Speaker 1: What's up, everyone, and welcome to another episode of the
Epstein Chronicles. Jeffrey Epstein, the walking, smiling dossier of everything
that should have raised a red flag and instead got mansions,
private jets, and dessert forks with his initials on them.
The man that lived like an eccentric monarch who wandered
off the set of a Gothic pornographer's fever dream, and
everyone around them pretended like the decor was just quirky
taste quirky. No, that wallpaper was a fucking confession in Paisley.
The art, the sculptures, the lighting that turned rooms into
confessionals for perverts, all of it screamed weird ass signaling,
and the people who drank his kool aid acted like
they couldn't hear the sirens. Let's talk about that chess
set for a minute. Yes, that chess set, because if
you can't read the symbolism there, you're either a blind
or a willing accomplice. A chess boards about power and position.
People who arranged little kings and hawns for show are
staging your consent to a hierarchy. Carve the pieces to
look like you and your favorite assistants that's theater, baby,
It's a play where the props do the testimony, the king,
the Queen, the pawns, the bishops, each a mirror for
the roles. Epstein wanted everyone to play the man literally
toyed with metaphors, then smirked when someone asked for a drink,
and his friends, the clowns, the sociopaths, and dress shoes
walked through those rooms as if they were in a
curated Ikio pop up. Don't act surprised that people asked
how creepy and then smiled for the camera. They saw everything,
they read everything, They just chose to say nothing or
to reframe it as an eccentric collector energy bullshit. You
don't own a set of personalized chess pieces and attack
free private island and call it a hobby without knowing
the horrifying script that you're living in. And there's no
doubt that Epstein treated weirdness as an access like a
monogram watch that distracts from who actually pulled the strings.
Symbolism wasn't decoration for Epstein. Symbolism was currency. The weird statuettes,
the odd photographs, the angel statues staring like board judges.
They were all shorthand, a kind of interior design Rosetta
stone for an entire ecosystem of predators, and the people
who should have blinked, the bankers, the talking heads, the
social lubricators, the politicians, instead invested in silence like it
was a blue chip asset. And look, it's not a
mystery why everyone looked away. Confessions expensive accountability is costly.
One whispered question could have threatened parties, privileges invites, donations
and reputations. So it was cheaper to laugh and call
it eccentric. Oh he's quirky, sure, and the Titanic was chilly.
The accumulative effect of that normalizing, of flinching away from
the obvious is a moral bankruptcy, more disgusting than any
piece of firm. You begin to suspect that decor was
less about aesthetic and more about creating a plausible deniability
for people who needed one. Think about the audacity design
a house that reads like a dossier, and then use
it as wallpaper for your crimes. When framed like that,
the chessboard becomes a manual Move this person here, silence
that person there, sacrifice the odd pawn when necessary. The
symbolism was taunt. He lined his rooms like stages for
his favorite theater and the audience the collaborators in Armani
suits who applauded with their silence. Today's article is from
the Delimel and the headline Epstein and his young female pawns.
Billionaire pedophile had chess set made that featured him as
king and had models posed to be turned into handcrafted pieces.
This article was authored by Sabrina Penty. Billionaire pedophile Jeffrey
Epstein had young female models posed to be turned into
crafted pieces for a chessboard that featured him as the king.
And the crazy part is, Jeffrey Epstein really saw himself
in that kind of role, like he was some kind
of royalty. He truly believed that. You want to talk
about somebody that was absolutely delusional, well, Jeffrey Epstein's it.
The women who were referred to as the Queen's reportedly
told staff at a New York photography studio in twenty
sixteen that they were part of a chess club and
came into the shop over several months posing for pictures
in stylish outfits. TMZ reports, and this is something we've
talked about plenty of times in the past, and this
shit was weird back then and it's still weird now, Like,
what kind of degenerate diddler is going to have a
chess set commissioned that's in the likeness of these models
and himself talk about having an overblown opinion of yourself
using their images. Staff then made three D sculptures of
every piece needed for a chess set except for the
two kings. Epstein, who killed himself allegedly in his prison
cell in twenty nineteen, came in at the end of
the process to have his photos taken so that he
could then be turned into a figurine of the king.
Another piece was modeled after a different man who came
in with the women. A series of images show Epstein
dressed in a black and white robe as he sports
a golden, bejeweled crown on his head. The unknown women
also appear, dressed in high heels and style of outfits
as they posed to be his queens and pawns. And
all this talk about women and lists and this and
that the other thing. There's so many people out there,
so many names that we have no idea about that
it's almost hard to wrap your head around it. I mean,
there were so many moving pieces here. And of course
we have the people that have been vocal about what
happened to them, and they're the ones who have been
the engine and getting this story off the ground. But
there's a lot of people out there that still haven't
come forward, a lot of people that are embarrassed, a
lot of people that you know, might have been abused
that just don't want to deal with it, bring up
those old memories, whatever it might be. But there's a
lot of people out there that had experiences with Jeffrey Epstein,
whether it was in a manner of them being abused
or something like this, some kind of weird ass modeling call,
some kind of event that he was throwing whatever. But
there's a lot of people out there who have a
lot of stories about Jeffrey Epstein. The financier sex offender
is understood to have paid five thousand for the thirty
six chess pieces that were carved from a sandstone material.
