PALE DEATH KNOCKS AT THE PALACES OF KINGS AND THE COTTAGES OF PEASANTS
Orange Is the New Black Death –
So, I see Prince Andrew hauled off in a cop car and I imagine a haggard old medieval Brit walking through a dirty street wearing a shirt that says, “Epstein Files” – shouting, “BRING OUT YOUR DEAD! It’s like a grim reaper, right? Hey, instead of a Medieval stereotype, lets make it the Grim Reaper. Yes, because that’s what I think of when I picture The Plague. I know, that’s a stereotype too, but it’s all about optics.
Anyway, Prince Andrew is a chubby and blubbery prince of a guy, the kind who makes you think the royal bloodline caught something worse than the plague. His world has shrunk to the color of prison orange, the new black death for disgraced royals.
Okay, so he was arrested Thursday on his birthday, February 19, 2026, on suspicion of misconduct in public office, he spent hours in custody before release under investigation.
The charge? Sharing confidential UK trade documents with Jeffrey Epstein around 2010, when he served as trade envoy. Emails from the latest Epstein file dumps show him forwarding sensitive reports. Yet he denies wrongdoing, as always.
The accusations feel bizarre. Not the old sex abuse settlements that cost millions and his titles. Those still haunt like ghosts, and they aren’t even part of the Epstein Girls Gone Wild part of Andy’s life.
Is this really about state secrets or is Andrew being used by the world’s secret puppet masters as a warning of what they too could look like – their photos – like a deer in the headlights – in the back of a police vehicle – front page headlines for all the world to see.
Sorry, but I ain’t buyin’ any of this. It’s Prince Andrew, not Frances Farmer, for chrissakes.
Why would Epstein, drowning in blackmail from his island, crave British investment briefs? Kompromat on politicians or deals, perhaps, but it seems redundant when he already held photos and stories that could fell kingdoms. The timing reeks of a red herring. Palace or investigators needed a new lever to bury him deeper after the sex scandal faded.
Dust off old emails, spin them criminal, keep the heat on.
The infamous “Epstein list” everyone pores over—the flight logs, the names, the millions of pages from the US Justice Department—is no mere roster. It is the grim reaper’s roll call. Again, picture Death in a hooded robe, pushing his creaky cart through elite circles, bellowing, “Bring out your dead!” as the powerful get hauled up one by one. Careers collapse like plague-riddled bodies. Andrew’s name echoes again and again in the procession. His island visits, his denials, his sweatless pizza photo—all piled high. The reaper does not discriminate; he just collects. Someday my prince will come, but only if the warden allows family hour.
BIBLE VERSE”
Proverbs 28:13 says, “He that covereth his sins shall not prosper, but whoso confesseth and forsaketh them shall have mercy.”
Why did I choose this verse?
This verse exposes the plague of hidden shame. Covering sins with denials, payouts, or distractions breeds no prosperity, only rot. Mercy requires confession and change, a clean break from the disease. Andrew masters the cover-up: settlements, silence, fresh charges to deflect. No redemption, no peace. Just endless suspicion in his orange future.
LET US PRAY:
Lord, behold these pampered figures dodging truth behind crowns and lawyers. Grant them courage to face their plagues instead of hiding. Expose the decay gently if they repent, harshly if they resist. Protect victims trampled in their wake. If mercy fails, let justice flood like waters and righteousness like an unstoppable stream. Amen.
