October 16, 2025 • 15 mins
Prince Andrew’s downfall isn’t just a scandal — it’s a slow-motion collapse of entitlement meeting consequence. Virginia Giuffre’s memoir tore away the last shreds of his royal insulation, exposing a man who genuinely believed that abusing her was his birthright. That word alone sums up everything sick about the system that created him — the idea that status excuses cruelty, that power erases guilt. He wasn’t just a man caught in Epstein’s web; he was one of its willing predators, shielded by titles and arrogance. His denials, his pathetic defenses, his crocodile regret — they all ring hollow because underneath it all is a man who never thought he’d have to answer for anything.
Now he’s a national embarrassment — a walking monument to the rot of privilege. The world doesn’t see a prince anymore; it sees a coward who bought silence and mistook it for redemption. He turned “royal duty” into a sick joke, dragging a thousand years of monarchy through the mud just to protect his own skin. The palace can pretend he’s a private citizen now, but his disgrace stains the crown he once served under. No PR team can fix it. No amount of money can bury it. Prince Andrew will forever be remembered not for service or honor, but as the spoiled relic who thought rape was a privilege of birth — and found out, far too late, that the world had finally stopped bowing.
to contact me:
bobbycapucci@protonmail.com
source:
‘Prince Andrew believed having sex with me was his birthright’: Virginia Giuffre on her abuse at the hands of Epstein, Maxwell and the king’s brother | Jeffrey Epstein | The Guardian
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Now he’s a national embarrassment — a walking monument to the rot of privilege. The world doesn’t see a prince anymore; it sees a coward who bought silence and mistook it for redemption. He turned “royal duty” into a sick joke, dragging a thousand years of monarchy through the mud just to protect his own skin. The palace can pretend he’s a private citizen now, but his disgrace stains the crown he once served under. No PR team can fix it. No amount of money can bury it. Prince Andrew will forever be remembered not for service or honor, but as the spoiled relic who thought rape was a privilege of birth — and found out, far too late, that the world had finally stopped bowing.
to contact me:
bobbycapucci@protonmail.com
source:
‘Prince Andrew believed having sex with me was his birthright’: Virginia Giuffre on her abuse at the hands of Epstein, Maxwell and the king’s brother | Jeffrey Epstein | The Guardian
Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-epstein-chronicles--5003294/support.
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
What's up, everyone, and welcome to another episode of the
Epstein Chronicles. Prince Andrew sits there a grown man, a royal,
someone who's supposed to be an emblem of dignity and duty,
and in Virginia Roberts's own words, he treated her like
she was his birthright. That's the word she used, birthright,
(00:22):
like it was ordained by God himself that he could
just help himself to whoever was within reach. That kind
of arrogance doesn't just happen, folks, it's cultivated. It's the
product of being born into a palace where no one
ever tells you no, where your mistakes are covered up,
where your sins are brushed off as youthful indiscretions. And
(00:43):
now we see what that really meant. That you thought
people existed for your pleasure, and that being a winsor
gave you the green light to use them however you
pleased birthright. Let that word marinate for a second. It's
not confidence, it's corruption. It's a kind of twisted logic
that it can only come from someone who's lived so
long without consequence that they've forgotten what shame even feels like.
(01:07):
Prince Andrew wasn't born to server lead. He was born
and then told the world to bend for him. And
when it didn't bend fast enough, he just took what
he wanted. According to her account, that's exactly what he
did took. He took her innocence, her dignity, her peace
of mind, all under the delusion that somehow you deserved
it because of your title. Let's not pretend that this
(01:30):
is about confusion or bad memory or whatever your handlers
keep whispering into microphones. This shit's about power. You had it,
she didn't, and you used it like a weapon. You
walked into rooms knowing nobody would stop you. You were
surrounded by people who saw your crown, and they look
the other way. They always do. That's how predators like
you operate, in plain sight, protected by status, wrapped in
(01:53):
silk and secrecy. You remember the infamous newsnight interview, the
one where you claimed you didn't swear, where you look
like a man trying to out talk the truth itself. Yeah,
that's the moment the world saw through your act. You
weren't just embarrassed, you were exposed. And the more you talked,
the clearer it got that you weren't sorry, you were indignant?
