This AI just exposed the BIGGEST legal insider trading operation in America. A platform called GovGreed built a seven-layer machine learning system that cross-references every stock trade disclosed by every sitting politician against the bills their committees control, the campaign donations they receive, and the companies their votes directly impact. It scored all 540 politicians currently in Congress. And the numbers are crazy: 56% of every stock purchase made by Congress in the last 16 months was on a stock directly affected by a bill the buyer later voted on. That is 6,170 out of 11,016 total purchases. More than HALF of all congressional stock buys are on companies whose fate that same politician is about to decide. 343 of 540 Congress members actively trade stocks while holding access to nonpublic legislative information. That is 63.8% of the entire legislature making market bets with an informational edge that would put any hedge fund manager in prison. The AI identified 752 active "Triple Signals" in the current Congress. A Triple Signal fires when three conditions line up at once: The politician sits on the committee controlling a bill, they traded stock in a company affected by that bill, AND they received campaign contributions from that same industry. Bills carrying these insider indicators pass at 5.4 TIMES the normal rate. Now look at the individual leaderboard: - Nancy Pelosi's estimated portfolio sits at $194 million with a Greediness score of 98.1 out of 100 - Ro Khanna made 13,231 trades across 800 different tickers - Michael McCaul made 32,302 trades and filed 6,670 of them late - Thomas Suozzi filed 86.4% of his trades late with an average delay of 396 days, meaning his disclosures landed over a YEAR after he made the trade And then there is Lisa McClain, the fourth-ranking Republican in the House. She has made 1,443 trades in three years, more than 98% of all politicians tracked. She violated the STOCK Act twice in a single year, disclosing up to $900,000 in trades months after the legal deadline. Her husband bought up to $250,000 in Elon Musk's xAI, which quietly converted into SpaceX equity before last Friday's $2 trillion IPO. The penalty for all of this? A $200 fine. The number of Congress members ever prosecuted under the STOCK Act since it passed in 2012? Zero. And the cruelest part is this: A bill to ban congressional stock trading was introduced in January 2026. It has bipartisan support. Over 80% of American voters want it passed. But Congress is sitting on it, because the people who would have to vote yes are the same people making millions from the system staying exactly the way it is. They write the insider trading laws, they exempt themselves from enforcement, they trade on the information those laws generate, and when they get caught, they pay a fine that is basically nothing. The AI didn't discover anything Congress was hiding. It just organized what was already public into a pattern so obvious that nobody can pretend it isn't there anymore.

In 1932, 60% of German graduate students supported the Nazis vs. 18% of the general public. The "educated people are always liberal" thesis has a pretty ugly counterexample.

California universities dropped the SAT to help low-income and minority students. The policy is doing the opposite, writes Svetlana Jitomirskaya, a professor of mathematics at UC Berkeley. thefp.com/p/bring-back-the-s…

Absolutely nobody: Ethicists: “we’ve been working on a list of humans it’s OK to kill. Babies, sick people, stuff like that.”

Maine Kampf.

In Grassy Cove, TN, a creek runs into the mouth of a large cave. 14 miles away, the water comes out. In the 70s they put dye in the water to confirm that it exited at “the Head of Sequatchie.” It took 11 days for the dye to come through. The farthest anyone has been in the cave is 1.5 miles (as far as I know). I’ve ventured about a half a mile into the otherworldly tunnel the creek falls into. Only God and some blind newts know what secrets are kept in the deep recesses under the Crab Orchard Mountains.

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WATCH: Rep. Brandon Gill (R-TX): Your organization said that restricting and banning abortion is a tool that the far right uses to maintain white supremacy. Do you believe that pro-lifers are white supremacist?” SPLC CEO Bryan Fair: “Ummm, I believe that reproductive liberty is... I can’t answer that question yes or no.” Brandon Gill: “How many babies that are in the United States that are aborted are black?” Bryan Fair: *Speechless* Brandon Gill: “About 40% of abortions nationwide are of black babies—blacks represent about 13% of the population. Does that sound like something a white supremacist would oppose?” I love this guy!

