Podcasts about Atta

The Tim Conway Jr. Show Hour 3 (6.24) Illegal fireworks crackdown season is underway ahead of July 4, with authorities seizing tens of thousands of pounds — but Timmy’s betting the City of Angels will still be lit up with bangers, crackers, and flashers anyway. The FIFA World Cup final is coming July 19 on the East Coast, so we’ve still got almost a full month of this global party — get out there and talk to some foreigners! Back in Boyle Heights, the massive warehouse fire is finally out, but now the real nightmare begins: millions of pounds of rotting food attracting flies, bugs, mosquitoes, and rats the size of small dogs. On a brighter note, Disney fans rejoice — Walt Disney’s original Grumman Gulfstream I plane, Mickey Mouse One, has been beautifully restored after decades and is now on display at the Palm Springs Air Museum. And finally, someone hilariously trolled Liberty Medical’s customer service line by stitching together Wilford Brimley’s iconic diabetes commercial voice — Atta boy, Brimley! Classic Conway mix of fireworks, soccer, Disney nostalgia, and random laughs. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The Tim Conway Jr. Show Hour 2 (6.24) It’s good news for the home team — The Conway Show is sitting strong at No. 2 in the city for this timeslot! Atta boy! Mike Perez, owner of All Medical Supplies in Ontario, joins the show to blow the lid off the massive medical fraud happening in hospice care across California and the rest of the country. He says this scam has been running for decades and could total hundreds of millions of dollars, with DEI policies allegedly helping keep it hidden for so long. Timmy stays cool as a cucumber during earthquakes — just like he taught his daughter — but the devastation in Venezuela is horrifying, with the Caracas airport shut down, roads cracked, and infrastructure in ruins. The hour wraps with the disturbing news that high-ranking California State Park superintendent Kevin Pearsall has been charged with secretly filming dozens of male lifeguards in their locker room. Classic Conway mix of wins, fraud, quakes, and sleaze. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The Tim Conway Jr. Show Hour 2 (6.17) Former KTLA anchor Glen Walker (now thriving at Fox 11) calls in to talk about getting laid off, landing a sweet per diem anchoring gig, and the beautiful family news that his clan is merging with the Peter Frampton dynasty through marriage — it’s a union of rock ‘n’ roll souls! In studio is Timmy’s buddy, dashing LAPD motor officer and gun trainer Jason Jacobson, who shares the heartbreaking story of losing his partner in a training accident (shoutout to Jay Leno for stepping up and covering the expenses — Atta boy, Leno!), his take on keeping a gun in the house, and the funny stat that an American flag flying out front often means there’s one inside too. The crew also revisits the Dorner saga, noting that KFI was the first outlet to name him on air and that Bill Handel got a shoutout in the manifesto. Plus, a chaotic Culver City hit-and-run car chase that injured eight pedestrians live on TV. And with the FIFA World Cup bringing a flood of first-time visitors to the USA, summer plans are getting bumped — but hey, they’re loving every minute of American life! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Tim Conway Jr Show Hour 3 (6.15) The FIFA World Cup is heating up at SoFi Stadium with New Zealand and Iran battling to a wild 2–2 tie. Tim pays tribute to the iconic Gene Shalit, the legendary “Today” Show movie critic with the wild hair and even wilder reviews, who passed away at the amazing age of 100. Rod Stewart ditched his San Diego show at the last second because of laryngitis, then immediately hopped on a plane to Boston to watch Scotland play in the World Cup — talk about mixed priorities! The crew also chats about the new TLC show “Little Singles,” the insane parking hustle around SoFi where locals are charging fans to park on their property, and a disturbing case of 21 pregnant spaniels left sweltering in a U-Haul. Tim boasts he can go a full 12 hours without looking at his phone, and gives a big “Atta boy!” to Jordan Staal and the Carolina Hurricanes for winning the Stanley Cup. Pure Conway randomness at its finest. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In a new series, Dan Bardell takes a look at players Aston Villa should be looking at this summer transfer window in "RECRUITMENT RADAR".Dan is joined by Nima Tavallaey, Italian football journalist & broadcaster, co-host of The Italian Football podcast to run the rule over Udinese's Arthur Atta. Today's video is brought to you by Oxford Natural — Optimum Day & Night. Visit https://oxfordnatural.com/1874 to find out more and get 70% off your subscription.

Asse rovente Milano-Udine tra Inter e Udinese per Atta e Solet. News su Provedel, Palestra e non solo.

Maracanà con Marco Piccari e Stefano Impallomeni. Ospiti: Mussa:" Atta tecnico alla Mihkitarian, Solet si deve limitare:" Piervincenzi:"Atta è forte in conduzione. Impallomeni:"Alla Juve serve uno alla Lobtka.

Every season, a signing flies under the radar only to completely shatter expectations. Enter Arthur Atta. Arriving at Udinese from Metz for just €8 million, the 23-year-old powerhouse has rapidly transformed into one of the shrewdest and most dominant midfield forces in Italian football.In this episode, we unpack Atta's explosive 2025–26 campaign and why the continent's biggest clubs are already circling the Bluenergy Stadium:At 189cm of controlled aggression, we break down how Atta combines physical dominance with elite vision to become the quintessential modern box-to-box midfielder.Analyzing his impressive return of five goals and three assists over 28 appearances, alongside an assist-per-90 rate that sits in the upper echelon of European midfielders.How his clinical post-international break form placed him alongside names like Marcus Thuram, sparking heavy transfer interest from heavyweights like Napoli and Inter Milan.From his baptism by fire against Inter in September 2025 to becoming the indispensable general of the Udinese engine room, we explore how high Atta's ceiling truly is and where his inevitable big-money move will take him next. Arthur Atta, Udinese podcast, Serie A 2026, football transfer news, box-to-box midfielder.

The Tim Conway Jr. Show Hour 1 (6.3) This year marks 30 years that Tim Conway Jr. has been on the radio! The one piece of advice he has for longevity? Make sure the high-speed police chase doesn’t start until after 6 p.m. — because apparently, we’re all 90 now and need to catch it during the early bird special. Timmy also got a little emotional last night watching Spencer Pratt doing surprisingly well in the mayoral primary. Atta boy, Spencer! Ballots are still being counted, printed in 18 different languages — EIGHTEEN! — with sniffer dogs on patrol looking for any funny business. Yesterday we had another hostage situation in Bakersfield. Is “Bakersfield” Spanish for hostage situation? Great place to raise kids, by the way. The guy had fake bombs strapped to his chest… because of course he did. And in health news, new research says GLP-1 drugs might cut breast cancer risk by about 30%. What’s going on there? Also, are we still allowed to say the word “obese,” or is that canceled too? See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Tim Conway Jr Show Hour 4 (6.3) It’s election day hangover time! Los Angeles had a ridiculous ballot yesterday with races for mayor, governor, sheriff, council, and everything else. The mayor’s race turned into a wild three-way between Karen Bass, Nithya Raman, and Spencer Pratt — yes, that Spencer Pratt. Big surprise: Spencer actually surged into second place. Atta boy! In health news, new studies say GLP-1 drugs like Ozempic and Wegovy might cut breast cancer risk by up to 35%. That’s actually pretty wild. And if you’re going to the World Cup at SoFi Stadium, bring a lot of cash. Tickets are insane, parking is $300, and ticket scams are everywhere. Meanwhile, the cost of living is still crushing everybody. What a time to be alive. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Used condoms on tables, sperm stains around stalls, and open sexual activities at night, these are now the disturbing realities confronting traders at the Mallam Atta Market in the Malata Electoral Area in the Ayawaso Central Municipal Assembly of the Greater Accra Region.

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eries: God's Promises, Our JourneyTitle: "Will you trust God or take control?"Scripture: Genesis 22:1-24 NIV Hebrews 11:17-19James 1:13-15John 1:29Bottom line: “We handle God's tests by trusting His promises, obeying His voice, and relying on His provision.”INTRODUCTIONCONTEXTOUTLINECONCLUSIONDISCUSSION QUESTIONSNOTESYOUTUBE DESCRIPTIONMAIN REFERENCES USEDMy opening prayer: Lord God, help us grow to be and do like Jesus, while abiding in him and leading others to do the same. Bottom line: “We handle God's tests by trusting His promises, obeying His voice, and relying on His provision.”OPENING STORY/ILLUSTRATIONControl vs. TrustImagine you're riding in the passenger seat while someone else is driving…Not just anyone—your spouse, your friend, maybe even your child learning to drive.You're coming up to a busy intersection…You see the light turning yellow…And what do you instinctively do?You reach for the imaginary brake pedal.You lean forward.You tense up.Why?Because you're not in control.And when we're not in control… we feel insecure.That's not just true in a car.It's true in life.Every time we feel insecure, we reach for control.And every time we reach for control, we reveal what we really trust.In Genesis 22, God puts Abraham in the ultimate “passenger seat” moment.God asks him to do something that feels unthinkable… unreasonable… even unbearable.And the question becomes:Will Abraham trust God… or try to take control?CONTEXTThe thread is security. Last week we saw...Abraham seek security through deception (Gen 20)Abraham seek security through control (Gen 21:1–21)Abraham seek security through agreements (Gen 21:22–34)This week, we hope to see Abraham find true security as he learns to trust in God's promises, obey his voice, and rely on his provision.Why does God test us?To reveal what we really trust (pleasing God)To display His worth through our obedience (glorifying God)God tests us to deepen our trust in Him and display His worth through us.Because he's teaching us to trust him as our ultimate security when we're tempted to reach for control.How do we handle God's tests?By trusting his promises,Obeying his voice/word, and Relying on his provisionOr, more specifically…Expect tests from God (1-2)Focus on promises, not explanations (3-5)Depend on God's provision (6-14)Look forward to what God has for you (15-24)Bottom line: “We handle God's tests by trusting His promises, obeying His voice, and relying on His provision.”First, there's a difference between testing and tempting:Temptation (James 1:13–15):“When tempted, no one should say, “God is tempting me.” For God cannot be tempted by evil, nor does he tempt anyone; but each person is tempted when they are dragged away by their own evil desire and enticed. Then, after desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, gives birth to death.” James‬ ‭1‬:‭13‬-‭15‬ ‭NIV‬‬Comes from within and from the enemy → aims to pull us away from God → exposes weakness.Testing (Genesis 22:1):“Some time later God tested Abraham. He said to him, “Abraham!” “Here I am,” he replied.” Genesis‬ ‭22‬:‭1‬ ‭NIV‬‬Comes from God → aims to draw us closer to Him → strengthens faith.Temptation is designed to make you fall. Testing is designed to make you stand.Consider how unreasonable God's test was as you consider how we might respond to his tests in our lives…OUTLINE (influenced by Warren Wiersbe & ChatGPT):We handle God's tests in life by:Trusting His promisesObeying His voice (word)Relying on His provisionExpect tests from God. (22:1-2) WW writes, “In the ‘School of Faith' we must have occasional tests, or we will never know where we are spiritually. Abraham had his share of tests right from the beginning.”“Family test” - leave nation, neighborhood and extended family and go“Famine test” - left Canaan and went to Egypt #FAIL“Fellowship test” - let Lot choose which way to go when they split up“Fight test” - rescued Lot and Sodom's citizens and stuff“Fortune test” - declined Sodom's wealth“Fatherhood test” - Sent Hagar & Ishmael away first time #FAIL“Farewell test” - Send Hagar and Ishmael away second timeOne test I faced was baptism. Another was my calling into ministry.Was “baptized” as an infant so didn't believe I needed to be baptized after my conversion; it took 2 pastors and 10 years for me to see the truthWas “called” into full-time ministry within a month or 2 of being baptized leaving successful career in EngineeringIf you walk with God, tests are not the exception—they are the curriculum.Focus on promises, not explanations (3-5) “Faith does not demand explanations; faith rests on promises.” -WW“Our faith is not really tested until God asks us to bear what seems unbearable, do what seems unreasonable, and expect what seems impossible.” -WWWhen God sends a test or trial, our first response is usually, “Why me?” Or “Why, Lord?” Instead of “What can I learn through this?”"Deliverance will get you out of Egypt. But surrender will get Egypt out of you." (Or Sodom, or Babylon, or America...)We live by promises, not by explanations. Abraham says, “We will worship and then we will come back” → implicit faith in resurrection (cf. Hebrews 11:17–19)Faith doesn't need to understand everything—it just needs to trust what God has said.If you wait for God to explain everything, you'll never obey anything.Depend on God's provision (6-14)Two statements reveal the emphasis in this passage:“God himself will provide the lamb for the burnt offering.” (8), &Yahweh Yireh, “The Lord will see to it.” (14) #provide“Where God guides, He pro-vides.” -Old PastorHow does God provide?Where…does the Lord provide? Where you sent you to walk in his will. Should we expect his provision when we don't walk in his steps?When? Right when it's needed. Sometimes at the last minute. He's never late.How? Often simply. He surprised Abraham with the ram in the thicket right next behind him.To Whom? To those who humbly walk with him. Why? For his pleasure and his glory!What kind of provision is available?Resurrection-powered provisionEphesians 1:19–20 & 3:20You don't experience God's provision sitting on the sidelines—you experience it on the path of obedience.Look forward to what God has after the test. (15-24) What comes after the test?New Approval (12) “Atta boy!”New Son (13-14) → Isaac received backIsaac likely never the same. God gave. Abraham gave back. God gave back.Don't let the gift replace the Giver—Abraham didn'tNew Assurances. (16-18) New names for an expanded future. (14; 23)Yahweh Yireh (14)Rebekah (23)God is already preparing the next chapter while you're still in the test.CONCLUSIONBottom line: “We handle God's tests by trusting His promises, obeying His voice, and relying on His provision.”How do we handle God's tests?By trusting his promises,Obeying his voice/word, and Relying on his provisionEvery test exposes what we trustEvery test invites surrenderEvery test reveals God's sufficiencyWhat is your Isaac?Are you trusting God—or trying to control the outcome?Ram → Lamb → GospelAbraham looks up…and there's a ram caught in the thicket.God provides a substitute.Isaac lives…because something else dies in his place.Pause. Let that sit.Expand the PatternThis moment isn't just about Abraham and Isaac.It's pointing forward.Another Father…another Son…another sacrifice.Connect to ChristIn John 1:29, we read:When John the Baptist saw Jesus, he said,“Behold, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world.”On that day in Genesis 22—God provided a ram.But one day—God would provide His own Son.⸻In Genesis 22…God stopped Abraham's hand.At the cross…God did not stop His own.Let that land. This is your emotional peak.⸻Why?Because our greatest problem isn't lack of control—it's sin.And our greatest need isn't control—it's a Savior.⸻So the question isn't just:“Will you trust God in the test?”The deeper question is:Will you trust the God who gave everything for you?⸻You don't have to control your life…because the God who tested Abrahamis the God who gave His Son for you—PrayQuestions (Write this down) - grab an index card and penWhat is God saying to you right now? What are you going to do about it?Write this down on the index card in the seat pockets.DISCUSSION QUESTIONSDiscovery Bible Study process: https://www.dbsguide.org/Read the passage together.Retell the story in your own words.Discovery the storyWhat does this story tell me about God?What does this story tell me about people?If this is really true, what should I do?What is God saying to you right now? (Write this down)What are you going to do about it? (Write this down)Who am I going to tell about this?Find our sermons, podcasts, discussion questions and notes at https://www.gracetoday.net/podcastNOTESYOUTUBE DESCRIPTION MAIN REFERENCES USED“Genesis,” by R. Kent Hughes, Preaching the Word Commentary, Edited by Kent HughesExalting Jesus in Genesis, by BethancourtThe Genesis Record, by Henry MorrisThe Genesis Factor, by David Helms & Jon Dennis“Look at the Book” by John Piper (LATB)“The Bible Knowledge Commentary” by Walvoord, Zuck (BKC)“The Bible Exposition Commentary” by Warren Wiersbe (BEC)"Genesis" by Briscoe (TCC)Outline Bible, D Willmington (OB)Willmington's Bible Handbook, D Willmington (WBH)NIV Study Bible (NIVSB) https://www.biblica.com/resources/scholar-notes/niv-study-bible/Chronological Life Application Study Bible (NLT)ESV Study Bible (ESVSB) https://www.esv.orgThe Bible Project https://bibleproject.com“The Bible in One Year 2023 with Nicky Gumbel” bible reading plan on YouVersion app (BIOY)Claude.ai

