Speaker 1: What's up, everyone, and welcome to another episode of the
Epstein Chronicles. Watching Congress announce that it wants to speak
with Prince Andrew about Jeffrey Epstein is almost surreal. The
optics alone are a masterclass in performance. A row of
serious faces framed by microphones, the cadence of officialdom, the
earth thick with moral gravity, cameras, flash statements are read,
reporters tweet in real time. It all feels consequential, as
if justice might actually be reaching across borders. But underneath
that ceremony lies in an open secret. Everyone recognizes the request
holds no weight. Congress can make noise, it can posture,
it can project outrage, but it cannot compel. The halls
of Westminster don't answer to Washington, and no one in
Buckingham Palace is losing sleep over a Congressional letterhead. The
two worlds, the American legislative theater and the insulated bubble
of British Royalty, run parallel but never intersect. So this
request is in a summons. It's a gesture, a public display,
meant a signal virtue rather than accomplished justice. Prince Andrew
was in coming. He never was for years now, he's
treated accountability like an optional concept, something meant for other people,
never for him. Every time the walls of inch closer,
he slipped behind another layer of privilege, palace protocol, or
a carefully crafted legal language. His disappearance from public life
is an exile. It's insulation. He's been allowed to live
in comfort, shielded by the machinery of the monarchy, protected
by lawyers and pr specialists who know how to turn
a scandal into background noise. When he does speak, it's disastrous.
The BBC interview will go down as one of the
most tone deaf public appearances in modern history, a portrait
of a man so steeped in arrogance and denial that
he genuinely believed his absurd explanation would suffice. The I
don't sweat defense, the pizza express alibi, the vacant insistence
that he felt honor bound to stay friends with a
convicted sex offender because he was too honorable to end
the relationship. It wasn't just unbelievable, it was insulting. It
told the whole world everything it needed to know about
how he views accountability as something beneath him, something to
be dodged, not faced, and now Congress believes the same
man will stroll into an American hearing room and submit
himself to scrutiny. It's almost quaint in its optimism. Listen,
the House of Windsor doesn't answer to Washington, and Andrew
knows it. He spent his entire life in a world
where the rules are suggestions and consequences are theoretical. When
the scandal broke, he didn't lose his freedom. He lost
his photo wops, he forfeited military honors, but until recently,
he kept his titles. He retreated from public duties, but
retained royal privilege. The monarchy quietly repositioned them not as
an exile, but as an embarrassment best kept out of you.
The idea that Congress could pierce that cocoon, that a
committee in DC could force open the gates of Windsor
is pure fantasy. It plays well for a few news cycles,
gives the illusion of justice inching forward, but in reality
it's nothing more than a press release with the seal
on it. And unfortunately, what Congress is doing here isn't
about expectation. It's about performance. It's an act designed for
cameras and headlines, not for outcomes. They know Andrew will
never appear. They know their letters will be filed, their
requests ignored, and their sound bites recycled for evening new segments.
But that isn't the point. The point is to be
seen doing something, anything, that signals moral outrage in the
face of Epstein's legacy, because the truth is uncomfortable. Epstein's
crimes didn't flourish in some foreign vacuum. They thrived under
the watch of American institutions, prosecutors, intelligence agencies, banks, and billionaires,
who all found reasons to look away, and so to
avoid confronting that failure directly. This system finds, say, for villains,
the disgraced Prince becomes a convenient symbol, an ocean away,
untouchable but photogenic. Targeting him is the perfect delusion. It
allows Washington to appear righteous without ever indicting itself. Even
in the hypothetical world where Andrew agreed to cooperate, the
outcome would be the same hollow theater picture it a
sleek committee room, a line of lawyers sitting behind them,
each one ready to object at the first hint of
a real question. Every answer would be hedged, rehearsed, filtered
through legal semantics. I don't recall I was unaware. That's
not my recollection, the same Stele evasions that have kept
the powerful insulated for decades. Maybe he'd offer another implausible antidote,
another technical impossibility masquerading as an explanation, and when it
was done, there would be applause for the effort. Headlines
would declare it historic. The transcript would circulate in the truth.
The real, ugly truth about how far Epstein's reach extended
and who enabled it would remain untouched. So, yes, Congress
wants to talk to Prince Andrew. But let's not pretend
it's about getting answers. This is about being seen asking
the question. It's about Washington trying to wash its hands
of its own failures by pointing across the Atlantic. It's
about the illusion of oversight, the pageantry of accountability with
none of its substance. Because if they truly wanted justice,
they wouldn't just be looking at windsor they'd be looking inward.
