Jeffrey, Andrew, Charles.

Well there goes another day. Strange one. The day the ex-duke was arrested on his birthday, a day after mine. He 66, me 77, both multiples of the notorious 11 so prominant in most of the terror events we have been subject to since '9/11'. It takes me back to 1960 and 1971, 1982 and 1993.

Besides Andrew now being questioned about passing sensitive state information to Jeffrey Epstein, a trafficker of girls, and no doubt boys if required, for the sexual pleasure of rich men, for the purpose of influence and control, it puts the Monarchy in the most precarious position it has been in since the death of Diana, and before that, Edward VIII's abdication. 

Central to that has been the Palace's attempts under both Queen Elizabeth and King Charles, to cover up Andrew's behaviour over decades, culminating in paying to the late Virginia Guiffre, formerly Roberts, a female he claimed he had never met or known, twelve million pounds as a settlement for her civil case against him. 

It is clear Andrew had a voracious sexual appetite. Not for nothing was he called 'Randy Andy' from the 1980's onwards. It was satisfied by women who provided such services professionally. This was obviously known to the Police and Palace Authorities but not shared to the public for obvious reputational reasons. One Palace Policeman, Paul Page, has given many interviews, claiming that young women visited Andrew on a regular basis late at night at Buckingham Palace itself.

Clearly this risky behaviour was not controlled but it must have been monitored, as, at great public expense he was provided with constant and close personal Police protection. 

Inside Epstein's town house.

Thus the scandal is not just a personal one for Andrew, but reaches to his mother the Queen, his brother the King and the highest reaches of the Political Establishment. 

Despite this well-known reputation, Tony Blair on the recommendation apparently of the then Buisness Secretary Peter Mandelson, he was appointed as the Department of Trade Trade Envoy in 2001 and served in that position, travelling the world, until 2011. 

It is in connection with this role and how he handled trade sensitive and confidential information, that he is now being interviewed under caution  by Thames Valley Police,  not it should be noted in connection his sexual activities. But it is the shadow of the latter, particularly in the context of convicted sex offender Jeffrey Epstein, that haunts the story. 

Andrew's claim when interviewed by the BBC's Emily Maitlis seven years ago, that the photo of him with his arm around the then seventeen year old Virginia Roberts, taken by Jeffrey Epstein at Gislaine Maxwell's London House, was a fake and he had never been there or met her (the late Virginia claims in her book they had sex three times at different locations) has been proved by the Epstein Paper's and Gislaine Maxwell's testimony to be a lie.

Of course the Palace must have known this at the time via its Police and MI5 sources, but chose not to reveal the fact, effectively protecting the then Duke of York. 

Inevitably therefore this unseely matter will not stop with the arrest of Andrew Mountbatten Windsor. The damage will creep out and up, probably making the King's position untenable. 

Consenting sex with adults, either hetero- or homo-sexual is not a crime. Sex without consent and sex with under-age persons, is. However Epstein was well known to prefer under age females - he denied at his civil deposition that he was either homo- or bi-sexual - and was convicted of sex with a minor in 2008 in a so-called "sweet heart deal".

Given the very close - despite his denial of such - connection between the Duke and his ex-wife, Sarah Ferguson, with Epsein, both before and after the conviction, the question still remains whether Andrew Mountbatten Windsor engaged in illegal sexual relations with girls either in Britain or America? The following released photograph certainly raises questions.

Given the fact that in these matters he has been proved to lie, his long-held denials carry less weight. 

The ramifications of his and others', in particular Peter Mandelson's, association with Jeffrey Epstein can only get wider, deeper and more profound for both Government and Monarchy. There is no doubting this has become a pivotal moment in British constitutional history, that impinges on the survival of the Monarchy itself. The nation and world awaits the outcome.

It's not so much about the breaches of protocol or the abuse of women, after all MI5 must always have been completely in the picture about his activities and communications, but the maintenance of power and the status quo. When damaging private information became public and the media clamour threatened the Monarchy itself, suddenly individuals and institution became concerned. This is nothing more than reactive PR damage control. Andrew has to be sacrificed to protect Charles, William and a thousand year old constitution.

Claimed to be a genuine image from the Epstein Files. It needs to be explained.

https://x.com/OunkaOnX/status/2024646863753023741/photo/1

It is claimed Jeffrey Epstein took his own life whilst held in the New York Federal High Security Prison. Given the circumstances and post mortem injuries, few sensible people think this finding accurate and that an homicide, facilitated by the prison authorities or personnel, to be far more likely. Another theory with some substance is that another person was substituted and that in fact, Epstein was abstracted in a Mossad/CIA operation, to live incognito in Israel.

Charles III, Part I (after Shakespeare)

(With a lot of help from Perplexity.ai)

Robin Lustig Feb 21

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THE SCENE

CLARENCE HOUSE, LONDON. MORNING. King Charles and Queen Camilla are at breakfast. A loud knocking is heard at the door.

CHARLES:
What noise is this that batters on our gate,
And breaks the gentle fast of early morn?
What saucy hand so beats upon our peace,
To shake the porridge from our very spoons?

A COURTIER:
Doth my liege will that I command him in,
Who thus profanes the silence of your board?

CHARLES:
Ay, let him in, so he but still his fists;
For if he knock once more, by God, he dies.

The courtier opens the door and a messenger enters, breathless. He bows low.

CHARLES:
What wind blows thee so rudely to our hall?
Speak, knave: hath Windsor fallen to the Hun,
And do rough barb’rous hands seize on our crown?

MESSENGER:
If ’t please your Majesty, from Suffolk come I,
Heavy with tidings for your royal ear.
Your brother, sire—who once did bear the style
And ancient honour, Duke of York by name—
Is haled from off his bed at dead of night
By armed retainers of that noble knight,
The valiant Sir Keir Starmer, sworn to law.

CAMILLA:
A noble knight, in faith, and trusty too.
Would God that he might cleanse our house of shame,
And scour from out your blood that spotted branch,
That we ne’er hear his graceless name again.

CHARLES:
What say these men that have laid hands on him?
What foul imputed trespass stains his soul?

MESSENGER:
My liege, they bruit abroad in every street
That he hath crack’d the casket of your trust,
And pour’d your privy counsels in the ears
Of such as should be strangers to your thought.
So stand they sworn he hath betray’d your grace,
Your Realm, and all the people of this land.

CHARLES (shouting):
No more! I’ll hear no more of brother’s name.
The man I call’d mine own is dead to me;
The womb that bore us both bears him no more.
’Tis well our royal mother sleeps in earth,
And from her quiet grave doth not behold
What monstrous fruit her house hath lately borne.

CAMILLA:
Sweet husband, rouse the kingdom with your voice.
You must proclaim unto your faithful folk
That no allegiance binds you to this man,
Who is unworthy of your noble blood,
And may not style himself of royal stem.

CHARLES:
It shall be done.
(Aside to the messenger)
Thou, hence to Suffolk, speed thee like the wind,
And bear these words, seal’d with our kingly breath:
That Charles, anointed sovereign of this isle,
Doth charge that every tittle of the law
Be closely kept in all particulars,
And that no grace, nor favour, nor soft hand
Be shown unto the once Duke, now undone.
For he hath stain’d his house and soil’d his name;
And we, to cleanse the honour of our line,
Do cast him forth, an outcast from our heart,
And pluck his wither’d leaf from off our tree.