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This week, WGAE AI Taskforce co-chairs Larry J. Cohen and Sarah Montana, and taskforce member A.M. Homes sit down for an OnWriting roundtable conversation about all things artificial intelligence: how we got to where we are today, the risks AI poses to workers, what the WGAE is doing to protect members from this technology, and more. A.M. Homes is a writer whose credits include television series like Mr. Mercedes and The L Word. She is a former member of the WGAE Council and currently a member of the WGAE AI Taskforce. Larry J. Cohen is a writer on the television series Berlin Station and Borgia. He currently serves on the WGAE Council and is the co-chair of the WGAE AI Taskforce. Sarah Montana is the writer of Hallmark holiday movies like Rescuing Christmas. She's a WGAE Council member for the Film/TV/Streaming sector and is the second co-chair of the WGAE AI Taskforce. --- Read shownotes, transcripts, and other member interviews: wgaeast.org/onwriting Follow the Guild on social media: @WGAEast OnWriting is a production of the Writers Guild of America East. The show is produced by WGA East staff members Jason Gordon, Tiana Timmerberg, and Molly Beer. Production, editing, and mix by Giulia Hjort. Original music is by Taylor Bradshaw. Artwork is designed by Molly Beer.  

”Telling someone to lose weight is a really quick way to get through that eight minute visit, and not ask about what people actually eat before you say ‘eat less'."Walking into a doctor's office shouldn't leave anyone feeling ashamed, dismissed, or anxious about their body size. In this episode, Dr. Vicky Borgia breaks down how weight stigma actually shows up in medical care and what you can do about it. She shares an inside look at the biases and systemic pressures driving weight-centered decisions, along with her own experiences navigating diet culture as both a provider and person recovering from an eating disorder. You'll hear what weight stigma really is, how it affects the care patients receive, and simple strategies to advocate for yourself and build a more weight-inclusive healthcare team.✅ What You'll Learn:Why weight stigma in healthcare is NOT “just in your head” (and how it actually shows up in real appointments)How physician bias, billing pressures, and convenience often drive weight-centered care, not evidence-based medicinePractical strategies to advocate for yourself at the doctor's office, even if it means declining to be weighedHow to start building a weight-inclusive care team (or set boundaries with the team you already have)What happens when medical advice differs wildly based on body size

A 31 ans Agatha Christie est encore loin d'être la célèbre romancière qu'elle sera par la suite, celle dont Churchill dira qu'elle était la femme à qui le crime a le plus rapporté depuis Lucrèce Borgia. Au lendemain de la Grande Guerre, la jeune Agatha Christie entreprend un tour du monde. Mention légales : Vos données de connexion, dont votre adresse IP, sont traités par Radio Classique, responsable de traitement, sur la base de son intérêt légitime, par l'intermédiaire de son sous-traitant Ausha, à des fins de réalisation de statistiques agréées et de lutte contre la fraude. Ces données sont supprimées en temps réel pour la finalité statistique et sous cinq mois à compter de la collecte à des fins de lutte contre la fraude. Pour plus d'informations sur les traitements réalisés par Radio Classique et exercer vos droits, consultez notre Politique de confidentialité.Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 19 It Doesn t Matter, and I Don t Understand. In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Being dead is wonderful; you never get tired and you have all the time in the world to regret how you ended up this way      "You are so good to me, Zane, and I appreciate it," Barbie Lynn murmured. "You never give me less than 100% and I've never felt like you take me for granted." "It is you and only you, Sarah, Cindy, Eve, umm, help me out here," I grinned. Barbie Lynn lilted in the voice of an angel while she pressed off the glass with her upper body and leveraged down onto my cock. I shifted one hand off an ass cheek to move it to the back of her neck and pull her face in and up to mine. She also constricted her anal muscles around my shaft, concentrating on my cockhead. "Does this make my body more familiar to you?" she panted, our lips only inches away. "Not as much as these eyes, these eyes of my own beautiful seraph," I whispered. Barbie Lynn completed the kiss. Her hips rotated up slightly and mine shifted lower and under so that my penetration reached deep inside. For thirty seconds we kept the tender kiss going before she had to break free. "Oh, Jesus, Zane, this feels so good, I can't, oh, Lord Jesus," she gasped out as I shifted out, then back in rhythmically. "More time, I want more time with you, Zane," Barbie Lynn panted with a heavy breath. "We have tests this afternoon and Vivian is waiting," I shook my head in disappointment. Fierce passion engulfed both of us. Clearly, I got my money's worth from the contractor who had installed the shower because the glass wall didn't give way despite our enthusiasm. "Lord Jesus loves, ," Barbie Lynn screamed across campus. Her arms locked my head and shoulders in place, her face grinding into my chest. Her torso desperately tried to impale her hole deeper onto my rod. Her scream degenerated to an uncontrolled growling against me while I kept her back to the glass and up against my body. "Zane, I know I've been really needy today but you've been so kind and understanding, and I appreciate you putting up with me the kind way you have," Barbie Lynn snuggled into me. "You are the best." That's what I wanted to talk to Barbie Lynn about, taking me for granted and using me like a sex toy. Boy, I just saved myself from acting like a total ass! "Babe, you are better than I deserve." I kissed her neck as I lowered her legs down to the tiled floor. "If I ever take you for granted, promise me you'll kiss me, rub your body against me front and back, and then walk away. I guarantee you I'll fall on my knees and beg for forgiveness." "I like it when you beg," she said with a glimmer in her eye. "Why am I being nice to you again?" I teased. Barbie Lynn simply let her eyes go wide and innocent with a cute little smile on her face. "Oh, yeah," I whistled, "you give me hope, happiness, and warmth in good times and bad." "My body has nothing to do with it?" she questioned in a coquettish fashion. "It's passable," I shrugged as I cut the water off, "but I hope you will fill out one day, you know, quit the training bra and become a little more womanly." Mind you, Barbie Lynn hadn't seen a training bra in ten years. Hourglasses went to Barbie for lessons on how they should be shaped and her ass was the perfect balance between fantasy cheerleader and soccer girl. "Thank you for spending time with someone as poorly endowed as me," she purred. "I admit that I'm holding out for Doctor Burns. He's got it going on," I struggled to say convincingly. Barbie Lynn fought valiantly to hold