Elon Musk, Prince Andrew, and the Epstein Files – Elite Scum Floating in the Sewer

Listen up, you slack-jawed herd of consumer cattle, grazing on the digital slop they call news while the real predators circle overhead – this is Spider Thompson, your chain-smoking, avenger of truth, clawing my way out of the filth to shove this latest Epstein bombshell down your throats. Yeah, those freshly released files from the Democrats on the House Oversight Committee, dripping with the names of the high and mighty who danced too close to that paedophile financier’s flame. Elon Musk and Prince Andrew headline this parade of privilege, because of course they do – the tech overlord and the royal reject, both tangled in Jeffrey Epstein’s web of depravity. And while the world gawps, they deny, deflect, and skate on, because that’s how the game works for the untouchables.

Let’s crack this rotten egg open, shall we? Epstein, that suicide-waiting-to-happen sex trafficker who offed himself in 2019 – or so they say – left behind a trail of schedules, flight logs, and emails that read like a who’s who of the corrupt elite. Musk pops up in a 2014 daily reminder: “Elon Musk to island Dec.6 (is this still happening?)” That’s Little St James, Epstein’s private paedo playground, six years after the bastard was branded a sex offender. Musk, that Mars-colonizing megalomaniac, fires back on X: “This is false,” and “I refused to go.” Sure, Elon, and I’m the Pope’s favourite altar boy. Refused an invite you never got? Smells like damage control from a guy who’s too busy tweeting memes to scrub his associations clean.

Then there’s Prince Andrew, the sweaty non-sweater himself, listed as a passenger on Epstein’s Lolita Express back in 2000 – from Teterboro to Palm Beach, cozying up with Epstein, Ghislaine Maxwell (now rotting in prison for her trafficking sins), and a couple of redacted ghosts. Court testimony from Maxwell’s trial even drags in a 14-year-old accuser who flew with the Duke of Dork. Andrew “strenuously denies” any wrongdoing, as always – because admitting you’re a creep would crash the family brand harder than a Windsor divorce. Meanwhile, his ex, Sarah Ferguson, the Duchess of York, gets her ass handed to her: An email calling Epstein her “supreme friend” and apologizing for ditching him surfaces, leading charities to drop her like a hot potato. Her flack spins it as lawsuit fear, but come on – supreme friend to a monster? The rot runs deep in that inbred palace.

And it’s not just these two clowns. The files name-drop Bill Gates, Peter Thiel, Steve Bannon – Microsoft mogul, PayPal parasite, Trump’s former brainworm – all rubbing elbows with Epstein’s empire. Hell, even Peter Mandelson, Britain’s US ambassador, gets the boot from Starmer over his own chummy messages to the dead deviant. Victims’ names redacted, more files coming – because transparency only goes so far when the powerful are exposed. This isn’t justice; it’s a drip-feed of dirt to keep us outraged but impotent.

I hate it here, where the elite play in Epstein’s shadows, deny the daylight, and laugh while the rest of us drown in their hypocrisy. Musk builds rockets to escape the planet he helped fuck up; Andrew hides behind royal walls. Wake up, you lot, or keep grazing. The machine doesn’t care – it just chews and spits.

Spider out.