ส่องสถานการณ์ เก็บ ‘ภาษีเดินทาง' คนไทยไปต่างประเทศ และ เก็บ 'ค่าเหยียบแผ่นดิน' ต่างชาติ กระทบท่องเที่ยวแค่ไหน พูดคุยกับ อดิษฐ์ ชัยรัตนานนท์ เลขาธิการสมาคมไทยธุรกิจการท่องเที่ยว (ATTA)เจาะนโยบายดูแลสินค้าเกษตร และการช่วยเหลือเกษตรกรที่รัฐบาลควรทำเป็นอย่างไร พูดคุยกับ ดร. เดชรัต สุขกำเนิด ผู้อำนวยการ Think Forward Center และที่ปรึกษาพรรคประชาชน  

VOV1 - Ngành du lịch Thái Lan đang đứng trước một lộ trình đầy thử thách trong năm 2026 khi phải đối mặt với áp lực kép từ sự biến động của đồng Baht và đà tăng phi mã của giá vé máy bay.Ông Sisdivachr Cheewarattanaporn, cố vấn cấp cao của ATTA, nhận định sự bất ổn địa chính trị tại Trung Đông đang tạo ra hiệu ứng dây chuyền tiêu cực. Giá dầu leo thang không chỉ đẩy giá vé máy bay lên cao mà còn buộc nhiều hãng hàng không phải cắt giảm chuyến bay trong mùa hè, trực tiếp làm tăng chi phí hành trình và cản trở dòng khách. Bên cạnh đó, sự trồi sụt của đồng nội tệ đã tác động trực tiếp đến tâm lý chi tiêu, khiến du khách trở nên thận trọng hơn khi cân nhắc các dịch vụ tại "Xứ sở Chùa Vàng".Bức tranh tiêu dùng của khách quốc tế cũng đang chứng kiến những chuyển dịch quan trọng. Thay vì mua sắm ồ ạt như trước, khách du lịch Trung Quốc hiện đang thắt chặt chi tiêu, chỉ ưu tiên những sản phẩm sản phẩm không có bán ở trong nước. Trong khi đó, nhóm khách ASEAN vẫn duy trì sức mua ở mức ổn định, còn du khách từ châu Âu lại có xu hướng dồn ngân sách vào các hoạt động trải nghiệm văn hóa thay vì mua sắm hàng hóa thuần túy.Trước thực tế này, Tổng cục Du lịch Thái Lan (TAT) đã phải điều chỉnh mục tiêu đón khách xuống còn 30–34 triệu lượt, giảm 18% so với kế hoạch 36,7 triệu lượt ban đầu. Các chuyên gia cảnh báo rằng, nếu xung đột quốc tế không sớm hạ nhiệt trong quý tới, những bất ổn hiện nay có thể trở thành một "bình thường mới", khiến du khách tiếp tục trì hoãn các kế hoạch du lịch dài ngày. Ngược lại, một kịch bản ổn định về địa chính trị sẽ là chìa khóa duy nhất để ngành du lịch Thái Lan có thể lội ngược dòng và phục hồi nhanh chóng trong giai đoạn cuối năm./. VOV Thái LanDu khách quốc tế tham gia Lễ hội té nước mừng năm mới Thái Lan tại công viên Benjakiti, Bangkok, Thái Lan. Ảnh: VOV Bangkok

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En un esfuerzo por visibilizar las brechas estructurales que atraviesa la comunidad travesti-trans en la provincia, el Grupo de Género, Política y Derechos del INDES (UNSE-CONICET) inició un relevamiento territorial, el proyecto busca actualizar datos que no se registraban formalmente desde hace más de una década.La iniciativa tiene como objetivo principal comparar la situación actual con un estudio preliminar realizado en 2014, según explicó la licenciada Irma Chazarreta, que forma parte del grupo que realiza el relevamiento, en diálogo con #AgendaPropia.El relevamiento no es un trabajo aislado de la academia, sino que se construye en conjunto con organizaciones de base que garantizan el acceso y la confianza de las encuestadas. Participan activamente referentes de D.I.V.A.S, ATTA y el Archivo de la Memoria LGBTQ+, asegurando que el proceso respete la identidad y la historia de lucha del colectivo.Escucha la entrevista aquí:

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Latest News/Headlines | Traffic | Weather | Sports Topic I: Division in the Muslim World: The Need for Unity Topic II: Why Life Is Still Worth Living: Finding Purpose, Faith and Strength Through Hardship Presenter(s):
Imam Jalees Khan Guest(s): * imam Abdul Hameed Sawiri * imam Atta-ur-Rehman Khalid * Professor Georgina Charlesworth * professor Yasuhiro Kotera Producer(s): Hania Ahmed , Atia Ahmed Lead Producer: Tayyaba Tahir Researchers: Tahira Shabbir, Zaheeda Ramjeet, Tasnima Rahim, Amatul Aleem, Iman Mahmood, Anusha Kabir

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Kameron Austin Collins (aka KAC) has a reputation for writing streak-killing crosswords. Today, however, KAC is playing against type — and the result is a tough, doable puzzle that doubles as a master class in how to write great clues. We've covered our favorites on today's podcast, but here are a few more for your consideration. First, we have 33A, Hip places, BELTLINES (nice!); 32D, Tanning target, PELT (oh, that kind of tan); and the short, sweet, and somewhat cryptic 26A, Flutter, BATS. A fine crossword, most definitely deserving a 5 out of 5 on the JAMCR scale.Show note imagery: William Pitt "the Younger", a Whig wearing a wig

กองทัพเรือแถลง เรือสินค้าไทย 'มยุรีนารี' ถูกโจมตีบริเวณช่องแคบฮอร์มุซ เร่งประสานช่วยเหลือ ฟาก สรท. ประเมินยังกระทบส่งออกไทยจำกัด ห่วงโลจิสติกส์ป่วน กระทบสินค้าอาหารสด รายละเอียดเป็นอย่างไร สงครามตะวันออกกลางลุกลาม ทำนักท่องเที่ยวต่างชาติยกเลิกเที่ยวไทย พูดคุยกับ อดิษฐ์ ชัยรัตนานนท์ เลขาธิการสมาคมไทยธุรกิจการท่องเที่ยว (ATTA)

กองทัพเรือแถลง เรือสินค้าไทย 'มยุรีนารี' ถูกโจมตีบริเวณช่องแคบฮอร์มุซ เร่งประสานช่วยเหลือ ฟาก สรท. ประเมินยังกระทบส่งออกไทยจำกัด ห่วงโลจิสติกส์ป่วน กระทบสินค้าอาหารสด  รายละเอียดเป็นอย่างไรสงครามตะวันออกกลางลุกลาม ทำนักท่องเที่ยวต่างชาติยกเลิกเที่ยวไทย พูดคุยกับ อดิษฐ์ ชัยรัตนานนท์ เลขาธิการสมาคมไทยธุรกิจการท่องเที่ยว (ATTA)

Atta Alkhras lleva casi tres años encerrado en la Franja de Gaza. Vivió en España durante 18 años y días antes de los ataques de Hamás el 7-O, en 2023, tuvo que viajar hasta Gaza para visitar a su madre enferma. Atta ya no pudo salir de allí y a día de hoy sigue viviendo en la Franja. Dos años después de la ofensiva de Israel, Atta asegura que la situación está "peor que antes". En una entrevista en el programa especial de Hoy por Hoy desde Jerusalén dice que en la zona "no hay nada de nada". "No hay seguridad, falta de todo y muchas personas viven en tiendas de campaña porque sus casas fueron destruidas", lamenta.

I was threatened by a fan with a dagger during our Dreams FC clash, but luckily our cameraman was nearby. - Collins Atta Poku, CEO of Aduana Stars.

Cousins Síle (Sheila) and Teamhair (Tara) wade through chapters 25 - 43, in Part I of Kingdom of Ash, the final book in Sarah J. Maas's Throne of Glass (TOG) series. Did Dorian really love Sorsha that much or does he just have a guilty, traumatized mind? Can we say this out loud . . . is anyone else confused if we like Fenrys for Aelin? When Fae mates claim each other, do they swallow the blood? Safe if you've read this far in the series and no cross Sarah J. Maas universe spoilers. Send voice memos and emails to sandtfaemail@gmail.com!   Season 1: A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR) series Season 2: Throne of Glass (TOG) series

Jarett Kobek is an internationally bestselling Turkish-American writer living in California. His previous books have been translated into eleven languages and include ATTA, Do Every Thing Wrong!: XXXTentacion Against the World, and Motor Spirit. On this episode of Little Atoms he talks to Neil Denny about his latest book Invocation Of My Demon Brother, which is published by DieDieBooks and is available here. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

รายงาน GDP ไทยไตรมาส 3 ของปี 2568 ขยายตัว 1.2% ต่ำกว่าคาด ติดลบ QoQ ครั้งแรกในรอบ 10 ไตรมาส รายละเอียดเป็นอย่างไร สัมพันธ์ไทย-จีน 50 ปี แนบแน่น จะฟื้นความหวังเศรษฐกิจและการท่องเที่ยวได้แค่ไหน พูดคุยกับ ดร.อดิษฐ์ ชัยรัตนานนท์ เลขาธิการสมาคมไทยธุรกิจการท่องเที่ยว (ATTA) อัปเดตสถานการณ์และวิเคราะห์การลงทุน พูดคุยกับ สิทธิชัย ดวงรัตนฉายา นักกลยุทธ์อาวุโสตลาดหุ้นไทยและต่างประเทศ ฝ่ายกลยุทธ์การลงทุน บริษัทหลักทรัพย์ อินโนเวสท์ เอกซ์

รายงาน GDP ไทยไตรมาส 3 ของปี 2568 ขยายตัว 1.2% ต่ำกว่าคาด ติดลบ QoQ ครั้งแรกในรอบ 10 ไตรมาส รายละเอียดเป็นอย่างไรสัมพันธ์ไทย-จีน 50 ปี แนบแน่น จะฟื้นความหวังเศรษฐกิจและการท่องเที่ยวได้แค่ไหน พูดคุยกับ ดร.อดิษฐ์ ชัยรัตนานนท์ เลขาธิการสมาคมไทยธุรกิจการท่องเที่ยว (ATTA)อัปเดตสถานการณ์และวิเคราะห์การลงทุน พูดคุยกับ สิทธิชัย ดวงรัตนฉายา นักกลยุทธ์อาวุโสตลาดหุ้นไทยและต่างประเทศ ฝ่ายกลยุทธ์การลงทุน บริษัทหลักทรัพย์ อินโนเวสท์ เอกซ์

Chief Justice nominee Paul Baffoe-Bonnie's vetting comment on Atta Ayi's jail sentence is worrying and raises doubts about his ability to deliver justice. This alone is enough to disqualify him. If Mahama is willing, he should redraw his nominee, and we would commend him for that - John Boadu, Aspiring National Chairman, NPP

