The ongoing Congressional investigation of the Equifax data breach reminds me of a running joke my mother and I had about the old detective series, Murder She Wrote. What if the guilty party all along was the last person we expected, and Jessica Fletcher was really a serial killer who framed random strangers? Except that having our financial information written on a bathroom wall isn’t a joke. And, as we shall see, Congress grandstanding about fixing it is a bad one.
Let’s consider how the current hearings might instead prevent us from finding out what really happened and how to…

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