Dame Denise of Little Rogeston

Hey Elon, how do you go from asking about the wildest party on Jeffrey Epstein’s child rape island to claiming you repeatedly refused invitations? Because the DOJ released your emails, and holy shit my guy, you’ve still got some explaining to do. November 2012. Epstein asks how many people you’ll need helicopter transportation for. You say probably just you and Talulah Riley. Maybe we should ask her about this next. Then you ask which night will have the wildest party. The wildest fucking party. On Jeffrey Epstein’s child rape island. Four years after his conviction involving a minor. What the absolute fuck were you thinking? You knew who this man was. Everyone knew. His criminal history wasn’t some closely guarded secret anymore. And before the pedodefending cult seals start honking that an email isn’t proof of child rape, congratulations. You’ve discovered something nobody is disputing. This is about judgment. Keep up. Christmas Day 2012. You tell Epstein you’ve been working yourself to the edge of sanity and want to let loose once your children go home. You ask about parties. A peaceful island experience apparently isn’t what you’re looking for. A socially awkward billionaire asking a convicted child sex offender where the real party is. And we’re supposed to believe you were desperately avoiding him. I’m not done Eggman. December 2013. You’re discussing another visit. Epstein offers dates. You ask when you should head to the island. Then Epstein cancels because he has to remain in New York. Even Jeffrey fucking Epstein couldn’t make time for you. Hilarious. Yet years later, you publicly say that Epstein repeatedly tried to get you there, and you refused. So which is it Eggman? Were you avoiding him, or coordinating your Christmas schedule with him to go to child rape island? Now SpaceX. Released correspondence shows Epstein’s assistants arranging a February 2013 visit, including a scheduled lunch with you. It’s always a lunch. I’m starting to wonder if “lunch” is code for child rape, but I digress. Whether that “lunch” actually happened remains unclear. But in 2020, you denied Epstein ever toured SpaceX. Which the fuck is it? Now everyone’s favorite billionaire soap opera. June 2025. You and Trump are having your mean bitch public breakup. Delicious entertainment, admittedly. Suddenly you post on X that Trump is in the Epstein files and suggest that’s why they haven’t been released. “Oh snap!”, we all said simultaneously. Finally, something I can believe. But then you delete the accusation. What’s that about? Did you have evidence? Did somebody tell you something? Or were you throwing around one of the most inflammatory associations imaginable because you were pissed off at another billionaire? And if you had evidence, why go quiet? What changed? That black eye? Kissing the wall? I’m curious Eggman. You were perfectly comfortable invoking Epstein when it was politically useful to attack somebody else. But when your own correspondence surfaced, suddenly we’re supposed to all appreciate how easily emails can be misinterpreted. How convenient. Honestly, who believes this shit? Now, none of this establishes that you visited Epstein’s island or participated in his crimes. Maybe you were going on adult night. Maybe you changed your mind. Maybe you’re too much of a fat chud loser for Epstein to follow through. But even still, the emails are real, and the questions are totally legitimate. I don’t give a fuck about your rockets, implants, electric cars, or bank account. Your cultsheep have convinced themselves that your accomplishments make you incapable of dishonesty. They don’t bro. You corresponded with a convicted child sex offender, discussed partying on his child rape island, and later portrayed yourself to us as someone who repeatedly refused to go. I call BULLSHIT. You demanded answers about everyone else’s connection to Epstein. Your turn. We’re not letting this go.