@Kevin_McKernan Elon says the way to defeat a bad AI is with a good AI (or something to that effect). He also believes decentralized AI will prevent a bad outcome. Bernie salivates at the chance to control AI….in the name of the people of course.
Update on the landlord operation:
1. I have trained 7 people and am about to train an 8th one on how to find deportable H-1B landlords. Please support these patriots who are stepping forward.
2. We are starting to build a team to review our findings to flag possible mortgage fraud. We have 5 state governments that expressed interest in this data.
3. A financial institution expressed interest in knowing which mortgage brokers have high-risk clients, so that they can begin parallel construction and review these mortgages.
4. I am noticing that some H-1B landlords are starting to list their houses on the market now, hoping to sell before things get really bad.
@MacroAlphaHQ 4-I may put in a stop/limit… its my choice not some dumb ass institutional investor.
5-Many large investors are tied up in AI (I’m not) and cashing out to buy IPO hurts the field.
@MacroAlphaHQ As a retail (R) investor who KNOWS this and is buying ~~anyway~~ I do so for these reasons:
1-In the ‘90s, R were always left out of IPOs. OI would pump then dump.
2-As a TSLA holder, I appreciate the opportunity.
3-I buy/sell my own stocks. (+24% in ‘25) I know this is risky
A question for Graham Platner, rich kid turned Communist: since you believe in the redistribution of wealth and that the state should own everything, do you want your wealthy parents, attorney Bronson Platner & restauranteur Leslie Harlow, to give up nearly everything? 🤔 @grahamformaine
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It was summer of 2009 and a long string of poor life decisions and drug abuse was culminating in me getting kicked out of the Air Force. I was at a crossroads and knew that my discharge from the military would either send me spiraling further out of control, or it would be the reality check I needed to maybe start making some changes.
Then I got what I considered to be good news—my girlfriend was pregnant. Although we weren’t where we needed to be in life, I never once considered an abortion. I longed to be a father and a husband and start a family. In fact, many of the arguments she and I had stemmed from the fact that I wanted to start a family and I was ready to leave behind this cycle of drug abuse we constantly found ourselves in, but she wasn’t.
Little did I know that before she even told me she was pregnant, she’d made an appointment at Planned Parenthood. She never even asked me, just made the decision and expected me to go along with it. While I was in the waiting room at her initial consultation, I had an experience I’ll never forget.
The waiting room was full of people and some guy’s phone rang. He had a conversation out loud in front of everyone there as though he was the only person in the room. When he announced to the person on the other end of the phone where he was, he laughingly said, “Yeah we had a little accident.”
I was so filled with rage that I could barely hold in. On the way home, stuck in traffic, for the first time my girlfriend actually asked how I felt about her being pregnant and getting an abortion. Even then, as a lost agnostic drug addict, I knew what we were doing was wrong. I knew it was murder.
When I told her how I felt it made zero difference, and I didn’t expect it to. Despite my convictions, I did the best I could to be supportive. Another thing I’ll never forget about the experience was what it did to her. Physically, she was in an enormous amount of pain and stayed in bed for several days. Emotionally, she was wrecked and hated herself for doing it. Mentally, no amount of lies she told herself justified the murder.
My child would be 16 this summer. I’d probably be teaching him/her how to drive and preparing for their final years of high school. I know one day I’ll get to meet him or her and not one tear will have been wasted. But I also am filled with regret when I think about the life that was taken, the life that was never given a chance to be lived. Despite the hardships my child would have been born into, there’s no amount of justification for not giving them the chance to live. All life is precious. Everyone deserves a chance to live. We must abolish abortion.
They broke his bones, gouged his eyes out, cut out his tongue and castrated him. He died of a heart attack after being set on fire and dragged himself 50 meters across the floor.
84 years ago today, four Japanese aircraft carriers were burning in the Pacific because of a man who went to work in a smoking jacket and slippers.
Washington took his job, buried his name, and blocked his medal for 44 years.
This is the story of Joseph Rochefort, the codebreaker who saved Midway.
December 7, 1941. Pearl Harbor burns. Rochefort, head of a Navy codebreaking unit on Oahu, takes it personally. He tells a colleague that an intelligence officer has exactly one job: to tell his commander today what the enemy will do tomorrow. On December 7, he believes he failed at it.
He decides he will never fail at it again.
His unit is Station HYPO, hidden in a windowless basement at Pearl Harbor that his men call "the Dungeon." It is cold, damp, and lit like a morgue. Rochefort wears a smoking jacket over his uniform to fight the chill and slippers because the concrete floor wrecks his feet. He works 20 hour days, sleeps on a cot in the basement, and lives on coffee.
His team is just as strange. Brilliant misfit cryptanalysts like Joe Finnegan and Ham Wright, plus the surviving bandsmen of the battleship USS California, sunk on December 7. The musicians turn out to be naturals at running the IBM punch card machines. Sailors who played trombones in November are reconstructing an enemy cipher by March.
