Speaker 1: What's up, everyone, and welcome to another episode of the
Epstein Chronicles. Ladies and gentlemen gather around because apparently we've
reached the part of the program where Peter Mandelsshn, Yes,
that Peter Mandelssohn, the political snake charmer turned ambassador, has
decided to audition for the world's most gullible men. This
is the guy who spent decades being called the Prince
of Darkness, the Machavelian grandmaster who could pull strings from
the shadows. Yet somehow, miraculously he got outwitted by Jeffrey Epstein,
a predator so blatant he might as well have walked
around with the neon sign flashing sex offender on board.
And what's the damning artifact that finally ripped the curtain down?
A birthday note, a handwritten gem of eternal cringe where
Mandelssyn calls him his best palell, not acquaintance, not occasional contact,
not even the politician's favorite dodge, someone I once brushed
shoulders with. Nope, he went full on summer camp counselor
mode and wrote best Pale like Epstein was the guy
he shared a bunk bed with at sleep away camp,
sneaking marshmallows after the lights went out. We're talking Lisa
Frank stationary level fawning, complete with the kind of language
you'd expect from a middle schooler signing their best friend's
yearbook in glitterpen. I half expect a note to end
with BFF Forever and a couple of dudled hearts. Imagine
the scene. A man who was once at the pinnacle
of British politics, with access to prime ministers and billionaires,
sitting there deciding the best way to commemorate Jeffrey Epstein's
birthday was to write down something that reads like the
liner notes of a teenage diary. Well, that was Mandelssohn's
actual instinct, and now, years later, in his very dignified
role as the UK ambassador to the United States, a
job that's supposed to project gravitas statesmanship and the ability
to not fall for obvious grifters, he's forced to shuffle
up to the podium and say, I regret it. I
was misled as if Epstein was some understood figure who
had everyone tricked, when in reality, his rap sheet was
public knowledge, his reputation was radioactive, and his island was
basically shorthand for don't go there if you value your career.
But Peter, oh no, Peter thought he was just a
misunderstood best pal. And we can't overlook how unintentionally hilarious
that phrase is. Best pal. The kind of thing you'd
write in a third grader is autograph book, not a
note to a man already convicted of sex crimes. At
least Clinton kept a vague Gates went with the whole
awkward business association. Dershwitz wrapped himself in legal eese, but
Mandelssohn he just leaned straight into the cringe, elevating Epstein
from contact to confidant, from your connection to bosombody. Honestly,
it reads less like a birthday greeting and more like
a Hallmark card titled Friendship Is Forever even if You're
a felon. And now the UK in the world is
supposed to buy the line that he's sorry, that he
regrets it, that Epstein somehow misled him as oh mandelssh
this razor sharp backroom deal veteran of British politics suddenly
turned into a wide eyed rube at the mere site
of Epstein's wealth. The same guy who could smell political
blood in the water from ten miles away. Wants us
to believe he couldn't spot a predator standing right in
front of him. Sure, Peter, Sure, but the cherry on
top the Prime Minister himself, Kira Starmer, standing right there
in his corner, nodding along like just another little hiccup.
He regrets it, he's apologized. Let's move on. Really, this
isn't some minor faux paw, like using the wrong fork
at dinner. This is writing Bess Pal to Jeffrey Epstein.
It's a permanent stain, the kind of thing you just
can't walk off, unless, of course, you've lived in a
gilded bubble of politics, where the rules are always different
and a little note to a convicted predator is just
another oops moment. So here's your opening scene. Peter Mandelsson,
Ambassador of the United King, the international representative of his
nation's dignity, forever immortalized in Epstein's birthday book, with two
words that will haunt him until the end of time.
Best Pal, A phrase so pathetic, so syrupy, and so
perfectly Mandelssohn, it might as well be his political epitaph.
So let's talk about it haha. Peter Mandelssohn, once known
as the Prince of darkness and British politics, now apparently
the patron saint of terrible judgment calls the man, just
admitted that in Epstein's infamous birthday book, he called the
convicted pedophile his best pal. Not business contact, not social acquaintance,
not even the usual slimy I barely knew him. No
best pal, like Epstein, was his childhood bunk bit at
summer camp. And they carve their names into a tree together.
That's the hill that Mandelssynh chose to die on. And
now he shocked, shocked that it didn't age well. The
sheer absurdity of his senior estates falling into the trap
of adolescent word choice is staggering. What next, Peter? Did
you pass them a folded note in class asking if
he liked you back circle yes or no? It's almost poetic.