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 22 Belle, Paige, Hope, & Madness In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels. To understand why Hope was currently so meek (for her) and attentive, you had to understand that her Father was a stern warrior-patriarch of a very proud and mostly traditional Korean family. At home, she was the dutiful eldest daughter in a family with no sons; here at FFU, she was aloof and deadly, except around Christina and company, where she got to be a relatively normal American girl in her early twenties. Hope's only experience with men was with her Father, who was rumored to have killed any male who looked at her sexually, or expected her to kill the ones he missed. At FFU there were no guys at all for her to form relationships with, until I arrived. It wasn't a Daddy-issue thing, Hope didn't charge off into the great unknown; she became a good student and learned, patiently and confidently. I would have time later to marvel at my brilliance; at the moment, Hope planting small kisses across my abs and chest as my shirt came up was beyond pulse searing. She didn't know stimulation so much as she understood how a body worked. She also was coolly efficient in easing my shirt over my head and off my arms. She used a strong, steadying maneuver to take each shoe and sock off before she removed my pants and underwear together. When she finished, she was left kneeling in front of me, my cock bobbing an inch or two from her lips. She stared at it. I cupped a hand over each ear and guided her lips to my blood-engorged head. I had no intention of ramming it down her throat; her parting of the lips was enough. It was on her own initiative that she licked off the pre-cum starting to appear along the slit. Her lips took in the top of the head and I stopped the pressure on her head. Hope quickly took over, leaning forward, taking in the whole head, retiring before bobbing back and letting her lips pass over the head to the start of the shaft. I let her figure out by using her mouth and wrapping my cock up with one hand what felt good to me. She was growing in confidence by leap and bounds but I was still in charge. I touched each shoulder and she looked up (pretty damn sexy with her cheeks dimpling in as she sucked my cock). "Stand up and take off your clothes," I instructed. I held her hand as she stood. Hope's removal of her clothing was no striptease, although it did have a certain military grace to it, physically perfect and fearless. Four times I had to stop myself from stepping up and ravish her as her body's muscles rippled under her smooth, ochre skin and her breasts swung loose, perfectly round and excited. "On the bed," I instructed. Hope turned presenting her taut athletic ass to me, each cheek rolling in tandem with each stride. She moved to pull back the covers but I stopped her with a word. "No," I corrected her. "I want you above the covers." Hope smoothly altered her motion so that she crawled on all fours onto the bed. She looked over her shoulder at me, deliciously presented, before rolling onto her back. I approached her on my hands and knees from the foot of my sleeping platform and languidly stalked up her body until I stopped and kissed her at the joining of the thigh to the torso. Hope remained attentive and quiet, watching me plant kisses on each side of her pubic triangle without touching it. As I worked my way up to her diaphragm, Hope raised her left leg, bent at the knee, foot resting next to her other knee. I gave a quick smile; Hope was relaxed and enjoying the moment, which is pretty special for a first-timer. I let my lips nibble along the bottom rib until I took a nip out of her waist and made her giggle. Hope shifted away as she brought the back of her hand up to stifle her snickers. I let her go. I wanted to give her a wide range of sensations to sample. Had I done this with any of the other women I'd taken to bed? No, but no two women are alike. The only person Hope compared herself to was Hope and I gave her that level of respect. I laid a path of licks and lip suction up her sternum to her far (left) breast. I circled the areola with my tongue, making sure to rub the nipple with my upper or lower lip as I made my circuit. Hope made this cute little coughing noise but otherwise remained still. Her nipple twirled around my tongue before I engulfed it with my mouth and started a strong steady suction that I accentuated by pulling my head up with her nipple extended by the upward maneuver. This earned me a twitching in her hips. Her raised leg began to flop back and forth to the side while the right leg pressed against me and opened up her crotch for exploration. I took the offer and ran my right hand along her inner thigh above the knee to her plump, moist cunt lips. On the first trip I pushed a finger in up to the first knuckle. I drew some of her juices down along her other inner thigh until I made a circle under her knee. She shivered slightly as I did so. I zigzagged on the return trip, this time running a finger from the perineum, dipping in to her cunt and making a quick twirl right beneath the clit. Two desperate breaths escaped past Hope's clenched teeth. Hope's orgasm was close, closer than she realized. I moved my lips from her breast to her ear once more. I also subjected her cunt to the energies of another finger. I made slow, shallow strokes directed at parting the labia around her now rather impressive clitoris, twisting it and squeezing it between my fingers. (Strong fingers are something you work on in Marksmanship btw.) When Hope's arms snaked up and wrapped me tightly to her, I knew she was on the home stretch. "I am going to take you now," I whispered in her ear. The thrill and confusion of my intentions tore her apart inside. She wanted to learn and obey but she also wanted to maintain her virginity, and the two ideas collided like twin locomotives. Remember, sex is in the mind and Hope's thoughts were on fire. I bit down on her earlobe at the same time I grappled with her right tit and gave several quick sharp spanks to her quim. "Zane!" she started out with a hiss but boiled into a thunderous shout. Her thighs clamped onto my fingers and she drove (no, she didn't claw, she impaled) her fingers into me like nails. The temporary deafness in my right ear was its own reward. I kissed her, running my tongue along the top and back of her teeth while her body shook and shivered. When the last of the tremors subsided I released her and pushed up with my arms, keeping my elbows half bent. "Zane, I'm sorry. I've hurt you," Hope sounded worried that her fingernails had blood on them. The pain was nothing compared to the humiliation I'd go through in the showers tomorrow. Rio took perverse glee crowing over every new sexual scar I accumulated. "Hush now; on your knees facing me," I commanded. This time Hope gave a barely noticeable blink before complying. She sat there attentively, her ass resting on her heels and her palms on her thighs looking smoking hot with damp thighs and perky nipples. I shifted up the bed, keeping to my side until I was properly positioned. I then reached for the back of Hope's head and confidently directed her toward my cock once more. Hope picked up right where she'd left off; slurping my head like a lollipop. Hope didn't get overly ambitious. She sucked me in, rolled my head around her mouth using her tongue with the occasional sojourn an inch or two down my shaft. Being at loose ends since Hope was drooling all over my rod so well, I reached out and began fondling her closest breast. This time I was rough, milking her breast, gripping the base of the breast and pulling down until I pulled the nipple. No response from Hope wasn't a bad thing; if she didn't like it she'd let me know. A few more pleasurable minutes with Hope and I sat up and put my other hand on the small of her back (I have really good abdominal muscles). I brushed my hand knife-like and pinkie first down between her ass cheeks. I brushed her anus but only briefly because my target was her cunt once more. She was hot, wet, and welcoming. I worked two fingers in and pumped her as hard as I dared. When I had her rocking her hips in response to my thrusts, I jumped my fingers down and vibrantly worked over her clit. Hope choked and little shimmies emanated from her hips. Again, I switched things up on her; I moved my hand up and rotated my forefinger against her anus until it gave way. Hope made a slight gagging noise but recovered masterfully and upped the tempo of her blowjob. "Come this way," I directed her by pulling her right buttocks to me. Hope wiggled from the waist slightly so she could look down the length of my body into my eyes. I repeated my hand motion, her eyes flashed with pleasure and she quickly straddled my body. Now her cunt was nearly at mouth level (Hope's pretty tall) while her blowjob continued non-stop in our '69'. I gripped a buttock in each hand, pulled them apart and then lifted my head to her honey box. With my first lick, Hope's resolve began to fracture. I would grove my tongue, move her hips over me and then lick from her clit to the bottom of her cunt. I massaged her several times before resting my head and alternating my fingers in. When my tongue lapped at her creases once more, I trailed a finger up to her anus, no reaction. I tickled her backside for half a minute, then substituted my tongue. I probed delicately and Hope stuttered in response. I went back to twirling her clit while pushing my index finger through her sphincter. Her oral attentions finally broke down. She let my cock plop out of her mouth and rested her forehead on my hip while the overwhelming sensations crashed over her senses. I felt the tightness of her anal cavity around my finger and her cunt throbbing against my tongue. I pushed deeper with my finger and her juices started flowing as Hope became more and more aroused. Valiantly, she stepped up her game, kissing and sucking one of my balls into her mouth. I moaned, which made her very happy. Hope's clit played along my lips as I took it in and sucked on it. She was rubbing my cock shaft as she tantalized my balls when she felt it start to pulse in her hand. My cockhead was engulfed by her lips and she remorselessly gobbling up the top third of my cock with the addition of a little twisting motion with her head and throat. "I'm cumming," I growled. "Take it all but don't swallow until I tell you to." Hope drove me on faster and harder and I reciprocated on her two holes. When I took on her clit once more, it wasn't in the form of a monster wave crashing on the beach but like a building tsunami pulling the energy before pummeling in one overwhelming surge. I poked a second finger into her anus to drive her over the top. Hope's back arched violently and a thin stream of fluid squirted into my mouth. She humped my face and squeezed my fingers in her asshole in a corkscrew fashion. "Zane!" she belted out musically. "Oh, God, that's great, umm, oh, yes, don't stop." My member slapped against my stomach and my balls were starting to boil and I couldn't hold back for long. Several more flexes and grunts came from Hope before she settled down enough for me to get her to do what I wanted. "Hope, I'm cumming," I ground out once more and just in time. Hope barely got my shaft upright and her lips over my head before I began ejaculating into her mouth. She breathed sharply through her nose but didn't choke or spew. Time after time she took my seed until I mustered the strength to let her know I was done. Hope dismounted me and resumed her kneeling position supported by unsteady thighs. I was a little slower in following her though her eyes sparkled when I looked into their brown depths. "Show me," I told her. Hope opened her mouth and I saw my semen brimmed inside. I kissed her lower lip along its entire length then did the same to her upper. I didn't take any of my jizz this time, that would came another time. For now, "Swallow," I spoke, and she did in a mighty gulp. I pulled her into me and led us down onto the comforter, Hope resting in my embrace. I soaked up the gentle passion of the moment with Hope in my arms. When she started kissing me on the neck I realized that was her way of asking for more. I twisted my body and pulled Hope past me so she could extend herself onto her hands and knees with me at her side. She lowered herself, letting her long, luxurious black hair cascade over her far shoulder. My hands roamed over the back of her neck and shoulders while I kissed her mid and lower back. I shifted from her side, ending up behind her. I gave a slight nudge to her calf to get Hope to open her legs wide and let me position my hips behind her. I gave my rod a few strokes to get it ready but really the visual tableau of the tightly sculpted muscles of her shoulders, back, hips, and buttocks made the physical stimulation superfluous for me. Keeping my eyes on Hope, I leaned way back and rummaged under the rolled-up blanket at the foot of the bed. The heating pad I'd asked Barbie Lynn to place there made finding the vial of viscous scented oil that was being warmed up easy. I was pleasantly assured of my feel for Hope to notice she hadn't looked back to see what I was up to. That took a great deal of confidence and trust. The serenity with which Hope greeted the thin stream of liquid as it steamed while flowing from her tailbone into her cleft was intensely arousing to my sight. I set down the container and began rubbing the oil in. First I started around the anus but I soon moved over each cheek, massaging them as well. When I coasted down to her inner thighs Hope figured out what was really going on and I could swear I heard a phantom cough of amusement. She knew I'd tricked her in a playful way. A few seconds later she pieced together the why, distracting her was secondary to easing the fatigue creeping through her thighs, lower back and ass brought on by several tense orgasms. There would be no muting of our joining. For ten minutes she relaxed and soaked up the hot oil working into her flesh. I restarted my efforts by kissing each hip, signaling her that I was anxious for her flesh. I placed one hand on the small of her back and lined up my cock at the top of her ass crack. I gently rocked forward, pushing my cock onto her back. Swaying back, I let my cock slip off her ass, letting it swing free before thrusting forward once more. This time I directed it languidly along the base of her cunt, letting my cockhead part her lips and plow her furrows until I touched then passed the clit on my way through her pubic hair and beyond. I repeated this orchestra of lust, adding in a movement where my bulbous head pressured her sphincter to the point of violation before sliding elsewhere. "Jesus, Zane," Hope sung out, "make up your mind. You are driving me crazy." Hope wasn't being exhorted to climax by any loss of control; it was the tension brought about by not knowing what direction the lesson was going to take. For someone else it would be as if you were reading LA Confidential one night only to discover that the last quarter of the book was missing and not accessible until the next morning. "There will be no intercourse for us tonight, Hope," I informed her. I began pumping along her cunt, mimicking the fucking motion. Time and again I let my cock head cut along her labia, brush her clitoris until it was stimulated by the low ridges along the shaft. It didn't take long for Hope to start pushing back against me to maximize my 'depth'. Hope clenched the sheets as we both increased the violence of our impacts. Her breath was coming in labored huffs and sweat began beading up all over her skin. Considering how fit Hope was, I was impressed with the intensity with which she embraced our sympathetic coupling. "No, not yet; keep going," was her self-encouraging mantra. "Don't let go, don't let go. Push him, push him harder." I scooped up the long tail of Hope's hair and guided her body up off her hands so that her back slid up and down my chest. Our hands did a little dance of their own. She ended up with her left reaching across and holding on to my right at her breast. My right still held the majority of her long locks, and I used those to give a silken caress to my coaxing of her right breast to sensual overload. My left hand landed on her stomach and used that perch to push her harder into me with each thrust. Her left hand wandered back to my ass. Hope's nails dug in deep (am I being marked/branded?) and she matched her pull with my push between her legs. When she finally succumbed to her climax, vaginal juices washed over my cock and down both our thighs. I was perfectly poised to support my lovers body as she surrendered to her orgasmic impulses and erotic energies coursed chaotically through her system. Her murmurs signaled she was regaining control and she made it definite by placing a series of kisses along my right arm. I coaxed us down on the bed facing one another. "I still don't know if I want to have sex tonight," Hope smiled sleepily. "It is your choice to make," I answered. "We both know you have the confidence now to make that decision when you are ready." "Are you looking out for me, Zane?" Hope teased me wearily. "Of course. I look out for all my ladies, even those who can take care of themselves just fine," I noted. She nodded and I realized that she'd tentatively opened the door into her inner circle of friends. "To answer an earlier question, I take no pleasure in ordering you around as some kind of power trip. I communicated with you in a manner that maximized your focus on our caresses." She nodded and gave me an affectionate peck on the forehead, reaffirming her dominant status. "You will come with me and shower," she ordered me. I retrieved two robes and my shower kit and a naked Hope lead me to the Solarium shower. We did not bathe ourselves; we lathered, rubbed, and rinsed the other, and I could tell Hope relished the experience. "Tell me something: how come you and Heaven have never snuck off in the woods and knocked boots?" she mused. "You are not asking because you think we did and didn't talk about it so you must be wondering what it would be like if we did, so yes, I would fuck you if you asked me to while doing a little shooter-spotter bonding out in the forest," I related to Hope; on the Marksmanship team, I was the spotter to her shooter. Her eyes flashed like lightning on a pitch black night. A powerful, lethal rifle in hand and a lover penetrating her was Hope's aphrodisiac, her perfect storm. "You should get ready for that. I definitely think it will make us a more simpatico team," Hope smiled and rubbed her breasts against my chest. "Are you going to make me obey you?" "I'm going to stick a ponytail up your ass and make you call me Master," I confided. "Oh, so how do you want your bullets; orally, anally or at high-velocity?" she remarked as her grin became more feral. "I've got nothing but love for you, Baby," I joked. We finished toweling off and headed for the bedroom area. We immediately noticed that while the sofa-beds were still open, they were unoccupied. Had we been that loud? I'm being rhetorical, I am the soul of discretion but I bring out the vocalist in every woman I meet. Inside the screens I could make out the forms of multiple girls having already settled in under the covers. Rio and Mercy were intertwined at their usual place on the far side of the bed. Barbie Lynn was curled up, facing away from us, in the middle of the platform, and Vivian was on her back, eyes closed, stretching out on the near side. I motioned Hope to follow me to the spot between Barbie Lynn and Vivian at the foot of the bed. She looked down at her carefully placed clothes then back to me. Her gaze went to the clock on one of the wardrobes, back to me, then she followed. We lay in each other's arms for a few minutes as our hair dried and bodies wound down. "Umm, that was definitely more than I envisioned, Zane," Hope sighed happily while staring up at the clouds in the night sky. "I need to be going but I look forward to seeing you in the morning." "No, you are staying the night," I stated. Hope pushed herself up into a kneeling position, hands on her thighs and her ass resting on her heels. "You are getting off on ordering me around, aren't you?" Hope smirked. To maintain the illusion, I didn't answer. I did get on my knees, wrapped my arms around her waist, and pulled us both into a kneeling, upright posture. Our mutual attraction brought our fresh bodies into contact. Hope exhaled and let her hands come to rest on my buttocks and the side of her head rest against my collarbone while my hands cupped each of her ass cheeks. Hope then did something I hadn't even imagined; she purred like a sated cat and snuggled firmly into my embrace. "Thank you, Zane," she whispered. "You're welcome, my Little Thunder" I responded. I knew I could have said something like 'you are worth it' or 'you did all the real work,' but I went with what felt right and those were the words she wanted to hear. Never just another Monday Morning. Death is inevitable; no one can force it upon you or save you from it. "Zane," a woman whispered in my ear. It is a testament to my out-of-control sex life that I didn't immediately know the identity of the woman in my bed even though drugs and/or alcohol were not involved. "Yes, Hope?" I turned and whispered back. "We are surrounded," her eyes glimmered. Indeed, we had been surrounded in the few hours we'd been asleep. Barbie Lynn had crowded in on Hope's section of the bed. As Hope rolled onto her side and snuggled into me, Barbie Lynn wiggled in behind her and pressed her magnificent boobs into Hope's back. She had even put her upper arm to rest on Hope's and had situated her right lower thigh and calf between Hope's legs. On the other side of the equation, Vivian was on her side, left leg laid over my thighs and left hand on my chest, on top of Hope's hand. Both our new female companions were sound asleep and snoring softly. "What do you want me to do about it?" I inquired quietly. "I don't know," Hope seemed conflicted. "Barbie Lynn is having a good dream." "And?" I wondered. "Her nipples are digging into my back and she's humping my ass," Hope grinned. At least she wasn't offended. "What would you do?" "Turn over slowly, push her on her back, spread her legs and then slip two fingers into her cunt and pump her," I tried not to snicker. "Work in small circles, then start suckling on a nipple; she likes a bit of teeth." "I've never been sexually involved with a woman," Hope said. It wasn't a statement but a declaration of an issue she was contemplating. "You would like to see Barbie Lynn and me, pleasuring one another, would you not?" Hope mused. "Absolutely," I nodded slightly, enough not to wake our companions. "I'll bring it up to her over breakfast," she informed me thoughtfully. "I need to look into her clear blue eyes when I talk this idea out with her." "She'll like that," I murmured, "and that is what she deserves too." Though asleep (we hoped), Barbie Lynn nuzzled into Hope's ear and let her hand drop down onto Hope's closest breast. "She's not making waiting easy," Hope looked worried concerning her desire to postpone the encounter. "The best things in life are never easy," I pointed out before we both drifted back off. Good News,  Rejection I woke up with the feeling that something was wrong but I couldn't place it. The alarm wasn't going off, the phone wasn't ringing, and there were no sirens screaming. Vivian, on my left side, had worked her way between my arm and my body and was draped over half of my form. The awkwardness only increased when I realized she'd slid a hand between her legs. That wasn't so bad except it also meant the back of her hand was also rubbing along my cock. Her other hand had come to rest against my neck on the far side and her face was blowing softly on my neck's near side. Remember the arm she'd separated from my side? The devilish hand at the end of that arm had somehow wedged itself under her underwear and was holding one of Vivian's ass cheeks. Vivian began the slow, steady process of awakening, bringing about a strange paralysis in me. As her mind wandered its way toward alertness, both of her hands fidgeted slightly. My pulse jumped and my rod raced to iron hardness against her wrist as she stirred. "Your hand is on my ass," she murmured. "I'm sorry," I gulped. "I wish I could say I was sorrier but I'm not. My only excuse is that I was asleep when it happened." "I know, Zane, I put your hand on my ass," Vivian said, her breath tickling my jugular. "It was already close and, I was curious." I blinked up at the ceiling, having moments ago misread the evidence and believed I'd violated this woman's trust in me. "I am going to spank you," I seethed. "I am going to strip down your panties and spank your ass for putting me through what you just put me through." "Does it buy me any goodwill if I tell you that Chastity brought some things over for Hope last night?" Vivian wondered. "They're over on the dresser. That's why I cut the alarm off, so you two could get some more sleep." "The alarm is off," Hope whispered. "What time is it?" She didn't sound so happy. "I didn't hear you wake up," Vivian apologized. "Long-range shooting involves controlled breathing," Hope answered. "What time is it?" Vivian rolled over, leaned off the bed, and retrieved her phone. "5:27," Vivian hissed back to us. "Oh," moaned a sleepy Barbie Lynn. "I guess Zane and I will have to do it in the shower again, not that I mind," she finished with a sexy grin. "No marathon session if you go downstairs," Vivian cautioned. "Zane and I have already showered," Hope said, "So we can avoid the ritual at this time." "How was it?" Barbie Lynn propped herself on an elbow and gazed upon Hope's face. "I will never look at Zane touching or kissing another woman in the same way," Hope imparted to her. "I'll talk about the details when I've digested the lessons I learned last night." "Yes, lessons," Hope confirmed as she rolled back the covers and sat up. "It is his chosen method for our sex play, that of female student and male instructor." "That's just fascinating;" grumbled Rio, "but some of us do need showers. If Zane doesn't put in an appearance, hey, what are you doing, Monkey?" Rio's attention turned to Mercy. Mercy had rolled on top of Rio, elevated on all fours, and was now sucking on and nibbling Rio's left nipple. "Did I tell you to do that?" Rio quizzed Mercy. Mercy shook her head in the negative but kept hold of the tit in her mouth. "Don't you worry, you annoying cunt," Rio grinned evilly, "I've got something planned for your insubordination this time. Now scoot." This time Mercy did wiggle off Rio. "Why don't you play teacher/student with me?" Barbie Lynn teased me. "You eat ice cream with a spoon and steak with a knife, Barbie Lynn, but hell, if you want to play Merry Monk and Naughty Nun with me, I'm game," I grinned. Barbie Lynn's grin equaled mine and added a salacious tongue running along the lips. She is my best sexual partner ever. "Before you run off can I ask Zane for one favor first?" Vivian asked the ladies. I was hoping she'd be considerate enough to ask me too. "Atta girl," Rio perked up. "Ride his face. Get his patented tongue-tickle wakeup call." "That's not what I have in mind," Vivian responded. "Sure," Barbie Lynn answered Vivian's request. "What; are we stockholders in Zane now?" Hope inquired. "I withhold my vote until I know what Zane has to do and how he feels about it." "Thanks, Hope," I looked over at her. "You are my spotter. If you are distracted, your performance suffers and so does mine," she smiled. "It is enlightened self-interest." Yeah, right. "I understand, Hope," Vivian nodded. "I knew if I asked Zane, he would consult with you ladies so I elected to take on any of your rejections myself. Zane, would you let me cuddle up against you for a few more minutes? That's all I want." "Sure," I agreed. This wasn't going to be so hard. Unfortunately, fate is cruel and I'm an idiot if there was ever any doubt. Vivian maneuvered so that her back was to me and she was pressed into my body. Hellish complication number one: when Vivian had leaned off the bed, I had removed my hand from her underwear, causing it to have ridden half-way down her ass. Hellish complication number two: I sleep naked; my cock was hard and wedged between said ass cheeks, and I mean wedged in deep. Hellish complication number three: "Zane, could you wrap your arm around me, please?" Vivian murmured. I had a feeling she had closed her eyes, feigning sleep, so I draped an arm over and rested it on her stomach, nice and safe. Vivian took my hand and pulled it to a point underneath her right tit and slightly into her cleavage beneath her shirt. Okay, I'm thinking, I'm still safe. I can do this for a few minutes and not crack. I had a really good time with Hope last night and I'm not running at a 100% over-stupid like I normally am. Vivian started to stretch, her back arching away from me while her shoulders and hips pushed in. I had to admit that her hair smelled great. I knew what to do next, but then I realized that what I had to do was think like someone who didn't know what to do. (Confused? Join the club) "What do I call you?" I whispered into her ear. "Vannie," she responded quietly. 'Vannie' must be the nickname her boyfriend uses. "Time to wake up, Vannie," I breathed. Vivian kept arching her back, with some gradual hip rotation added to the mix. My cock was rubbing down between each buttock; my hand was being pushed over the top of her shirt-covered breast. I had a reprieve when the bell's edge of my phallus caught on the waistband of her panties. Vivian swiveled her hips a few more times and then rotated her shoulders so that the palm of my hand wove circles over her breast. Her enticed nipple came out to play by twisting with my movements. I still had some hope, though, that she'd stop soon. When she ran her hand from her stomach to her crotch I prayed that a little self-stimulation was all she was seeking. With her left hand, which I hadn't tracked, she worked her panties half way down her thighs before resuming her gymnastic routine. Then her fiendish hand migrated over her thigh and cheek until it wrapped around my cock and gave it a squeeze. I had to do something quickly. "Vannie," I whispered with more urgency, "you really need to wake up." Vivian faked a yawn then wiggled violently against my hips. This allowed her to force my cock through her ass crack and between her thighs. Vivian was showing a surprisingly inherent talent as a champion lap-dancer. I had done the whole pseudo-sex thing last night with Hope so why was I being subjected to this again? "Vannie, I wish you didn't have to go." That caused a hiccup in her performance. Her hip movements became almost romantic in their tenderness and a low contented growled emanated from her chest. I racked my personality assessment of Vivian to figure out what to do next. Sexual conduct is best when you know what your partner is looking for and meeting that expectation. I took my hand from her breast, sauntered it up her sternum to her neck and jaw. I tilted her head toward me. Her eyes were still closed as if asleep so she made no reaction as I leaned in for a chaste kiss, no tongue. She kissed back in an equally tender fashion. "You need to wake up, Vannie," I said one last time. She nodded, gave me another kiss, and then let her head settle back on the pillow. "Thank you, Zane," Vivian told me as she looked up and over her shoulder at me. "Fuck it all, Bro!" Rio yelled. "Your cock is in her ass. Fuck her! Fuck her! This is your chance to nail the stuck up bitch." "She's not a stuck up bitch and my cock is not in her ass," I countered. "Trust me," Barbie Lynn provided her input, "if that meat was up her ass, the look on her face would be totally different." What happened to normal days of waking up where we greet each other, ask about our plans for the day, and wonder what we are having for breakfast? Seriously, who has discussions about what a girl's face would look like with my cock up their ass first thing in the morning? "On that wonderful note, I'm going to, I suddenly realized I was boned by reality. I had nowhere to go. I didn't need to shower and I didn't have to be anywhere for an hour and a half. Speaking of boners, why wasn't Vivian letting go of my cock, which she held tightly against her cunt lips? Well, if you can't be happy, "Vivian, could you stay with me a little longer?" I requested gently. "That's it," Rio chuckled. "Lure her in with that patented Braxton seduction then tap that ass good." There was rustling from Rio's side of the bed. "Mercy, you stay put." "I'm going down and talking to the other girls," Barbie Lynn announced. "Zane, I'll explain things to our shower buddies." With that, she scooted away from the covers and crawled off the foot of the bed. "I'm going to put some clothes on," Hope spoke up. "It is something of a marvel that so many of you seem comfortable in your nakedness but I'm not there yet." She too made her way off the bed and to the clothes Chastity had left for her friend. "Sure, Zane, I'll stay a little longer if you like," Vivian was finally allowed to respond. I nestled into her and she molded tightly to me. As I was busy inhaling the scent of her hair my hand returned to her stomach. This time it was a little lower, like brushing the top of her pubic hair lower. Vivian did me two better. Her right hand reached back and stroked my hair as I rested my lips on her neck, innocently of course. Her left hand was up to far worse; she reached down and began to pet my cockhead that was conveniently poking between her legs at cunt level. At that point, I'm trying to figure out why in the hell Vivian is torturing me. A loud slap of a hand on ass echoed to me from Rio's side of the bed. Mercy squeaked. Then it occurred to me; two could play at Vivian's game. The hand on the stomach wandered up her body, underneath her sleeping jersey and began fondling her left breast, including the occasional pull on the nipple. Another spanking resounded from the Rio/Mercy duo as I freed my left hand from beneath me and wrapped up Vivian's hair. I tilted her head toward me and began kissing her lips. Her mouth opened at my approach and we were soon wrestling back and forth with our lips and tongues. A third slap of Rio's paddle on Mercy's ass rang out. I began pumping against Vivian's ass. As my cockhead withdraw deep into her muscular thighs her hand followed. I stopped when her fingers touched her clit. I'm still somewhat unclear on how Christian school girls stand on masturbation but it obviously didn't matter that Vivian was doing it right now, she had her shirt bunched up above her breasts, her panties around her knees, and my cock massaging her cunt. Two more smacks echoed from Mercy's paddling which concluded with a squeal of pleasure. Sometimes those two, I guess the next step is for them to be the first FFU openly lesbian couple or a Bonnie and Clyde crime spree, based on which way the neuron misfires in Rio's noggin. As for which way Vivian's brain was going off the rails, I wasn't totally certain. "Yes," she broke our kiss. "Yes, yes, yes," she panted. We were now rocking with some real synergy. She titled her face away from me and placed her chin on her chest as her breathing became rapid and shallow. Farther down, my cock and her fingers became impossibly slick with a mixture of my pre-cum and her vaginal fluids. I picked up the tinglings from her cunny first but they rapidly spread to her stomach and thighs. "Yes, oh, yes, oh, Holy God, ugh, ugh, ugh, Yes!" Vivian cried out. More liquid sloshed against my cock, not too much but enough to make me shoot, all over her hand and thighs. "Oh, oh, oh, it's been so long," she wheezed through tortured lungs. We rapidly put the brakes on our action and settled into a comfortable embrace. A minute later she gave me one last playful ass wag and sat up. My cock was thankfully going into a dormant state. Vivian had swung her feet off the bed, then turned and kissed me (chastely once more). "Thank you, Zane," she smiled as she began lapping my semen off her hand. "I can't wait to try this out with my boyfriend." Plus side: Vivian was getting the courage to get back with the long-time boyfriend who had 'accidentally' taken her virginity. I'd like to make Vivian's quality of life better. She also liked the taste of my seed. Down side: I'm back to being a practice dummy for the ambitious girls around me. Also, she liked the taste of my seed. "I appreciate you letting me loosen up and work out some of my issues with you," Vivian completed. Why can't a woman be satisfied with being a total jerk to me so I can stay angry with them for more than five seconds? I know there are chicks out there that get out of bed, sneer down at their former lover, and belittle them before laughing like the Wicked Witch and sauntering out the door. I blame my misconceptions on Lifetime TV, my Aunt watches it, honest. I flopped down on the bed and stared at the last bit of dark skies before the first rays of sunlight drove them away. Hope stepped into my field of view, grinning, with her ponytail dangling down and tickling my nose. "Zane, I really care for you and I am saying this with the utmost sincerity," Hope began. "You should have let Christina throw you out that first day," she smiled. "I have trained in the martial arts since I was five yet I've never seen anyone take a beating like you have in my entire life. The Energizer Bunny has nothing on your staying power, Zane. From Barbie Lynn at the beginning of the semester to Vivian right now, you just get it coming and going. I'm in awe with your inability to learn from your mistakes. I mean that in the kindest way." "Have I done anything right?" I sighed. Hope grabbed my nose, pinched it painfully, and yanked my head over for eye-to-eye contact. "You do a lot right, Zane, no pity party for you. I can name a dozen women who would charge into a burning building to save you, me included," she pointed out. "Zane, I want to protect you, and my Father taught me to ignore the cries of my own family if we were ever attacked because that would reveal my position," Hope informed me. Man, that is just plain fucked up in so many ways I don't even want to get into. What kind of father does that to his little girl? "I've never had a pet; I sleep with an automatic pistol under my pillow and a combat shotgun beneath my bed. I couldn't imagine anyone would consider himself a man unless he was versed in at least three forms of combat. I don't think I need to go into my instructions should a man touch me inappropriately, much less touch me when I was naked," she smiled warmly. "Wait," I mused after a moment's retrospection, "you want to protect me? Can't I be the one protecting you?" "Okay," she replied thoughtfully, "after Karate Club today, you and I can spar and if you can take me two out of three submissions, I will allow you to protect me." Wait, I am going to risk getting my ass kicked for what? It isn't like she's going to sleep with me if I win, and I can definitely get some action with Cappadocia if I refuse. "I'd like to but I have plans," I shrugged. "I am sure Cappadocia will understand. Besides, I might finish you off quickly and the two of you can get at it when I leave," Hope countered. "What makes you think, ?" I get out. "Zane, you live in a glass house, literally. You and her are no great secret," Hope interrupted. "Fine, let's see who gets schooled this time," I agreed. "So, how many years of Karate have you had?" "None," she smiled sweetly. "If it matters, I am advanced in the teachings of Taekkyeon, Hapkido, and Geom Do." "I have no clue as to what those styles are," I admitted. "A striking techniques style, a mixed martial arts style, and Korean Sword fighting," Hope informed me without a hint that she was offended by my ignorance. I knew that was a vast simplification of what those schools taught but from my limited experience, we could sit back and discuss them for twenty years and not cover every nuance. What I did know was, this school had more than its fair share of females unusually skilled in the arts of killing their fellow sentient life forms. Wait, was this the Hell Mouth and I am surrounded by an army of Buffy's, Faith's and Willow's? Did that make me Zander? Maybe I was Oz. He got to be a werewolf after all. "Where do you go," Hope asked with intense curiosity, "between that blink of your eye and the next?" "I'm imagining what you look like without your bra and panties on," I lied. I said that because I wanted to see her reaction, not because I had a hope in hell of her believing that. She did nothing. "I try to put my current circumstances in a context, no matter how crazy, that allows me to figure out what I should do next." "I should have known that you would embrace a cosmic embryonic spirit when making crucial decisions," Hope noted. Translation: I'm nuts. "I am glad you pierce through my many layers of obfuscations to see the real me," I retorted. "I am glad you see the real me too," she smiled. I got dressed, pulled out some homework, was jumped by my cohort of hotties, stripped down so they could examine my new collection of war wounds before finally letting me regain my clothing and dignity, while the ladies whispered conspiratorially about me. With the help of Vivian and Iona, I actually made it to the Dining Hall for breakfast by seven. Hope, Barbie Lynn, and Vivian broke free and headed for the senior tables first but soon it was just Iona, Rio and me. Paige stopped by only long enough to check on our status; I kissed her on the inside of each wrist and she ran her fingers through my hair and straightened my collar. I had Rio check me for electronic devices because Paige likes me but she is in the Time Lord Mafia, as is Iona. I have a little feud going on with their leader. On the way out the door, Raven caught up with me for a status update on our project. She'd written a beautiful opening paragraph and I told her that we would have the books from George Mason on Wednesday or Thursday. We asked how our weekends went; she went to the Soccer match up in Maryland and I had avoided sex the entire time. Raven seemed pleased by the news and I'm not even in a relationship with her. Okay, I may be the only one who believes I'm not in a relationship with her but I'm happy ignoring the rest of the world at this moment. Once I passed the Dining Room threshold I was brutally reminded that I still had Handmaiden's Duty. She was a nice, voluptuous junior named Georgia who was quite tall and quite well stacked. My task; to name all the descendants of Noah listed in the Book of Genesis. Every time I got one wrong I had to kiss her. I'd complain about the blatant sexual harassment but a) I like kissing girls and b) I could do without the ridicule of the entire school, check that; anymore ridicule from the entire school than what I was already getting. My some miracle I made it through enough names for Christina and company to surround us (Vivian, my guardian, was right there too). Georgia suspended her punishment gracefully as Heaven pulled me aside. "We have a date for Tuesday night," she beamed like a thousand suns. "Cool. Should we bring anything?" I inquired. "No. She's doing barbeque pork chops and chicken breasts, plus some other Southern stuff that I have no clue about what it is," Heaven informed me. "What is a hush puppy?" "Deep-fried corn meal batter, I think," I tossed out there. "When do we go over?" "5:30, and she'll have beer for me and Doctor Pepper or Sun Drop for you," she giggled. She was of legal drinking age and I wasn't, and Danica, our date, was a Lancaster City patrolwoman. "I'll meet you at the car, Babe," I grinned down at her while squeezing her in my arms. "But we have to be going," I noted. Arriving late to Assembly was unforgivable. "Zane, I've decided to tell my Father about you," Hope dropped her bomb right as we headed off again. I stumbled. "Zane?" Vivian and Georgia asked simultaneously. "Do you know how I say we should all live every moment as if it were our last? Well, never have I felt that to be truer than right now," I grinned fatalistically. "Thanks Hope." Around Memselbub, or whatever his God-damn name was, I lost track of Noah's grandsons and began kissing Georgia a lot. About Using-Half-The-Damn-Letters-In-The-Alphabet's name, I caught a furtive hand movement by Rio and Mercy give a little jolt but I didn't have time to delve into that right then because I caught sight of Cordelia coming to Assembly from another angle. I had a stroke of inspiration, or maybe I just had a stroke, because I dropped my bag and charged the svelte, sexy brunette Top Gun of the Time Lord Mafia, aka the Science Club, and it was about time I applied a fresh coat of paint (whoop ass) to her little red wagon. I pushed through the crowd of girls and got within six feet of Cordelia before I registered on her radar. Cordelia is a quick thinker and meticulous planner so it took her only one foot of space to figure out that this was the 'he's got no plan' that she'd been told about. I chose the blindly opportunistic blitz attack because even I didn't know what I was doing, so how could she figure it out? Cordelia squealed, dropped her book bag, and ran for it. Now, I'm not really the moron that I often appear to be and this attack was not me blindly flailing at the world. Safety laid in either a building she could shut the doors upon entry or the Assembly Hall. Her problem was that both options sucked. She'd have to push through a press of girls to get inside the Assembly Hall; I was bigger and stronger and would definitely catch her if she tried that. Running to another building, then, was her only real chance. That was a problem of physics, crowd dynamics, and physiology, all of which she was good at. Sure, I was the faster runner, but Cordelia would break free of the crowd first, giving her a head start. The question was; would it be enough? Cordelia made for Simmons Hall, which was a good plan except for one annoying aspect of school life, politeness. Two girls were hurrying out of the building but stopped to hold the door for her, and me. Had Cordelia made it to the stairwell at the end of the hall she could have held the door against me long enough for us to risk being late for Assembly. It was good, quick thinking. The politeness cost her one lonely second and that was all it took. I grappled her in the hallway and rolled us onto the ground. Cordelia was giggling and screeching and trying to wiggle free but I would have my revenge. I finally got her on her stomach and her arms pinned behind her back when Vivian caught up, looking incredibly peeved. "Okay, Zane, you got me, you got me. I give up," panted Cordelia. "That's nice," I responded. I hooked her closest leg, flung off her shoe and yanked off her sock. "Damn, Zane, are you going to make me walk around barefooted?" Cordelia snickered. "Nope," I answered as I went after her other foot. Cordelia struggled but not overly much. It was all fun and games until I tied one sock around her ankle then secured the same side hand to the ankle behind her back. She fought harder to keep the other wrist/ankle set free but I got those to. I'd hog-tied her, sort of. "Oh, come on," Cordelia moaned, starting to get pissed. "Zane, stop this," Vivian warned. "Vivian, do you want to see pictures of us, you and I, on the internet? Because that is exactly what this is about," I explained. "Cordelia feels like she can fuck with my life without repercussions. I'm not even asking her to stop, only to give me a warning before she does anything that is going to make my life rough." "Things like Barbie Lynn and me in the shower, Cordy," I grumbled. "But it was so hot to watch, Zane," Cordelia countered. "All it takes is two phone calls; one to me and one to her," I pointed out. "Vivian, can I have a red marker?" Vivian thought about it for a second, then handed it over. I went around to Cordelia's face and began writing on it. Cordelia was fuming and only got angrier when, by touch alone, she figured out what my message was. "Fine," Cordelia growled, "lesson learned. Let me up." "Nope. They will find you when Assembly is over," I informed her. Now she thrashed about for real. "Don't do this, Zane," Vivian cautioned me. "I'll explain later, I promise," I responded to my guardian. "Cordelia, we are going now. Do you need anything?" "I could use a sip of water," she smirked. I went over to the water fountain, drank some in, filled up my cheeks then knelt down beside her and let her suck the water out of my mouth. "Umm, Zane spit, my favorite flavor," Cordelia joked. Vivian and I made for the door. "Oh, come on, Zane," Cordelia called out. "This isn't funny anymore. Let me go." "They will let you go around 9:05 when the first students show up, Cordelia," I shouted over my shoulder. "I hope you give this little exhibition some thought." As we sprinted across the campus grounds, we spotted Iona standing guard over my book bag. "Thanks, Iona," I grinned. "It was something I had to do." "Oh, it gets worse," Iona sighed morosely. "Zane, it wasn't my idea." She handed a cloth bracelet made of an intertwined white and green thread to Vivian. "I'll get you a blue thread as it seems you've earned it." Any explanation was cut off by the bell for Assembly. We raced into the seats various compatriots had saved for us with bonus confusion of having Georgia sitting next to me. Chancellor Bazz was back in charge but I didn't have too much time to notice; Georgia had returned to her Bible quiz and I was screwing up big time. Much secretive kissing ensued. Once we exited the Assembly, the mass of us disseminated to our various first classes. Iona had to go a different way than me but Rio stuck close. I noticed she and Mercy both had more elaborate bracelets. "So, what's up with this," I tapped it. "He-he," Rio gloated. "It is an indicator of what you've done to us, or we to you." "Whose idea was this?" I groaned. "Three guesses, Brainiac," she laughed. "What does mine indicate?" Vivian worried. "Kissing and groped," Rio snickered. "I'll make sure you get your blue strand asap. That means you've been naked with him." Vivian gave me a concerned look. "Still feeling sorry about leaving Cordelia tied up?" I joked. "Our Lord Christ teaches us to forgive those who have trespassed against us," Vivian quoted. "Wait, you guys tied up Cordelia? Where? And can I go get me some?" Rio exulted. "She's free by now," I let down my buddy. "He did write 'Paige is smarter' on her face with a red marker," Vivian added. "Bro, she is going to kill you," Rio giggled. "Nah, Cordelia is angry but she doesn't buy into revenge," I stated. "She will look for other schemes to control me and I'll find other ways to keep her in line." "What has Cordelia done to control you?" Vivian asked. "Vivian," I sighed, "why do you think Cordelia would create a free porn site with my sexual antics as the main attraction? She can see me perform whenever she wants, but why share it?" "That is convoluted as fuck," Rio griped. Vivian was thinking that over. "So she gets at you by putting at risk the women you are with," she thought out loud. "You two are playing a game of chicken. She threatens to expose those who have sex with you, and you dare her to do just that. It seems to me you two are putting other girls at risk in your simple little game." "It is not a game, Vivian, it is not little, and it definitely isn't simple," I explained. "It is not me versus Cordelia any more than it is Rhaine versus Christina, or the Progressives resisting Chancellor Bazz. Everyone wants something and most are willing to aggressively pursue those goals. I mean, you found a use for me in less than four days." "I, I, Vivian stuttered because I'd laid bare this morning's activities. She was saved by the entrance to my classroom. She dropped me off, then returned to her normal schedule. My ass had barely touched my seat when I got a text. Apparently, I had an important phone message. It turned out to be from the Vice Chancellor's office. "Hello," Ms. Reveal, who, like the Vice Chancellor, was new to the school, answered, "Doctor Scarlett's office." "Hi, this is Zane Braxton. Did you assign me a meeting with the Vice Chancellor?" "Yes, Mr. Braxton, and you have one minute to get here," the young lady informed me. "When did Doctor Scarlett tell you to call me?" I asked, right as Ms. Goodswell walked into the room. I was almost out of time. "I don't see how that was relevant," Ms. Reveal sounded cross. "Well, sorry then, but the nine o'clock hour isn't good for me. English rocks so call me back when there is another opening in the good Doctor's schedule," I said smugly. "Wait, you can't, Reveal got out before I hung up. I enjoyed the class while noticing that no one rang me back. I was suspicious that Scarlett was yanking my chain and no calls pretty much confirmed that. At the end of class Virginia Goodswell pulled me and Raven, my project partner, aside. After all, last time she'd seen us together, we'd had, difficulties. "Are you two making positive progress?" She smiled to us. "Yes, we are," Raven chimed in. "I've created our opening statement and Zane is getting four books from George Mason for us to use as source material." Virginia looked at me askance. "Raven, this might be a good time to inform you that we are getting those books under a third party's name because Rio picked his pocket and checked them out using his student ID and password," I told my partner. "Zane, if you are exhibiting this much larceny for a freshman English project, what are you going to do for Finals?" Virginia teased me. It was clearly too late to chastise me. "As I recall, the Library of Congress's security is provided by the lowest bidder," I retorted. "God give me strength," Raven and Virginia said with perfect symmetry. I may not be respected but I am treated with tolerance and compassion, which is more than I should expect. Vivian escorted me to the second class of the day, Biblical Archeology, which I shared with Rio. At the door Vivian tapped my arm. "At Homecoming I'd like you