They'd be calling people like Matthew Menchell, Missus Villa Fauna,
mister Krisher, and their own agencies to account. The FBI
that slow walk the investigations, the prosecutors who broker the deals,
the power brokers who funded Epstein's lifestyle and kept his
door open long after his conviction. But real accountability. But
he is dangerous. It risks exposing not just a man,
but a system, and systems, unlike individuals, know how to
protect themselves. Meanwhile, across the ocean, the Prince remains unmoved.
The cameras can glare, the headlines can roar, and still
he will say nothing. He will wait, as he always has,
for the outrage to subside, because that's the rhythm now,
the turn of modern outrage, the powerful, weighted out, confident
that attention will fade faster than accountability can catch up.
The institutions on both sides of the Atlantic understand this perfectly.
They've built their survival around it. The truth is, this
congressional request was never meant to reach him. It was
meant to reach us. It's a signal flare, a reminder
to the public that justice is supposedly still alive somewhere
in the machinery, that someone somewhere is still trying. But
what it really exposes is the opposite. How hollow those
gestures have become a ritual perform for a delusion the
audience that already knows how the story ends, because in
the end, the same pattern always re emerges, the same faces,
the same failures, the same slow fade into silence, And
when it's over, the world goes back to normal, and
the people who should have spoken long ago remain exactly
where they've always been, above the law, beyond the reach,
and protected by the same old walls that were built
to keep the truth out. This article was published by
gb News and the headline Prince Andrew said to be
summoned to the US to give evidence on Jeffrey Epstein.
The author of this article is far non in sin.
Prince Andrew looks at to receive a request to appear
before American lawmakers investigating his connections with Jeffrey Epstein. A
prominent member of the US House Oversight Committee has expressed
keen interest in questioning the King's brother about his association
with Epstein. Yeah, good luck. There's a lot of things
I want in life too that are not going to happen,
and unfortunately this is one of them. I don't think
there is any chance in hell that Prince Andrew, ever,
gives any sort of information to the authorities about Jeffrey
Epstein and what he was up to, because doing that
would implicate himself. Stephen Lynch, a Democratic congressman serving on
the committee, disclosed that legislators are extremely interested in obtaining
testimony from the sixty five year old royal and we
heard the same thing from the DOJ the first time around,
and how did that work out. A guy like Prince
Andrew of the Royal Blood has all kinds of different
protections that the rest of us don't have, and he
knows how to manipulate the system to work for him
and not against him. And he knows, especially after that
BBC interview, just not to say a word. The committee
seeks to explore Andrew's involvement with the late convicted sex
offender as part of their broader investigation into Epstein. The
congressman expt his confidence that such an invitation would be extended. However,
as Prince Andrew is a British national, he cannot face
the poenas from US congressional committees, and there's really nothing
or no one that could force him to talk to
the authorities. The King can't even get him to move
out of that royal lodge. You think the King's going
to be able to make him come to America and
speak to the FBI or whoever wants to talk to him,
talk about Fantasyland, talk about a waste of time. This
means any appearance would be entirely voluntary on Andrew's part. Yeah,
because he's such an honorable guy. That's what he's gonna do.
Right He's hopping on that plane right now to come
to America to speak to Congress, to set the record
straight because he's been much maligned and people are lying
about him. Is that what you would do? I know
that if somebody was saying this about me, if they
said it at eight, I'd be on a flight at nine,
because if you're innocent, this is not the kind of
thing you want hanging over your head Breaking news. During
his BBC Newsnight interview with Victoria Derbyshire yesterday, Lynch said
we would be extremely interested in hearing from Prince Andrew
regarding his involvement in all of this. Yes On Tuesday evening,
a new poll revealed the overwhelming public backing for legislative
action to formally remove Prince Andrew's dukedom. The uk of
poll of almost sixty seven hundred British adults found that
four and five respondents favor stripping the King's brother of
his dukedom. Well, that means four and five people in
the UK have their shit together, because who's the one
person saying nah, he should be able to be a duke? Still, Like,
if you're part of that camp, what is wrong with you?
