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Speaker 1 (00:00):
What's up, everyone, and welcome to another episode of the
Epstein Chronicles. One of the most wild things that we've
talked about in the last few days is the battle
that has erupted over Virginia's estate and the fact that
we have a housekeeper and her ex lawyer vying for
control of her estate trying to carve themselves a slice
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is just straight up disgusting, especially considering that they're going
to court against her kids. As if there's any debate
about who should get the lion's share of all of
Virginia's estate, it is her children after the creditors are
paid off. Nobody else should even show up to the
table with a fork and knife thinking they're going to eat,
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because as far as I'm concerned, you can eat shit.
This episode was published by ABC News and the headline
sons of Virginia Roberts, who accused Andrew and Epstein see
control of her estate. This article was authored by Rod McGirk. Now,
this is a relatively short article, so we're just going
to read through it and then I'll give you my
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opinion after that. Lawyers for two sons of Virginia Roberts,
her housekeeper and her former attorney appeared in Australian court
Friday in a case deciding who controls her estate. Roberts
was the highest profile accuser of sex offender Jeffrey Epstein,
and she settled a lawsuit for an undisclosed sum in
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twenty twenty two against then Prince Andrew now known as
Andrew Mountbatten Windsor after he was stripped of his royal
titles over his association with Jeffrey Epstein. She died by
suicide in April at the age of forty one at
her farm in Western Australia State, without leaving a will.
The only adults of her three children, Christian and Noah,
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filed a case in the State Supreme Court in June
to gain control of their mother's estate, including property in
Western Australia where she had lived for years and potential
revenue from her memoir Nobody's Girl. The memoir, released last month,
expands on her claims that she was sexually trafficked as
a teen by the late financier to billionaires, politicians, and
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King Charles the Third's brother, Mal Batton Windsor categorically rejected
the allegations and said he didn't recall having met her.
The brothers want the court to appoint them administrators of
their mother's estate. The brother's application is opposed by Virginia
roberts former housekeeper and caregiver, Cheryl Myers, and her former
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Perth based attorney, Carrie Lowdin. The women want to be
made administrators. Now, why would you want to do that?
Here's an idea. Go find something else to do with
your time. You've already been paid and if not, you
can seek the money from the estate. But where in
the hell do you get off trying to be the administrator.
A temporary administrator was appointed this week to manage the estate.
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The first court hearing in the case was held Friday,
and another will be scheduled next year. Lawyers on Friday
discussed the range of issues, including whether Virginia Robert's daughter,
who cannot be named for legal reasons, and her estranged
husband should become parties in the case. Virginia Roberts separated
from her husband and children this year. She had been
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charged with breaching a family violence restraining order over an
incident in February, and died before she was to appear
in court over the matter. All right, so that's the
news now, let's get into what I think about all
of this nonsense. Can someone, anyone explain to me how
we got to a point where a former lawyer and
a fucking housekeeper think that they're entitled to carve themselves
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a slice at a Virginia Roberts estate like they're lining
up at a Golden Corral buffet. I mean, really, I'm
sitting here trying to wrap my head around this level
of delusion in greed, and my brain cells are staging
a walkout. This woman spent her entire life fighting like
hell against a cabala monsters, and now when she's gone,
when the ink isn't even dry on the obituary, here
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come twiddled and tweedled dumbass waddling onto the scene like
they're the rightful errors to the throne. And for what
for being adjacent, for being in proximity, for vacuuming near greatness?
Since when does dusting someone's end table give you a
rightful claim on their life's work? Should I start sending
invoices to every celebrity whose music I listened to in
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my car, because apparently if you're near something long enough,
you're automatically owed half of it. What kind of warped
ass carnival mural world is this. So let's start with
Exhibit A. The ex lawyer. Oh yeah, the noble legal representative,
defender of justice, champion of ethics, unless there's a payday involved,
in which case strip away the scales of justice, and
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suddenly it's back alley auction and she's trying to liquidate
the estate like she's running a scratch and dent warehouse.
You'd think somebody who spend time writing legal arguments about
victimization might have retained even a microscopic molecule of integrity.
