Now let's slow this down and really chew it.
First, let's get something straight. This wasn't some accidental paperwork snafu or clerical oopsie. Congress explicitly ordered the Epstein records to be released. Not summarized. Not selectively redacted into legal Mad Libs. Released. The public was told, You're going to see what happened, who was involved, and how deep this thing went.
What they got instead was a stack of documents that look like they were edited by a Sharpie-happy raccoon.
Names gone. Connections erased. Timelines fuzzy. Accountability floating somewhere out there like Bigfoot: rumored, blurry, never quite caught on camera.
And then comes the punchline: the Department of Justice says, "We've complied."
That's it. That's the proof. Trust us.
Trust.
From the same institution that somehow lost track of a high-profile sex trafficker in federal custody.
Trust.
From the people who decide what you're allowed to see and what you're not allowed to even know exists.
Here's the trick: you cannot independently verify a cover-up when the people accused of covering it up are the sole custodians of the evidence. That's not paranoia, that's basic logic. That's kindergarten epistemology.
If the government releases documents and says, "That's everything," there is no referee. No outside audit. No neutral party counting pages and saying, "Yep, all here." The Justice Department grades its own homework and hands itself an A-minus for effort.
And notice how carefully everyone dances around the phrase cover-up. Journalists hesitate. Officials bristle. Because to prove a cover-up, you'd need access to the very material being withheld. It's a perfect loop. A bureaucratic ouroboros eating its own tail while asking you to applaud its transparency.
Meanwhile, the redactions aren't protecting victims; that excuse collapses fast. They're protecting reputations. Powerful ones. The kind that don't enjoy daylight. The kind that get nervous when names, dates, and flight logs start lining up like dominoes.
And here's the real damage. This isn't just about Epstein anymore. This is about institutional trust. When the government says "believe us" while actively limiting what can be believed, it trains the public to assume deception as the default setting.
That's how cynicism becomes rational.
So no, you don't need a secret memo labeled COVER-UP PLAN. You don't need a villain twirling a mustache in a DOJ conference room. All you need is power, opacity, and a system that says, "If you can't see it, you can't prove it."
And that's the quiet brilliance of the con.
Because in the end, the public is left holding a bag full of black ink, empty of answers, while being told this is what accountability looks like.
Which is funny.
Not ha-ha funny.
More like "Jesus Christ, are you kidding me?" funny.
And that's the way it is when the people in charge decide truth is need-to-know, and you don't need to know.
He should have told the troops the truth-with the Save Act all those soldiers are now disenfranchised unless they vote in person in their home precincts. No mail in ballots allowed ...