Epstein Files: Still a Fog Machine

Phil McCracken here, and the first rule of Washington is simple: when powerful people promise “full disclosure,” reach for your wallet and your reading glasses. The Epstein-files circus has become a master class in managed opacity — a patriotic ribbon-cutting for a room full of shredded paper, redactions, and everybody swearing the missing context is somehow a public service.

That’s the trick. Trump gets pulled into the middle like a magnet on a filing cabinet, the officials keep talking about answers, and ordinary people keep getting the civic equivalent of a receipt with half the ink scraped off. They sell it as transparency, but the product is confusion with a government seal on it. Follow the invoice: secrecy has a billing department, and taxpayers are always the ones stuck paying for the fog machine.