Now look sounds like a cool idea in general, right,
if you have the dough to do it cool, get
yourself a custom chess set. Great, But why does everything
have to be degenerate? Why does everything have to be
about young girls. Well we know why, because that's the
kind of person that Jeffrey Epstein was. An absolute degenerate. Well,
unless you ask Fergie, then he's a Supreme Friend. It
comes after new revelations of our yesterday about the Duchess
of York's contact with Epstein. The Mail on Sunday uncovered
how Sarah Ferguson, also known as Fergie, wrote to Epstein
to apologize for disavowing him in a public statement following
his conviction for child's ex abuse offenses. So on one hand,
we have Prince Andrew's bitch ass flying across the Atlantic
to break up with Epstein, and then you have his
wife groveling to him, apologizing for calling him a pedophile.
Not for nothing. But if I was the King of England,
these two would be on the first ship to whatever
the most far flung province was, whoever that might be.
That's where they're going. Talk about an embarrassment. In the
newly published correspondence, Sarah issued a grobbling apology to Epstein
for a publicly disassociating herself from the Supreme Friend when
it emerged he had bled her out financially and she
insisted she had only done so to save her career
as a children's author. Well, those kinds of things have
a way of creeping up on you later on. Huh.
I mean, it's probably a good idea if you're a
children's author, to not be coforting with child molesters. The
bombshell leaked email show Sarah wrote to the convicted sex
offender to humbly apologize in twenty eleven, just weeks after
telling the press she had cut all ties with them.
In an earlier interview that year, she described her involvement
with Epstein, who had served time for soliciting prostitution from
a minor, as a gigantic error in judgment. What she
really means is she's mad she got caught. If she
never got caught, never got exposed, nobody would ever be
the wiser. And it's always the same with these people,
right after they get caught, after they're hemmed up, then
they're sorry. It's like Brian Coohberger, all of a sudden,
he's a man of God. Okay sure. A spokesperson for
Sarah has now said the email was sent to counter
an aggressive threat Epstein had made to suer for defamation.
And it's always that excuse, right, Oh, Epstein was going
to do this, that or the other thing to me. Yeah,
after he already gave you how much money? After he
opened how many doors? How many times did you sit
across from this man, laughing at his jokes like a teenager.
So please spare me with the bullshit. You're not the
victim here. The victims are the girls who were abused
by Jeffrey Epstein and allegedly your bitch ass husband, The
Duke of York, has already been forced to relinquish all
of his public duties and offices as a result of
his association with Epstein, and is barred from attending official
royal events. Sarah Ferguson is believed to have first met
Ebstein in the nineteen nineties, having been introduced by American
British businesswoman Lynn Forrester do Rothschild, the widow of banking
tycoon Sir Evelyn do Rothschild, once one of Britain's richest men. Well,
of course, how else do you think these people meet
each other. The whole entire top of the crust, the
whole entire so called delete class, is filled with degenerates.
They don't get off the same way we do. You know,
you or I go to the casino, bet a couple
hundred bucks. We've had a night, right, Oh that's fun.
Had my fill to them. That's not fun. You know
what's fun to them? Abusing your kids, that's what's fun.
Treating your kids like shit, that's what's fun to them.
And when they're not abusing your kids, they're trying to
send them off to war and a testimony published last month,
Glenn Maxwell, the British socialite jail for twenty years for
sex trafficking, described the Duchess as a frenemy who lusted
after Epstein. That doesn't shock me. Sarah Ferguson's gross. So
did she want to have some kind of relations with Epstein? Probably,
I wouldn't be shocked in the least. Maxwell said that
the Duchess had a thing for him, and I thought
that Sarah was trying to put the moves on Jeffrey Epstein.
Accuser Miss Roberts died by suicide age forty one at
her farm near a Perth in Australia. She had previously
told how Epstein and Maxwell kept her as a sex
slave while flying her around the world and offering her
to their powerful associates like a platter of fruit. Yeah,
you know all those people that cash Betel says don't exist. Well,
how many more names do you need, mister cash Betel.
The Prince reached an out of court settlement with her
in twenty twenty two. Andrew has denied her allegations and
said he cannot recall ever meeting her. A photograph has
been widely shared of them together in a London townhouse,
his arm around her bearer midrift, and was included in
Miss Roberts lawsuit against him. Epstein killed himself in August
of twenty nineteen while awaiting trial on federal sex trafficking
charges involving dozens of teenage girls and young women, some
as young as fourteen. But yeah, it's all a hoax, folks.
Nothing to see here, nothing more to investigate, nobody else involved.
So I guess we should just wrap it all up. Huh,
well on fourty. Fortunately, once you take a look behind
this curtain, there is no going back, and so that
means all we can do is keep moving forward. All
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