Somebody get McCarthy on the horn, because there was totally a Soviet spy in the U.S. House of Representatives. It just happened before he came along.
Our friendly neighborhood red spy was a New York Democrat who went by the unassuming but infinitely insultable name of Samuel Dickstein, and we'd be willing to bet that you've never once heard of him. You've probably heard of his most famous creation, though: the House Committee on Un-American Activities. That's right -- he chaired the committee that would later be in charge of rooting out communists (at the time, it was more about finding Fascists, since this was before the Cold War).
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To be fair, I did put my intentions in the fucking name."
Dickstein bears the distinct honor of being "the only known U.S. representative to have served as a covert agent for a foreign power." From the waning years of the Great Depression right up until the opening shots of WWII, Dickstein served as an inside agent for the NKVD (the precursor to the KGB), delivering speeches to Congress that were spoon-fed to him directly from Moscow, as well as possibly leaking information on the U.S. war budget and reporting the activities of the war minister and the chief of staff back to the Soviets. Disappointingly (for the story, not for the world), Dickstein didn't do any of it for some grand vision of a worldwide red state -- nope, he did it, plain and simple, for the cash. In fact, he once told the Soviets (while complaining about how much they were paying him) that he'd previously spied for both the Polish and the British, who "paid money without any questions."
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"Fuck the red. Show me the green."
Oh, and the worst part? Even though this guy was so crooked that even the NKVD referred to him by the codename "Crook," Dickstein never got busted for his repeated treason. On the contrary, he later served on the New York State Supreme Court until the day he died. Hell, he even has a freaking plaza named after him in the Lower East Side of Manhattan, right at the center of which stands an Urban Outfitters selling ironic Soviet insignia T-shirts (we assume).