Even if you don't believe the Epstein stuff, This man
is somebody who is pilfered the wealth of the UK
taxpayer for years. Isn't that enough for you to hate
them or at the very least dislike them very very much?
Maybe hates a strong word, but dislike him very very much,
I would think so. Opposition remained minimal at six percent,
with fourteen percent undecided. Prince Andrew voluntarily released his Duke
of York title last week. However, only parliamentary legislation can
officially revoke a dukedom, meaning the title remains technically in
abeyance despite his pledge. The King's brother's decision to give
up his titles came amid intense public scrutiny concerning his
friendship with the late convicted sex offender Jeffrey Epstein. However,
he will remain a prince as he is the son
of the late Queen Elizabeth the Second with sources claim
that King Charles threatened to publicly stripped Andrew of his
royal titles if his brother did not give them up,
And that seems likely to me because the royal family
has to look like they're doing something right. Oh, we're
being active here. We're going to reprimand them, We're going
to spank them real quick and hopefully that'll get the
public to move on. But not this time. There has
to be more. The people of the UK they're not
having it. They're done with this dude. The monarch felt
that the situation was intolerable for the rest of the
royal family. A source told the Male he thought of
him still continuing to use the titles and honors that
had been conferred upon him for another day, month, or
year while other options were explored, and an action was
intolerable for the sake of the wider family. Well, this
should have been done years ago. Unfortunately for them, they
tried to hide it. They tried to protect Prince Andrew
when they should have just come clean. All these years
ago when these allegations were first coming out. So it's
a good thing that they're acting now, but they should
have acted a long time ago. So if anybody thinks
that Prince Andrew is going to run in and save
the day and be the honorable man that he says
he is, you're going to come away sorely disappointed, because
there's about as much of a chance of Prince Andrew
coming to America to speak with Congress as there is
of him being honorable. All of the information that goes
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What's up everyone, and welcome to another episode of the
Epstein Chronicles. Yo, there truly might not be a bigger
clown walking upright on the planet than Andrew windsor the
Joe Exotic of the windsor genetic experiment gone wrong, stumbling
through scandals like a drunk man trying to roller scat
on marbles. This dude was literally born into the Golden
cheat code of life, handed the world like a monopoly
board full of properties, and somehow still managed to land
directly in jail without ever passing. Go imagine being royalty,
having everything handed to you on a silver platter. And
still finding a way to fumble the bag bigger than
any public figure this side of OJ trying to sell
autographs in a casino hallway. You think royalty comes with
basic instructions like don't be photographed with traffic miners, don't
hang around predators, and maybe, just maybe, don't globe trot
with a convicted sex trafficker whose entire house was wired
up like the Pentagon. But nope, this dude treated common
sense like it was optional, like it was some private
school elective he could ditch to go jet skiing. Every
movie made was like a tutorial on how not to
behave when you're surrounded by cameras, witnesses, and a public
that hates your guts. The man's entire reputation is basically
a blooper reel that never stops rolling, and each new
chapter is worse than the last. You would think that
even a C minus student in scandal avoidance would know
that sleeping at Epstein's house after Epstein got outed as
an international creep is not a good idea. But Andrew,
being the visionary scholar he is, figured the thing to
do was double down, like he was playing black jack
with Satan himself. You could show a raccoon ten minutes
of news coverage about Epstein, and even the raccoon would
be like, yo, bro, this guy might be bad news.
Not Andrew, though he genuinely thought none of this would
stick to him because he was born into a family
funded by armies of town pas and castles full of
stolen jewels. And now he's in panic mode silence, hoping
the public has the attention span of a fruit fly.
Spoiler alert, bro, we don't look the insanity of Prince
pizza alibi. Thinking he was too important, too iconic, too
royal to face consequences might be the funniest delusion ever
injected into the bloodstream of public consciousness. This dude genuinely
believed that saying he was eating pizza with his daughter
at some clown college pizza Express was going to be
the silver bullet that saved his crusty reputation from drowning
in the swamp. When he dropped that pizza alibi like
it was a major revelation, the entire planet collectively split
out their drinks, like, are you shitting me right now?
My guy? This was the absolute best you had after
months of silence, strategizing. You thought carbs and tomato sauce
were going to be the thing that kept you from
looking like Epstein's human paper weight. And then we get
to the sweating thing, which somehow became the comedic centerpiece
for every late night comic in the world, because this
titan of intellect thought saying he physically can't sweat would
magically erase photographic evidence, like yeah, sure, that's how that works.