(02:15):
How dare anyone question you right? How dare the peasants
accuse a prince of something so vile, that smug entitlement?
Who's that of you? Like poison? You didn't deny it
because it was unthinkable. You denied it because in your
head you didn't do anything wrong. You were exercising your rights.
But what you called your right was another human beings nightmare.
(02:40):
My friend Virginia wasn't a royal mistress. She wasn't an arrangement.
She was a traffic girl, caught in a predator's web.
Sold the monsters like you who thought power made them gods.
You were just another name on Epstein's list, buddy, another
rich parasite feeding on the vulnerable. And when it all
came crashing down, you hid behind me mummy's skirt and
(03:01):
your lawyer's briefcases. You bought your way out of court.
You avoided jail, you avoided questions, you avoided everything but
the truth. And that's what makes it so much worse,
because you didn't just hurt one person. You hurt every
survivor who's ever watched the rich get away with it.
You reinforce that disgusting message that there are two sets
(03:22):
of rules, one for the people who serve and one
for the people born to rule. You're the walk and
proof that justice bends for the powerful. You talk about loyalty, family,
and service, but you don't even understand the words. Loyalty
isn't buying silence, family isn't hiding behind a crown, and
service sure as hell isn't exploiting the powerless while the
(03:42):
world foots your bill. And the part that really makes
people sick is how you still carry yourself like the victim.
Like you were wronged, you were ambushed, you were tricked
by epstein. No, you were an adult man or royal,
with all the resources in the world to make the
moral choice, and you chow evil. You surrounded yourself with
predators and then acted shocked when people started calling you one.
(04:06):
Spare us the pity act. You're not cursed, you're corrupt.
You can polish your medals, pose for old photos, and
whisper about redemption all you want, but history has already
decided what you are. You're not a man of honor.
You're a cautionary tale, a royal reminder that when privilege
goes unchecked, it rots into something grotesque. You turned this
(04:29):
royal highness into a punchline, into shorthand for cowardice and
moral decay. So yeah, I despise it. I despise the arrogance,
the smug denial, the idea that your bloodlined somehow makes
what you did less vile. You didn't inherit divinity. You
inherited dysfunction. You're not olde reverence, You're owed a reckoning.
(04:49):
And every word of that memoir, every piece of testimony,
every photograph that surfaces, it chips away at the lie
that you built your life on. She found her voice,
she told story. You'll spend the rest of your life
trying to drown it out, but you can't, not with money,
not with lawyers, not with royal spin. The truth will
always scream louder than your bitch ass excuses. And that's
(05:12):
the part that finally feels right after all these years,
the man who thought he was untouchable has finally become
untouchable in the worst way possible. Nobody wants to touch
your name, your reputation, or your legacy ever. Again. Today's
article is from The Independent, and the headline Prince Andrew
(05:32):
believed having sex with me was his birthright. Virginia Roberts
memoir claims this article was authored by Harriet Bouchet. Prince
Andrew acted as though having sex with Virginia Roberts was
his birthright, she claimed in her memoir. Miss Roberts, who
was a central figure in the downfall of disgraced pedophile
(05:53):
financier Jeffrey Epstein, died at the age of forty one
in April, six months after completing the book, which lays
out new details of allegations of sexual abuse against Prince Andrew.
Miss Roberts, who settled the sexual assault lawsuit against the
Duke of York, alleges the Duke slept with her on
three separate occasions. Prince Andrew has always denied any wrongdoing.
(06:16):
Yeah with zero proof. Oh, I didn't do it. I
was at the pizza joint. I can't sweat. I would
never be caught in that kind of kid. Bro has
every excuse in the world, and none of them are worthwhile.
So I'll just straight up say it. You're a fucking liar,
Prince Andrew, a good for nothing, piece of shit liar.
(06:39):
In an extract of the book Nobody's Girl, a memoir
of surviving abuse and fighting for justice. Miss Roberts described
the prince as friendly enough but entitled, as she had
sex with them on various occasions, including while staying at
the house of Glenn Maxwell, Epstein's former girlfriend. You mean
co conspirator, all around scumbag, fellow, child abuser and bipa serpent, Right,
(07:00):
that's what you mean, near Hyde Park, London in March
of two thousand and one. The extract published in the
Guardian states Maxwell woke me up that morning by announcing
in a sing songy voice, get out of bed, sleepy head.
