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Now, in 2026, the whispers are different. The grand promises feel brittle, the gains unevenly distributed. They talk of “correction,” of “volatility,” but these are just polite words for the shifting of burdens, the quiet anxieties of those who build the machines and those who depend on them. The Vanguard Information Technology ETF – a vessel holding $130.3 billion of other men’s hopes – has barely dipped, down a mere 3.6% year to date. A comforting statistic for those at the top, perhaps, but a cold one for the man staring at a shrinking paycheck.

This isn’t just a random act of share acquisition, you understand. It’s a buy transaction. A deliberate, conscious decision to… buy. The MCHI stake now represents 1.84% of the fund’s $4.37 billion in reportable AUM (Assets Under Management). AUM, naturally, being the collective hoard of money entrusted to these custodians of capital. It’s a bit like a dragon’s lair, but with more paperwork.

They speak of a ‘green’ future. Laudable, perhaps. But let us not delude ourselves. The world still runs on the viscous remains of ancient sunlight. And until the very foundations of our civilization are rewritten, someone must transport this… necessary evil. Energy Transfer LP (ET +0.29%) does precisely that. A network of pipes and tanks stretching across this vast land, a subterranean circulatory system for the age of combustion. It is not elegant, but it is… reliable.

The complete withdrawal, documented in a filing of the 17th of February, 2026, encompassed the entirety of Insight Holdings’ holding – a substantial 8,425,026 shares – in the aforementioned company. The transaction, calculated at approximately $148.36 million based on the quarter’s prevailing valuations, represents a considerable rearrangement of assets. Indeed, the fund now reports a complete absence of SentinelOne within its portfolio, a diminution of value amounting to the same considerable sum.

They increased their holding by 61,408 shares. A tidy sum. The value bumped up by $3.27 million, factoring in both the purchase and the market’s little dance. It wasn’t a splash, more of a calculated adjustment. Like adding ballast to a ship that’s been riding a bit high on the waves.

Two names, then, offer themselves as potential vessels for our capital, our hopes, our anxieties. Not as simple ‘buys,’ mind you, but as engagements with forces far greater than ourselves. Consider them not as investments, but as acts of faith…or, at the very least, calculated risks in a world devoid of certainty.

These ‘neocloud’ enterprises – a term, I confess, that strikes me as unnecessarily ornate – are all the rage. They purchase these ‘GPUs’ – little silicon brains, if you will – and then rent out the capacity to those who require it. A simple transaction, one might think. Yet, it is fueled by a frantic land grab, a desperate construction of data centers that sprout from the earth like… well, like particularly unsightly mushrooms. They grow rapidly, consume vast sums, and offer, as yet, only the promise of future fruit. And losses, of course. Significant losses.

They’re aiming obefazimod at ulcerative colitis, a weariness of the gut that plagues too many. There’s a crowded field of remedies already, each promising relief, each carrying a price. But obefazimod might be different. Most treatments for this affliction are blunt instruments, suppressing the immune system wholesale. They quiet the storm, yes, but leave the patient vulnerable, a weakened tree exposed to every wind.

Ford, bless their rusting chassis, took a $2 BILLION hit. General Motors? Another $3.1 billion evaporated into the ether. Ford racked up a staggering $8.2 billion in losses – EIGHT POINT TWO BILLION – while GM limped along with a measly $2.7 billion profit, down FIFTY PERCENT from the year before. FIFTY! It’s enough to make a man reach for the bottle… or another stock tip.

It’s a story told in numbers, of course. Fifteen and a half million dollars less tied up in black rock. But numbers are just ghosts of transactions, and they don’t tell you about the men who dig the coal, the families who depend on it, or the power plants that burn it to keep the lights on. They don’t tell you about the weight of a legacy, stretching back to 1864, a time when a man’s handshake meant something more than a contract.