Summary? Can ants be farmers? Join Kiersten to find out!   For my hearing impaired followers, a complete transcript of this podcast follows the show notes on Podbean   Show Notes: “Tales from the Ant World” by Edward O. Wilson “Adventures Among Ants” by Mark W. Moffett Music written and performed by Katherine Camp   Transcript (Piano music plays) Kiersten - This is Ten Things I Like About…a ten minute, ten episode podcast about unknown or misunderstood wildlife. (Piano music stops)   Kiersten - Welcome to Ten Things I Like About… I'm Kiersten, your host, and this is a podcast about misunderstood or unknown creatures in nature. Some we'll find right out side our doors and some are continents away but all are fascinating.  This podcast will focus ten, ten minute episodes on different animals and their amazing characteristics. Please join me on this extraordinary journey, you won't regret it. Can ants be farmers? In this episode we are going to find out. The sixth thing I like about ants is their farming abilities. You may have heard of leafcutter ants. These are ants that cut leaves and carry them back to their colony. They are often highlighted in nature television programs. It's mesmerizing and charming watching a line of ants traveling with various sizes of leaf pieces held above their heads. Leafcutters will fall into one of two genera: Acromyrmex and Atta. There are 39 species that we currently know of and they are all found in the New World. Atta are most prevalent in the tropics of South America but there are two species that can be found in North America, one in Texas and Louisiana and one in Arizona.  Leafcutter ant nests can extend 7 meters, or 22 feet, into the earth and contain eight thousand chambers. The largest chamber is typically the ant waste chamber which is buried as far down as they can make it. The title of this episode is farmers so how does that relate to our leafcutter ants? Well, leafcutter ants are farmers. I used to think that they cut those little pieces of leaves to eat themselves, but that is not what they are doing. They take the leaves back to their nest where they feed it to fungus. They tend the fungus like farmers and then they eat the fungus, or rather the larvae eat the fungus. So I guess every leaf cutter ant eats the fungus at some point in their life.  The adult workers ants eat the sap from the leaf fragments that they cut. This is what energizes them to process the leaves. The leaves have to be mulched first before it is fed to the fungus. The fungus will grow and grow and grow in the leafcutter nest. It will fill up the majority of the chambers with a lightweight spongy structure that kind of looks like a human brain and is called a fungus garden. The ants tend the fungus by adding new leaves to the top and sides while they removed the older bottom portions.  It is unusual that ants are completely dependent on vegetation, but leafcutter ants are. The fungus is actually high in protein and that helps the larvae grow big and strong.   The largest nest that Mark Moffett ever came across during his studies was in the Kaw Mountains of French Guiana. The above ground soil mounds were chest high and ranged over a 14 meter wide area. It ranged over about 160 square meters in total. If we compared this to a human made structure, it would be bigger than the Empire State Building in New York City. This nest probably housed millions of workers.  A nest of this size can require an excavation of 40 tons of soil. It must house the queen, the brood, and the workers but even with millions of ants it's the fungus gardens that take up most of the real estate. The ant population can weigh up to 15 to 20 kilograms and utilize 280 kilograms of leaves. That's enough plant matter to blanket a soccer field. Now, this is a lot of living things inside an enclosed space, so it gets hot and humid. To combat increasing heat and humidity which slows down fungal growth, the ants have installed air conditioning ducts. The long tunnels that open above ground are placed strategically around the nest to release humidity and heat. If it get too cold, the tunnels will be closed off.  The only reason leafcutter ant nests can support millions of workers is because they are farmers. Just like humans, farming allows the ants to support a larger population by creating their own resources. These ants use incredibly advanced farming techniques. Humans will use various farming equipment to produce large quantities of crops, but for leafcutter ants its all hands on deck. The ants within this species are highly polymorphic, meaning sizes between workers vary greatly depending on your job. The largest soldier ant is 200 times bigger than that of a small worker. These colonies are run like assembly lines of self-directed individuals. Many steps are managed by ants in a variety of sizes. Mid-size workers cut the foliage, carry it into the nest, and deposit it onto the garden surface. Smaller ants with 1.6 millimeter wide heads take the next step which is shredding the greens into scraps.The next step is accomplished by even smaller ants who chew up the scraps into moist pulp. Still smaller ants will insert the pulp into the gardens. Then ants with 1 mm sized heads will lick the pulp and seed it with tufts of fungus from established fungal gardens. This is just like a human horticulturist using cuttings from a vine to establish a new crop! The smallest workers with a head width of 0.8mm remove contaminants from the gardens such as bacteria, yeast and spores.  Just like any good farmer, the ants use fertilizer to help their gardens grow. They don't have to go far to get the fertilizer, they just poop on the leaves. The ammonia and amino acids in the feces helps breakdown the leaves and encourages growth.  To retrieve the plant matter that grows the fungal gardens, leaf cutter ants will maintain almost permanent trails. Other species of ants trails vary depending on where they can find resources, but leafcutter ants are loyal to their grocery stores. Another caste of ants larger than the workers we have already discussed but smaller than soldiers that defend the nest are the maintenance crew for the paths. They will dismantle anything that gets in their way. They haul off debris that they can heft and chew through things they can't. They widen and smooth out the path until traffic is flowing again. They can do this quickly as they are present on the paths at all times! Boy, don't we all wish our highways were that well maintained! There is still one more layer to these superhighways. Worker ants that are smaller than the ladies hauling the leaf parts home will scamper about under the plant carriers and reinforce the pheromone trails. As we discussed before, these pheromone trail are super important for ant communication.  With all of these layers of responsibility, levels of workers, and intricate cooperation, some believe that leaf cutter ants are the gold standard of superorganisms. Quoting from Edward Wilson's book, Tales from the Ant World, “So well-marked and powerful is the division of labor among members of a leaf colony that individual colonies can be reasonably called a superorganism.” The definition of a superorganism is an organized society that functions as an organic whole. Leafcutter ants must have every layer of worker functioning correctly to survive, any deviation and the whole organism dies.  Edward Wilson goes on to say, “The leafcutters are superorganisms that succeed under natural conditions.” I think we have established that ants can be farmers and very successful farmers at that! Thanks for joining me for episode six because my sixth favorite thing about ants is their ability to farm.  If you're enjoying this podcast please recommend me to friends and family and take a moment to give me a rating on whatever platform your listening. It will help me reach more listeners and give the animals I talk about an even better chance at change.  Join me next week for another exciting episode about ants.        (Piano Music plays)  This has been an episode of Ten Things I like About with Kiersten and Company. Original music written and performed by Katherine Camp, my very own piano playing hero.