It was going to be a special day, she said,
just like Cinderella. I was going to meet a handsome prince.
(07:21):
A handsome prince. Handsome say what now. The memoir continues
that Maxwell then took her shopping for the occasion. I
put on the jeans on top, which left a strip
of my stomach exposed. Maxwell wasn't thrilled, but like most
teenage girls, then I idolized Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera,
and the third outfit was something I imagined the two
(07:43):
of them might wear. In the memoir, Miss Roberts states
when she first met Maxwell, her British accent reminded her
of Mary Poppins. And we've heard that from several different
survivors that they were really caught off guard by Glenn
Maxwell and her so called you know, pomp and circumstance.
They thought they were dealing with some highbrow English socialite. Meanwhile,
(08:07):
they had no idea they were dealing with the devil's
wife herself. She wrote that when she met Andrew, he
correctly guessed her age of seventeen years. The extract states,
my daughters are just a little younger than you, he
told me, explaining his accuracy. Can you imagine, bro, your
daughters are a little bit younger than this girl that
you're being set up with by Epstein and Maxwell to
(08:29):
have sex with. How can you moralize that? How do
you look at yourself and say, oh, you know what,
this is cool? What if it was your daughter? What
if your daughter was brought to some far flung location
and treated the same way. How would you feel then,
mister Prince. The book adds that Miss Roberts went to
get her camera in order for a photograph of the
(08:49):
encounter to be taken, which Epstein took. Well, yeah, Maxwell,
Prince Andrew and Virginia are in the picture. Makes sense
that egg dick derelict Epstein is the one that took
the picture. It says, I suddenly thought of something. My
mom would never forgive me if I met someone who's
famous as Prince Andrew and didn't post for a picture. Well, yeah,
(09:11):
imagine being a kid being told you're going to meet
a prince. That has to be pretty exciting, right, Oh man,
I'm going to meet a prince. You have this idea
in your head of you know, this great guy, maybe
a night somebody that protects the weak. But no, instead
you get Prince Andrew. Talk about a fucking letdown. It
(09:33):
continues to describe Miss Roberts going to the Tramp nightclub
with Andrew and ads he was sort of a bumbling dancer,
and I remember he sweated profusely, and of course Prince
Andrew during the interview with Newsnight, denied that he could
even sweat. I don't sweat, What are you crazy? I
have a condition from my time in the war, right,
and I'm in the next strong man's competition. The extract
(09:55):
continues to describe how they return to the house and
how she claims she and Andrew a bath before they
had sex. It states he was friendly enough but still entitled,
as if he believed having sex with me was his birthright. Well, yeah,
everything he did right, everything the guy did. I'm a prince.
I can do whatever I want. Who's gonna tell me no?
(10:17):
I'll go tell my mom. She said that Epstein paid
her fifteen thousand dollars for servicing the man the tabloids
called Randy Andy, and there's no doubt that that's a
good name. But I think the Joe exotic of the
Windsor family is way more fitting. The memoir also includes
to other occasions the Duke was alleged to have had
(10:37):
sex with miss Roberts, including in New York a month
later and on Epstein's private island in the US Virgin
Islands when she was around eighteen. Epstein was found dead
in his cell at a federal jail in Manhattan in
New York in August of twenty nineteen, while he awaited
trial on sex trafficking charges. His death was ruled the suicide.
(10:57):
In subsequent lawsuits, it was said Miss Roberts was a
SPA attendant at mar A Lago US President Donald Trump's
Palm Beach club when She was approached in two thousand
by Epstein's former girlfriend. You mean co conspirator, all around scumbag,
child abuser and bipudal serpent. Get it right, Wholane Maxwell.