The career operator, who spent decades slithering through the corridors
of power, reinventing himself with every scandal, finally trips over
his own choice of words best pal, My god, Peter,
what were you thinking? You weren't signing a yearbook in
secondary school, you were writing a note to one of
the most notorious sex offenders of our time. Did the
crayon break while you scribbled it out? Did you dot
the eye with a heart? Did you slip a little
smiley face? Maybe a doodle of two stick figures holding
hands on a private jet. This is the kind of
sentimental nonsense you'd expect from a teenager in a sleepover diary,
not a man whose job was to broker deals, shape
governments and supposedly exercised judgment on the world stage, And
now in his late career in carnation as UK ambassador
to the US, a role meant to project gravitas, diplomacy
and judgment, he's forced to stand in front of cameras
and basically say sorry, folks, I got bamboozled by Jeffrey Epstein.
Thought he was a solid bloke. Yes, the same Jeffrey
Epstein who pled guilty to soliciting miners, who was a
registered sex offender, who, by the time Mandelssohn was penning
that sugary little note was already radioactive in polite society.
But no, Peter thought he'd keep the friendship going. Loyalty
after all, and let's be honest. Epstein wasn't just radioactive,
he was glowing like chernobyl. It didn't take an intelligence
briefing to know that this man was toxic. Yet Mandelssyn
pressed forward like a moth to the creepiest flame in
human history, and the excuse is classic. He was misled.
Epstein apparently was just that persuasive, a man so charismatic,
so beguiling, so full of childlike curiosity that season politicians
couldn't help but call him their bestie, because who amongst
us hasn't accidentally maintained a close relationship with a convicted
sex trafficker. Thinking he was just misunderstood, mandelssh now wants
us to buy the idea that he, one of the
most calculating political minds of his generation, was duped by
a financier whose entire reputation was built on throwing parties
filled with underage girls. What's next, He's going to claim
that Bernie Madoff was just misunderstood too, a kindly banker
with a quirky sense of humor. And then comes Prime
Minister Kira Starmer, standing loyally behind him, proving that in politics,
a real motto isn't doing the right thing. It circled
the wagons. Starmer's defense is essentially well, Peter regrets it,
so let's move on. Wonderful, a man entrusted to represent
the UK abroad is caught CosIng up to a predator,
and the official line is he said sorry, leave him alone.
If only Epstein's survivors got that kind of understanding, if
only the young women and girls caught in Epstein's orbit
were afforded the luxury of regret and forgiveness. But no,
the double standard is on full display, and once again
the club protects its own. It's not like Mandelshn is
new to the scandal. This is a man whose entire
career is a scrap book of eyebrow raising moments, dodgy loans,
eyebrow raising friendships, shady business ties. Epstein was just the
most radioactive name in a long string of dubious associations.
But calling him his best pal, that's the cherry on
top of the sleez ass Sunday. The man might as
well have sent Epstein a friendship bracelet woven with care,
a symbol of loyalty to a predator. Imagine explaining that
at a dinner party. Yes, that bracelet. Oh, Jeffrey gave
it to me, my best pal, lovely man. You'll picture
this scene. Epstein flips through his birthday book, passed the
cards from Clinton and Trump, pass the notes from billionaire
and royals, and there it is, best pal love Peter
did mandelssn add a doodle, a smiley face. Maybe he
threw in a ps Let's grab dinner at Ryland. Soon.
It's gross, but it's believable. One can almost see Epstein's
smirking as he read it, delighted that yet another soul
call respectable figure was willing to debase himself for the
privilege of his company. Now Mandelsshn wasn't just a contact.
He was auditioning for teacher's favorite in Epstein's classroom. And
the regret, oh, the regret. Mandelssohn now insists that, of
course he wouldn't make the same mistake today he's older, wiser, chastened.
Funny how regret always shows up years later once the
press starts digging through the receipts. You never hear these
guys express regret at any time they're hobnobbing with predators.
It's only when the headlines scream Epstein connection that the
soul searching begins. If Epstein's birthday book had never been
made public, do you think Mandelssohn would be wringing his
hands now or would he be sipping champagne at embassy
functions smiling at the memory of his best pal. Now,
the public we're supposed to not along and think, well,
we all make mistakes. Who among us has a misjudged
a convicted pedophile. No, Peter, this wasn't some obscure figure.