back her reaction to the thought of seeing our over-70-year-old male Biology teacher in any sexual manner. "Burns without his clothes on is an image I could have forever gone without," she shuddered. "Gosh, I value you more than my own personal desires so I guess I'm stuck with you, Barbie Lynn," I sighed playfully. "Would you two get out of the shower!" barked Vivian. She was sitting in a chair in the main room. We stepped out of the shower, grabbed the waiting towels, and began drying each other off. Vivian surprised me by keeping a somewhat detached eye on the two of us. Maybe she wanted to make sure Barbie Lynn and I didn't turn drying into fondling, thus ending up with us rolling on the tiled floor. The floor would be uncomfortable but having hot, sweaty Barbie Lynn flesh pressing into me, I put this on my 'to do' list. We quickly got dressed and moved to where Vivian was standing and waiting. It wasn't until we were making our way to the elevator that Vivian spoke. "Barbie Lynn, would you take the elevator? Zane and I need to take the stairs," she said. "Sure thing, Vivian," Barbie Lynn smiled. She stepped up to me and kissed me on the lips. "I'll see ya Sunday night, slugger." "I kinda, sorta have a standing date with Heaven," I cautioned her, "so if you come by, be careful." I didn't miss Vivian rolling her eyes in exasperation. The elevator came and took Barbie Lynn away. I waved Vivian to the stairwell, held the door for her, and together we went down. "What are we going to do?" I broke the insufferable silence. "What do you mean?" Vivian evaded. "Damn it!" I snapped. Since I stopped moving, Vivian decided to stop too. "Yes?" she looked to me with what I was learning to read was a disarming friendliness. "I want to make you happy but I don't want to change, Vivian," I grumbled. "So, what are we going to do?" "How much of your time and energy are you willing to devote to Christ?" she countered. I had to think that over. Monday was no good; it was Recovery night. Tuesday was 'make it up to the girls' night. Wednesday was Specialty Night, Thursday, that was no good; it was Orgy Night. Friday was first date night, Saturday was SYFY/Party night and Sunday was second-date night. "I am on a committee at Church on Wednesday nights and I go to both Sunday school and Church service on Sundays," I offered. "Isn't that enough religious stuff?" "Zane, do you have sex at Church?" Vivian pierced me with her eyes. I was so boned because while I was preparing some sort of verbal obfuscation, Vivian sighed and looked down at the stairs. "Why do I even bother?" she moaned with despair. She looked up at me, clearly in pain, "It is a Church, Zane. Doesn't that mean anything to you? Because it definitely means something to me." "Vivian, it is a building, made of stained glass, brick, stone, and lumber," I responded heatedly, "and I don't need any of those to be in God's presence." "It was sex in a church," Vivian nearly screamed. "Come on, now, do you respect anything at all?" "You are right, I don't respect a building simply because someone declares it to be holy. I don't recall my vote being consulted. I don't respect people who bully with scripture but won't study the original Greek and Latin texts it was written in to learn what was really said. I don't respect anyone who refuses to think for themselves and listens to some two-bit liar like Pastor William." "He is your pastor," Vivian growled back. "He deserves, " "Nothing," I snapped. "He's an adulterer, and I've seen it with my own two eyes so don't you dare lecture me on him. If you defend him, it is only because you don't know shit about him." Vivian glared at me but I could see she was trying to see if I was making stuff up. "I respect you, Vivian, and that's no lie," I continued. "Since our fight I haven't a clue what to do with you but I have respected you. You believe in give and take; you believe in consequences and redemption. The only other person I've met like you is Iona. I trust Iona with more than my life; I trust her with Rio's." "Right now you are pissing the hell out of me, but that doesn't change the fact that I trust you and respect you," I added. "I don't need someone with spiritual authority to tell me what to do; my heart does that for me." "Zane, it is the constant sex," Vivian groaned. "I thought I could take it but it never seems to slow down with you." I had to think that over. "Vivian, you can't confuse love and sex," I insisted. "You are in love with your boyfriend and you two have been through some rough patches and survived. Sex without passion is masturbation, Vivian. If you are ever tempted, fall back on your love for that man because when you love something, there is nothing you will let stand in your way." I could see the turn in the argument defused some of Vivian's wrath and sent her mind down different pathways. "Okay, then why is it okay for you to have sex without love?" Vivian said as we resumed our progress downstairs. "I love in different ways, Vivian. I love Iona and Rio as best friends, there is nothing I wouldn't do for them. I love Heaven and Paige because they do for me things that make me want to do for them right back. I love Brandi and Opal because they are fun and they give me the space to be me. I love Barbie Lynn, well, just because it feels natural and right. Christina, Christina, I will always love without cause or reason. I love her," I related. "If Christina asked you to stop seeing all those other women, would you?" Vivian asked with a glimmer of hope. "I don't know. Our pseudo-agreement lets me have my college years to go wild before I give it all up to be a good husband and father," I replied. "Are you thinking of going to Christina and asking for her help with me?" "Yes. Yes, I am," Vivian told me. "The only problem with that plan is that it requires Christina to declare her feelings toward me and make a commitment about what she wants to do with me," I pointed out. "Good luck with that." We hit the bottom of the stairs at a run and raced through the halls and doors on our way to the Dining Hall. We found Christina and company waiting outside for us when we got there. Christian handed a thick envelope over, my bribe to Deacon of the Warlord's motorcycle gang. "Heaven, date night Sunday? I've found a theater playing Hugo," I asked my fox-faced girl. "What? You think you can ask me out on Friday for a date on Sunday? What kind of girl do you think I am?" she growled. "Heaven, you weren't here for most of the week, and you have to admit the world had gone crazy. Come on, Babe," I pleaded. "I'll have to think about it," Heaven grumbled. Behind her back all her other friends were stifling their grins. All those grins fell behind impassive masks when Heaven turned around facing them and stomped back and forth. "What's the problem, Heaven?" Hope asked. "Barbie Lynn comes skipping across the yard from her dorm with a smile that outshines the Sun, Heaven began. "She said she's been doing intensive physical therapy," Christina interrupted. Yay! I've graduated to being considered exercise equipment. "Harrumph," Heaven grunted. "How come his hair is wet? Besides, he's