“Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest.”
– Diderot
There are times when my Schadenfreude goes off the scale. If I didn’t regularly do those pelvic floor exercises my wife showed me, I would have pissed and shit myself in joy.
One of the world’s most odious cunts was arrested and hauled off to a police station. The image of him sitting in the back of the police car, his fat, pasty, inbred face a mask of incomprehension and fear made me smile. It was so fucking beautiful. I almost got an erection.
I have seen that same crazed-beast gaze when I have been out spotlighting feral animals. They have that same look just before a high-powered round slams through their skulls. I derive no joy or erections from that. But I sure as shit derived a whole fuck-tonne of joy seeing it on the former Prince Andrew’s vapid dial. Bet the heinous non-sweating fuck sweated up a storm that night.
Wretched piece of incest-bred shit that he is. They re-named him Mountbatten-Windsor, but he’s really a Saxe-Coburg and Gotha. You know the House of Windsor is German, right? King George V changed its name to Windsor in 1917 so the dumb English fucks he lorded it over would instantly forget their monarchy was actually German, and they were at war with those suckers, and how does that all look?
And it’s all about looks and perceptions with these ancient perverts, isn’t it? Look at how the Catholic church has been covering up the rape and murder of children for centuries to protect the “name of the Church”.
In Andrew’s case, the decades-long cover-up of his disgusting behaviour was all about protecting the British Crown – or “The Firm” as the Royal family and its army of attendants call their la cosa nostra. Their “thing”.
Never mind everyone who had anything to do with the smelly fat fuck – his minders, his servants, his nauseating family, and his vast collection of equally abominable friends from an assortment of noble and powerful British and European families – all knew perfectly well what a revolting cuntox he was.
And he was a cunt to everyone. He was a cunt to his servants. He was a cunt to people he had dinner with and whose parties he attended. They put up with him because he was a prince. Of the blood royal. For fuck’s sake.
Let me just address this steaming pile of Royalty dung for a second. Maybe some of you will come to your senses. And yes, I am looking at the huge amount of lobotomised serfs who declare their love and support for the royal family. They come out and wave British flags at them. They actually cheer these repulsive cunts.
What the ever-loving fuck are you cheering? Do you cock-holes actually understand by what claimed right these disgusting kiddy-rapers claim all this wealth and privilege which is bestowed upon them?
It’s fucken God, bitches. They declare they rule by Divine Right. Did you forget that? God apparently bestowed that right to these cousin-fuckers, that God-given right, to rule over lesser people.
What kind of God does something like that? Your God? Fuck Him and fuck that.
All the royal houses and all the attendant nobility who are in this world – and there is still a fuck-tonne of them if you look – sit on thrones and live in vast palaces situated on huge dreamlike grounds, attended by legions of servants – because God told them it was their right to do so.
And we’re OK with that…well, because…um, we are told they “serve” the people. In some way. Yeah, like they say that with straight faces.
What form does this “service’ take? Parades. Waving. Hosting other powerful and entitled people at lavish soirees. And conducting ceremonies. There are drums and trumpets and horses involved. A lot.
And it’s tradition. What kind of idiot doesn’t just love the fuck out of tradition? And…well, shut the fuck up and bend the fucken knee, you dog.
In Andrew’s case, his “service” to his subjects (you gotta love that word, huh?) obviously consisted of fucking underage girls. And, as a side-hustle, being some kind of “trade envoy”, as if the dumb cunt is even vaguely qualified to do anything like that. Of course, he’s not. But he was certainly qualified enough to pass all sorts of private British government shit onto his kid-fucking, money-shuffling mate, Jeffrey. Which is why the police came for the cunt.
Because betraying the Britain’s burning clown-car of a government is so much worse than hate-fucking underaged girls. Who knew?
No, they did not come for him because of all the underage girls he’d knobbed and slobbered over. He’d paid one of them off a few years ago, and everyone conveniently moved on.
The fat cunt didn’t let that small matter of paying Virginia Giuffre several million pounds of “Sorry-not-sorry I fucked you in the arse and mouth when you were seventeen” British tax-payer money, get on more Lolita Express flights and go for more Kid-Rape-and-Eat Island holidays.