This wasn't a con artist who fooled everyone. Epstein's crimes
were public record. The only thing you were misled about
was how much you thought you could get away with.
And that's the real trick, isn't it. Mandelssohn didn't misjudge
Epstein's character. He misjudged the public's tolerance for his sleeves.
And Starmer's defense makes it even worse because when you
brush off something like this, you're not just defending Mandelssohn.
You're sending a signal to the public that political elites
can swim in the same SaaS pool over and over
and come out dry. A little handwave, a little lesson
learned and poof accountability of evaporates. We're talking about political
for breeze. Spray it around, pretend the stench is gone,
and hope nobody notices the rot underneath. Now it's also
painfully on brand for Mandelssohn, who's always been more comfortable
in the company of oligarchs, tycoons and jet setters than
regular citizens. Epstein was exactly the type of guy, rich, connected,
dripping with influence. That Epstein was also a predator. Well,
that was just a footnote to Peter until now, And
even now it's framed as an unfortunate association rather than
a grotesque betrayal of judgment and ethics. The words are
chosen carefully regret misled, mistake, never complicity, never enabling, and
certainly never accountability. The real kicker is how many times
we've heard this same line from Epstein's rolodex. I regret
it I was misled. It's the greatest hits of elite
damage control. Clinton Gates, Dershowitz, and al Mandelsson all victim
of Epstein's magical power of deception. If you weren't dead,
Epstein could have started a support group famous men who
claim they were fooled by me. They could have met weekly,
maybe at the four seasons, comparing notes on just how
darn charming Jeffrey was. And yet Mandelsson's version almost comes
off more pathetic because, unlike Clinton or Gates, whose ties
were more transactional, Peter went with the full on best palshtick.
That's friendship, affection, intimacy. He wasn't just hanging around Epstein
for connections. He was basking in the glow of his companionship.
The cringe practically drips from it. It wasn't I met
him once or I did some business. It was this guy,
this predator, he is my best pal. That level of
cynicism that even Mandelsson's worst critics couldn't have scripted better.
And now he wants us to believe it was all
just a misunderstanding, a youthful error in judgment, the product
of being misled at fifty years old, a veteran politician,
a man who could smell a backroom deal from a
mile away. But Epstein, Epstein, well just too wily, sure, Peter. Sure.
If Epstein had been alive during the Trojan War, Mandelssohn
would have been the guy holding the door open, saying
best pal Let's wheel in this lovely horse he gifted us.
So here we are watching Mandelssohn try to crawl out
from under this mess, while Starmer lends him a helping hand. Now,
mandelssh spent his career mastering the dark arts of spin,
only to be filled by his own words in a
birthday book, best Pal, two words that will stick to
him forever, like gum on a shoe. And the worst part,
he chose them himself. He wasn't set up, he wasn't framed.
He wrote them in his own hand, thinking it would
be a nice touch. It's a gift to cynics everywhere,
because if you ever needed proof that the political class
operates in a different universe, here it is. Ambassador can
openly admit he once called Epstein his best pal. Shrug,
say my bad and keep his job. Try calling your
boss's known predator friend your best pal, and see how
long you stay employed. Spoiler, you'd be fired before you
could finish your morning coffee. But for mandelssh Ah, little embarrassments,
some headlines, then business as usual. But in the end
Mandelssohn will survive this as he always does. The outrage
will burn bright for a week, Starmer will absorb the
heat and the establishment will move on, because in politics,
being wrong isn't the problem. It's being caught that's unforgivable.
And Peter Mandelsson, the Prince of Darkness, just got caught
with his best pal again, and they'll smirk his way
through it as he always has, as if nothing more
than a gaff had occurred. And so his legacy is
sealed not as a master strategist, not as a brilliant
political mind, but as the guy who thought Jeffrey Epstein
was a top tier friend, a best pal, a note
so cringeworthy it should be chiseled into his gravestone. Here
lies Peter Mandelssohn, best pal of Jeffrey Epstein. Now wouldn't
that be fitting? Maybe someone can even etch a little
doodle of two stick figures holding hands under a palm tree,
just to really capture the spirit of the thing. All
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found in the description box. What's up, everyone, and welcome
to another episode of the Epstein Chronicles. In this episode,
we're going to talk about Peter Mandelssh and him being
fired over his relationship with Jeffrey Epstein. Picture this the
United Kingdom, land of the stiff upper lips, powdered wigs
and pompous tradition, has just asked its very own ambassador
to the United States, and not for the usual sins
of diplomatic life. No, Peter Mandelsson wasn't felled because he
botched a trade deal or insulted a senator over cocktails,
or embarrass hims off at a state dinner by mistaking
the salad fork for the dessert spoon. He was taken
down for something much more deliciously absurd, because he couldn't
stop writing love notes to Jeffrey Epstein. Yeah, you heard
that correctly. Britain's top man in Washington was revealed to
be less a representative of his country and more of
a fawning penpal to one of the most notorious predators
of our time. And this wasn't just some old, dusty
correspondence buried in archives. No, these were emails dripping with
the sort of embarrassing loyalty that would even make Epstein
blush from beyond the grave. Mandelssohn didn't just suggest that
Epstein had been misunderstood. He didn't merely drop hints that
perhaps the legal system had been a bit too harsh.