On this exciting episode of Fishing the DMV, host Thomas Arens sits down with Tom Van Atta, a passionate multi-species angler who specializes in chasing Northern Pike and Musky across the Mid-Atlantic. Together they dive deep into the thriving Pike fishery at Deep Creek Lake, Maryland — a hidden gem nestled in the Appalachian Mountains and one of the few lakes in the region where anglers can target these toothy predators year-round.Tom shares how Deep Creek's cool, clear waters and abundant forage create the perfect environment for trophy-sized pike. He breaks down his favorite seasonal patterns, lure choices, and key structure to focus on, while also offering insight into how this fishery has evolved through Maryland DNR's management efforts.Tom Van Atta bait Company: https://www.saddletrampbaitco.com/?fbclid=IwAR2jGiM2YwJyx_yfPBR_o1BDioDj-fh94so830FZzrmLttXbM36e6Ge3r7k Tom van Atta on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/tom_vanatta?utm_source=ig_web_button_share_sheet&igsh=ZDNlZDc0MzIxNw== Pennsylvania Monsters YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E_DeUx3vKAw Please support Fishing the DMV on Patreon!!!https://patreon.com/FishingtheDMVPodcast If you are interested in being on the show or a sponsorship opportunity, please reach out to me at fishingtheDMV@gmail.comJake's bait & Tackle website: http://www.jakesbaitandtackle.com/ Places you can listen to Fishing the DMV audio version: https://www.buzzsprout.com/1893009 Fishing the DMV YouTube Channel: https://youtu.be/n3c-CFvmpFg Fishing the DMV Instagram page: https://www.instagram.com/fishingthedmv/?utm_medium=copy_link#fishing #fishingreport #fishingtheDMVSupport the show