taking another girl home for the weekend." "It's Iona," Chastity explained. "Think about how wound up he's going to be by Sunday evening, because you know he's not going to do anything Iona's uncomfortable with." "Yes," added Faith, "he'll be ready to knock 'em out of the ballpark after a whole weekend of physical denial. Maybe you shouldn't go out with him; he's probably going to be pretty fierce." Heaven glared at all her friends before turning on me. "Fine, I'll go out with you, but if I can still walk by curfew, you had better know I'm going to make next week hell for you. Are we clear?" Heaven threatened. "Is that all Zane is to you, a sexual release valve?" Vivian gasped before I could answer Heaven. "You are making light of a serious moral struggle for him." "Vivian, Zane was the first man to tell me he loved me and I've believed," Christina said. "He saved me from a fight and academic troubles by putting his body on the line," Chastity added. "Me too," continued Hope. "He pretty much saved my life," Faith chimed in, which oddly twisted back to ruining her life with Christina and company when I exposed her as the Chancellor's spy. Maybe the girls had made up somehow. "He's put up with more of my crap than I care to get into. He loves me for who I am, and he's my lover and boyfriend," Heaven clarified. "If you spent one night with Zane making love, you would know I'm more of an addict than anything else. It is just that I get, grumpy when he's not around every minute of every day." Everyone's eyes sort of gravitated toward me. "You are all great women but I have to go to class," I grinned, then took off. Vivian raced to catch up with me. "Do you have commitment issues?" she panted beside me. "No. I was getting hard. All that feminine compassion directed my way was getting me sexually aroused and they were all staring at my crotch," I explained. "I figured running away was the best resolution for what was coming down the pipeline." "Have you ever considered chemical castration?" Vivian asked. WHAT? The last quarter of the school day went rather well, considering I had to juggle balls once between classs. (Apparently I resemble a dancing bear or something.) My second chore required me to bounce a soccer ball on my knees for a trip to the soccer field. Considering some of the crap I've had to do here, I almost volunteered to do it walking backwards. Karate started out so surprisingly normal (not my normal, but normal-normal), I should have known better. We had barely finished warming up and stretching when Gabrielle Black walked into the room. She stood against the far wall poised for our dispersal into teams. When first team knelt and waited for Coach Gorman's instructions for today, Gabrielle made her approach. "Coach Gorman, we seem to have had some difficulty connecting so I decided this would be the best place to meet," Gabrielle said in a deceptively upbeat manner. "I'm teaching a class," Gorman replied deadpan. "I teach several classes. I guess that makes me a teacher. In fact, I'm teaching right now, get lost." "I'd rather not." Gabrielle gave her deadliest smile. "Care to make me?" They really need to start psychological testing of the staff at FFU, or at least stop giving them daily doses of testosterone. "Since reason and rationality have clearly avoided you like the plague," Gorman growled, "why don't you tell me what you have in mind?" "A little sparing match," Gabrielle suggested. "So you really need to see if you can kick my ass, or is it just that you have to be Alpha bitch?" Gorman countered. Several of the more religious-minded students gasped, but they didn't realize this wasn't a game. Someone needed to do something, and of course it had to be me. I didn't very well have the time to overdose Rio with caffeine and throw her at Gabrielle. Besides, I am sure that's a war crime. "Me first!" I declared as I broke free of my second-team circle and walked toward the two adults. This was the point where I expected one or both of the women to tell me to ass out, mind my own business, I'm stupid, or something. Gabrielle stepped back and stripped off her jacket and slipped off each boot. I figured that since I was about to die, I'd best get rid of my gi; that way they'd have something to drape over my lifeless eyes. "Zane, what are you doing?" Cappadocia belatedly hissed at me. "Eh, you know, sometimes a woman has to be put in her place," I joked. It wasn't like Gabrielle was going to take it easy on me in the first place. Several girls laughed at what they were sure was levity on my part. You see, I was about to become a legend. Unfortunately, it was the legend of Don Quixote, damn fucking windmills dressed in tight black form-fitting outfits. To the credit of my limited intellect, I approached this fight with a totally different philosophy than any I'd faced before. I discarded every tenet of Thai kick-boxing (except the one that says never do anything that will make the lady-boys mock you). I went completely defensive, abandoning any hope of striking Gabrielle. I figured if such an opportunity presented itself, it would only be a trap. It took Gabrielle about two seconds to unravel my master plan, then she was on me like a fart in an airplane bathroom, choking the life out of you with nowhere to run. Because I am such a badass, it took Gabrielle eight more seconds to land a telling blow. I staggered back but instead of coming at me, she shifted to my side. Since I had my arms up to defend my head, she was slipping out of my field of vision. There was an added bonus; I discovered I couldn't hear her move over the mats. I somersaulted in the other direction which bought me a few more seconds, but I never regained my feet. Once more she opted to shift to my flank than come head-on. A man on his knees cannot out-turn a woman on her feet. I caught her knee in my shoulder, propelling me face-first into the mat. I tried to turn with the blow so I could keep eyes on her. Gabrielle slammed into my shoulder blade and I slapped the mat hard. I pressed up with my arms but Gabrielle was on my back so fast I might as well have been standing still. For a second our legs struggled as she tried to put me into a leg lock. Then her body rolled over on me and drove three fingers into my spine right above the coccyx. Blinding pain exploded over my body and I screamed. I wasn't paralyzed but I didn't need to be; I was in too much God-damn pain. Gabrielle's body was tight against my back. One hand cupped my chin and the other was placed on the back of my skull. She gave my head a quarter-twist. "You are dead," she whispered. Technically, she would have merely snapped my spine at the base of my skull. My cells would have struggled on for a few more minutes but that hardly seemed to be the point. Gabrielle stood up within inches of me and gave me an emotionless, pitiless stare. "Did you get what you wanted?" she asked softly. "We'll see," I grunted, then rolled onto my back. "Did you put me in my place?" she queried next. I had to chuckle, then I had to choke back on the pain. "Oh, yeah, we are perfectly placed." Seeing her brows crowd together in