He went full throttle sickophant, declaring Epstein's two thousand and
eight conviction wrongful, urging him to fight for early release,
and as if auditioning for the role of most gullible
friend and a bad after school special, he referred to
Epstein as his best pal, Yes, best pal, in writing
preserved for eternity, a monument to bad judgment. Let's pause here.
This was in some intern scribbling notes in crayon. This
was the UK's ambassador to the United States, a man
supposedly chosen for his judgment, his restraint, his ability to
navigate complex international relationships, and instead of projecting dignity and authority,
he was effectively sending Epstein a digital friendship Bracelet imagine
Washington staffers scrolling through these revelations and realizing the man
across the table from them at high level meetings was
secretly gushing over Epstein like a teenager at a boy
band concert. Best pal. Indeed, so now Mandelsson is gone, booted, ejected,
shown the door by Prime Minister Kara Starmer with a
speed that can only be described as mercifully ruthless. Now
Starmer didn't hesitate. He didn't convene a long inquiry or
waste time with endless committees, because he knew the jig
was up. He saw the emails. We saw the emails.
We read the words best pal. He read the words
best pal, and he probably spit his earl gray across
the cabinet table. Then, with all the ceremony of tossing
out a bag of spoil fish, he fired mandelsshn on
the spot. And that's the beauty of this scandal. It
doesn't need spin, it doesn't need context, it doesn't need
endless explanation. It explains itself. If you write fan mail
to Jeffrey Epstein, eventually those same emails are going to
write your obituary. Mandelsyn built a career on his reputation
as a survivor, a man who could wriggle free of
any scandal, who could reinvent himself time and time again.
But this time his words were so disgusting, so undeniable,
too stupid to spin. His legacy, once padded with titles
and honors, is now a punchline. The ambassador who lost
it all because he couldn't stop calling a convicted predator
his best pal. Peter Mandelsh went from being one of
the most skilled political survivors in Britain to Jeffrey Epstein's
unpaid fan club president in the blink of an eye.
One minute, he's shaking hands in DC as the UK's ambassador.
The next minute the emails are revealed, and suddenly we're
reading his embarrassingly cloying notes to a convicted predator. His
idea of statesmanship apparently wasn't securing Transatlantic deals or strengthening
Anglo American relations. It was defending Jeffrey Epstein's honor like
some knight and shining armor for the court of perverts.
And really, what's more dignified than watching one of Britain's
most polished politicians implode because he couldn't stop writing love
letters to the world's most infamous sex offender. Prime Minister
Kira Starmer, who probably thought appointing Mandelssinn was already pushing
the boundaries of credibility, must have opened those emails and
nearly spit out that tea. There's only so much you
can spin before even the best pr minds throw up
their hands and say, nope, you're on your own, mate.
Mandelsshn wasn't just guilty of poor judgment. He was guilty
of being caught in the most humiliating way possible. Imagine
trying to walk into Congress as the UK's man in
Washington with your diplomatic briefcase in hand, while half the
staffers are whispering. Isn't that the guy who called Jeffrey
Epstein his best pal? Not exactly the image of gravitas
Britain wants to project overseas, and the emails themselves, jo,
let's talk about how painful they are to read. These
aren't guarded, careful exchanges where Mandelsyn might plausibly argue he
was just being polite. No, these were full on fawning
notes where he gushes about Epstein's wrongful conviction, urges him
to fight for early release, and refers to him as
his best pal. Who the fuck even uses the phrase
best pal in professional correspondence, let alone when the recipient
is a convicted sex offender. It's like Mandelssh was trying
to channel a sad mix of middle school diary entry
and courtroom character reference. You have to expect to see
hearts dotted over them eyes now referring to Epstein as
his best pal as comedy gold all by itself. It's
the kind of juvenile phrasing that belongs in text messages
from middle schoolers, not an email from a senior statesman.
