The abject, lifelong gluttony and vulgar sense of humor of Sarah Ferguson and Andrew Mountbatten were not what I was expecting. Gluttony, in these terms, is the incessant, obsessive gobbling and stuffing of 100s of millions in hidden cash, secret deals, property, jewelry, wildly luxurious free trips, and yet refusing to pay “normal” peoples’ bills. The butcher, a fitness trainer, a woman who sold her house, and countless others had to sue after years and typically recouped only part of their fees. Either anonymous, fake businesses paid the partial debts or Queen Mummy did. Countless other debts were just eaten.
The arrogance and rudeness of them, breaking of societal rules of civility, costing UK citizens hundreds of millions in constant holiday-taking (occasionally but not usually tacked on to so called official events), and of course the explicit sexual exploits, harassment, and statutory rape were what I did expect.
If we were to have erased Epstein and Maxwell from the universe way back before either was born, Andrew would still be a stain. How the Queen covered for him and MI6 didnt bust him for accidentally working with two separate Chinese spies - one tied to North Korea, various Russian contacts including a Russian woman who planted listening devices, his Kazakhstan and Azerbaijan and Abu Dhabi and Saudi influencers, and more… I dont know!
This book was like a multi dayslong fire hose of one awful infraction after another. My mouth felt dry from it literally hanging open so often. Healers and psychics, Oprah freakin Winfrey, and others supported these two heinous people for years. Fergie supposedly wrote over 70 books, but she had ghost writers do them for her. She tried to sell access to Andrew for a business deal for half a million pounds. She was very polished in her approach, seemingly because she had been doing the same thing for years on end. But the sheik she asked for the money and from whose office she walked out with a briefcase of 40,000 in cash turned out to be a reporter that recorded everything in a sting.
When I hit about the halfway mark in this book, part of me wished I had a spreadsheet in front of me to tally up all of the money stolen from charities and foundations and book deals that were said to benefit the less fortunate, but instead went into the pockets of these pigs.
The two offspring are following the shameless grifting behavior of their parents. I had hope that the pretty one, the younger of the two might have more of a moral spine having read about the parents’ exploits. Turns out, both young women are ugly. If they all end up living in Abu Dhabi, don’t be surprised. Disgusting and abhorrent people. How the monarchy survived them, Ive no idea.