Sweat disorders are known to nullify allegations of sexually abusing
traffic girls. It's going to be a hoot when some
future defendant tries that shit in court, like, sorry, judge,
I'm innocent because my pores don't work properly. The fact
that he thought anyone would buy any of this nonsense
proves he's living in a bubble so thick it might
as well be a NASA test dome. There's delusion, and
then there's Andrew the Picasso of cluelessness painting an abstract
portrait of denial. People with two functioning brain cells tied
together with a twist tie could see the story was
a flaming wreck from the start. It was like watching
a slow motion train crash where the conductor is smiling
confidently and waving like everything's fine, and when the smoke clears,
he's still insisting it was just a minor technical error.
Absolute clownery of the highest order. And what kills me
about this absolute goof is that he had the easiest
off ramp in the history of scandals, and he somehow
managed to drive straight past it like a drunk guy
missing his exit on the freeway. All he had to
say was that he was blackmailed by Epstein. Boom done
clean aes gay patch, next scandal please. Literally everyone would
have believed it too, because Epstein actually did blackmail everyone.
That was his whole entire business model, like Amazon Prime
for a compromot. Andrew could have said that Epstein had
evidence threatened to use it, and the world would have
nodded like, yeah, that tracks for sure. It wouldn't have
made him look smart, but it would have made him
look like a victim instead of a sweaty pizza denihilist. Instead,
he decided the best strategy was nope, deny everything, stick
to the world's stupidest timeline, and dig his hole deeper
until he reached the center of the whole ass earth.
It must be incredible to be that confident while being
that stupid. Meanwhile, the rest of us us or watching
this human landslide bury himself alive and wondering how the
hell his family survived ruling anything for centuries. There are
house plants demonstrating better crisis strategy than this man. And
of course, instead of playing the one decent card he
had left, he doubled down on the worst idea imaginable.
Go stay at Epstein's house again, Like, yeah, dude, perfect optics,
spend another night with the most notorious predator in the
world after he gets convicted. That's definitely how you prove
you're innocent. Fucking unbelievable. Look, you really have to marvel
at the sheer stupidity it takes to walk straight into
the mouth of scandal and act like it's a pleasant
weekend get away. Andrew wasn't dragged there. He RSVP'd like
it was a fucking golf outing and brought his emotional
support delusion along with him. Normal humans see that kind
of smoke and assume there's fire, But Andrew sees that
kind of smoke and figures it's just another harmless peasant
burning cabbage in the street. It's like he's never encountered
the real world once in his entire life, floating around
in some fantasy bubble built from tax pair of money
and mommy's protection spells. And now that mummy is dead
and buried, the training wheels ripped off, the castle, gates
creaking shut. He looks like a toddler lost in a
department store. Watching bro scramble to avoid accountability is like
watching a goldfish try to operate a smartphone. Awkward, useless,
and almost sad if it weren't so disgusting. How do
you get caught photographed with a trafficking victim then keep
visiting the epicenter of global sex trafficking like it's your
favorite bed and breakfast. The arrogance is unreal, Like the
man genuinely thought the laws of reality didn't apply to
him because he was wrapped an ermine in privilege. Epstein
must have been laughing his ass off watching this royal
pancake flip himself into deeper disaster. It's like Epstein handed
him a shovel and Andrew enthusiastically asked for a back hole.
And now the cherry on top is how he keeps
dodging Congress like it's some kind of wartime general protecting
clear codes, instead of an overgrown child hiding from questions
he obviously can't answer. The deadline is coming, gone, and
Andrew is retreated back into whatever dusty castle chamber they
stuffed have been, like a malfunctioning at amatronic at a
haunted museum, A grown ass man supposedly he raised, a lead,
supposedly trained for duty, still acting like he needs a
permission slip to speak. The idea of accountability seems to
scare on more than the idea of getting caught in
the first place, which tells you everything you need to
know about how this mfor rolls. It's like he wakes
up every morning, looks in the mirror, sees a reflection
of total failure, and says, brah, another flawless day. He's
not even attempting to craft a decent line anymore. He's
just banking on silence and waiting for the storm to pass,
like a raccoon under a dumpster lid. Maybe the old
plan was hide behind mom forever and hope she never dies.