Never change, Jeff, see you this summer, BFF forever. Except,
of course, this wasn't about teenage melodrama. It was about
a man who ran one of the most infamous sex
trafficking operations in modern history. Mandelssyn could have chosen any
number of neutral diplomatic words associate, acquaintance, contact. Instead he
went with best pal. Nothing screams professional judgment, like endorsing
a predator as if he was your favorite golf buddy.
And this wasn't just about warm words. Mandelson actively egged
Epstein on, telling him to fight for early release, as
if the world was desperate to see him back on
the cocktail circuit. Telly Ho, keep your chin up, old sport.
I'm sure those meddlesome convictions will blow over in no time.
Mandelsshn transformed from ambassador to Epstein's unofficial PR consultant, except
he wasn't even getting paid for it. Starmer's decision to
fire him wasn't an act of bull political courage. It
was the political equivalent of taking out the trash before
it starts to smell. Leaving Mandelssyhn in place would have
been catastrophic, the sort of scandal that metastasizes and stains
everything it touches. Keeping him would have been like saying, sure,
we don't mind our ambassador praising convicted predators and writing
The only surprise is how quickly Starmer acted. Apparently this
one was such a political no brainer that the usual
committees and endless reports weren't even necessary. The speed of
Mandelssn's removal tells its own story. This wasn't one of
those long drawn out scandals where a politician clings to
office by his fingernails, denying everything, buying time. This shit
right here was a guillotine job. The minute those emails surfaced,
it was packed your things. You're done, No wiggle room,
no saving face. Starmer probably made the call before the
King even finished his morning toast, And you have to
think across the pond, there is a certain satisfaction in
watching someone who once fancied himself untouchable get cut down
so swiftly. Of course, you'll hear Mandelsson's defenders trot out
the tired old excuse everyone was fooled by Epstein. But
let's get real. Writing that someone's conviction was wrongful isn't
being fooled, it's choosing a side. This man wasn't naive.
He was loyal to power and money over decency. Epstein
didn't need defenders, and certainly not from men in high office.
Yet Mandelson volunteered to be one, practically begging to be
remembered as Epstein's rid die buddy. In fact, the entire
political class seemed to treat Epstein's crimes like some sort
of awkward full pod a dinner party, terribly unfortunate, oh boy,
bad press all around. Chin up. Mandelssohn's emails just ripped
away the veil and exposed the disgusting truth that the
soul called elite thought that Epstein wasn't a predator but
just a misunderstood chum. And not only is that scandalous,
it's symptomatic of a broader sickness in political culture. As
I've said a million times before, Epstein wasn't the outlier,
he was the mirror. If Epstein's best pal, Mandelssohn, then
you have to wonder about the rest of his social circle.
Who were his good pals, the casual pals, the drinking pals.
If this is the benchmark for friendship, then Mandelssoh's rolodex
must be a rogues gallery of the corrupt and compromised.
And to think he was entrusted to be the UK's
face in Washington, shaking hands and smiling privately cheerleading for
a sex offender. And we'd be remiss if we overlooked
the broader pattern. First it was Prince Andrew, now Mandelssohn.
At this rate, Buckingham Palace and Westminster might as well
start iseing Epstein themed resignation plaques. Congratulations, you're the latest
Epstein casualty. Britain has an uncanny knack for elevating men
who later get caught tripping over their ties to one
of history's most radioactive figures. At this point, it's not
a fluke, it's a habit. Now, for Starmer, the calculus
was obvious. Either dump Mandelsson's dumbass and try to scrub
the stain clean, or keep them and send a message
to the world that Britain's government doesn't really care about
Epstein ties. There was no middle ground. He chose survival,
and frankly, it's shocking he even had to think about
it that this was a choice at all shows how
broken the system is. Mandelsson should have been disqualified from
the job the minute Epstein connections first came up. And
now Mandelsson's legacy, if you want to call it, that
has a permanent mark. Fired for calling Jeffrey Epstein his
best pal. That's not going away. Every biography, every obituary,
every Wikipedia entry will feature it. This is not the
kind of scandal that fades with time. It sticks like
an embarrassing tattoo that you were talked into getting on
a trip to Tijuana, and the kind that you can
never laser off. His descendants will be explaining this long
after we're all gone. Yeah, Grandad was a big shot diplomat,
but he also loved to write to Jeffrey Epstein about
how unfairly he was treated, lovely family dinner conversation and look.