(11:18):
Maxwell was sentenced to twenty years in prison in New
York in June of twenty twenty two after being found
guilty of helping to recruit his underage victims and also
abusing them. Let's not forget that part. Miss Roberts was
hired as a missust for Epstein and was flown around
the world for meetings with men at his behest while
she was seventeen and eighteen. In a Newsnight interview with
(11:40):
BBC's Emily Maitliss in November of twenty nineteen, Andrew denied
claims that he slept with Miss Roberts, saying I can
absolutely categorically tell you it never happened. I have no
recollection of ever meeting this lady, none whatsoever. Meanwhile, there's
a picture. Meanwhile, we all know you're lying. How about
the email you sent to Epstein. The whole entire house
(12:03):
of cards is now collapsing on itself. The question is
will he be held accountable? Unfortunately, I think we all
know the answer. The Duke also said he has no
memory of a well known photograph of him with his
arm around Miss Roberts's waist at Maxwell's house, and his
questioned whether it was his own hand in the image.
(12:25):
Andrew claimed in the Newsnight interview that he had a
medical condition in two thousand and one after suffering an
overdose of adrenaline in the Falklands War, where he was
shot at That meant he did not sweat. He said
the alleged encounter with Miss Roberts in two thousand and
one did not happen, and he spent the day with
his daughter Princess Beatrice, taking her to Pizza Express and
(12:46):
woking for a party. Buckingham Palace declined to comment. The
Duke's representatives have been contacted for a comment. And you
know what's ironic about all of this, Andy, You spent
your whole damn life thinking the Crown or protect you
no matter what you did, no matter how deep you
sunk into filth, the palace walls would hold and Mummy's
(13:07):
name would keep you safe. Guess what The Crown can't
wash the stench off you. There isn't enough royal soap
in Buckingham Palace to scrub away what you did. You
were born into gold and somehow still managed to come
out looking like shit. You called it birthright, as if
abusing someone was written into your DNA, as if blue
(13:28):
blood comes with a free pass to be a monster.
The truth is your birthright is a curse. Every time
your name's mentioned, people don't think of your honor or
service anymore. They think a sweat lies and your shame.
You've poisoned your own bloodline worse than any scandal in
modern royal history. You turned your royal highness into your
(13:49):
royal grossness, and the kicker You still don't get it.
You think this will all fade, that time, money and
the next Netflix show about the Windsors will bury the story.
But this isn't just gossip. It's a stain. You'll never
outlive it because you earned it. You built it, brick
by brick. The arrogance, the sleeves, the cowardice. You're the
(14:10):
kind of man who hides behind lawyers while the women
you hurt has to keep your living or trauma in print.
Look around you, Andy, nobody's cheering, nobody's bowing. The guards
at the gate, look away, when your name's mentioned. Even
the tabloids, those professional boot liquors, can't save your image anymore.
You've become a punchline in a country that stopped laughing.
(14:32):
You've taken a thousand year a monarchy and turned it
into a meme. You wanted privilege, you got it. You
wanted power, you used it like a weapon. You want
it to be untouchable. Well, congratulations, no one wants to
touch you. You've become radioactive, a walking reminder of everything
the British public despises about power, the arrogance, the entitlement,
(14:53):
the rod at the top that thinks it can do
anything and still sit at the head of the table.
So yeah, Prince Andrew, you might still have your titles,
your estates, your royal pension, but you lost the only
thing that ever mattered. Respect. People see you for what
you are now, not a prince, not a patriot, not
even a man, just a spoiled, delusional relic who thought
(15:14):
rape was his birthright and accountability was beneath him. You've
become the ghost of your own disgrace, and there's no knighthood,
no settlement, and no palace big enough to hide from that.
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What's up, everyone, and welcome to another episode of the
Epstein Chronicles. Prince Andrew sits there a grown man, a royal,
someone who's supposed to be an emblem of dignity and duty,
and in Virginia Roberts's own words, he treated her like
she was his birthright. That's the word she used, birthright,
(00:22):
like it was ordained by God himself that he could
just help himself to whoever was within reach. That kind
of arrogance doesn't just happen, folks, it's cultivated. It's the
product of being born into a palace where no one
ever tells you no, where your mistakes are covered up,
where your sins are brushed off as youthful indiscretions. And
(00:43):
now we see what that really meant. That you thought
people existed for your pleasure, and that being a winsor
gave you the green light to use them however you
pleased birthright. Let that word marinate for a second. It's
not confidence, it's corruption. It's a kind of twisted logic
that it can only come from someone who's lived so
long without consequence that they've forgotten what shame even feels like.