Pull a single thread on the hundred dollar bill and a whole life unravels that the statues never tell you about. Benjamin Franklin wasn't one man. He was about six, stacked into a single 84-year run, and the official version skips the most human parts. He started with nothing. The 15th of 17 children, yanked out of school at 10 because his father couldn't pay for it. At 17 he ran away from his apprenticeship in Boston and walked into Philadelphia broke, with three puffy bread rolls under his arms. That penniless runaway is who they put on the money. Version one: the writer. Self-taught, he turned a printing press into a media empire, got rich off Poor Richard's Almanack, and in 1754 drew "Join, or Die," the chopped-up snake that was the first political cartoon in American history. He understood going viral two centuries before anyone had the word for it. Version two: the scientist. He proved lightning was electricity, then invented the lightning rod, bifocals, the Franklin stove, and a glass instrument so haunting that both Mozart and Beethoven later wrote music for it. He could have been the richest inventor alive. Instead he refused to patent any of it, arguing that since we all enjoy the inventions of others, we should give ours away for free. He handed the lightning rod to humanity and never took a cent. Version three: the diplomat. As an old man he sailed to France and charmed an entire monarchy into financing a revolution against a fellow monarchy. No Franklin, no French alliance. No French alliance, no Yorktown. No Yorktown, no country. Version four: the closer. He is the only human being who signed all four documents that built the United States: the Declaration of Independence, the alliance with France, the peace treaty with Britain, and the Constitution. He was the oldest man in every one of those rooms, 70 at the Declaration, 81 at the Constitutional Convention, so frail he had to be carried in on a chair. He showed up anyway. Now the part the marble busts leave out. Franklin had a son, William, whom he raised, mentored, and helped install as the royal governor of New Jersey. When the war came, William stayed loyal to the British crown and became one of the most powerful Loyalists in the colonies. His own father had him watched and effectively jailed as an enemy of the cause. They never made peace. The man who stitched thirteen colonies together could not stitch his own family back. In his will, Franklin left William almost nothing, noting that if the British had won, his son would have left him with nothing either. And the last turn, the one almost nobody sees coming: the slaveholder who became an abolitionist. Franklin enslaved people for much of his life. In his final years he reversed himself entirely, became president of an abolition society, and one of his last public acts was signing a petition begging the Congress he helped create to abolish slavery. The runaway with three bread rolls became a printer, an inventor, a diplomat, a founder, and finally a conscience. Most people are handed one life. Franklin quietly lived six, and put his name to every single one before he was done.

The most spectacular economic miracle of the last 500 years occurred as food consumption dropped from 80% of income to 3%. Your ancestors spent virtually every waking hour and every earned dollar feeding their families. Today you casually toss organic blueberries into your cart without checking the price. This transformation didn't happen because governments subsidized agriculture or bureaucrats planned better crop rotations. It happened because private property rights allowed farmers to capture the full value of their innovations, spurring relentless productivity gains. Consider what free markets accomplished: wheat yields per acre increased 10-fold since 1800. Corn production exploded 6-fold per acre since 1930. The price of basic foodstuffs, adjusted for wages, fell by 90% over two centuries. Each breakthrough, from the steel plow to hybrid seeds to GPS-guided tractors, emerged from entrepreneurs risking their own capital to solve real problems. The profit motive drove farmers to maximize output while minimizing inputs. No central planner could coordinate the millions of decisions required: which seeds to plant, when to harvest, how to transport goods, where to build storage facilities. Market prices transmitted this information instantly across the globe, connecting Iowa corn farmers to Tokyo consumers without a single bureaucrat involved. Politicians love claiming credit for "feeding America" through agricultural subsidies and price supports. Yet these interventions consistently reward inefficiency and punish innovation. The real heroes remain the anonymous farmers and inventors who transformed scarcity into abundance by following price signals rather than political directives.

I never met Gordon Wood, but I have a story about him. In one of my grad school seminars, we read Wood’s Creation of the American Republic. The sheer erudition and evidentiary depth of the book bowled me over. Back then, before kids and before life accelerated to warp speed, I used to call my mother every Sunday to catch up. Lots of times, we ended up talking about what I was reading that week in my grad seminars or for leisure. Mom had an omnivorous mind, and she was always looking for something else to read. She was a true intellectual—curious about almost everything, always eager to integrate new arguments or ideas into her existing schemas of how the world worked or to have those schemas challenged and changed. When we talked that particular Sunday, I think I tried to describe to her part of Wood’s argument about the relationship between the state constitutions during the Articles of Confederation era and the federal Constitution. Maybe I was tired, maybe I didn’t completely understand her questions, but the end result of the conversation was that Mom had questions about Wood’s argument that I didn’t answer satisfactorily. I told her that she should probably just read the book, and we said goodbye. She did eventually read the book, but the next Sunday, Mom started our conversation by saying, “Well, I had a lovely conversation with Gordon Wood this week.” For a split second, I thought she was joking, but then I remembered who I was dealing with. I started to sweat. “How?” I asked. A whole variety of unlikely scenarios in which the foremost historian of the American Revolution and my mother, who lived in Wichita, Kansas, might have met ran through my mind. “Oh, I just looked up his office phone number on Brown’s website and called, and he picked up!” Mom said. I decided I would have to find another profession. As it ended up, Gordon Wood spent about an hour on the phone with my mother answering her questions about the Constitution. Ever since, I’ve had a soft spot for the man when I imagine him picking up the phone in Providence and finding Becky Elder from Wichita on the other end of the line. His generosity in that moment spoke very well of him. Rest in peace, professor.