New York Giants owner Steve Tisch is the NFL’s biggest representative in the Epstein files, emailing the notorious pedophile in pursuit of new Slovek castaways Jeffrey would unchain to serve the movie producer—when he wasn’t tricking young daydreamers into sex for acting credit exchanges.
Two months later, no breaking news report from Adam Schefter, detailing an investigation into the Giants co-owner’s relationship with the prepubescent pimp.
A memo, saying Steve Tisch, along with his siblings Jonathan and Laurie, are transferring their stakes in their children’s—sending their 23.1% Giants stake to their offspring.
Steve Tisch has control over the trust he just moved his stake into. All revenue generated by the New York Giants still goes directly into his pocket; he just added a step.
All that’s changed is the routing number.
He’s very much still the owner of the Giants.
This is like putting the house deed under your mother’s name to save it from the ex taking it in the divorce.
Zero consequences faced.
What Should Giants Fans Do?
Realistically, we should stop watching games.
But lol I’m watching Jaxson Dart this season. I can’t not.
Unfortunately, like many of the sociopaths begging Epstein for pussy, Steve Tisch will go unharmed. New wars, the world keeps spinning.
All we have is public shaming.
If any service workers are reading this, we need to unite and start spitting in their food. There should be a global network of spitting sous chefs, all clocking when one of these Epstein lunatics enters their establishments, ready to fill their dinner with DNA.
These people cannot enjoy regular public life anymore.
I shouldn’t have my Sundays ruined because a pervert kinda owns the team I love. That’s Darius Slayton’s job.
By Signing Isaiah Likely, The New York Giants Build a Fortress Around Jaxson Dart
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