The social X-ray of Washington has caught a nasty fracture. Pam Bondi is out. The former Attorney General was fired by the Big Man himself. Apparently, her handling of the Epstein files was disappointing. Now, she is refusing to testify. She says she is no longer the AG. She says the subpoena does not count.

It is a masterclass in the social duck-and-weave. While the House Oversight Committee fumed, the elite just kept moving. Howard Lutnick is up next. The Commerce Secretary has a lunch date with Congress in May. He already admitted to having lunch with Epstein in 2012. On the island. With the nannies. It is the gossip that keeps on giving.

Three million pages of documents were released. We saw Epstein in Paris. We saw him networking. We saw him shopping for real estate. He was a man of the world. Even in his last days, he did not look like a man who feared the law. Washington is a soap opera, and the Epstein files are the ultimate script. Everyone is looking for a villain, but all they find is a guest list.

The Ghost Elite are everywhere. They are the phantoms haunting the halls of power. The No Kings protesters are making a scene on the National Mall with a golden toilet, but the real joke is on them. The files will stay buried. The depositions will be rescheduled. The socialites will keep their secrets. After all, what is power if you cannot keep a few friends off the record?