Peter Mandelson, once hailed as the Machiavellian “Prince of Darkness” of British politics and now the UK’s Ambassador to the U.S., has managed to reduce decades of carefully cultivated mystique into a punchline with two words: “best pal.” Those were the exact words he used in Epstein’s birthday book to describe a convicted sex offender already notorious and radioactive in elite circles. Not “acquaintance,” not “business contact,” but a full-on “best pal,” as if he were scribbling in a schoolyard yearbook with glitter pens. It wasn’t diplomacy or clever networking—it was adolescent, embarrassing, and grotesquely telling. Now, caught with his own saccharine note, Mandelson insists he was “misled,” a laughable excuse for a veteran political operator who never missed a backroom deal but somehow couldn’t spot Epstein’s reputation glowing like a nuclear reactor.

What makes it worse is that Prime Minister Keir Starmer is defending him, brushing it off as a regrettable mistake, urging everyone to “move on.” This isn’t just a gaffe—it’s emblematic of how the political class shields its own, no matter how damning the association. Mandelson’s “best pal” note is now his political epitaph, crystallizing in two words his career-long habit of cozying up to dubious power brokers. While Epstein’s victims were denied even basic justice, Mandelson gets to shrug, apologize, and continue representing the UK abroad. It’s an absurd display of elite insulation, and proof that in politics, accountability remains optional—especially for those who call predators their “best pal.”



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