesque Thanksgiving celebration dressed up as incarceration.
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Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-epstein-chronicles--5003294/support.
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
What's up everyone, and welcome to another episode of the
Epstein Chronicles. Ah Yes, Thanksgiving at Camp Bryan, where America's
elitist darlings can serve time the same way that they
live life, gently, softly and with all kinds of premium amenities.
A turkey leg for Glen Maxwell, folks, a perfectly roasted
(00:22):
symbol of just how unbelievably broken this system is. Because
nothing screams justice like the woman who spend decades hunting
children for sport now getting gravy ladled lovingly over her
mashed potatoes in the most luxurious women's facility in the
federal system. Truly a holiday miracle, and what a sweet
(00:43):
heartwarming image it is, the Queen of child trafficking daintily
balancing her tray, making sure she doesn't spill any gravy
on her perfectly folded khakis. You can practically hear the
Hallmark music playing behind her as she waltzes to her
table like she's starring in a feel good prison comedy. Meanwhile, somewhere,
a survivor is fighting through a panic attack just because
(01:07):
someone brushed past them in the grocery store buck Lane.
She's got her feet up living her best Martha Stewart
incarceration fantasy. And it's the kind of scene that would
make even the coldest cynic choke on their stuffing. And look,
please do not misunderstand me. I'm all for inmates getting
a real meal today. People who made small mistakes, struggle
(01:28):
with addiction, or landed in the system because they were
a poor instead of powerful. They deserve a chance to
feel human. They deserve a little dignity and warmth and
a reminder that life isn't just concrete and steel. But
that's not what we're talking about, is it. We're talking
about Klaine Maxwell, a professional predator, human trafficker, co architect
(01:49):
of one of the sickest criminal enterprises in modern history.
And she's over there debating whether she wants dark meat
or white meat. It's almost comical when you think about
how far removed this is from accountability. The women around
her might be chatting about their families or what they're
grateful for while Golaane tries to decide whether the stuffing
(02:10):
is seasoned correctly, like she's Gordon fucking Ramsey inspecting a plate.
The casualness of it all is straight up disgusting. She
should be staring at a cinder block wall, eating institutional
slop with a dull spoon, not choosing between sides like
she's at a catered gala. But privilege is undefeated, especially
(02:31):
when you're plugged in to the most powerful social network
on Earth. And look, imagine the scene survivors sitting at
the dinner table today, staring at an empty chair. Families
with wounds that will never heal, lives fundamentally altered, permanently fractured. Meanwhile,
Glaine is strolling through the line like she's at a
Sandals resort buffet, probably complaining if the cranberry sauce is
(02:54):
an organic and demanding to speak to the manager. Those
empty chairs might as well be Billboard's folks. They scream
louder than any press conference ever. Could they remind everyone
that justice is optional while privilege is mandatory, and the
DOJ wants a medal for doing the bare minimum, in
fact doing minus that. Meanwhile, there's someone staring at an
(03:18):
empty plate because their daughter is dead and will never
walk through that door again. But yes, tell us more
about how Camp Brian is perfectly appropriate. Look, this woman
helped facilitate unspeakable abuse, systematic industrial scale abuse of miners
and young women, and how she's spending Thanksgiving with a
cozy bed, yoga classes and access to commissary treats. Oh
(03:42):
did I mention the arts and crafts room because nothing
says accountability like beadwork after dinner. She's basically living the
Pinterest prison experience. And at this point I half expect
them to announce a sponsorship deal with Gleane. With Etsy,
maybe she can knit commemorative if traffickers do Thanksgiving two
of admits, And don't forget the meditation classes, because nothing
(04:06):
helps rehabilitate a soul shredded by decades of cruelty like
guided breathing and Himalayan salt lamps. The wellness brochure at
Camp Bryan probably looks like a SPA retreat catalog. Meanwhile,
survivors are still trying to figure out how to walk
into a room without analyzing every exit. But sure, Glayne,
she deserves her serenity. And since I'm here lighting everything
(04:28):
on fire anyway, why don't we talk about how she
got there? You think that was random? You think some
bureaucratic algorithm just spun a wheel and landed on Camp Brian.