(01:07):
Prince Andrew wasn't born to server lead. He was born
and then told the world to bend for him. And
when it didn't bend fast enough, he just took what
he wanted. According to her account, that's exactly what he
did took. He took her innocence, her dignity, her peace
of mind, all under the delusion that somehow you deserved
it because of your title. Let's not pretend that this
(01:30):
is about confusion or bad memory or whatever your handlers
keep whispering into microphones. This shit's about power. You had it,
she didn't, and you used it like a weapon. You
walked into rooms knowing nobody would stop you. You were
surrounded by people who saw your crown, and they look
the other way. They always do. That's how predators like
you operate, in plain sight, protected by status, wrapped in
(01:53):
silk and secrecy. You remember the infamous newsnight interview, the
one where you claimed you didn't swear, where you look
like a man trying to out talk the truth itself. Yeah,
that's the moment the world saw through your act. You
weren't just embarrassed, you were exposed. And the more you talked,
the clearer it got that you weren't sorry, you were indignant?
(02:15):
How dare anyone question you right? How dare the peasants
accuse a prince of something so vile, that smug entitlement?
Who's that of you? Like poison? You didn't deny it
because it was unthinkable. You denied it because in your
head you didn't do anything wrong. You were exercising your rights.
But what you called your right was another human beings nightmare.
(02:40):
My friend Virginia wasn't a royal mistress. She wasn't an arrangement.
She was a traffic girl, caught in a predator's web.
Sold the monsters like you who thought power made them gods.
You were just another name on Epstein's list, buddy, another
rich parasite feeding on the vulnerable. And when it all
came crashing down, you hid behind me mummy's skirt and
(03:01):
your lawyer's briefcases. You bought your way out of court.
You avoided jail, you avoided questions, you avoided everything but
the truth. And that's what makes it so much worse,
because you didn't just hurt one person. You hurt every
survivor who's ever watched the rich get away with it.
You reinforce that disgusting message that there are two sets
(03:22):
of rules, one for the people who serve and one
for the people born to rule. You're the walk and
proof that justice bends for the powerful. You talk about loyalty, family,
and service, but you don't even understand the words. Loyalty
isn't buying silence, family isn't hiding behind a crown, and
service sure as hell isn't exploiting the powerless while the
(03:42):
world foots your bill. And the part that really makes
people sick is how you still carry yourself like the victim.
Like you were wronged, you were ambushed, you were tricked
by epstein. No, you were an adult man or royal,
with all the resources in the world to make the
moral choice, and you chow evil. You surrounded yourself with
predators and then acted shocked when people started calling you one.
(04:06):
Spare us the pity act. You're not cursed, you're corrupt.
You can polish your medals, pose for old photos, and
whisper about redemption all you want, but history has already
decided what you are. You're not a man of honor.
You're a cautionary tale, a royal reminder that when privilege
goes unchecked, it rots into something grotesque. You turned this
(04:29):
royal highness into a punchline, into shorthand for cowardice and
moral decay. So yeah, I despise it. I despise the arrogance,
the smug denial, the idea that your bloodlined somehow makes
what you did less vile. You didn't inherit divinity. You
inherited dysfunction. You're not olde reverence, You're owed a reckoning.
(04:49):
And every word of that memoir, every piece of testimony,
every photograph that surfaces, it chips away at the lie
that you built your life on. She found her voice,
she told story. You'll spend the rest of your life
trying to drown it out, but you can't, not with money,
not with lawyers, not with royal spin. The truth will
always scream louder than your bitch ass excuses. And that's
(05:12):
the part that finally feels right after all these years,
the man who thought he was untouchable has finally become
untouchable in the worst way possible. Nobody wants to touch
your name, your reputation, or your legacy ever. Again. Today's
article is from The Independent, and the headline Prince Andrew
(05:32):
believed having sex with me was his birthright. Virginia Roberts
memoir claims this article was authored by Harriet Bouchet. Prince
Andrew acted as though having sex with Virginia Roberts was
his birthright, she claimed in her memoir. Miss Roberts, who
was a central figure in the downfall of disgraced pedophile
(05:53):
financier Jeffrey Epstein, died at the age of forty one
in April, six months after completing the book, which lays
out new details of allegations of sexual abuse against Prince Andrew.