displeasure, I added with a pained gasp, "You've clearly never stood on a mirror and looked up at your cleavage the way I am now." Gabrielle reached down and touched my wrist before letting her fingers work up to my elbow. She pulled me up quite rapidly and gave me a soulless, piercing gaze. "You are insane," Gabrielle noted. That wasn't said as a joke or a condemnation. She said it as if she was recognizing a kindred spirit. When you are ten years old, being best friends with an assassin sounds pretty cool. Most of us grow out of that. After all, being buddies with a person who has a casual disregard for human life might come back to haunt you if they ever decide you are an encumbrance they can do without. "When I beat you, can I draw a smiley face on your forehead?" I blurted out. Why did I say those things? Maybe it was a brain tumor, or maybe Gabrielle was right and I am insane. Maybe my buddy Don Quixote was telling me the windmill is still standing. "What do I get when I beat you, again?" she inquired. "I've developed an inside track on some authentic saltwater taffy," I shrugged. Gabrielle didn't seem very impressed. "I could feel honor-bound to jump on the next grenade thrown your way?" "I'll think of something when the time comes," Gabrielle informed me. Turning to Gorman, she said, "Are you ready?" "I'd like a, Wilhelmina started to say as she stood. Dana put a hand on Willy's shoulder and shook her head. "I've got this," Coach said. She stood up and discarded her gi, depending on your point of view, she was fortunately/unfortunately wearing a white sports bra. Wait! Am I in chest-to-chest proximity with Gabrielle while scoping out Dana? Was I dropped on my head repeatedly as a child? Maybe I should hunt down my former nanny and ask her. "Let's make Zane's idiocy, Dana continued telling Captain Willy, ", worth more than the beating he took." Gorman stripped off her pants, revealing white biker shorts. It was very cinematic; Gorman in white and Black in black. Sadly, I believed White needed some serious Divine intervention to win this showdown. "Zane," Gabrielle requested my attention with that deathly quiet voice of hers. I must have looked pretty scared because she almost smiled at me. "You can let go of my hand now." Jumping back felt like a surefire way to test her killer instinct so I let go of her hand and backed away slowly and carefully. Only after I gave us some space did I contemplate the trust she'd put in me, allowing anyone to be that close outside of combat. I was walking past Dana when she grabbed my shoulder, stopping my progress. She pointed me to the spot on the floor she had just vacated. Wow, I had my ass kicked and still made First Team. I moved over to my new place in the hierarchy and thanked Dana in the only way I knew how. "Does this mean you are going to sit on my lap when you get back?" I said with a voice as sincere as I was serious. "Zane," Coach Gorman said over her shoulder. She was keeping her eyes on Gabrielle, "when I get back, I am giving grave consideration to having a general melee, and I'm placing a bounty on your head if we do. You will have all weekend to recover." A general melee sounded a whole lot like a 'beat up the new guy' kind of thing, and I had planned on devoting my weekend to Iona. Further banter was ended by Black and Gorman facing off. Willie gave the 'Go' and things went John Wu-crazy. My bright shining moment was delivered right off the bat. Gorman went fullout, denying Gabrielle the ability to control the maneuvering in the fight the way she'd controlled me. My beating hadn't been in vain; Gabrielle undoubtedly knew Gorman's fighting style but Dana knew nothing of hers. My body had bought Dana what little insight Gabrielle had been willing to give up. After all, Gabrielle knew my game from the moment I'd thrown out my challenge. Still, she had to beat me up to get at Dana. I could take on most members of the first team and, as Dana constantly reminds the world, I can take a beating, which meant I was the body for the job. I've fought Gorman on several occasions and she's damn impressive. Gabrielle was doing crap I'd never seen before and I wasn't even sure was humanly possible. I swear, if she'd turned into a Terminator, I couldn't have been more surprised. Dana's fighting prowess only went up in my estimation because she wasn't impaled on Gabrielle's fist in the first thirty seconds. It wasn't a misstep that screwed up Dana's game plan; her mistake was predictability. One second she was pushing Gabrielle back and the next she was on the floor, struggling to keep Gabrielle from establishing a chokehold. For a second I contemplated grabbing up Cappy and Willy, then rushing Gabrielle. After all, it would have been a shame for Dana to die alone. It would also seriously curtail my desire for an open-casket funeral but hey, Dana is almost a friend. Dana wasn't finished yet. Unknown to me, she has the ability to dislocate and relocate her shoulder. No one in the class wanted to consider how painful that had to be. The loud popping noise was enough to make us decide to miss dinner. Dana got an elbow and fist in before they separated. They went at it again, but this time, it was harder on Dana. I could feel that her confidence was shaken now that she had a clearer measure of Gabrielle's strengths and weaknesses. Gabrielle remained a steadfast cypher. If Dana was turning out to be a tougher opponent to crack than she'd expected, Gabrielle wasn't showing it. What she was doing was exhibiting the iron stamina of a triathlete. Dana wasn't fighting for air but I didn't see Gabrielle even breaking a sweat yet. Had I been Dana, this would have been the time I started crying out to a vengeful God for forgiveness. Dana didn't do that. Instead, digging down to her dogged determination and fighting on, her game, her gamble, was for Gabrielle to screw up somehow and take advantage of it. She had to hope that something came up before her endurance failed. And in the fourth minute of the fight, it happened. Of course it was a trap. I couldn't blame Dana for risking it because fighting hard, non-stop, for over four minutes is its own form of torture. Gabrielle caught Dana's leg, swept the other one out from under our Coach, then finished up with driving an elbow into her hip as they hit the mat. There is fast, unbelievably fast, a weasel on speed, and then Gabrielle, and if you gave a weasel enough speed to keep up with Gabby, the weasel would explode first. Dana is fast, but I'm faster and I know I didn't have a prayer of blocking Gabrielle at this point in their fight. The blow to Gorman's hip seemed to have temporarily paralyzed that leg. Without the leg, her torso below the ribcage was fatally exposed. Getting repeatedly punched in the stomach sucked. Sadly, Dana thought the same thing and totally missed Gabrielle flipping her over onto her stomach. Gabrielle came down with a palm to the center of Dana's spine. It had to hurt, but I had little doubt that if Gabby had used her fist, the spine would have been broken. "We are done here," Gabrielle announced calmly as she rose to her feet. No one said a word until Dana