MANDELSSHN was supposed to be the consonate survivor, the man
who could slip out of any scandal like Houdini. For decades,
he wriggled, pivoted, reinvented, himself and kept climbing back. But
this time the emails were too damning, to grotesque, to unspinnable.
All it took was a few cringeworthy words best pal
to do what decades of scandals couldn't. He was taken
down not by the corruption charges or fell policy, but
by his own sycophantic correspondence. And it's almost poetic justice
that Epstein, in death continues to ruin lives. He ruined
countless victims lives while alive, and now from beyond the grave,
he's still detonating reputations. Mandelson thought his friendship with Epstein
was an asset, a way to cozy up to money
and influence. Instead, it became the very thing that destroyed them.
It's the ultimate cautionary teale. Align yourself with predators and
eventually you'll go down with them. Claiming Epstein was wrongfully
convicted now claiming that Jeffrey Epstein was wrongfully convicted is
the sort of line you'd expect to hear from a
lawyer cashing a seven figure retainer, not from a British diplomat.
But Mandelssyn gave it away for free. He played the
part of Epstein's volunteer defense counsel using his credibility and
his office to prop up a predator. The scandal also
lays bare the reality that the so called respectable elite
are a paper thin Oh they wear their tailored suits
and wield their lofty titles, but scratch the surface and
you find embarrassing, sickophantic letters to men like Epstein. We're
not talking about an isolated story here, it's the nature
of the class itself. Mandelssohn just happened to be stupid
enough to get caught on the record. Mandelssh's fall is
therefore less about Epstein personally and more about what he
represents a political culture where loyalty to power, money, and
connection always outweighs loyalty to truth, justice, or victims. Epstein
was just the most infamous example. Mandelssohn's career collapse not
because he didn't know better, but because he did and
chose Epstein anyway. In the end, Mandelsson's career didn't collapse
because of a bad speech or a bungled negotiation. It
collapsed because he couldn't resist treating a convicted sex offender
like his closest confidant. That's the final lesson here. When
the history books are written, Peter Mandelsson won't be remembered
for his diplomatic work, his political maneuvering, or his survival instinct.
He'll be remembered as the ambassador who got fired for
calling Jeffrey Epstein his best pal. And really, isn't that
just the perfect epitaph for the way the elites think.
All of the information that goes with this episode can
be found in the description box. What's up, everyone, and
welcome to another episode of the Epstein Chronicles. Hey, you
guys are gonna love this one. Lord Peter Mandelsson. Yeah,
that Mandelssohn, the guy who's been bounced around more times
than a pub dart is still managing to pull in
a six figure paycheck like it's his birthright. Booted from
your ambassador, gig, don't matter. The man still cashing checks
like he's putting in overtime down at the steel mill. Meanwhile,
the rest of us are breaking our backs, juggling bills
and wondering if we can afford to fill up the
goddamn gas tank. Look it, old Mandy Well, he sat
there in his velvet chair, sipping on his wine, milking
the system like it's his personal cow. Honestly, if this
isn't the purest example of how the elites never actually fall,
I don't know what is. They don't get fun, They
just get rerouted like some royal gravy train GPS. And
the most audacious part, we're supposed to believe this is
all just perfectly fine, Like, oh, sure you lose your
fancy job, but somehow you're still pulling in enough cash
to buy a new motor every month. For the rest
of us, losing a job means panic, scraping coins from
under the sofa. Hell, maybe even taking up a second
gig delivering kebab's at midnight. But for Mandelsyn, no way.
The man has a magic parachute, made a tax pair
of money and old boy connections. He lands soft every
single time, cushioned by the same system he's been leeching
off of for decades, and it's all insulting. Really, this
dude's career has more red flags than an Antifa parade, scandals, resignations,
dodgy deals. But he's like Teflon, nothing sticks you or me.
We get caught nicking off his pens and suddenly HR
is calling us in like it's a capital of fence.
But Mandelsn can get bounced out on his arse, as
they would say in England, and still walk away with
the pay packet that would keep three families afloat for
a year. Tell me again how this is a meritocracy,
because I must have missed that memo. And you can
almost picture it, uh shlubs queuing up at the gas
station counting pennies and him laughing it up. It's some
chandelier lit room, probably telling his mates how exhausting it
is to keep up with the gardner's invoices. It's the
same fucking story every bloody time. One rule for them,
another one for the rest of us. The working man
gets the boot, the bill, and the blame, while the
lords and ambassadors just keep breaking it in and the smugness.