Please This was deliberate, intentional, and coordinated. It was done
the quiet way behind the curtain in the night, Like
every other part of this Kafka ass cover up, as
(04:49):
predictable as it is insulting, someone made a phone call,
someone signed a paper, someone whispered a name into the
right ear, and faster than you can say non prosecution agreement,
the most hated woman in America magically materialized inside federal
prisons version of Club med. They didn't want her where
she faced danger, real accountability, or even inconvenience. They wanted
(05:12):
her tucked away where her powerful friends could sleep at night.
Nothing to see here, folks, a perfectly choreographed disappearing act,
a woman responsible for facilitating the rape and exploitation of
children being rewarded with the softest landing spot the Feds
could possibly provide. Now, that is a twisted holiday tradition
(05:34):
nobody asked for. It's like the government looked directly into
the faces of the survivors and said, hey, happy Thanksgiving.
Each shit. They might as well have mailed out Hallmark
cards picture the slogan justice now with ninety five percent
less consequence, or maybe from all of us at the
Federal Bureau of Protection. Sorry about your lives, but at
(05:55):
least Glane's comfortable. Imagine those cards sitting on mantelpieces next
to the photos of children whose eyes will never look
the same. Imagine the rage, the grief, the insult, and
then try explaining to those families why the people who
enable that trauma are eating pie instead of counting sealing
cracks in solitary And isn't it amazing how quickly the
(06:18):
system can move when it benefits the powerful. We're told
endlessly that transparency takes time, accountability takes time, releasing documents
takes time, but relocating Glaane to a luxury spa prison
that gets handled faster than a door dash order priorities. Baby,
It's wild how the government's efficiency becomes Olympic level when
(06:39):
the goal is protecting predators and themselves. Suddenly there's no backlog,
no bureaucratic snarl, no multi month process requiring five lawyers
of review. It's done, sealed and executed before the ink dries,
and the rest of us are left choking on phrases
like ongoing review, procedural constraints, and we appreciate your patience translation,
(07:01):
we move fast for people who matter you, Eh, not
so much. And of all the punches that we've taken
on this case, this is one of the most sinister
kicks to the throat because it's so visible, so undeniable.
Even people who know nothing about the Epstein saga can
look at this setup and say, oh, wait a minute,
why is she there. You don't need a law degree
(07:21):
or a forensic psychologist. You don't have to run around
like Alan I had my underpants on Dershowitz. What you
need are a functioning eyes and a functioning brain. Think
about being a parent of one of these survivors. Think
about knowing what she did. Think about reliving that nightmare
every day. Think about fighting for justice for years, and
then picture turning on the news and hearing reporters talk
(07:44):
about how she's enjoying a festive meal and a day
of relaxation. You would want to burn the world down,
And who wouldn't. Imagine setting another plate at the table
every year just to remind yourself someone's missing. Imagine waiting
by a phone that never rings. Imagine wondering every single
day if anything could have been different. Then hear an
(08:05):
anchor chirp about how inmates at camp Brian will enjoy
a hearty Thanksgiving feast, including turkey pie and all the fixings.
And yet the DOJ they expect everybody to just take
it on the chin. We're expected to accept it. We're
expected to say, well, that's the system. We're supposed to
nod politely and pat the Feds on the back for
their professionalism. We're supposed to swallow this poison like it's
(08:29):
cranberry wine. It's surreal. But this is the part of
the cover up that everybody understands. This is the part
they can't spin. This is the part they can't gaslight away.
You can dress it up all you want, but there
is no universe where Glenn Maxwell deserves to be living
in a high end summer camp for felons. It doesn't
(08:49):
matter what pr language they use. It doesn't matter how
many officials babble about placement classification. It doesn't matter how
many bureaucrats hide behind procedure. The truth is, this is
reward not punishment, This is comfort not consequence, This is
protection not justice. And the sickest part, she knows it.
