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    Epstein Files: Still a Fog Machine

    ByPhil McCracken

    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.

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    The Watchdog Found the Locked Filing Cabinet

    ByHugh Jass

    The law was supposed to open the filing cabinet, but now the Justice Department inspector general is reviewing how Epstein-related records were identified, handled, redacted, and released, which is how daylight becomes a hallway with one flickering bulb and a compliance binder breathing in the corner.

    I am not here to declare a bombshell hiding behind every black bar. That is amateur séance work. The official absurdity is enough: the public asked for records and got a process about the process, a custody trail about the custody trail, and administrative fog so dense the document coughed. In the end, the smoking gun has been replaced by a sweating folder labeled PROCEDURE, and Exhibit A had a pulse.

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