You know, he's not sitting there embarrassed thinking maybe I
shouldn't have taken this money. Nah, he probably reckons he
deserves it, like he's doing us a favor by even existing,
by gracing us with his presence. Because make no mistake,
that's the mindset that these people have. They could burn
the whole place down, and when the smoke clears they'll
still be sitting on their six figure wagging a finger
at the rest of us for not trying hard enough.
So yeah, while the rest of us are praying that
the boiler doesn't break this winter, Lord Mandelson's laughing all
the way to the bank. Still remove from his ambassador role,
as if that means anything. When you're part of the club,
the rich don't get removed, They just get reassigned to
another fat check. Must be nice, huh. Today's article is
from the Daily Email and the headline Lord Mandelsson is
still being paid a six figure salary despite being sacked
as Britain's US ambassador more than two weeks ago. This
article was authored by Claire Ellicott Whitehall. Lord Mandelssohn has
left his official residence in Washington, but remains on the
Foreign Office payroll despite being sacked. The ousted US ambassador
was withdrawn from his role after sickening emails between him
and his best pal, child sex predator Jeffrey Epstein emerged.
Imagine being tagged Jeffrey Epstein's best pal, knowing what Jeffrey
Epstein was, and look, it's not like anybody's trying to
hamstring mister Mandelsson here, this is a disaster of his
own design. Nobody told him to be that close to Epstein.
Nobody told him to try and tell Epstein to beat
the case when it was first presented against them, and
then to continue to be friends with them. Well, guess what,
mister Mandelsson, You're getting everything you deserve now. However, he
is still employed by the Foreign Office and in receipt
of his six figure salary, which rivals the Prime ministers.
It is understood, how's the ambassador's pay rival the prime ministers?
How is that even possible? I mean, let's be real,
Being an ambassador seems like the easiest gig in the world,
unless you're in some place like, you know, Afghanistan or
some shit. Imagine being the UK ambassador to the United States.
What exactly do you have to do? Dinner parties, social functions,
not hang out with child molesters. Not very difficult. Despite
being removed from his post, the labor peer remains on
the books and is thought to have received more than
two weeks pay. Usually, diplomats who are withdrawn from their
post remain employed by the Foreign Office and are assigned
a new post. With this unlikely scenario for mister Mandelsshon.
There are questions about why he remains an employee. Well,
that's a good question. Why are the taxpayers of the
UK on the hook for paying this dude's salary? You
really think that the average UK worker wants to give
mandleson one single dollar? I mean, come on, people in
the UK are working to the bone to try and
put food on the table and then this guy comes
strolling in after you know, being outed as what he is,
and he's still drawn a paycheck. At what point did
the British people just say enough is enough? The amount
of pressure that the British society is under at this
point point is extreme and I don't know how much
bending it's going to continue to do before things break
and all hell breaks loose because people in the UK
in general have had enough with this. As an unlikely scenario.
In Mandelssohn's case, there are questions about why he remains
an employee. Foreign Office sources declined to comment on HR matters,
suggesting that there has not been a resolution in his case.
Not been a resolution? Huh, what is this a Catholic church?
We're just gonna shuffle this dude like a priest. Maybe
send him somewhere else. Imagine being the country that gets
Mandelssohn as their ambassador if they reshuffle him, talk about
the ultimate disrespect. But in contrast to a sacking from
Global Council, the firm he set up, he remains a
Foreign Office employee more than two weeks on. So he
got fired from his public job, but his government job, Nah,
no big deal, you can keep that. I mean, fucking
for real, public dollar is going to pay this guy.
He loses his private gig in the private sector, but
the government is dragging their feet about launching them. I
wonder why the Corporate Strategy company got rid of the
new labor architect just minutes after he was fired as
Britain's ambassador to Washington. It came after their wealthy clients
express concern about being tarnished by association with the peer
who defended this his pedophile friend Epstein. And remember it's
not like they were just buddies, right. He came out
and defended this dude straight up without any kind of shame.
We're talking about somebody that was already convicted of diddling
little girls. There is no excuse for it. There is
no explanation for it, and I really don't care what
you have to say. You're a disgusting piece of shit.