(09:11):
She's smiling through all of her expensive dental work, telling
herself she's still special. She's still untouchable, she's still protected.
And I'm sure that that Thanksgiving feast tastes like victory.
And you can bet that every bite reinforces the narrative
she built her life on. Power protects power. She'll sit
there surrounded by women who committed low level offenses and
(09:32):
feel superior because she knows she's the only one at
that table who had friends who could move nations. Meanwhile,
there are those empty chairs we were talking about where
daughters should be sitting. There are parents lighting candles instead
of carving turkeys. There are families spending the holiday in
grief instead of gratitude, And that pain is permanent. So no,
(09:54):
I don't want to hear about how well she is adjusting.
I don't care about how she is adapting. I don't
want to read another soft focused piece about her prison hobbies.
I don't care if she's reading self help books and journaling.
She does not deserve clarity, she doesn't deserve peace. She
doesn't deserve comfort. And before you even start, spare me
the redemption arc, Spare me the philosophical reflections, Spare me
(10:18):
the human interest angle. Some people lose the right to
comfort forever. Some crimes do not balance. Some monsters don't
get rebirth, and if you even have a shred of empathy,
you know exactly why. Because justice shouldn't taste like gravy,
and accountability shouldn't come with the side of cornbread. So tonight,
(10:38):
while the survivors like candles for people who are gone,
Golaine will be licking grease off her fingers like a
Renaissance fair Wench a perfect snapshot of a broken ass
system masquerading his law. So bona petite glane. Really, enjoy it,
Savor it, taste every bit, because history is carving your
name into stone, and it won't be the soft, smooth
(11:00):
marble that you're used to. And Happy Thanksgiving America, the
land of the free, the home of the selectively punished,
where justice is seasonal, accountability is optional, and monsters dining
comfortably while victims dig through the rubble. Raise your glass
to the illusion, and by the way, enjoy your federal
middle finger. It comes complimentary with stuffing, no returns, no exchanges,
(11:24):
no apologies. All of the information that goes with this
episode can be found in the description box.
What's up everyone, and welcome to another episode of the
Epstein Chronicles. Ah Yes, Thanksgiving at Camp Bryan, where America's
elitist darlings can serve time the same way that they
live life, gently, softly and with all kinds of premium amenities.
A turkey leg for Glen Maxwell, folks, a perfectly roasted
(00:22):
symbol of just how unbelievably broken this system is. Because
nothing screams justice like the woman who spend decades hunting
children for sport now getting gravy ladled lovingly over her
mashed potatoes in the most luxurious women's facility in the
federal system. Truly a holiday miracle, and what a sweet
(00:43):
heartwarming image it is, the Queen of child trafficking daintily
balancing her tray, making sure she doesn't spill any gravy
on her perfectly folded khakis. You can practically hear the
Hallmark music playing behind her as she waltzes to her
table like she's starring in a feel good prison comedy. Meanwhile, somewhere,
a survivor is fighting through a panic attack just because
(01:07):
someone brushed past them in the grocery store buck Lane.
She's got her feet up living her best Martha Stewart
incarceration fantasy. And it's the kind of scene that would
make even the coldest cynic choke on their stuffing. And look,
please do not misunderstand me. I'm all for inmates getting
a real meal today. People who made small mistakes, struggle
(01:28):
with addiction, or landed in the system because they were
a poor instead of powerful. They deserve a chance to
feel human. They deserve a little dignity and warmth and
a reminder that life isn't just concrete and steel. But
that's not what we're talking about, is it. We're talking
about Klaine Maxwell, a professional predator, human trafficker, co architect
(01:49):
of one of the sickest criminal enterprises in modern history.
And she's over there debating whether she wants dark meat
or white meat. It's almost comical when you think about
how far removed this is from accountability. The women around
her might be chatting about their families or what they're
grateful for while Golaane tries to decide whether the stuffing
(02:10):
is seasoned correctly, like she's Gordon fucking Ramsey inspecting a plate.