In this episode we’re headed to Chile, the home of this year's Adventure Travel Trade Association World Summit. Our adventurous editor in chief Arnie Weissmann attended the show as a guest speaker and participant on its adventure tours, and it seemed like a good opportunity for us to talk about Patagonia, penguins and pumas. On this episode we tackle how the ATTA describes "adventure" travelers and what determines an adventure – also, why you should hire a guide; what to look for in the best outfitters; how overtourism may have contributed to the growth in adventure travel; and the thrills of adventuring on Chiloe Island. This episode was recorded Oct. 17 and has been edited for length and clarity. Episode sponsor: This episode is sponsored by Europe Express https://www.europeexpress.com Related links: Travel Weekly’s adventure travel coverage https://www.travelweekly.com/adventure-travel Arnie Weissmann’s From the Window Seat column “Is Tuscany an adventure destination” https://www.travelweekly.com/Arnie-Weissmann/Is-Tuscany-an-adventure-destination The Adventure Travel Trade Association https://www.adventuretravel.biz/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Liza Loves Her New FamilyBased on a post by DangerHunt69. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  Buffet For ThreeNow things were a little awkward; two of the five boys had had their penises inside me, and the rest had seen my panty clad ass. Everyone was being super nice to me, and I bet I knew why. The occasional glance at the bulges on my chest or the long look as I walked away, had turned into constant eyes on me. I wore baggy clothes but of course this didn't help in a room full of college boys.Eventually the advances by the boys became more and more blatant until finally one day when I was particularly hungry I blurted out, "Hey, whoever wants to take me out for Hibachi can screw me afterwards."Chester and Hahn jumped at the opportunity, but I wasn't sure how we'd work that out. But never mind the details, I was just happy to get another free meal. “Fine”, I said; “But whoever starts a stupid debate about video games, gets dumped! Got it!” The rest of the room cheered for me, but Chester and Hahn looked whipped by a girl.They took me to a Hibachi place in the suburb of Chester, very fitting. I ordered the most expensive dish they offered, Mako shark, and ate the whole meal in a vicious frenzy. I loved eating and it was like I could shovel mound after mound of food into my mouth without ever getting fat. I'm not sure if it's because I have a high metabolism or just because I'm young, to be honest. Chester and Hahn had a good time too, perhaps in denial at the possibly extremely awkward event that was going to take place afterwards.Hahn's parents were rich and actually had rented him a studio apartment of his own, off-campus. We went there because not only was it the nicest of our places, but he was the only one of us that lived by himself. Once we got there, we all took a few minutes to get ready before I earnestly stripped down and cheekily decided to rub my tits together and wink at the boys. Mama don't like to waste time. I was wearing a new sexy pink lace bra that cost half a fucking fortunate, before I unclasped it in the back and had my titties drop out and then bounce back up like basketballs. Being busty yet perky, had its fun moments to be sure. I, being the ball of originality that I am, told them that now that they've seen mine, that I get to see theirs'. They blushed awkwardly for a second before complying with my request. I sat on the couch and waited for my show to begin.Predictably, both my friends were already erect. And to my surprise Hahn's cock was, regular sized! It was decent, maybe 5 inches compared to Chester's 5 1/2, but he didn't have Chester's wide girth. I then encouraged both of the boys to come take one of my tits in their hands and squeeze."Nice right? There is enough of me to go around." I said as the two guys sat on each side of me."Damn Liza, I knew your tits were big but I had no idea they were this big!" Hahn said, astonished."They're so fucking nice! And look at your adorable nipples! I just wanna" Chester said as he took my left nipple in his mouth and started sucking my tit."Thanks." I said, losing my composure. I was trying to be a top but it was so abundantly clear I was a submissive bottom.My shyness snatching my tongue, I got up then laid an Anime throw blanket across the chaise portion Hahn's leather couch. It was a long L shape sectional, and nice as fuck. My parents were well off but Hahn's family was fucking loaded.I was on my knees & elbows. Now fully undressed, Chester approached me from behind. Then Hahn came around & stood in front of my head, which was propped up in my hands. He was the perfect height. I opened my mouth wide to receive his cock. His bulbous head brushed my lips apart and then he pushed it into my mouth.I was expecting to be penetrated simultaneously by Chester, so it took me a little by surprise when he slapped my ass hard with his hand. I would have yelped, but my mouth was full of dick. I didn't want Hahn's dick bitten by accident, so I had to be careful. Instead, my eyes widened and my body jerked just a little. Hahn took this as encouragement to push further into my mouth, nearing the middle of my throat. Chester slapped me again. I was used to mental punishment, but the physical nature of this had taken me off guard and I have to say, destabilized me a little. Again, I flinched. Hahn pushed deeper, his cock now bottomed out & partly in my throat, but I knew that was all he had left. A third slap, I was getting sore now, and imagined that my ass would be bright red. Hahn stood there, his balls rested against my chin. I was spread eagle, and impaled orally on a cock. I had recently learned that I was a loud moaner, and I definitely vocalized my pleasure the entire time they were tag-teaming me.My ass jiggled each time Chester smacked it. ‘Just fuck me already?' I finally blurted out. It is hard to communicate when your mouth is full of awesome Asian cock. The last clapping sound was like a starting gun to Hahn, who reinserted & started to face-fuck me. He'd withdraw a couple of inches and then thrust his whole length into me again. He started out slowly at first, but then picked up speed. Chester finally figured it out, and  got positioned behind me, then rammed my cunt to his base. His thick shaft pressed me wide.It was shortly after that something strange happened, I started to feel, at peace. I submitted, letting the pleasure run through me and went with the flow. I knew I wanted to please them, and I felt warm, almost cared for, as I was being double teamed. Sensory overload. I could feel tears form in my eyes and trickle down my forehead and into my hair. But these weren't tears of sadness, but of joy.It felt like, it felt like I had found my family. One of them was using my throat as a sex toy and the other was pounding my cunt. I felt wanted, needed, like I finally belonged somewhere.I began to feel overwhelmed. Focus, Liza. I'm a good girl taking my friends' cocks deep inside me to help them get off, that's all that mattered. Don't let this excruciating emotion spoil the mood. What you are doing for Chester and Hahn is peak selflessness. I can do this, I can overcome my anxiety. I took a few deep breaths in between Hahn's thrusts. It didn't lessen, so I embraced it. I'm a mess, and that's hot.My cunt felt raw. But I was so damn turned on. My friends, yes my friends, were using me like a blow up sex doll. I could feel my juices oozing out of my vagina. Feel my clit throbbing as I opened up my throat to Hahn, and my vagina to Chester. My face was blush red, for the first time in my life: I was hyper-aroused.Tears were now pouring down my face. This was all a little too much. But no sooner than I had come to that realization, I felt a rope of warm cum shoot onto my back, followed by another and another."Fuck!" Chester announced. More grunts from behind me, then warm drips on my ass cheeks. A deep sigh, then Chester dropped to the couch, beside me. "Your turn, Hahn." He said, slapping my ass one final time before swapping places with my short Asian friend.I took the opportunity to roll over, still on the plush throw blanket, but now on my back, diagonally across the extension of his sectional sofa. And now Hahn knelt and scooped up both my legs. I rested them over each of his shoulders, then he was inside me. I didn't speak. He slid his average member halfway in, it felt so refreshing, and then sunk all five inches of his cock into my cunt. I was sopping wet and took him easily. He started fucking me. It might have been smaller than Chester's dick, but the length and narrower width of Hahn's cock gave me the rest I needed to recover. Chester sat up and began massaging my massive tits. My nipples stood up and said; ‘squeeze me, suck me'. Chester understood the sign language and accommodated in a much gently disposition than the spankings he'd previously gotten his jollies from.In pain from being fucked hard at both ends of my body, I just laid there submitting to them. Hahn would withdraw his dick completely, push his head just barely into me and then immediately thrust forward, giving me all 5 of his inches at once. I gasped. Hahn repeated this over and over, a little harder each time. He pushed again and again, his balls slapping against my ass. I had never taken two dicks in one day.Lust had consumed me. Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, it happened. I came hard. Twisting and turning, I felt the orgasm stirring deep in my cock-filled cunt, then rush outwards. It started inside me, then slowly made its way out, eventually covering my entire body in spasming pleasure until I was shaking from overstimulation. I felt warm liquid pouring from my vagina as I spasmed while still being held down. As my violent orgasm continued, I felt the room start spinning. I had cum, and just from penetration, what the fuck? I spent a minute in a panting daze, half awake and half asleep. I had cum so hard that it took a couple minutes for my brain to work again. Hahn withdrew his cock, dripping with my crème. His belly and thighs were dripping wet. He was panting and his spent cock was still bobbing as it slowly deflated."Hahn, you're soaked. Did I do that to you?" I asked, surprised. Squirting was something I had heard about but never knew that I could actually do."Yeah! I know, right?" Hahn chuckled in a satisfied, half-drunk demeanor.The throw blanket seemed to have taken the lion's share of my squirting. I gazed up at Hahn. His cock was covered in both my cunt juice and his ejaculate. The head of his cock dripped with cum."Hahn, you fucking bastard. You weren't supposed to cum in me!" I'd been on the pill for a couple weeks. But unwritten college ethics dictate that a guy always pulls out."God damn it Hahn, you're not supposed to do that!" Chester reprimanded him."Sorry, please don't be mad." Hahn pleaded."Hahn, please, you know that can get a woman pregnant." I warned him."I know. I got a little carried away. I'll buy you Plan B."I was now sobbing. My throat and cunt had both been used and abused. I wailed, the tears were now a flood. My body shook with emotion. I wasn't handling the overstimulation too well. It felt like my body had just released a ton of pent up stress and now I was all wobbly and unfocused.Hahn felt like shit. He assumed I was devastated by his mistake.No, I had been through a lot, but I'd say it was a pretty positive experience. Chester was a real gentleman and asked me if I was okay, then brought me a glass of water and cuddled up with me. I also reached for Hahn & he got the hint and cuddled up on my other side. It was marvelous, even if my bawling sounded otherwise.After our threesome was over, we all cleaned up the mess and it appeared the leather couch was still fine. Then we watched Community in our undies. Hahn even brought out a bottle of fancy vodka imported from Vladivostok for us to chill out with, as we all sat on his couch half naked, Hahn grabbed us a bigger blanket. After a few episodes I gave them both a final fellatio and we called it a damn good night.Fuck my cunt is sore.Interlude: The Big Bang TheoryHave you ever read the Stephen King novel I T? I don't mean watched the movie but actually read the book? Well there's a scene where umm, how to put it? "The Losers" all have sex with the same person to show their "unity" so that they can escape being lost in the sewers. I want to be this person for my friend group. The glue that holds them all together, the cunt that they can take out all of their frustrations on. I've learned that sex is the best way to blow off steam. I want to form a sense of community with me as its focal point.The Gang BangMy grief is tremendous but my love is bigger. Your real family isn't the one you're born into but rather the one you choose for yourself. I have a family now, and I love them.Soon after my first threesome, I found out that Rob (the tall chubby one) was a virgin. He was too shy to admit it, himself but some of the other guys brought it up once to tease him. After I found out this information, I knew I had to do something. He's such a sweet heart, I knew I needed to make his first time special. So, for Halloween I dressed up as his "waifu" Aloy from Horizon (not the race car game, the one with robotic dinosaurs). I even went as far as to dye my hair red and had a special plan in mind. For my costume, I even made a bow out of PVC pipe. Which was a stupid idea cause it looked like ass, but I wanted to make my own rather than just buying one on Etsy.On the last day of October, everyone got together for a big Halloween party. The theme was: character's dressed up as other characters. Rob took this idea and dressed up as Luigi if he were a member of the Akatsuki, while Hahn dressed up as a "Jewish Samurai" wearing a Hasidic beard over a kabuto. Brad dressed up as a, furry? I'm not sure. It was a bear costume with a top hat and monocle. Mike dressed up as Handsome Jack in a Fallout vault suit and Chester dressed up as Zelda dressed up as Link. I, however, broke this theme because that totally would have fucked up my plan. Perhaps I was a slut dressed up as Aloy?  We all drank and drank, and after a few "brewskis" I was sufficiently drunk. It was time.I walked up to Rob, grabbed his hand and led him to the bathroom. I stripped naked & pulled down his pants, got on my knees and put his massive dick in my mouth to get him hard. I was fucking surprised too, this thing was fucking giant, and he was hiding it from me all this time? Rob might have been stocky but to this day his is still the biggest log I've ever seen, in person. I eventually asked him how big it was, I didn't measure it myself so take this with a grain of salt. We all know men love to lie about their dick sizes. He told me it was fucking nine inches! Insane.After he was hard as a rock, I got off my knees and got my phone out. I had found this website that creates "sex sounds" of celebrities based off their lines in shows and video games while using A I to fill in any gaps to make it sound more natural. I basically started playing an audio file of Aloy moaning and grunting. I then turned around, bent over and stuck my ass out while resting my hands against the wall. "Take me" I told him, laughing out loud. He then got to rail "Aloy" for five whole minutes before cumming all the way up my back and getting a little bit in my hair. My buddy was a virgin no longer.A big dick doesn't necessarily mean a long lasting dick, especially if the guy's a virgin. Although let's be honest, when a guy has a dick that size, you kinda want it to not last too long. I still want to be able to walk tomorrow, laughing my ass off.Eventually, November came and it was around this time I started to grow into my body in a more "womanly" way. I put on my freshman 15, (pounds, that is), and was now curvy rather than thin. Not curvy like fat though, I was more like, Kim Kardashian now. Not fat but sexy with a full figure. I literally know nothing about her except that I've seen her naked, I think everyone has. I even had to google how to spell "Kardashian" while writing this. And I mean it looked really natural with my fucking watermelon tits, so it never really bothered anyone. My tit's were a smidge bigger because I'm on the pill, but when I told that to the gamer guys, all they said was; “Yeah, nice!”The best part of having five guys trying to get into your pants, is that they are constantly offering you things, to try to buy your favor. To be honest, it was rather low-key, kinda an escapist findom situation. I'd send a weekly topless or ass pic or two in the group chat, occasionally let everyone hit, and in return they'd buy me anything I wanted. That's how ya girl got a custom Animal Crossing for my Nintendo Switch. Also, I never pay for my food when we all go out to eat, and anytime I want a new clothes I just would ask one of the boys to take me shopping. They were all stem majors with scholarships, so money wasn't an item, although usually it was Hahn spending his parents' money that would buy me the most luxurious clothing.And then of course you have the obligatory, yet obvious, sexy underwear that they'd buy me. Wanting to see me in it either right before they fucked me or in the group chat, they'd buy me white cotton, black lace, pink satin, cute little undies with yellow cartoon lemons on them and even some with superheroes (or villains) on them. The most notorious of which was a pair of Harley Quinn ones that Chester had pulled to the side and taken a video of me getting fucked doggy style in; and then sent to the group chat. Boys replied with an eye roll emoji.My favorite lay was still Mike. He was clearly the most experienced of the group. One time when we were screwing, I was wearing these pink tube socks and he was fucking me missionary. My legs were high up in the air and my big titties were bouncing up and down as he pounded into me, I decided to reward him for being my favorite! So right as he was about to cum I told him, "Baby, cum on my face. I want you to cum on my face. I'm such a fucking whore but I'm your whore baby." And he gladly accepted my request by shooting his baby juice all over my face and nose. "Eww! Grab me a towel!" I said with cum in my eyelashes. But not before he got a pic of the artwork he created.Thanksgiving is coming, and I'm a little worried about gaining weight from overeating. My weight is something I've started to think about more and more this past month. Sometimes I can't help but obsess over it. My mother gained a ton of weight after she gave birth to me. I even have an emergency panic weight that if I ever cross, I promised myself I would start going on 5 mile runs every day.I fucked pretty much every day now, one of the guys, sometimes more, would invite me over to their place or we'd go to the bathroom near the gaming lounge and they'd just strip me down and screw me right there. Getting fucked so much, it was hard not to just be lazy and become a total bottom, letting the gang have their way with me and just enjoying the ride, or lack thereof (pun intended but I don't think it was a good one lol.)Speaking of the gaming lounge, we had a giant leather sofa in there now. Chester bought it, and it's pretty fucking bitchin. And yes, I've been fingered on that sofa, many times.With Thanksgiving, and by extension the end of the year, fast approaching I felt the desire to do something special. A "big bang" to celebrate the friendships we'd made this year right before things got hectic with Thanksgiving, Finals and Christmas Break. Eventually things would finally be back to normal again in mid-January. And what better way to send the school year off, with a big bang then a big giant gang band? He he.The next day after the idea popped into my head, I went to the gaming lounge and gave each of the guys a cute little flier I had made, with the time and date of the "party" wink wink. I didn't want them knowing it was a gang bang, yet. Why ruin the surprise?On the day of the grand event, Sunday, November 22nd, I picked out my outfit very carefully. I wore a mini-skirt with light pink satin panties underneath. They had a cute little bow on the top, perfect for them "unwrapping" their present. A red and white heavy-duty Pokéball pushup-bra and a light blue graphic Tee shirt with a picture of Squirtle on it, which said "I'm a Squirter", and lastly, a pair of big black stripper boots, because I could.As for my cunt, no more bush for me. I've been keeping it short or bald, for the aesthetic as well as to make it easier to eat me out. I'd shaved bald about twice in the last few months I believe; but haven't grown out much more than two weeks of growth. I think it looks better and more attractive when it's shorter.Yes, I know what you're wondering. Okay ladies and gentleman, here's the tea on me being a squirter:Every time it's happened it's been an accident, and sometimes I can feel it happening but only when there's so much liquid it's obvious. It only happens when I'm riding on top. I think it has something to do with a guy's shape or size, but when I move a certain way they hit something deep inside me. I think it's the g-spot or internal part of the clit. To be honest, I don't know what it is; but it feels great. Sometimes I can just tell it's going to happen but it's always a fun surprise when I'm just doing my thing and one of the boys say something like "I can feel you dripping down me". Most times I ride, it always results in some liquid on the bed but there's been about five or so times that it literally soaks the entire area we were laying in.It was now time for the party to start and the final preparations were underway. I convinced Hahn to lend me his crazy rich Asian parents' credit card to pay for one night at one of those supersized hotel suites that can fit like ten people, at a hotel in downtown Philadelphia. Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne were right, money is the best super power."Thank you all for coming today! I have gotten us together today to celebrate our friendship and the ties that bind us together, me!" I giggled. "In honor of this, you will all be fucking me tonight, together! And then separately afterwards as the whim hits you.""Eww, I don't want to see Chester's dick." Brad protested."Why? I know Hahn already has!" Mike sneered."Seems, kinda scary." Rob whimpered.I took charge. "Now, I guess you don't have to have sex with me, but look at it this way: tomorrow morning everyone leaves campus for Thanksgiving. Then, after that; you have finals week and then everyone goes home for winter break. This very well might be your last chance to get your dick wet in some coochie before next year. I'd take that deal if I were you. Besides, you've all fucked me before. Everyone in this room has had their dick inside of me, what's the difference in doing it all at the same time?""Welp, I'm in!" Cheered Chester."Fuck it, I've already seen Chester's crooked ass dick once before." Hahn sighed. "Might as well get my money's worth out of this hotel room too, while I'm at it.""Jeez, I'm in too." Brad relented. "Like I'm about to be in you in a minute here.""Well, I guess I'm in too. Peer pressure and all." Said Rob.The only one left was Mike. I knew that Mike did not want to share me, but he had to. For the good of the group. And Mike, despite being my favorite, was not above the group. I looked over at him and made a sad puppy dog face.I could see the look of deep contemplation on Mike's face and knew that all it would take is one swift kick and the entire rotten structure of his resistance would collapse in on itself. So I slowly walked over to him, got on my tippy toes, grabbed his face and slithered my tongue down his throat. Once our passionate kiss ended, I withdrew my tongue, looked him in the eyes and in my highest pitch good girl voice said, "Come on daddy. Please,""Fuck it, I'm in." Mike's will to resist had been extinguished.It was like electricity. I could practically feel the cheers around me as everything in my plan came together. (Now if I really heard any cheers or not is a different story). It was now time, I needed a sexy gesture to get things rolling.