The downfall of Mandelssinn came after a series of embarrassing
emails emerged in which he attempted to help his friend
despite the charges against him. It took suh Kiah several
days to remove the disgrace peer from his post, despite
cabinet ministers and labor MPs expressing their disgust. Hell Secretary
West Streeting said he was completely disgusted by his behavior.
The former ambassador is said to have refused to resign,
not wanting to have been forced into the position for
a third time after previous humiliations. So this guy had
already had to resign different positions two times previously. Why
in the fuck do you think it's a good idea
to have him as the ambassador to the United States?
Who came up with that plan? Oh that's right, Kure
Starmer an absolute moron who should resign as well. His
formal status as ambassador was withdrawn with immediate effect, rather
than in a personal phone call between him and in Sircure.
A formal legal justification for his removal was reportedly drawn
up in the event that he refused to go quietly.
It's not clear whether this could be used in future
to remove him as an employee of the Foreign Office.
Allies claimed that Mandelssohn had admitted in his vetting interview
that he continued his relationship with Epstein for many years,
yet was appointed anyway. I believe that, honestly, they thought
that it didn't matter. They truly thought that this didn't
matter anymore, and nobody cared. Well. Breaking news we care,
and not just across the pond in America, but in
the UK too, And considering some of the conversations I've
had with people over in the UK recently, things aren't
looking good. People have had enough, and when people have enough,
well we all know what happens next. Shadow Foreign Secretary
Pretty Potel call for ministers to explain why taxpayers were
still paying Mandelssoh's salary cure. Starmer and his morally bankrupt
government are up to their neck and sleeves and appalling scandal,
she said, having lied to cover up the truth over
Mandelssohn's relationship with the convicted pedophile Epstein. It's scandalous to
discover that British taxpayers are still funding MANDELSSOHNS salary must
explain why taxpayers are still funding Mandelsson, why he has
not taken swift action to remove Mandelson's ties to the
British state, and when he will be honest with the
public and Epstein's victims and explain why he thought Mandelson's
appointment to the prestigious role as ambassador to the US
was justified in the first place. Probably a good idea,
but nobody will say shit, He'll just keep it moving.
These people truly believe they don't owe us any kind
of explanation. They're under the impression that they're in charge. Well,
their power comes from us, and I think it's about
time that we remind them that they don't get to
these positions unless we vote for them. And if you
continue your bullshit, well guess what you're gonna find yourself
unemployed with your boy Mandelsson. Upon his appointment as ambassador,
he took leave of absence from the Lords, which he
has to revoke to return. This is a formal process
and he must write the Lord's authority giving three months
notice of his return duties. He is not believed to
have made the contact, so far. US President Donald Trump,
who had forged a good relationship with Mandelsh, did not
learn of his removal until after it happened. The Foreign
Office declined to comment. Oh, I'm shocked that Donald Trump
and Mandelson were buddies. They're all part of the same club,
you know, the club that hates the rest of us.
But for some reason we put people like this on
a pedestal. I'll never understand it, But here we are anyway.
That's the club. They're all part of, all of them,
and you see the kind of backscratching that goes on.
Imagine if you went to work and your job found
out that you were coforting with a child molester. How
do you think your job would react. I know, as
somebody who was a manager at many different corporations, billion
dollar corporations, I would fire your ass quickly. It wouldn't
even be a conversation. Honestly, I'd bring you in the office,
I'd show you my proof, and I'd say, look, I
can't be associated with somebody who thinks touching children is
a good idea, So get the fuck out of my
office and never come back again. But when we're talking
about people like Mandelssin, people with money, with power, with wealth,
whole different ballgame, right, there's a process, there are steps
to go through, hoops to jump through. Well, the truth is,
none of that's true. They could get rid of Mandelssn
tomorrow if they want, but they don't want to, and
that's because to them, this stuff doesn't even matter. And
if it wasn't for everybody out there, meaning you, carrying
on and demanding transparency injustice, they just keep it moving
and Mandelssin would still be in that position and nobody
would care one bit, nobody in power. And that's the
sad truth that unless these people have their hand forced,
they're never going to do anything about their buddies. They're
never going to do anything about people that have the
power and the influence of somebody like Peter mandelssh unless
they're forced to do so. And then they do it
kicking and screaming. So hopefully Mandelsson's off the payroll very soon,
and then after that sent his ass directly into exile
with Prince Andrew and Sarah Ferguson. All right, folks, that's
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