They say “timing is everything.” And the timing of this man’s supposed “suicide” is very strange indeed.
They say “timing is everything.” And the timing of this man’s supposed “suicide” is very strange indeed. By now, we all know it’s dangerous to be a good pal or an enemy of the Clintons.
It seems so many of their friends and foes meet untimely deaths, doesn’t it?
That’s the reason why the “Clinton Bodycount” is an urban legend. And adding to the legend is the sudden and very strange death of 55-year-old Steve Bing…a death that came only 9 days before Ghislaine was apprehended.
He was a Hollywood writer/producer, real estate heir and mogul, and a dear friend to the Clintons, a flyer on the “Lolita Express” and a massive Clinton Foundation donor. Mr. Bing plunged to his death when he “jumped” from the 27th floor of his luxury apartment in Century City.
Law enforcement sources tell TMZ … the famed writer/producer died by suicide Monday after jumping from the 27th floor of a luxury apartment building in L.A.’s Century City neighborhood. Bing lived in the building, and sources connected to him tell us he’d been depressed about lack of human contact during quarantine. We don’t know if that’s behind the suicide.
Former president Bill Clinton was a very close friend of Bing confirmed the news of his death by saying “he had a big heart, and he was willing to do anything he could for the people and causes he believed in.”
Mr. Bing was more than just a friend – it’s been said that Mr. Bing was paying. 2.5 million a year to the Clinton Foundation in order to be an “advisor” to the former president.
Shouldn’t that be the other way around? The guy who needs to be advised should be paying for the advisor, no? I found this article from 2010 that talks about how Mr. Bing was “bought” his way into politics via the Clinton family.
Two sources with knowledge of the former president’s affairs tell The Daily Beast that Bing pays Clinton $2.5 million a year to serve as an adviser.
On the plus side, Bing remains a big player in Democratic circles, an exceptionally generous philanthropist and committed activist who counts some of the world’s wealthiest and most influential people as his closest friends, including former President Bill Clinton. Two sources with knowledge of the former president’s affairs tell The Daily Beast that Bing pays Clinton $2.5 million a year to serve as an adviser to his green-construction business.
But now it seems that some of Bing’s spending choices—in lockstep with the economic downturn—have taken a toll. Months ago, word began seeping through Democratic circles that Bing was no longer a go-to source for money. A similar story made the rounds in Hollywood: Bing, who had financed such big-ticket films as Polar Express, was pulling back from the movie business. In both of his worlds, it’s readily apparent that he has torn through staggering sums of money over the past few years.
Back in 2009, Mr. Bing footed the entire bill for Mr. Clinton to fly to North Korea for a PR stunt to “rescue” journalists.
Former President Bill Clinton left North Korea on Wednesday morning after a dramatic 20-hour visit, in which he won the freedom of two American journalists, opened a diplomatic channel to North Korea’s reclusive government and dined with the North’s ailing leader, Kim Jong-il.
Mr. Clinton departed from Pyongyang, the capital, around 8:30 a.m. local time, along with the journalists, Laura Ling, 32, and Euna Lee, 36, on a private jet bound for Los Angeles, according to a statement from the former president’s office.
The North Korean government, which in June sentenced the women to 12 years of hard labor for illegally entering North Korean territory, announced hours earlier that it had pardoned the women after Mr. Clinton apologized to Mr. Kim for their actions, according to the North Korean state media.
President Obama contacted the families of the women on Tuesday evening, according to administration officials, but the White House said it would withhold public comment until the former president landed on American soil.
It’s just another strange death – suicide – by someone close and “politically connected” to the Clintons.
Even odder is that they’re blaming the death on “COVID quarantine.”
That’s usually a likely story for people who are under quarantine and have lost their jobs and business and have no hope of regaining financial stability – not filthy rich moguls who have exclusive access to the Clintons.
But one of the most interesting aspects of the Clinton-Bing connection is how they both were good friends of convicted pedophile Jeffrey Epstein and traveled on Epstein’s “Lolita Express.”
I found this tidbit in a Vanity Fair article
Many moons ago, in the early 2000s, my friends spent a weekend in Southampton with a distinctive young blond who resembled Lady Gaga if Gaga were British. She was about 22 and said she was an interior designer, or a jewelry designer, or a motivational coach—I can’t remember which, but in any case the job sounded more aspirational than real—and she lived in an apartment on the Upper East Side that her older boyfriend had given her, at least temporarily. He collected art, and they often attended auctions. He loved vegetarian food and playing unfamiliar concertos on his grand piano. As she strolled down Southampton’s tree-lined streets, she was struck by their beauty and said she’d have to discuss getting a home there with her boyfriend. His name was Jeffrey Epstein.
Back then, as a cocky, petite, ink-stained wretch, I wasn’t one of the young women in Manhattan whom Epstein and his friends approached for relationships, one-night stands, or abuse. But I was surrounded by a lot of them. They were always the most beautiful girls in the room, usually models or former models, with a slightly aloof Stepford Wives aura that masked a deeper vulnerability. Several names came up when they were around: Epstein, supermarket magnate Ron Burkle, film financier Steve Bing, and former president Bill Clinton, then in the prime of his postpresidential career and flying around on Epstein’s jet, dubbed the Lolita Express, or Burkle’s jet, dubbed Air Fuck One. (None of these men has been accused of wrongdoing.) The women were often blond—Epstein, in particular, liked patrician blonds with a bit of a baby face. At his home on the Upper East Side, he kept a photo of ’80s soap star Morgan Fairchild, whom he called his ideal woman, though considering they were both in their early 50s back then, she was far too old for him.