The casualness of it all is straight up disgusting. She
should be staring at a cinder block wall, eating institutional
slop with a dull spoon, not choosing between sides like
she's at a catered gala. But privilege is undefeated, especially
(02:31):
when you're plugged in to the most powerful social network
on Earth. And look, imagine the scene survivors sitting at
the dinner table today, staring at an empty chair. Families
with wounds that will never heal, lives fundamentally altered, permanently fractured. Meanwhile,
Glaine is strolling through the line like she's at a
Sandals resort buffet, probably complaining if the cranberry sauce is
(02:54):
an organic and demanding to speak to the manager. Those
empty chairs might as well be Billboard's folks. They scream
louder than any press conference ever. Could they remind everyone
that justice is optional while privilege is mandatory, and the
DOJ wants a medal for doing the bare minimum, in
fact doing minus that. Meanwhile, there's someone staring at an
(03:18):
empty plate because their daughter is dead and will never
walk through that door again. But yes, tell us more
about how Camp Brian is perfectly appropriate. Look, this woman
helped facilitate unspeakable abuse, systematic industrial scale abuse of miners
and young women, and how she's spending Thanksgiving with a
cozy bed, yoga classes and access to commissary treats. Oh
(03:42):
did I mention the arts and crafts room because nothing
says accountability like beadwork after dinner. She's basically living the
Pinterest prison experience. And at this point I half expect
them to announce a sponsorship deal with Gleane. With Etsy,
maybe she can knit commemorative if traffickers do Thanksgiving two
of admits, And don't forget the meditation classes, because nothing
(04:06):
helps rehabilitate a soul shredded by decades of cruelty like
guided breathing and Himalayan salt lamps. The wellness brochure at
Camp Bryan probably looks like a SPA retreat catalog. Meanwhile,
survivors are still trying to figure out how to walk
into a room without analyzing every exit. But sure, Glayne,
she deserves her serenity. And since I'm here lighting everything
(04:28):
on fire anyway, why don't we talk about how she
got there? You think that was random? You think some
bureaucratic algorithm just spun a wheel and landed on Camp Brian.
Please This was deliberate, intentional, and coordinated. It was done
the quiet way behind the curtain in the night, Like
every other part of this Kafka ass cover up, as
(04:49):
predictable as it is insulting, someone made a phone call,
someone signed a paper, someone whispered a name into the
right ear, and faster than you can say non prosecution agreement,
the most hated woman in America magically materialized inside federal
prisons version of Club med. They didn't want her where
she faced danger, real accountability, or even inconvenience. They wanted
(05:12):
her tucked away where her powerful friends could sleep at night.
Nothing to see here, folks, a perfectly choreographed disappearing act,
a woman responsible for facilitating the rape and exploitation of
children being rewarded with the softest landing spot the Feds
could possibly provide. Now, that is a twisted holiday tradition
(05:34):
nobody asked for. It's like the government looked directly into
the faces of the survivors and said, hey, happy Thanksgiving.
Each shit. They might as well have mailed out Hallmark
cards picture the slogan justice now with ninety five percent
less consequence, or maybe from all of us at the
Federal Bureau of Protection. Sorry about your lives, but at
(05:55):
least Glane's comfortable. Imagine those cards sitting on mantelpieces next
to the photos of children whose eyes will never look
the same. Imagine the rage, the grief, the insult, and
then try explaining to those families why the people who
enable that trauma are eating pie instead of counting sealing
cracks in solitary And isn't it amazing how quickly the
(06:18):
system can move when it benefits the powerful. We're told
endlessly that transparency takes time, accountability takes time, releasing documents
takes time, but relocating Glaane to a luxury spa prison
that gets handled faster than a door dash order priorities. Baby,
It's wild how the government's efficiency becomes Olympic level when
(06:39):
the goal is protecting predators and themselves. Suddenly there's no backlog,
no bureaucratic snarl, no multi month process requiring five lawyers
of review. It's done, sealed and executed before the ink dries,
and the rest of us are left choking on phrases
like ongoing review, procedural constraints, and we appreciate your patience translation,
(07:01):
we move fast for people who matter you, Eh, not
so much. And of all the punches that we've taken
on this case, this is one of the most sinister
kicks to the throat because it's so visible, so undeniable.
