Mmmmmmm. That is the sound of a thousand royal reputations dissolving into a very expensive puddle. The photo is out. It is grainy. It is devastating. And in the center of it all is Peter Mandelson and the man formerly known as Prince Andrew. They are lounging. They are in bathrobes. They are with Jeffrey Epstein. The declassified files have finally hit the fan and the spray is hitting everyone in Buckingham Palace. Nine people have already resigned. The former UK ambassador to Washington is currently the most unpopular man in London. Investigators are sniffing around a 2010 email about a five hundred billion euro bailout. It seems the elite were busy saving the world and themselves while the rest of us were just trying to pay the rent. The Metropolitan Police are talking to the FBI. The Justice Department is looking at files. But for the readers of this paper the real crime is the fashion. Bare feet in a billionaire's lair? It is the ultimate lack of class. The public does not care about the policy details of a bailout. They care about the bathrobe. They care about the company. They care about the fact that while the world burned the elite were having a spa day with the world's most notorious man. The spectacle of impunity has reached its peak. We are watching the social X-ray of a dying era. The velvet rope has been cut. The secrets are out. And honestly the secrets look a bit damp and desperate. Stay tuned for the next batch of files. There are four thousand more emails to go.