stirred on the ground. With varying degrees of speed, the first team swarmed over Dana. I alone approached Gabrielle. After she finished dressing and stood, she acknowledged my presence. "Did you learn what you wanted to know?" I asked. "Yes," she stated, once more into her emotionless mode. "Then you asked the wrong question." I drilled her with a combination of bravery and anger. Gabrielle walked away without acknowledging my statement. She got to the door and stopped before exiting through the door. "What do you think I should have asked?" she said with a vapor of condescension. "You should have asked us if we can help," I told her. Maybe I'm na ve, but I'm sure she's facing her past alone. Purity is a paradox; we are awed by it yet we are repulsed by it as well. Vivian was terribly subdued as she walked me back to the dorm. It was the two of us because my Handmaiden mistress was Erica, a second-team Karate classmate. She'd given me a rain check due to the trauma we had all just been through during class. "You can use my room this weekend if you like," I broached the silence. "I'll ask Rio and Mercy to be somewhere else and Barbie Lynn can stay with you." "I don't want to sleep with Barbie Lynn, Zane," Vivian replied. "I want to sleep in my own bed." "That's bull- , I decided saying "shit", while a minor infraction, wouldn't do my argument any good. "You know Barbie Lynn to be kind-hearted and decent. She's not going to molest you. You two will be totally platonic." "I don't know what to think," she replied. "I never thought Barbie Lynn would be the one to have sex outside of marriage." "I knew she was flirty but that was it," she continued. "Now, now she's moved into your room and is having sex with you as if you were a married couple." She sighed. "Fine, not like a 'normal' married couple so we don't need to go there." Ah, no mention of anal sex I see. "Vivian, I don't like to talk about my relationships with other women but I think Barbie Lynn would understand," I tried to explain. "There was no seduction between us, we collided. I showed up at FFU pretty depressed. I'd spent a long month with my Aunt trying to adjust to America and a place and lifestyle I didn't know." "My Aunt and I fought a lot and that Sunday Pastor Bill and his buddies tried to shake me down for my inheritance. I had the feeling that is why they wanted Aunt Jill in their church, and after all the crap Jill had been through, I felt that sucked," I said. "I'm in my room, sad and pissed off, then Barbie Lynn Masters comes soaring into my life." "She thought I was 'Glenda's' brother, I told her my name was Zane, and next thing I knew we were all over one another. She gave me a blowjob and I gave her multiple orgasms and we parted ways. She thought she might see me once a month and I had no idea this was a girl's college. You are aware of the humiliation that followed," I concluded. "Zane, that explains nothing," Vivian observed. "Okay, I could have been clearer," I admitted. "What I was trying to say is that Barbie Lynn didn't change. I allowed her to do what she wanted to do with a guy all along. She is still the same woman who goes after life full of enthusiasm, who likes to work with kids, teaching Sunday school and going to church." "And you want me to sleep with her when I've avoided the pleasure for the past three years?" Vivian refused to give in. "I'd want you to sleep with Iona if she wasn't already heading out with me. I have a few others I could ask but that would be awkward. I like Opal and Brandi but I also know they'd hit on you if given half a chance," I outlined. "I can sleep alone, Zane," Vivian stated. "I know that, but do you want to?" I asked. Vivian didn't immediately reply. "You climbed into bed with me and some of the ladies, Vivian. There is a certain quality provided by a sleeping companion that you enjoy. You wanted it enough to put some faith in me and Barbie Lynn last night," I added. "Zane, why are you making a big deal about this?" Vivian inquired. "Your happiness matters to me," I answered. Vivian and I walked into the dorm and into the elevator before she spoke. "Coach Gorman warned me about this," Vivian groaned. "Do you realize how much easier my life would be if you grabbed my breast or something like that?" "Is that an invitation?" I perked up. "No," she stated decisively. Her glare emphasized the point. "I mean my job keeping the Devil in line would be easier if he wasn't constantly giving me my favorite cupcakes." "What's your favorite cupcake?" I grinned. "Behave yourself," she sighed, somewhat amused and somewhat exasperated. "Yes, ma'am," I nodded. "That's a good boy," Vivian acknowledged. "When I'm a good boy Heaven gives me a ginger cookie," I prodded. "We are Not going to go there," Vivian declared authoritatively, and that was that. I thought I would have to stop by and pick up Iona Beckett on my way out. I was obviously forgetting I was dealing with the most organized person I'd ever met. I know Iona looks after all her own affairs and most of mine, plus I suspect she keeps an eye out for Rio as well. She was waiting in the main area of my 'room' when Vivian and I arrived, her overnight bag beside her. I gave her a kiss and hurried to my room, where someone had already packed a weekend worth of stuff for me. I do not deserve one tenth of the affection aimed my way. Being hung by my toes from a ceiling fan is a small price to pay for what I receive. Still, I make a note to avoid girls with bizarre foot fetishes while in close proximity to ceiling fans, my life is pretty freaking weird enough already. I gathered my stuff, gathered up Iona, and made my good-byes. Brandi was kind enough to snuggle up to my back, reach around and pinch my nipples. It was playful, not painful, so I didn't mind too much. Besides, I had bigger fish to fry. When I told Rio that she'd need to share another bed with Mercy for the weekend she nodded. "No problem, Bro," Rio told me. She then stepped up under the guise of hugging me good-bye and tried to nut me. She's a dangerous friend to have but since I can count her public displays of affection for me on one hand, I was ready for her. "Damn it," Rio snarled, "you can't give my room to that Jesus-freak!" By 'my room' she really meant my (Zane's) room and 'Jesus-freak' was Vivian, who was eight feet away looking at her. "It isn't going to kill you two to behave for two days, Rio," I stated. Mercy, standing right behind Rio, remained unfortunately silent on the subject. "Rio, if you two would agree to abstain until I got back, I'd be willing to let you stay, but you are the King Kong of bedroom antics and Vivian needs the space," I explained. "Fine, we'll crash at Aunt Jill's," Rio smirked. "I'm sure she can't shut the door before I get a foot in. She's far too nice to break it or kick me out." Oh yeah, I cannot begin to describe what Jill's reaction to a Mercy-Rio lesbian love-fest at 2:00 in the morning would be like. It would probably involve paramedics and a defibrillator. "Okay," I shrugged. I fished out my keys and tossed them to Rio. "Sweet!" Rio trumpeted. "We'll meet you at the car." "We are not going," I