Even people who know nothing about the Epstein saga can
look at this setup and say, oh, wait a minute,
why is she there. You don't need a law degree
(07:21):
or a forensic psychologist. You don't have to run around
like Alan I had my underpants on Dershowitz. What you
need are a functioning eyes and a functioning brain. Think
about being a parent of one of these survivors. Think
about knowing what she did. Think about reliving that nightmare
every day. Think about fighting for justice for years, and
then picture turning on the news and hearing reporters talk
(07:44):
about how she's enjoying a festive meal and a day
of relaxation. You would want to burn the world down,
And who wouldn't. Imagine setting another plate at the table
every year just to remind yourself someone's missing. Imagine waiting
by a phone that never rings. Imagine wondering every single
day if anything could have been different. Then hear an
(08:05):
anchor chirp about how inmates at camp Brian will enjoy
a hearty Thanksgiving feast, including turkey pie and all the fixings.
And yet the DOJ they expect everybody to just take
it on the chin. We're expected to accept it. We're
expected to say, well, that's the system. We're supposed to
nod politely and pat the Feds on the back for
their professionalism. We're supposed to swallow this poison like it's
(08:29):
cranberry wine. It's surreal. But this is the part of
the cover up that everybody understands. This is the part
they can't spin. This is the part they can't gaslight away.
You can dress it up all you want, but there
is no universe where Glenn Maxwell deserves to be living
in a high end summer camp for felons. It doesn't
(08:49):
matter what pr language they use. It doesn't matter how
many officials babble about placement classification. It doesn't matter how
many bureaucrats hide behind procedure. The truth is, this is
reward not punishment, This is comfort not consequence, This is
protection not justice. And the sickest part, she knows it.
(09:11):
She's smiling through all of her expensive dental work, telling
herself she's still special. She's still untouchable, she's still protected.
And I'm sure that that Thanksgiving feast tastes like victory.
And you can bet that every bite reinforces the narrative
she built her life on. Power protects power. She'll sit
there surrounded by women who committed low level offenses and
(09:32):
feel superior because she knows she's the only one at
that table who had friends who could move nations. Meanwhile,
there are those empty chairs we were talking about where
daughters should be sitting. There are parents lighting candles instead
of carving turkeys. There are families spending the holiday in
grief instead of gratitude, And that pain is permanent. So no,
(09:54):
I don't want to hear about how well she is adjusting.
I don't care about how she is adapting. I don't
want to read another soft focused piece about her prison hobbies.
I don't care if she's reading self help books and journaling.
She does not deserve clarity, she doesn't deserve peace. She
doesn't deserve comfort. And before you even start, spare me
the redemption arc, Spare me the philosophical reflections, Spare me
(10:18):
the human interest angle. Some people lose the right to
comfort forever. Some crimes do not balance. Some monsters don't
get rebirth, and if you even have a shred of empathy,
you know exactly why. Because justice shouldn't taste like gravy,
and accountability shouldn't come with the side of cornbread. So tonight,
(10:38):
while the survivors like candles for people who are gone,
Golaine will be licking grease off her fingers like a
Renaissance fair Wench a perfect snapshot of a broken ass
system masquerading his law. So bona petite glane. Really, enjoy it,
Savor it, taste every bit, because history is carving your
name into stone, and it won't be the soft, smooth
(11:00):
marble that you're used to. And Happy Thanksgiving America, the
land of the free, the home of the selectively punished,
where justice is seasonal, accountability is optional, and monsters dining
comfortably while victims dig through the rubble. Raise your glass
to the illusion, and by the way, enjoy your federal
middle finger. It comes complimentary with stuffing, no returns, no exchanges,
(11:24):
no apologies. All of the information that goes with this
episode can be found in the description box.
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