Miss Roberts, who settled the sexual assault lawsuit against the
Duke of York, alleges the Duke slept with her on
three separate occasions. Prince Andrew has always denied any wrongdoing.
(06:16):
Yeah with zero proof. Oh, I didn't do it. I
was at the pizza joint. I can't sweat. I would
never be caught in that kind of kid. Bro has
every excuse in the world, and none of them are worthwhile.
So I'll just straight up say it. You're a fucking liar,
Prince Andrew, a good for nothing, piece of shit liar.
(06:39):
In an extract of the book Nobody's Girl, a memoir
of surviving abuse and fighting for justice. Miss Roberts described
the prince as friendly enough but entitled, as she had
sex with them on various occasions, including while staying at
the house of Glenn Maxwell, Epstein's former girlfriend. You mean
co conspirator, all around scumbag, fellow, child abuser and bipa serpent, Right,
(07:00):
that's what you mean, near Hyde Park, London in March
of two thousand and one. The extract published in the
Guardian states Maxwell woke me up that morning by announcing
in a sing songy voice, get out of bed, sleepy head.
It was going to be a special day, she said,
just like Cinderella. I was going to meet a handsome prince.
(07:21):
A handsome prince. Handsome say what now. The memoir continues
that Maxwell then took her shopping for the occasion. I
put on the jeans on top, which left a strip
of my stomach exposed. Maxwell wasn't thrilled, but like most
teenage girls, then I idolized Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera,
and the third outfit was something I imagined the two
(07:43):
of them might wear. In the memoir, Miss Roberts states
when she first met Maxwell, her British accent reminded her
of Mary Poppins. And we've heard that from several different
survivors that they were really caught off guard by Glenn
Maxwell and her so called you know, pomp and circumstance.
They thought they were dealing with some highbrow English socialite. Meanwhile,
(08:07):
they had no idea they were dealing with the devil's
wife herself. She wrote that when she met Andrew, he
correctly guessed her age of seventeen years. The extract states,
my daughters are just a little younger than you, he
told me, explaining his accuracy. Can you imagine, bro, your
daughters are a little bit younger than this girl that
you're being set up with by Epstein and Maxwell to
(08:29):
have sex with. How can you moralize that? How do
you look at yourself and say, oh, you know what,
this is cool? What if it was your daughter? What
if your daughter was brought to some far flung location
and treated the same way. How would you feel then,
mister Prince. The book adds that Miss Roberts went to
get her camera in order for a photograph of the
(08:49):
encounter to be taken, which Epstein took. Well, yeah, Maxwell,
Prince Andrew and Virginia are in the picture. Makes sense
that egg dick derelict Epstein is the one that took
the picture. It says, I suddenly thought of something. My
mom would never forgive me if I met someone who's
famous as Prince Andrew and didn't post for a picture. Well, yeah,
(09:11):
imagine being a kid being told you're going to meet
a prince. That has to be pretty exciting, right, Oh man,
I'm going to meet a prince. You have this idea
in your head of you know, this great guy, maybe
a night somebody that protects the weak. But no, instead
you get Prince Andrew. Talk about a fucking letdown. It
(09:33):
continues to describe Miss Roberts going to the Tramp nightclub
with Andrew and ads he was sort of a bumbling dancer,
and I remember he sweated profusely, and of course Prince
Andrew during the interview with Newsnight, denied that he could
even sweat. I don't sweat, What are you crazy? I
have a condition from my time in the war, right,
and I'm in the next strong man's competition. The extract
(09:55):
continues to describe how they return to the house and
how she claims she and Andrew a bath before they
had sex. It states he was friendly enough but still entitled,
as if he believed having sex with me was his birthright. Well, yeah,
everything he did right, everything the guy did. I'm a prince.
I can do whatever I want. Who's gonna tell me no?
(10:17):
I'll go tell my mom. She said that Epstein paid
her fifteen thousand dollars for servicing the man the tabloids
called Randy Andy, and there's no doubt that that's a
good name. But I think the Joe exotic of the
Windsor family is way more fitting. The memoir also includes
to other occasions the Duke was alleged to have had
(10:37):
sex with miss Roberts, including in New York a month
later and on Epstein's private island in the US Virgin
Islands when she was around eighteen. Epstein was found dead
in his cell at a federal jail in Manhattan in
New York in August of twenty nineteen, while he awaited
trial on sex trafficking charges. His death was ruled the suicide.
