SMOKE AND MIRRORS
Another day, another headline screaming about the Epstein case. This time, the suits up on Capitol Hill are dragging the Clintons into the spotlight, subpoenaing old files and demanding depositions. It’s a familiar tune, played on a broken record. The crowd cheers, the cameras flash, and everyone feels like justice is finally getting its due.
THE DISTRACTION PLAY
But I’ve been in this business long enough to smell a rat in a clean room. This ain’t about justice. It’s about distraction. It’s about shining a bright, blinding light on one corner of the stage so nobody looks at the shadows dancing in the other.
They’re digging through old dirt, chasing ghosts that have been buried for years, all while the real trail sits there, cold but not forgotten. The kind of trail that leads to other names, other powerful figures who flew on that same jet, who walked through those same doors. Names like Trump, who somehow always seems to be just out of frame when the real questions get asked.
THE CLASSIC HUSTLE
It’s a classic play: send the hounds down a dead-end alley while the fox slips out the back. They want you looking at the past so you don’t look at the present. They want you focused on the familiar faces so you don’t ask about the inconvenient connections.
“It’s about shining a bright, blinding light on one corner of the stage so nobody looks at the shadows dancing in the other.”
THE CROOKED TRUTH
In this town, the truth is rarely a straight line. More often, it’s a crooked path paved with political theater, designed to keep the real dirt buried. And right now, the biggest shovel they’ve got is pointed squarely at a distraction.
