Here we go again, folks. The Clintons’ closet is less of a wardrobe and more of a morgue with a revolving door. And thanks to the latest drop from the Jeffrey Epstein email archives — courtesy of House Democrats, of all people — we now get a fresh peek behind the velvet curtain of Clintonworld. Spoiler alert: it’s not pretty, it’s not innocent, and it sure isn’t boring.

According to a newly unsealed 2016 email exchange between Epstein and Michael Wolff — yes, that Michael Wolff, the author who wrote fiction so wild it got shelved in the “non-fiction” section — Epstein claimed Hillary Clinton was getting a little too cozy with Vince Foster. As in, “doing naughties” cozy. That’s Epstein’s own phrase. He wasn’t exactly a poet, but he got the point across.

Let’s remember who Vince Foster was: a White House Deputy Counsel and longtime Clinton associate from Arkansas. In 1993, he was found dead in Fort Marcy Park with a gunshot wound to the head. Official ruling? Suicide. Unofficial consensus? Something stinks, and it wasn’t just the D.C. humidity.

From day one, the circumstances around Foster’s death have been more suspicious than a Clinton donation from a uranium company. No fingerprints on the gun. No bullet found. No soil on his shoes despite a reported half-mile muddy hike. And the blood? Barely any. You’re telling us a man blows his brains out and bleeds less than a shaving nick?

Even the positioning of the body raised eyebrows. Paramedics described it one way, while police photos showed something else entirely. And then there were carpet fibers on his clothes and semen stains in his underwear. If that’s not a red flag, it’s at least a flashing neon one with sirens on top.

Add to that a torn-up resignation letter found in his briefcase — which three handwriting experts said was a forgery — and what do we have? A mystery wrapped in a cover-up wrapped in a Clinton scandal. Classic.

And let’s not forget Bernie Nussbaum, Bill Clinton’s White House counsel, who took it upon himself to keep the FBI out of Foster’s office the day after his death. He even barked at an agent to sit down and not move while staffers rummaged through Foster’s files. Nothing says “transparency” like obstructing a federal investigation.

Now, thanks to this Epstein email, we’ve got a new twist: Hillary might have been romantically involved with Foster. That’s not just salacious gossip — it’s motive. If true, it raises serious questions about what Foster knew, who he trusted, and why he really died.

Of course, the mainstream media will pretend none of this exists. They’ve been running interference for the Clintons since 1992. If Hillary were caught red-handed with a smoking gun and Vince Foster’s obituary in her purse, CNN would call it “a private moment of grief.”

This isn’t tabloid speculation. It’s a pattern. From Whitewater to Benghazi, from her email server to Epstein’s island, Hillary Clinton has left a trail of scandals that would make Richard Nixon blush. And every time the smoke gets thick, someone ends up dead, deleted, or distracted by a sudden media circus.

The Democrats want you to believe this is ancient history. But the past has a funny way of catching up. And if House Democrats are the ones opening the vault, you know the skeletons must be piling up so high even they can’t ignore the stench.

In the end, this isn’t just about one suspicious death. It’s about a Democrat dynasty built on secrets, suppression, and the smug assumption that they’re untouchable. But as 2025 rolls on and the truth keeps leaking out like a busted dam, that assumption is looking shakier by the day.

Tick tock, Hillary. Tick tock.