I won’t even speak about his utterly odious spouse and his munted and chinless she-get. They can get fucked as well. Like they didn’t know their dad was a despicably perverted wank-stain? They ALL knew what the fucker was doing. That entire wretched in-bred family of toff-cunts were paedophile enablers. Mum, dad, brothers, sister, aunts, uncles, cousins – the whole grubby job-lot of these revolting Royals knew exactly what was going on. It’s not like he’s the first pervert they’ve had skulking about their palaces.
Yes, like you, I have been flooded with the Epstein Files – or what bits of the Epstein Files my sad, poor, and underprivileged eyes were permitted to behold. And like you I have been horrified at the sheer implications of what has been revealed – and what cunts like Andrew Saxe-Coburg and Gothe have been getting away with for decades.
Hell, this shit has been going on for centuries. You think Epstein is the only horrid fuck out there doing this? You think his is the only island/mansion/ranch where people, this apparent “elite”, gather to rape and possibly eat children? You can’t be that stupid. You just can’t.
The super-rich are not like you and me. They may as well be a different species. And they have always been among us. When they have not ruled us by Divine Right as kings and emperors, they have ruled us via a financial and social system that only benefits one per cent of the world’s people. Them. The rest of us never cease to endlessly attempt the impossible task of pulling ourselves up by our bootstraps, just so we can catch a glimpse of the Mount Olympus they sit on.
It’s what they tell us needs to happen for us to “succeed”. And be like them.
Except they know that will never happen. It cannot. That Real Old Money – that True Money, and the privilege and power that comes with it and always has, is forever denied us.
Quod Licet Jovi non licet bovi, bitches. That saying has been around for millennia. But it’s not a saying. It’s a rule. It literally means: “What is permissible for Jupiter is not permissible for a cow”. The cow is you, champion. And me. We are the cows who may not do what the gods do. We are not permitted. Them’s the rules.
We all know this. It’s in our fucken DNA. But we do not like to think about it, do we? It’s too horrific to contemplate at any length for we, the cattle. So we don’t. And the beat goes on.
Now and again, like in this instance with the Epstein Files, we are afforded a glimpse behind the curtain. We get to see what these odious cunts get up to. We are shown what vermin like Andrew do for fun. What his Divine Right grants him.
And then we get all icky and outraged.
But we do nothing. For there is nothing we can do. Sure, now and again we get up on our hind legs and set fire to some shit and yell. But not much changes, does it? Certainly not behind that curtain. Nothing ever changes there.
Back in the good old days, if the villagers discovered their lord and his noble buddies was raping and eating children up in his castle, they would have got the pitchforks and torches and set upon him in their fury. If they were angry and determined enough, they would have overwhelmed his guards, or maybe lain in wait for him, ambushed him, and torn him to shreds.
We long ago abrogated any rights to violence we once had. We gave the monopoly to commit violence to our rulers. Hell, they were elected, weren’t they? We said we were OK with that. They were one of us, right? If someone did us wrong, we could turn to them and they would mete out justice on our behalf, wouldn’t they? That was the fucken deal, wasn’t it? That’s why we permitted ourselves to be ruled by them.
In today’s wonderful world, it really doesn’t matter what is done to us. We accept it all. Genocide, endless war, environmental vandalism, exploitation, censorship…the list is long. It is happening all around us and to us. To a greater or lesser degree. And for our own good, of course. In our first world countries we have clean water and food to eat, but we pay for that privilege by living lives of impossible drudgery, wage-slavery, and compliance. Half of our marriages end in divorce, and most of us owe more money than we can ever pay back. We live from wage to wage and in permanent debt. So we gamble, drink, use drugs, eat garbage food, and eagerly indulge in self-destructive behaviour because we can do nothing else. We are not permitted to do anything else.
People like Andrew Saxe-Coburg and Gothe do not permit it.
In a good world, a proper world, sub-human filth like him would have had meat-hooks lanced through his hocks, attached to chains, and his bloated arse would have been dragged though the streets until he was no longer horny. And then pigs would eat him. Half-alive and screaming. Because that is justice.
Continuing to live a life of impossible privilege on some lovely Royal estate, with servants to wait on him, and being able to purchase whatever he needs or wants whenever the whim takes him, while being removed from the line of royal succession and losing his fucking titles, is not a punishment. It is not justice.
It is fucking bullshit.