corrected Rio. "Iona and I will stay here, camp out on a sleeper-sofa, and take in some Pay-per-View. Come by and pick us up for the party around nine tomorrow night." "Your loss, Princess," Rio mocked me and walked away. Mercy loyally padded along. "I'm sorry, Iona," I said to my petite friend. "I promise I'll make it up to you." "I'm not looking for any particular place but a particular man," she smiled serenely. "Sadly, I still have a piece of business to attend to and I see the person I need to see," I said as I spotted Valerie playing a competitive game of pool versus Raven of all people. When Valerie had taken her shot I stepped up to her side. "Can I catch a ride to the Dixie Roadhouse in the next few minutes?" I whispered. "Sure. Wait,  are you expecting me to hang around when you go inside?" Val smirked. "I've already gone a round with Gabrielle Black today so I don't feel I deserve a second ass-whooping. I'd appreciate you sticking around at least until the gunfire starts," I chuckled. "Fine, I'll stay, but you'll owe me one," Valerie smiled. "By the way, how tough is Gabrielle?" "I'll let you know when my concussion fades," I responded. "That good, huh?" Valerie persisted. "In less than thirty seconds she snapped my neck. It took her less than five minutes to break Dana's back after that, and right there at the end I swore I saw a lone bead of sweat on Gabrielle's brow," I related. "Just so we are clear; if I ever see her chasing your ass down like Gorman did that day, you are on your own," Valerie snorted. "I thought you were a bad-ass," I taunted her. I really didn't want her fighting Ms. Black on my behalf. "Granddad is a bad-ass; I'm a teenage girl who is good with bikes and can handle myself in a brawl but I'm not a true bad-ass. What I am is smart enough to not attempt the craziness that is your life," she huffed. "Being smarter than me is hardly an accomplishment to be proud of," I jibbed back. Raven, who had been pretending to not be eavesdropping, made this choking sound at that comment. "Let me finish Raven off and I'll take you there," Valerie said. "Valerie, she's killing you," I noted. "I like a challenge," Valerie countered. She must because Raven only had one ball left to sink while Valerie had four. Less than a minute later Raven sent Valerie and I heading for the stairs. Iona gave me a slight nod and grin. Rio came storming up at us half-way down. "You motherfucker," she snarled. "Problems?" I replied cautiously. "Mercy said she wasn't going with me," Rio growled. "What did you do?" I asked. "I slapped the bitch," Rio retorted. I could tell that pissed Valerie off; I wasn't too happy either. "You put her up to this, didn't you?" "I certainly did. I told her that she was going to have to step up instead of taking advantage of you all the time," I explained. "Did it hurt?" Rio knew I wasn't talking about Mercy's pain. "Yes," she rumbled. "If I can't trust her, I can't use her." "Whatever you decide to do, I'll live with," I shrugged. "I hope you know how hard it was for her to do what she did." Thankfully, Valerie was far more controlled than Rio and judged the conversation to be too delicate for her input. "Mercy is my deal, Zane. She's my responsibility and I'll take care of her without your interference," Rio stated aggressively. "It doesn't work that way. People aren't one dimensional and you can't expect to help people and not have them change," I countered. "You changed Mercy, for the better, and that includes her desire to take up some of the responsibility you've borne onto her shoulders. And the only reason for her to do that is, you annoy her so much." "Yeah," Rio finally deflated, "she was looking pretty miserable." "Buddies take your pizza; friends take your pain, Rio. Get used to the fact that there are three of us standing beside you when you need us," I reminded her. "I wasn't asking for anyone's help," Rio insisted. "In that case, get in Zane's car and take a trip. When the cops finally pull you over you will have three years friend-free in prison," Valerie now interjected. "Ha!" Rio snorted. "That's no good. Zane already promised to break me out if I get sent away." "Zane," groaned Valerie, "do you have even a passing acquaintance with common sense?" "I get a lot of that," I answered. "What now, Rio?" "I go back to my room," she sighed, "apologize to Mercy, then come back upstairs and work out a deal with Vivian for use of your room." "No tying them up and gagging Vivian and Barbie Lynn in their sleep," I cautioned Rio. "Fuck you," Rio muttered darkly. "Fuck you and your mind-reading ability. Fine, I'll be good, okay, I'll be as good as I can be." With that, Rio tossed me back my keys and then bounded downstairs and out the door. "I swear to God I would have tossed her out a window by now, if I were you," Valerie snorted. "Umm, she grows on you, kind of like a tapeworm," I chuckled. "I think my invitation to catch a bullet has been voided now that you have your keys back," Valerie noted. "I'll catch you tomorrow night." "Sure thing, but I may need you for that 'thing' if I can set up a meeting," I replied. That thing was meeting up with a possible undercover officer which held the possibility of being a real disaster. Valerie was being kind enough to ignore her instincts, and her advice to me, by helping me out. Valerie shook her head in skeptical amusement at my poor decision-making before we walked back upstairs. That bit of drama over, I swooped in, picked up Iona (figuratively) and escaped my room before anyone else could intervene. I thought we were doing quite well until I spotted someone sitting on the hood of my car, with a suitcase. "Hey, Paige, what's up?" I inquired with a good deal of exasperation. It was kind of stupid, actually. I knew exactly what she was doing here; I hadn't invited her and I didn't want her coming along on Iona's weekend. "I thought I'd let you spend the weekend with me," Paige smiled smugly. A light breeze tossed her alabaster hair across her translucent albino features. "You are late, by the way." "No, Paige, this is Iona's, I started to say. "It would be wonderful spending the weekend with you, Paige," Iona stepped up and hugged her. "It will be so great; their house is huge, Aunt Jill is so kind, and there is the sorority right next door." "Okay, Paige, you can come along, but this is a no sex weekend. Are we clear?" I warned her. "We'll see," Paige smirked. "I plan to sleep both nights in his bed, completely naked and rubbing against him," Iona beamed. "He'll crack," Paige wagered. "No, he won't. I trust him," Iona pledged. Paige appraised me for a second. "Okay, I'm game. We'll see if we can break him," Paige allowed. I once joked with some Kappa Sigmas about joining a monastery. I'm being driven to reconsider that option. After that exchange I was happy enough to make it to my home in one piece. I'd have been happier if there wasn't a police car in the driveway. I was walking onto the porch when my ladies spoke up. "Zane, why would the police be here?" Iona worried. "Zane, if they arrest you and I then attack them, will they let us share a cell?" Paige mused. "Iona, I