But bro time ran out, and now the world is
at the door with torches and instead of speaking up,
he's pretending he's too special to answer questions, because apparently
being born into incestuous royalty grants you the magical power
of disappearing when the shit gets real. The man avoided
sweat in his story, but he's definitely sweating now behind
those stone walls. He's probably pacing around the halls like
an extra and a bad Shakespeare production, muttering about being misunderstood. Meanwhile,
Congress is like, hey, man, we know you're in there.
The jig is up, but he keeps hiding, like a
kid who thinks covering his eyes turns them invisible. It's
truly majestic stupidity. If Andrew had even one functioning advisor
not drunk off the Royal kool aid, they would have
grabbed them by his overpriced lapels, shaken them like a
snow globe, and scream take the blackmail route, you absolute imbecile.
The entire world was practically begging him to take the
victim card, because at least then there would have been
narrative tension instead of a clown show. Even the most
mediocre pr intern in the world could have cooked up
something better than pizza in sweat glands hell chat GPT
version one would have drafted a more believable defense at random. Instead,
he sat down with the BBC like he was about
to deliver an inspiring war speech, and instead gifted humanity
the most catastrophically stupid interview of the century. Watching it
felt like slow roasting your brain in a toaster, because
every sentence was more insane than the last. You could
see the interviewer trying not to fall out of her
chair laughing, while Andrew rambled like a malfunctioning GPS struggling
to find a route to reality. The man was blinking
Morse code for I have no idea what I'm doing.
Somebody please unplug me. Look, watching Andrew try to maneuver
through the scandal is like watching a penguin try to
learn Parkore while the ground is on fire and everyone
is screaming. Every movie makes his clumsy, misguided, and guaranteed
to end with him landing flat on his royal ass.
The dude legitimately thought that, being borne into the crown
many could freestyle his way through the worst allegations imaginable
without a shred of planning or strategy. Meanwhile, any half
competent attorney would have told him to shut his mouth,
apologize to someone, and never mention the words pizza Express
again under any circumstances. Instead, he marched right into that
interview like he was accepting an award, proudly ready to
share his genius reasoning with the world. The result was
the kind of cringe that should come with the medical
warning label, because watching it made people physically recoil like
they were witnessing a car crash in slow motion. He
had one job, do not incriminate yourself and don't sound
like a jackass. He fell both tasks spectacularly, managing to
incriminate himself emotionally, ethically and intellectually. Within the first five minutes.
You could practically hear Buckingham Palace staff screaming internally the
entire time. They probably aged forty years during the broadcast,
watching the Queen's darling son absolutely destroy himself. And look,
let's be real here, even if he wanted to pretend
that he didn't know what Epstein was, it's impossible to
swallow because Epstein wasn't exactly subtle about his whole operation.
You would have to be completely blind, deaf, dumb, numb,
and brain dead to miss the vibe of what Epstein
was doing. And Andrew is none of those things. He's
just incredibly passionately stupid. The man was surrounded by security staff,
intelligence briefings, advisors, press officers, and international oversight, yet he
still wants us to believe he had no idea. Every
powerful person who walked into Epstein's world understood exactly what
they were stepping into, and pretending otherwise is the dumbest
lie ever crafted. People talk, staff talk, victims talk journalist talk.
It wasn't some underground sewer operation. It was a playboy
mansion of human trafficking, with cameras in every wall and
rich morons lining up outside like it was Studio fifty four.
And Andrew didn't go just once, kept going back like
it was his favorite vacation spa. This wasn't bad judgment.
This was a lifelong subscription to stupidity. The fact that
he's still trying to gaslight the entire world is embarrassing
beyond calculation. And the funniest part is he thinks he's
sophisticated while doing it. And now where at the point
where the world is circling like sharks and he's bleeding
out in the water, pretending the ocean is fine. Every
day that passes is another day closer to the truth.
Hammer smashing through those stone walls. Epstein's dead, but his
network is not, and the world wants answers from every
last one of the elites who used that monster to
fulfill their darkest impulses. Andrew's name is cemented in that
list forever. There is no rewriting history, no elegant exit,
no graceful fade out. He is permanently branded as the
prince of Nothing, the royal failure, the Joe exotic of
the Windsor family, the man who threw away everything for
the company of a predator. The irony is poetic. He
could have been remembered as a decorated veteran and a
public servant. Instead, he'll be remembered as the dumbest man
ever born into privilege. All of the information that goes
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