But nah, integrity packed it shit and left ten the
second money hit the radar. And then of course we
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got the housekeeper, the fucking housekeeper. Really, really, this is
where we are now as a species, the level of
self importance it takes to think, you know what, I
deserve some of that estate money too, for doing chores,
for flipping pillows and wiping down countertops. Since when does
cleaning someone's house entitle you to inherit it. If that's
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the rule, now every single made in Beverly Hills is
about to become a billionaire overnight. Meanwhile, all we should
be talking about is the kids, you know, the ones
who just lost our mother, the ones whose entire world
has been turned inside out and upside down, the ones
who should be grieving privately, without parasites crawling up from
the sewer grate to see what they can extract. How
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in the actual hell does someone look at mourning children
and think, yeah, let's shake them down. You have to
be a moral corpse to land on that conclusion and
don't even come at me with, well, they provided services,
no shit, and they got paid for those services. That's
how employment works. You do a job, you receive compensation,
the transaction ends. You don't get to follow the family
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around like a vulture waiting for a body to cool off.
Nobody's handing out loyalty reward cards for proximity to tragedy.
And look, this isn't even more, Lee Gray. This isn't complicated,
This isn't nuanced. This is textbook read. This is what
happens when money becomes oxygen. This is the kind of
behavior that makes you wonder if we need to start
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licensing who's allowed to interact with other human beings, because
clearly the screening process is failed somewhere. Imagine having the
gall to step into a courtroom and declare under oath
with a straight face, that you deserve part of a
dead woman's estate over her own children. How do you
not spontaneously combust from shame. I would dissolve into ash.
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I would apologize to the universe and crawl into a
shame cave and never resurface. Not these two throughout here
throwing confetti like they just solve world hunger. And what
the hell the argument? Anyway? What's the legal stance, your honor?
We dusted the mantle and therefore deserve half. I once
send an email on our behalf, and shall now claim
the kingdom? Are we doing medieval feudalism again? Should we
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knight the gardener while we're at it? And how disgusting
is the timing? It's the fact that they waited until
she was gone. They didn't dare try this while Virginia
was alive because they know exactly how it would have gone.
They would have been launched into orbit without a helmet.
But now now they see grief and vulnerability and think jackpot.
It's the moral equivalent of looting a house while the
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firefighters are still dragging hoses through the living room. Actually,
no scratch that looters at least have the decency to
do it quietly, and don't think for a second that
the public isn't taken notes. People have had enough of
opportunistic barnacles who treat tragedy like a sweepsteak's entry. These
two geniuses have officially secured their legacy. They'll poster children
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for what happens when greed rots the brain like wet
dry wall. You ever see someone trip on a sidewalk
because they're so busy looking at their phone that they
face plan into a bush. That's these clowns, except instead
of a bush, it's national outrage. Instead of a scrape knee,
it's the annihilation of their reputations. There is a special
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circle of hell reserved for people who pray on grief.
They'll sit right between ticket scalpers and people who fake
injuries for lawsuits. The only thing missing is a neon
sign that says this is why people hate humanity. So yeah,
miss me with the But they're entitled conversation. They're entitled
to a chair, a sandwich, and a long walk off
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a short pier. The only people who should receive one
penny from the estate are Virginia's children, not the lawyer,
not the housekeeper, not the ups guy, not the person
who wants held the door open for her at Starbucks.
Greed is a disease, and these two are in the
final stage infection, terminal, no cure. And when this blows
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up in their faces, and it will, I hope they
enjoyed the sound of the door slamming shut on their
own dignity, not that they had any to begin with.
Because if you look at a dead woman's kids and
see a target instead of a responsibility, you don't deserve money.
You deserve exile. But unfortunately, I guess that's where we're at, folks,
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a world where a mother is barely in the ground,
where her kids are staring down the barrel of a
future they never asked for. And instead of compassion, instead
of space to grieve, what shows up two opportunists crawling
out of the drywall like termites with lawsuits in their teeth,
trying to pry loose whatever scraps they can sink into,
not because they need it, not because they deserve it,
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but because they smelled money, and their souls evaporated. If
you ever wanted to see the purest most unfiltered form
of greed. You're looking at it right now. I mean,
usually we're talking about Wall Street bankers, or a hedge
fund ghoul, or some billionaire cartoon villain twirling a monocle.
But this time it's a lawyer and a housekeeper elbowing
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their way past children who lost their mother. That's who
decided that there wants matter more than these kids needs.
There's no lesson here, no moral arc bending towards justice,
no grant reviewal just the same ass rotten truth we
keep being force fed. When there's money on the line,
humanity leaves the room and the scavengers come marching in.
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And if you ever wondered why people are so goddamn
angry all the time, why nobody trusts anyone anymore, why
cynicism is the fault setting now look no further, because
if this is what we're calling normal, if this is
up for debate, if this is even a conversation, we're
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