have a few ideas and none of them are good," I responded. "Paige, they don't house men and women together, but I can probably smuggle a message to your side and tell all the lesbians what a screamer you are." Iona didn't get to question and Paige didn't get pick on me before I opened the door and went inside. "Hey, Aunt Jill," I called out, "I'm home and I've brought Iona Beckett and Paige Zeller with me." We had already talked over Iona's stay with Jill; Paige would be a whole new series of complicated hurdles. "Zane," Aunt Jill greeted me heartily. She was coming off her lounger while Officer Danica Campbell rose from the sofa and gave me a measured look. "This is Officer Campbell of the Lancaster Police and she has an official criminal matter to discuss with you," Jill finished in a worried tone. "Mr. Braxton, if I could have a word with you on the porch," Danica put forth the question that wasn't really a request. "Of course, officer," I responded. "Ladies, could you please hang out here with Aunt Jill for a few minutes and I should be back as soon as possible." I walked back to the porch. When Danica passed me, I shut the door and we turned to face one another. "Zane," Danica smiled. "Hey, it is good to see you, Officer Danica Campbell, but I have a feeling this isn't a social call," I sighed. "You are correct. There was an incident at the Dixie Roadhouse last night and your name came up during the inquiry. The Sheriff's Department contacted the PD and I decided that it would be more discrete that I meet you at your home as opposed to on campus," Danica related. "What can you tell me about the Dixie Roadhouse?" "I went there with a few buddies, got into a fight, and beat a Warlord named Big Ted into unconsciousness," I informed Danica. "What do you know about a guy named Peter 'Deacon' Baker?" Danica asked. "He's like a big deal with the local chapter but I don't actually know the guy," I replied. She studied me for a moment then appeared to accept me at my word. "This is a different crop of girls," she said with smirk. "Yes, they are friends of mine. Iona is a best bud and Paige is, Paige. She's very smart but very hard to get along with at times too," I explained. "How is your other friend?" She tried to sound casual. "I was curious if she'd be here tonight." "I'll tell her that," I grinned. "It will make her week when she hears you've asked about her. She still thinks you are very special." "She's quite a handful," she grinned back. "Not that I'm complaining. I can hardly get over the sensation of her nipples on my back as she drove into me." Heaven was going to love that, I was sure. Her eyes wandered northward to the adjoining property. "More girls?" I followed her gaze to see three Kappa Sigmas coming through the tree-line. "Those are some Kappa Sigma sorority sisters, friends of mine. They are cool," I told her. "Uh-huh," she sounded skeptical. "There has to be a story behind that that statement, I'm willing to bet." She pulled out a business card from her breast pocket. "Here's my card, in case something regarding the case occurs to you, or whatever." The girls were almost on us so I had to whisper. "You aren't, like, married, or divorced from somebody with violent tendencies, are you?" I inquired softly. "No," she chuckled, "and cause for you asking that question has to be yet another interesting story, I'll bet. Maybe you can tell me about it if we get together." "Mr. Braxton," she said a bit louder as she took a half-step back from me, "have a good weekend and try to stay out of trouble." "I'll do my best, Officer Campbell," I responded. "Ladies," she made a passing recognition of the Kappa Sigs as she left the porch and headed for the car. Only when Danica's cruiser pulled onto the road did the Kappas speak. "Hey, Zane," Leigh spoke up first, "isn't that the speed trap lady?" "Yeah, she's nailed me before," I admitted, and immediately regretted my choice of words. "Really?" Paris prodded me. "Isn't she a bit old for you?" "No, speed trap, she pulled me over but I got off with a warning ticket," I back-pedaled. "So, she got you off," Ferrara skewered me. "Which of her orifices was required for that?" "Aarrrggh," I cried heavenward. "Fine, Iona and Paige Keller are inside. Together with Jill, they will be making dinner for those of us who care to share our table. I have to go a bar and pay off a biker gang chieftain before he hunts me down and kills me." "Can we come along?" Leigh smiled. "We don't want to fight or anything like that, but I'd like to get some video of it, in case something fun happens." "That's right," Ferrara joked. "Something like him being beaten up, shot, stabbed, or killed. Leigh, Zane has sustained two beatings on our behalf. Let's not go for a third time before the month's out." "He didn't take a beating in the second fight," Paris corrected her sister. She was right; in the fight at the mall my opponents hadn't landed a blow. "I heard he was pretty roughly abused when he went to jail over that," Ferrara gave me a knowing smile. "All that conjecture is fascinating, ladies, but I do have a guy to pay off so go inside, make yourself at home, and I'll be back soon," I announced. I kissed each sister; Ferrara on the cheek, Paris on the lips, and Leigh with a tonsillectomy. I double-timed it to my car and didn't look back. The Fading Light And The Lord Mafia. I made it to the Dixie Roadhouse five minutes late. There were only fifteen bikes parked out front so I figured that if something went wrong I'd only be kinda dead, as opposed to the totally dead, killed in five or more fashions. There were three biker babes outside the door, drinking beers and talking; one was thankfully Willa. I made sure I had the money before disembarking from my car and heading in. "Hi there, Zane," Willa greeted me. I recalled that Belle would be working at the bar near UV campus tonight and tomorrow. "Hey, Willa, Katt, and Janet," I grinned. "Willa, if I get out of this, can I have a moment of your time when I get back?" "Sure," Willa seemed curious. "I would like to talk to you too." That was a bit odd but okay. When I entered the Dixie Roadhouse it took me a moment for my eyes to adjust but I knew where Deacon's table was from my last visit. Deacon was there with two of his associates, all in similar states of disrepair. My first thought was: What in the hell happened to them? The second was: Wow, they let someone in a half-body cast out of the hospital rather quickly these days. It looked like a herd of water buffalo had worked out the dance routine from that prison scene in the play Chicago, he had it coming, all over their bodies. None of his infirmities kept Deacon from glaring with horrible malevolence at me as I approached. "Here is your five thousand dollars," I stated as I lay the envelope on the table. None of them made a move on the money and I began to worry. Then I took in the full effects of their injuries and I figured out that not one of the three could reach over and get it. I opted to push the money across the table to the closest cripple. One of the guys managed, with some pain, to pick up the envelope and count the