Trump, Murdoch, and the Billion-Dollar Boob Drawing

By Christopher Moore

So apparently, Trump sent Epstein a birthday card with a doodle of a naked woman and a cheeky little message about “secrets.”

At least, that’s what The Wall Street Journal claims.
Trump says it’s a lie.

And now we’ve got a $10 to $20 BILLION lawsuit—because nothing says “I didn’t do it” like dropping a GDP-sized defamation nuke on Rupert Murdoch’s empire.

Let me repeat that:
Donald Trump is suing the Wall Street Journal, News Corp, Murdoch, AND two of their reporters—over a goddamn birthday card.

You can’t parody this crap anymore. Reality already beat us to it.

The Allegations

WSJ claims Trump sent Epstein a sexually suggestive birthday note in 2003, complete with a hand-drawn naked chick and a wink-wink line about shared secrets.

Trump’s saying it’s a fabrication, a hit piece, and slanderous trash cooked up by corporate media hacks with an axe to grind—and a hard-on for clicks.

No image of the letter. No signature verification. No evidence. Just a story, some anonymous sourcing, and the media’s usual “trust us, we’re the press.”


And guess what? They published it anyway. Even after Trump’s legal team told them it was fake and warned them not to.

That’s not journalism. That’s political arson.

Trump’s Response? Burn It Down.

He called the WSJ a “pile of garbage.”
He said he’d drag Rupert Murdoch into court and make him testify.
He declared it a “POWERHOUSE LAWSUIT”—not just for himself, but for “ALL Americans hurt by the Fake News.”

Translation:
“I’m gonna bankrupt these bastards and make an example out of ‘em.”

And honestly? Whether you love or hate the guy, he might have a damn point.

Let’s Talk Real

This ain’t about a birthday card.
This is about power structures at war—media billionaires vs political billionaires, both fighting over who gets to shape the narrative around Epstein, elections, and elite immunity.

This “letter” may not even exist—but it didn’t have to.
All it needed was the suggestion of it. A whisper.
Just enough slime to stick to Trump’s name in the court of public opinion.

It’s the same game they play on all of us:

Accuse first.

Publish without proof.

Apologize never. Because by the time the truth catches up, the lie already did its damage.

Sound familiar?

Epstein Again?

You bet. Because that guy is the rotting corpse under the rug that keeps bleeding through.

And every time his name pops up, the system starts coughing and gaslighting:

“There’s nothing to see here.” “Conspiracy theorists!” “Oh look, a new Trump indictment!”

Funny how the media never seems interested in the client list or why no one else has been charged. But the moment they can tie Trump to a d*ck doodle? Front page.

Final Thought:

Let’s be clear:
If Trump did send that letter, then show it.
Let’s see the ink. Let’s see the sketch. Let’s see the signature.

But if WSJ ran this without proof—after being warned it was false—then they deserve every penny of that lawsuit and then some. Maybe even a public spanking.

Because this isn’t journalism anymore.

It’s weaponized storytelling, run by cowards in suits who’ve never fixed a damn thing in their lives but sure know how to break people.

And as far as I’m concerned?
They can all go to hell, preferably in Rupert’s private jet.

But either way—one of these rich dudes is about to get slapped with a legal bill bigger than most small nations’ GDP. And that, my friends, is the only part of this mess that actually feels like justice.

Stay loud. Stay skeptical. Stay dangerous.
Because if we don’t hold these elitist snakes accountable—nobody will.

-The Gun Loving Hippie Dad … Who Fixes Stuff

Rants, repairs, and realness