(10:57):
In subsequent lawsuits, it was said Miss Roberts was a
SPA attendant at mar A Lago US President Donald Trump's
Palm Beach club when She was approached in two thousand
by Epstein's former girlfriend. You mean co conspirator, all around scumbag,
child abuser and bipudal serpent. Get it right, Wholane Maxwell.
(11:18):
Maxwell was sentenced to twenty years in prison in New
York in June of twenty twenty two after being found
guilty of helping to recruit his underage victims and also
abusing them. Let's not forget that part. Miss Roberts was
hired as a missust for Epstein and was flown around
the world for meetings with men at his behest while
she was seventeen and eighteen. In a Newsnight interview with
(11:40):
BBC's Emily Maitliss in November of twenty nineteen, Andrew denied
claims that he slept with Miss Roberts, saying I can
absolutely categorically tell you it never happened. I have no
recollection of ever meeting this lady, none whatsoever. Meanwhile, there's
a picture. Meanwhile, we all know you're lying. How about
the email you sent to Epstein. The whole entire house
(12:03):
of cards is now collapsing on itself. The question is
will he be held accountable? Unfortunately, I think we all
know the answer. The Duke also said he has no
memory of a well known photograph of him with his
arm around Miss Roberts's waist at Maxwell's house, and his
questioned whether it was his own hand in the image.
(12:25):
Andrew claimed in the Newsnight interview that he had a
medical condition in two thousand and one after suffering an
overdose of adrenaline in the Falklands War, where he was
shot at That meant he did not sweat. He said
the alleged encounter with Miss Roberts in two thousand and
one did not happen, and he spent the day with
his daughter Princess Beatrice, taking her to Pizza Express and
(12:46):
woking for a party. Buckingham Palace declined to comment. The
Duke's representatives have been contacted for a comment. And you
know what's ironic about all of this, Andy, You spent
your whole damn life thinking the Crown or protect you
no matter what you did, no matter how deep you
sunk into filth, the palace walls would hold and Mummy's
(13:07):
name would keep you safe. Guess what The Crown can't
wash the stench off you. There isn't enough royal soap
in Buckingham Palace to scrub away what you did. You
were born into gold and somehow still managed to come
out looking like shit. You called it birthright, as if
abusing someone was written into your DNA, as if blue
(13:28):
blood comes with a free pass to be a monster.
The truth is your birthright is a curse. Every time
your name's mentioned, people don't think of your honor or
service anymore. They think a sweat lies and your shame.
You've poisoned your own bloodline worse than any scandal in
modern royal history. You turned your royal highness into your
(13:49):
royal grossness, and the kicker You still don't get it.
You think this will all fade, that time, money and
the next Netflix show about the Windsors will bury the story.
But this isn't just gossip. It's a stain. You'll never
outlive it because you earned it. You built it, brick
by brick. The arrogance, the sleeves, the cowardice. You're the
(14:10):
kind of man who hides behind lawyers while the women
you hurt has to keep your living or trauma in print.
Look around you, Andy, nobody's cheering, nobody's bowing. The guards
at the gate, look away, when your name's mentioned. Even
the tabloids, those professional boot liquors, can't save your image anymore.
You've become a punchline in a country that stopped laughing.
(14:32):
You've taken a thousand year a monarchy and turned it
into a meme. You wanted privilege, you got it. You
wanted power, you used it like a weapon. You want
it to be untouchable. Well, congratulations, no one wants to
touch you. You've become radioactive, a walking reminder of everything
the British public despises about power, the arrogance, the entitlement,
(14:53):
the rod at the top that thinks it can do
anything and still sit at the head of the table.
So yeah, Prince Andrew, you might still have your titles,
your estates, your royal pension, but you lost the only
thing that ever mattered. Respect. People see you for what
you are now, not a prince, not a patriot, not
even a man, just a spoiled, delusional relic who thought
(15:14):
rape was his birthright and accountability was beneath him. You've
become the ghost of your own disgrace, and there's no knighthood,
no settlement, and no palace big enough to hide from that.
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