“10 years. No suspects. Still running.”

 

It’s the procedural that never ends because the truth was never the point. Each episode reopens the same empty case file, dragging out blurry screenshots, fourth-hand rumors, and dramatic readings of subject lines like “Brunch Plans???” 

 

Hillary’s emails return once again, playing themselves in a role both overhyped and underwhelming, as hosts of a paranoid fever dream that refuses to die. 

 

No leads. No evidence. Just endless congressional hearings, ominous music, and the desperate hope that this time, the smoking gun will finally materialize from a forwarded Staples receipt.