0:00 - Adam Schefter joins us after an NFL weekend that saw: the Broncos beat the Eagles in Philly, the Saints pummel the Giants, the Titans beat the Cardinals with an impossible 4th quarter comeback, AND the Patriots beat the Bills IN BUFFALO. It's only Week 5, and there are no remaining undefeated teams. What does Schefter make of all the insanity?17:27 - It was a huge signature win for the Broncos, but everybody cheeeellllll. Everyone acts like they're running the table now, winning the next 5-6 games no question, winning the AFC West, etc. Let's pump the brakes here! This team still has stuff to work on before they're a bonafide juggernaut.After that, both CSU and CU are in deep trouble. CSU knows they need to fire their head coach, but it'll cost them a lot of dough if they do it before Jan 1. Deion Sanders is having medial issues yet again, and clearly Salter isn't the guy. 33:59 - After an abysmal first half, Bo Nix didn't get rattled. He battled back and orchestrated a comeback late in the 4th quarter on the road in Philly against the undefeated defending Super Bowl champs. Atta boy, Bo. Way to go!

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Réécoutez le FG mix spécial "From Berlin With Love" avec Atta du jeudi 25 septembre 2025

John 8:48-59,The Jews answered him, “Are we not right in saying that you are a Samaritan and have a demon?” 49 Jesus answered, “I do not have a demon, but I honor my Father, and you dishonor me. 50 Yet I do not seek my own glory; there is One who seeks it, and he is the judge. 51 Truly, truly, I say to you, if anyone keeps my word, he will never see death.” 52 The Jews said to him, “Now we know that you have a demon! Abraham died, as did the prophets, yet you say, ‘If anyone keeps my word, he will never taste death.' 53 Are you greater than our father Abraham, who died? And the prophets died! Who do you make yourself out to be?” 54 Jesus answered, “If I glorify myself, my glory is nothing. It is my Father who glorifies me, of whom you say, ‘He is our God.' 55 But you have not known him. I know him. If I were to say that I do not know him, I would be a liar like you, but I do know him and I keep his word. 56 Your father Abraham rejoiced that he would see my day. He saw it and was glad.” 57 So the Jews said to him, “You are not yet fifty years old, and have you seen Abraham?” 58 Jesus said to them, “Truly, truly, I say to you, before Abraham was, I am.” 59 So they picked up stones to throw at him, but Jesus hid himself and went out of the temple.Jesus said in Chapter 8, verse 29:“I always do the things that are pleasing to the [the Father.]” We saw that two weeks ago, but I can't stop thinking about it, because it's such an amazing claim. “I always do the things that please the Father.” Always!? This would mean that anytime Jesus does something, that thing he does delights the heart of God. God sees what Jesus does, whatever it is, and he says, “Yep! That's it. ‘Atta boy! That's what I'm talking about!” God is happy in what Jesus does — that's what it means for God to be pleased.And why would this matter for us? Well, it's because we want to know how to please God. This goes for the most seasoned Christians and anyone who has the smallest measure of faith … if you just believe that God exists, you want to please him. It would be insanity if you don't. I remember years ago I heard someone say that one of the silliest things in the world is people who believe that God is real but then only give him 2% of their lives. Think about this: You would believe that there is a sovereign Creator over the entire universe, a God who made you and everything else, and he wants you to know he exists but then he's okay with you ignoring him 98% of the time!? … A god like that is a figment of the American imagination.The true God made us for himself, and he made the chief goal of our existence to magnify his glory (which includes pleasing him). I think we all know this deep down, even if we've suppressed this reality or distracted ourselves from it. We all want to please God, and since Jesus always pleased God, we can learn from him. That's how we're going to approach our passage this morning. We're gonna look closely at what Jesus says, but the aim is to pay attention to what he does, to how he pleases God. I want to show you three ways Jesus pleases the Father.1. Jesus possesses radical security. It's gonna take a minute for us to get here, because I need to set the scene, so hang with me. Verses 48–59 is the fourth and final dialogue in Chapter 8, and it's another back-and-forth between Jesus and the Jewish leaders. And this one is like a tennis match. Very clean: they ask three questions, Jesus gives three answers. We see their first question in verse 48, which is really an accusation. Look what they said, verse 48: The Jews answered him, “Are we not right in saying that you are a Samaritan and have a demon?”What's That About? Now, for us, that's probably an odd thing to say. So two questions:What's the connection between Samaritans and demon-possession?Why would they say this?The link between the Samaritans and demon-possession goes back to the Old Testament. It's part of their Jewish history. There were twelve tribes of Israel, but the ten tribes to the north rebelled and broke off and became their own thing, and they committed apostasy. We know from the Old Testament, they even sacrificed their children to demons. And this idolatrous, apostatized people eventually intermarried with non-Israelites and became known as the Samaritans. Jewish people believed that the Samaritans were maybe in cahoots with demons, but they for sure knew that they were not the people of God.So for them to say that Jesus is a Samaritan and has a demon is not only to accuse him of being outside the people of God, but they're saying he's an enemy of God. He's a heretic. He's an imposter. He belongs on the other side — on the other side of their people (with Samaritans), and on the other side of God (with Satan).Now, why would the Jewish leaders say this?Remember this is their response to what Jesus says in the previous verses, verses 42–47, and the main idea of what Jesus told them was that they are not really of Abraham, and that the devil was their father.The candor of Jesus is incredible. He told them, basically: you are not truly of the people of God, and you are not of God.So track with me here. Basically, after they hear Jesus say this, what they do in verse 48 amounts to them saying: Nah uh, you are!That's what they say!They accuse Jesus of being essentially what he told them they were.He can't really be one of us! He can't really be of God! A little side-note here: Their response is so common for fallen people in a fallen world. The easiest thing for a group to do when they get critiqued from within is to say that the critic is actually for the other side, that he's not really one of them. This is so typical. Jesus isn't shocked by it, but look what he does…Jesus Holds BackJesus says in verse 49, my paraphrase: Yeah, no. I don't have a demon. In fact, on the contrary, I honor my Father, and you dishonor me.There's contrast here between Jesus and the Jews, and it's a big deal. Jesus says the opposite of honoring the Father is dishonoring the Son.That means that when you dishonor the Son you dishonor the Father. That's what this crowd is doing, and Jesus could keep going — He could explain in detail why that's the case … He could tell this crowd what we already know about Jesus from Chapter 1 — that he is the Word from the beginning, the Word that was with God, the Word that was God — the Word that has been made flesh and is dwelling among us, standing in front of them. He could say, “Demon-possessed Samaritan, huh, I'll show you! Boom!” — and he just shines in radiant glory, a million angels start singing, and they fall down before him.But Jesus doesn't do that. He holds back. It's like he tells them the bare minimum. Like an understatement. No, I don't have a demon. Yes, I know God. If I were to say I didn't know God I'd be a liar. Not Seeking His Own GloryHe holds back and verse 50 is why. He says:“I do not seek my own glory; there is one who seeks it, and he is the Judge.”Jesus doesn't have to defend his glory because he knows the Father will. That is radical security.And we see this most vividly in Jesus when he's on the cross, but it's true all throughout his ministry. He consistently subjected himself to people thinking the absolute worst about him.Here they call him a demon-possessed Samaritan!What's the worst thing someone could call you? That's what they're doing to Jesus, but he doesn't defend himself like he could, instead, he just defers to the Father. The Father will glorify Jesus. The Father seeks the Son's glory. And it's not just that the Father seeks the Son's glory, but it's also better this way.Deferred glory compounds. Jesus will not be cheated. He will get all the glory he deserves, and he has perfect trust that the Father will do him right. That is radical security.Jesus possess radical security and it pleases God. Here's the second thing Jesus does …2. Jesus exposes a false allegiance.Look at verse 51. Jesus says,“Truly, truly, I say to you, if anyone keeps my word, he will never see death.”And the Jews say that's just more confirmation for them. Look at their response in verse 52: The Jews said to him, “Now we know that you have a demon! Abraham died, as did the prophets, yet you say, ‘If anyone keeps my word, he will never taste death.' Are you greater than our father Abraham, who died? And the prophets died! Who do you make yourself out to be?”And I don't know if you caught their logic. It's not super clear at first. Their issue is in the promise Jesus makes: “If anyone keeps my word, he will never see/taste death.” Jesus said that in verse 51, they repeat it in verse 52.Notice, when Jesus makes this promise, there are two parties in view: there's the One who speaks the word (Jesus), and the one who keeps the word (and thus doesn't die).So, there's a word-speaker and a word-keeper. And it's clear that Jesus is the word-speaker (it's his word that we're to keep; it's his word that gives life). Which means, when Jesus says this in verse 51, he is making the parallel between himself and God. That make sense?But notice their issue is that Jesus must be saying he's better than Abraham and the prophets.To paraphrase their logic, they're saying: How can Jesus offer the promise of eternal life when Abraham and the prophets, who are superior to Jesus, died? If Abraham and the prophets kept God's word and died, how can Jesus say that if we keep his word we won't die — because he's not better than Abraham and the prophets.So they hear Jesus putting himself in the place of God, but they're disturbed that he claims to be greater than Abraham and the prophets.Then they say: Jesus, who do you think you are?And again, Jesus holds back. He doesn't glorify himself because the Father will glorify him. But notice what he says, second sentence of verse 54: “It is my Father who glorifies me, of whom you say, ‘He is our God.' But you have not known him. I know him.”This is important. This crowd who dishonors Jesus claims the God who glorifies Jesus to be their God. Which means something's not right. Both can't be true!Either Jesus is not who he claims to be, or God is not really their God. And Jesus doesn't leave us to wonder. He says, verse 55:“You have not known him. I know him.”Jesus says: I'm the one who's in. Y'all are the ones who are out. Y'all are not who you think you are. Y'all have a false allegiance. What a devastating discovery, if they're paying attention!Jesus is exposing their false allegiance to God on the basis of what they do with him. That's still the case today. You're allegiance to God is measured by your devotion to Jesus.And I don't just mean devotion to Jesus theologically, but personally, daily. So often, in our day, people will commandeer Jesus for their cause, but they don't really know him. They don't really walk with him. And this is a danger, I think, especially for us who rightly emphasize the importance of solid theology and Christian worldview.I remember in college, as I was learning and being discipled in Christian worldview and ethics — basically all the life implications of the truth of God — it occurred to me that I could construct a pretty solid theology [head] and not really be moved by Jesus [heart]. I could have all my ducks in a row for how Jesus changes the world, but care very little for how Jesus changes me. It's an allegiance question. Who am I really for? What am I really about?And if it's not Jesus, the best-case scenario for you is that Jesus expose that. That is his mercy to us. His kindness. And, Jesus exposing our false allegiances pleases God. That brings us to the third and final point. 3. Jesus issues a wonderful invitation.Everything in this dialogue has been building to verse 58. The Jewish leaders are disturbed that Jesus would claim that he is greater than Abraham and the prophets. So Jesus tells them, verse 56:“Your father Abraham rejoiced that he would see my day. He saw it and was glad.”This is another way that Jesus is highlighting the irony of this whole thing: You say you're of Abraham, and you dishonor me, when actually Abraham was really happy about me.Jesus knew that would get their attention. It's a masterclass set up. They come back in verse 57:“You are not yet fifty years old, and have you seen Abraham?”Y'all know the phrase “drop the mic”? Yeah, that image was invented for this verse. They say, Jesus, you're not even 50 years old and you act like you've seen Abraham.Jesus said to them,“Truly, truly, I say to you, before Abraham was, I AM.” That is I AM as in: Jesus is claiming to be the I AM. Not just greater than Abraham, but he made Abraham. Jesus is the fulfillment of God's promise to Abraham (which makes Abraham happy); and Jesus is the one who spoke the life of Abraham into existence.Jesus is the word made flesh. He is God incarnate, which means he has the right and the power to give eternal life, which takes us back to his promise in verse 51.The crowd in his dialogue is so distracted by what Jesus says that they miss what Jesus is actually doing. I don't want us to miss it.In verse 51, he issues a wonderful invitation:“Truly, truly, I say to you, if anyone keeps my word, he will never see death.”Yes, for Jesus to say this, he is claiming to be who he says he is in verse 58. He is God. He is the Creator, the Giver, and Keeper of life — and not just life here, but life everlasting. Life that conquers death. Instructive for UsWhat Jesus does here is instructive to us in two ways…First, if you're here and you're not a Christian, this is an invitation from Jesus to you. Real, true, everlasting life can be yours if you just keep Jesus's word, abide in his word — it's another way to say trust him. Believe in him. You do that by saying to Jesus, simply from the heart: Jesus, I choose you and your way.I'm done with my way. I put my faith in you.And the second, for those of us who have put our faith in Jesus, he's forgiven our sins and we're following him, what Jesus is doing in this passage (what Jesus is always doing) is pleasing to God. That includes this wonderful invitation.We should learn from Jesus. In our witness, as we're engaging with neighbors and co-workers, let's make the heart of our speech not getting our stance across, but issuing an invitation.We've been in a culture war for years and it's only getting worse. I do believe it's a battle between good and evil, and I do believe we need moral clarity. So speak truth, stand firm — never lie — and at the same time, tell people what Jesus says, that if you just keep his word you will never die. If you believe in Jesus Christ you will have everlasting life.And sometimes this will cause outrage (like it does here in verse 59), and sometimes it will cause intrigue.God will take care of the outcomes, we just want to live how Jesus lived. We want to please God.That's what brings us to the Table.The TableAs disciples of Jesus, we learn from him. We want to follow him and be like him, but we come to this Table each week not to learn, but to rest. We rest in his grace to us poured out on the cross where he died to save us. We take this bread and this cup to remember that. And so if you're here and you trust in Jesus, if you've put your faith in him, we invite you to eat and drink with us and give him thanks.