Their target: JN-25, the Imperial Japanese Navy's operational code. Tens of thousands of code groups, layered with additives, changed regularly. On a good day HYPO can read maybe 10 to 15 percent of any message. They rebuild the rest from fragments, traffic patterns, callsigns, and Rochefort's freakish memory. He had spent three years in Japan learning the language. He could hold months of intercepts in his head at once.
By May 1942, processing up to 140 decrypts a day, HYPO sees something enormous taking shape. Admiral Yamamoto, the architect of Pearl Harbor, is massing nearly 200 ships for one decisive battle. The target appears in the intercepts as two letters: AF.
Rochefort is certain AF is Midway Atoll.
Washington is certain he is wrong. The Navy's own codebreaking office, OP-20-G, argues for the South Pacific. Others fear Hawaii again, or even the West Coast. The Army wants planes held back to defend San Francisco. If Nimitz bets his last carriers on Midway and Rochefort is wrong, the Pacific is lost.
So HYPO sets one of the great traps in the history of intelligence.
The idea comes from staffer Jasper Holmes. The order goes to Midway by undersea cable, which the Japanese cannot tap: broadcast by radio, in plain language, that your water distillation plant has broken down.
Midway sends the fake distress call.
Two days later, HYPO decrypts a Japanese intelligence report to fleet commanders: AF is short of fresh water.
Two letters, confirmed. The argument is over.
Now Nimitz goes all in. The carrier Yorktown, mauled in the Coral Sea and given 90 days of repairs, is patched up in 72 hours and sent back out. Three American carriers slip northeast of Midway and wait at a spot on the map they name Point Luck.
On May 27, HYPO cracks the Japanese date and time cipher, the final piece. Nimitz's intelligence officer Edwin Layton, Rochefort's closest friend and partner, gives Nimitz a prediction of nearly insane precision: the Japanese carriers will be spotted on bearing 325 degrees, 175 miles from Midway, around 0600 on June 4.
On the morning of June 4, 1942, a PBY scout plane radios in the sighting. Nimitz turns to Layton and says: well, you were only five minutes, five degrees, and five miles out.
What follows are the most consequential ten minutes of the Pacific war. American dive bombers catch the Japanese carriers with fueled planes and stacked ordnance on their decks. By nightfall, Akagi, Kaga, Soryu, and Hiryu, four of the six carriers that hit Pearl Harbor, are gone, along with thousands of men and the irreplaceable core of Japan's elite naval aviators. Six months after Pearl Harbor, Japan's advance across the Pacific is broken. It never recovers.
A basement full of misfits had handed the US Navy the greatest ambush in its history.
Then came the knives.
The same Washington officers who had called Midway wrong now claimed the credit. They whispered that Rochefort was difficult, an ex-enlisted man without the right pedigree. Nimitz recommended him for the Distinguished Service Medal. Washington killed it. Nimitz tried again. Killed again.
In October 1942, four months after the victory he made possible, Rochefort was pulled from HYPO. The man who outwitted Yamamoto spent much of the rest of the war commanding a floating dry dock in San Francisco Bay.
He never lobbied for himself, never wrote a self-serving memoir, and rarely spoke of it. He said his real reward came at Midway itself. He died in 1976, unknown to the public, medal denied.
His old shipmates refused to let it go. Layton and others fought the Navy bureaucracy for years with the declassified record. In 1985 the Navy relented, and on May 30, 1986, President Reagan presented the Distinguished Service Medal to Rochefort's children in the Roosevelt Room of the White House.
44 years late.
One man in slippers, in a basement, out-thought an empire and was punished for being right.
This has nothing to do with H-1B crackdowns. The data is pretty clear that the 100k fee has not stopped indian visa scammers. They've just bypassed the fee in 99% of cases.
What happened here is they changed FHA loans so that indians on visas could no longer get priority loans that were used to price normal Americans out of housing.
As soon as the gravy train stopped that was allowing these people to afford homes way out of their price range. The market collapsed.
A stark reminder that the reason you can't afford a home but the 70 IQ scammer immigrants could, is because the government wanted it that way.
This is The Wyndham Springfield Hotel in Springfield, Illinois
This is the city’s tallest building but now sits closed, abandoned and boarded up
The owner is Al Rajabi, an Arabic man who tries to committed fraud by paying to have the property vandalized to get a payout
Here’s what happened
The hotel suffered extensive flooding and vandalism occurred, damaging multiple floors, elevators, fire suppression systems, alarms, electrical systems, and more.
The Springfield Police, Fire Department, and Illinois State Fire Marshal investigated it as intentional vandalism from the start. The building was declared unsafe, leading to closure and layoffs
Owner Al Rajabi filed a large claim
Insurer Affiliated FM refused payment and countersued, explicitly alleging that:
- Rajabi intentionally caused or colluded in the damage like cutting pipes and damaging electrical systems
- He made “willful misrepresentations and concealments.”
A prior 2024 “lightning strike” claim for which they paid $4.05 million was also fraudulent with exaggerated with minimal actual damage
All these people do is scam. Diversity is not our strength