Atta, palestino en Ciudad de Gaza nos cuenta cómo conviven cada día. No pueden irse de la zona en la que están, porque no hay ningún lugar seguro donde pueda ir ni donde puedan poner una tienda de campaña para estar. Además, afirma que no va a poder salir de la ciudad por el riesgo que conlleva y hace un llamamiento al Ministerio de Asuntos Exteriores para que les ayuden a salir de allí.

ชวนถอดบทเรียน ‘คนละครึ่ง 1.0' สู่ ‘คนละครึ่ง 2.0' นักวิชาการแนะ รัฐบาลควรอัปเกรดเงื่อนไข เพิ่มประสิทธิภาพกระตุ้น ในยุคเศรษฐกิจสะดุด ฐานะการคลังอ่อนแอ รายละเอียดเป็นอย่างไร ภาคท่องเที่ยวใกล้เข้าไฮซีซัน มีอะไรน่าห่วงบ้าง พูดคุยกับ อดิษฐ์ ชัยรัตนานนท์ เลขาธิการสมาคมไทยธุรกิจการท่องเที่ยว (ATTA)

For this installment of the Redacted History Podcast, I sat down with the ever knowledgeable Afua Atta-Mensah, the Director of Programs at Community Change. In this episode we discuss what an inclusive democracy looks like, how history impacts the present, and how you can get build coalitions and get active in your community going forward.  Community Change is a nonprofit organization founded in 1968 at the height of the civil rights movement by leaders of the civil rights and anti poverty movements. They fight for economic freedom, a care economy that allows families. Providers, and communities to access care, and an immigrant inclusive multiracial democracy. They believe that unless we can find a path toward an immigrant-inclusive multiracial democracy, the number of Americans excluded from basic social and economic protections will continue to increase, and conflicts over rights and resources will tear us apart. You can find more information on Community Change and how to get involved here: https://www.communitychange.org Stay Connected with Me: PATREON: patreon.com/redactedhistory https://www.tiktok.com/@Blackkout___ https://www.instagram.com/redactedhistory_ Contact: thisisredactedhistory@gmail.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this inspiring episode of PivotMe, April revisits one of her most loved concepts: the Atta Folder. If you're new to it—think of it as your personal vault of encouragement. April dives into why it's not just for you, but how regularly building up others can radically transform your team, your relationships, and even your leadership legacy. Key Takeaways: What an Atta Folder Is: A digital or physical space where you store positive feedback, praise, and reminders of your value—for when you need it most. Why It Matters: We all have easy access to what's gone wrong. The Atta Folder is your curated reminder of what's gone right—fuel for your confidence. From Self to Team: Start by building your own Atta Folder, but don't stop there. Become the person who fills others' folders too. Ripple Effect of Recognition: When you consistently affirm those around you, you don't just boost their morale—you build loyalty, trust, and culture. How to Make It a Habit: April gives tactical steps for turning appreciation into a routine—one that boosts productivity, mental health, and connection. Quote from the Episode: “Evidence of what you've done wrong is always available—so you better intentionally collect what you've done right.” Actionable Items: Create (or update) your personal Atta Folder with screenshots, notes, and feedback. Give specific, sincere compliments to three people today—text, email, sticky note, whatever works. Build the habit: set reminders or create a ritual to affirm people regularly—at work, at home, or even in the pickup line. The Atta Folder isn't just feel-good fluff—it's a tool for resilience. And when you make a habit of building others up too, you create workplaces, homes, and communities where people feel seen, valued, and inspired. Start yours today—and go fill someone else's too. --------- Want to be part of a transformative experience for entrepreneurs and leaders?

This week on The Outdoor Adventure Lifestyle Podcast, Rick sits down with Jason Reckers, a long-time force behind the scenes at the Adventure Travel Trade Association (ATTA). Jason shares his journey from building tech startups in California to becoming COO at ATTA and now, his new mission to build connections between travelers and responsible tour operators through exciting projects like Adventure.Travel. Facebook   Twitter   Instagram Love the show? Subscribe,  rate, review, and share! Sign up for my Newsletter  HERE I'd love to hear your feedback about the show! You can contact me here:  rick@ricksaez.com Show Notes How a Free Lunch Changed the Course of My Career (Seriously) What Happened (Personal Story): Picture this: I'm sitting in a random California lunch spot, just expecting a free sandwich. I'd been doing some web development work, helping businesses slap together websites during the FrontPage era (yeah, that old-school). Next thing I know, I'm getting pitched by two guys with big dreams and zero dollars about reviving this global Adventure Travel Trade Association. They needed a website, and in return? They'd buy me lunch. Was it logical? Nope. Was it exciting? Absolutely. I had spent years going to sterile tech conferences where unless you were knee-deep in code, you were invisible. But this adventure travel crowd? They were warm. Welcoming. Passionate. People who actually made eye contact and talked about things like culture, conservation, and sleeping under the stars (not just server downtime). So I said yes. And twenty years later, here we are. Principle: Here's the thing I learned: It's not about being the “most adventurous” or having a perfect résumé. The outdoor adventure industry thrives on real relationships and a shared belief that travel should mean something—to the traveler and the planet. You don't need to summit Everest to belong. You just need to show up, be open, and give a damn. Transition (Problem Identification): However, most people believe they need to have a grand, rugged origin story to break into this space or make a mark. They wait for “enough experience” or the “right time” to get started. Meanwhile, they miss the magic of community, connection, and purpose that this industry actually runs on. That's Why: That's why this episode of the Outdoor Adventure Lifestyle Podcast is so special. We dig into the stories behind the scenes—from scrappy beginnings to global summits—and the real human relationships that power this movement forward. If you've ever felt like you didn't quite “fit in” to the adventure mold, this one's your invitation to come as you are. Call to Action (PAS style): Think you need to be the most extreme, experienced, or expert outdoorsy person to make an impact? Think again. Stop letting imposter syndrome hold you back—there's a place for you here. Listen to this episode now and find out why.    

No Need for Atta Boys Don't do things for praise. Do them because they matter to you. Do them because they align with your values. Recognition is fleeting; integrity is lasting. When you give your best, let that be the reward. 

A new June 2025 documentary from TMZ addresses the “fifth plane” of September 11, 2001, with testimonies from United 23 flight crew about what was almost another act of terrorism. Although certainly a missing piece of the story, the documentary does more to speculate and imply who and what was responsible for the other events than actually prove anything about the flight. The film has flight attendants, and a dramatization over their stories, who believed men who wore tan suits, a person in a burka, a sweating passenger, and passengers who didn't eat meat, were highly suspicious - all 24 years after the fact with post-911 perceptions. This follows the June 2024 release of a video that implied Saudi was directly involved in 911. These two stories follow the motif - going back to 2002 - when the Guardian reported “Uncle Sam's Lucky Finds,” which documented “the discovery of a flight manual in Arabic and a copy of the Koran in a car hired by Mohammed Atta and abandoned at Boston airport…” Then, a few days later, “another find, two blocks away from the twin towers, in the shape of Atta's passport.” Something was similarly said of another suspected plotter of 911.After the early 2025 New Orleans truck attack we likewise saw a reporter enter Shamsud-Din Jabbar's supposed home to find “religious materials, his Quran, an open Quran, with the passage there… and his prayer rug.”This follows the official description of 911 as Islamic “suicide attacks committed in 2001 by 19 militants associated with the Islamic extremist group al-Qaeda against targets.”All of this is despite the fact that these terrorists were documented to have been drinking alcohol, eating meat (even pork), hanging out with strippers, and spending lots of time in Las Vegas. And that is despite the fact that Muslims are forbidden from committing suicide, drinking alcohol or eating general meat, forbidden to engage with prostitution, and that there are no 72 virgins promised in their holy book. This is also despite the fact that at least 4 of the 19 supposed hijackers were still alive weeks after that fateful day. One story that is either lost, ignored, or debunked, is the report about 5 Dancing Israelis, an ABC story documenting how a witness named Maria in New Jersey watched three men on the roof of a white van “taking a movie.” She said they were taking video and phots of themselves with the World Trade Center burning in the background; they were “like happy, you know… they didn't look shocked to me.” After contacting authorities, police found the van filled with five men, a box cutter, lots of cash, and a curious defense: "We are Israeli. We are not your problem. Your problems are our problems. The Palestinians are the problem.” The media then, as today, ran stories about Dancing Palestinians with no context to the short clips. Conveniently, an Israeli also happened to be at the Boulder, Colorado, fire attack recently to provide evidence of another Mohammed hurting innocent people. And this follows the embassy worker shooting in Washington by a man who happened to have a Jewish name. Both of these cases resulted in the ADL and US-AG calling for hardcore crackdowns of the First Amendment, just as 911 was used to wage the Israeli-US agenda of endless conflicts for regime change, resource theft, and systematic extermination of Arab populations across the Middle East. Just as General Wesley Clark claimed to have seen as part of a plan at the pentagon (7 countries in 5 years) prior to the invasion of Iraq - and with zero reasoning or evidence. And this followed the PNAC think tank - founded by William Kristol and Robert Kagan in 1997 (both Jewish) - that produced a document called Rebuilding America's Defenses, calling for a “catastrophic and catalyzing event - like a new Pearl Harbor”; which is exactly what President Bush said in the White House daily log after 911: "The Pearl Harbor of the 21st century took place today. We think it's Osama bin Laden." And many years later in 2008, Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu confirmed the use of 911 for just such a plan: “We are benefiting from one thing, and that is the attack on the Twin Towers and Pentagon, and the American struggle in Iraq.” He said in one interview, “It's very good…. well, not very good, but it will generate immediate sympathy.” And this doesn't account for the Jewish Larry Silverstein who pulled Building 7 or the Jewish Michael Chertoff, former Secretary of Homeland Security, who co-wrote the Patriot Act and sold body scanners to airports. All the while Islam and Muslims have been blamed for 911 and virtually every other form of terrorism, while the entire Arab world has grown justifiably more angry with the western world and Israel (a country founded on terrorism) for their condemnation of that world and for their subsequent destruction of the same - creating immense blowback. And then profiting from said destruction with defense contractors, private security firms, and the general military industrial complex enriching themselves on the backs of a widespread ethnic cleansing of the Arab world. Now that the Arab world is fully prepared to retaliate against the western world, there is modern justification to finish the job that Israel started - all to their benefit.And the same exact operation is occurring with Blackrock and Zelensky (the gay-Jewish-actor) in Ukraine with minerals, agricultural land, strategic land, and other resources. Ukraine, a country he said was going to be “a big Israel.”*The is the FREE archive, which includes advertisements. 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