money. "It is all here," the guy mumbled to Deacon. I could see in Deacon's eyes that his hate for me was far from quenched but I didn't know why. It wasn't like I came back and kicked his ass, oh fuck, maybe I had. "I'll be going, then," I said as I backed up four steps. "I hope you feel better next time we meet." With that, I rapidly evacuated myself from the building. I found myself de-stressing next to Willa outside. "So, who in the hell fucked up Deacon and his buddies that bad?" I inquired. "Some people were hoping you could tell us," Willa prodded. "It wasn't me if that is what you are worried about," I assured her. "Tell me what happened." "From what little we've been told or been able to figure out, Deacon and his two senior officers stepped out to their rides around 11:30 last night when they got jumped," Willa related. "Then it gets weird, weirder," Katt continued. "Their attackers dragged them thirty yards over to the electrical shed," she pointed. That way no one could see them from the bar. "Then they proceeded to beat the ever-living hell out of them," Janet concluded, then took a swig of beer. I had to think about that for a moment. "Didn't they see who did it?" I questioned. "Blackbeard and Booth (who I assumed were the other two broken bikers) were knocked out before they saw anything and Deacon hasn't related what he saw, his jaw is wired shut because it's been broken in four places," Willa tried and failed to hide her grin. I had to think about that for a second; Deacon's jaw looked like it was carved out of granite. "Ladies (an affectation they found amusing), if Deacon and his two buddies had gotten into a fight outside the Roadhouse, wouldn't the rest of you come running, and wouldn't they have called out if they saw a gang of guys they didn't know coming toward them?" I ruminated. "That makes sense," Katt confirmed, "but what does that mean?" "One person," I muttered; "one really, really skilled person." "No way," Janet shook her head. "I can and have one-punched a person and I'm only so good," I countered. "I would have figured out which bike was Deacon's, picked the third one closer to the door to hide behind. After that, when he passed by me, I would come around the bike at a crouch-run and kick the closest target where the ear and jaw meet. If I do it right his brain beats around inside his skull a few times and it's lights out," I explained. "It looks like you've given this some thought," Willa observed. "No; the move is standard kick-boxing and the tactics are the usual for ambushing a dangerous animal. If you come at it head-on, you might still win but the price is much higher. Deacon and the other two talking in a place they felt safe was the 'distraction' for the ambush," I explained. "Oh," Willa contemplated the scenario. I could see her eyes walk over the parking lot as she considered the events playing out. "Of course, that still leaves you facing two opponents, right around six feet and 220 to 240 who are adept at violence," I pointed out. "If you could hit the second guy the same way fast enough and somehow render the last one incapable of speech, Willa concluded. "You would have to be insanely fast and if someone was that good, what would they be doing at a biker bar in Lancaster, Virginia?" "Don't you know? This is the destination of choice for all international assassins on the run?" I joked. "Willa, can I have that moment now?" She shrugged, grinned, and walked with me to my car. It was refreshing to be side-by-side with a woman not interested in jumping my bones. If she'd been a lesbian instead of what she was, it would have been perfect. "You are too young for me, Zane," Willa headed me off. "Cool," I answered, which was not what she expected. "I need to talk with you a bit but not here. I don't want to risk anyone else listening in." Now Willa appeared to be curious. "Okay. The abandoned roadside motel on Chandler Road, 2:00 pm tomorrow," she responded. "Thanks, Willa. And also, do you know where I can get some fake ID's?" I asked as I got into my car. "I'll see what I can dig up," Willa smirked. She rejoined her buddies on the porch and was chatting away as I took off for home. I knew that my ordeal for this evening was far from over. There still was the hurdle of finding a place for Paige to sleep and making sure she stayed in the room Jill and I agreed on. The struggle with Jill over Rio had been epic enough; I certainly didn't expect the sounds of women's laughter and modern music to be the first thing I heard when I stepped out of my ride. Mind you, Jill thought Rio still had moral fiber. If I told Rio she had even a single moral fiber left she'd span Heaven and Earth hunting the mythical beast down a la King Pellinore. On the plus side, Aunt Jill knew nothing of Paige so I could play up that angle. I walked indoors to a chorus of 'hey' and 'Zane' coming from the kitchen. I strode into a flurry of dinner-prep activity. Apparently we were attempting Italian sausage ravioli, broccoli & carrots, mashed potatoes, salad, and gazpacho. Okay, I was pretty sure Jill thought ravioli was the invention of Chef Boyardee and

Depuis son indépendance en 1960, l'histoire de Madagascar et de ses 30 millions d'habitants est marquée par les crises politiques. Que peut-on attendre de la prise de pouvoir des militaires ralliés aux jeunes contestataires de la Gen Z ? Le mouvement est-il en passe d'être confisqué, comme il l'a déjà été par le passé ? Parlons-en avec Sariaka Senecal, membre de la Gen Z, Laure Verneau, journaliste à Africa Intelligence en charge de Madagascar, Catherine Fournet-Guérin, professeure de géographie à la Sorbonne et membre du laboratoire Médiations et Gaëlle Borgia, correspondante à Antananarivo.

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27 Then Peter answering, said to him: Behold we have left all things, and have followed thee: what therefore shall we have?Tunc respondens Petrus, dixit ei : Ecce nos reliquimus omnia, et secuti sumus te : quid ergo erit nobis? 28 And Jesus said to them: Amen, I say to you, that you, who have followed me, in the regeneration, when the Son of man shall sit on the seat of his majesty, you also shall sit on twelve seats judging the twelve tribes of Israel.Jesus autem dixit illis : Amen dico vobis, quod vos, qui secuti estis me, in regeneratione cum sederit Filius hominis in sede majestatis suae, sedebitis et vos super sedes duodecim, judicantes duodecim tribus Israel. 29 And every one that hath left house, or brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands for my name's sake, shall receive an hundredfold, and shall possess life everlasting.Et omnis qui reliquerit domum, vel fratres, aut sorores, aut patrem, aut matrem, aut uxorem, aut filios, aut agros propter nomen meum, centuplum accipiet, et vitam aeternam possidebit.After the death of his wife, St Francis, Duke of Gandia and Viceroy of Catalonia, renounced his high position in order to enter the Society of Jesus. He was the third General of his Order and died at Rome A.D. 1572.

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Sex, scandal and ... the Sacraments? Renaissance Rome wasn't for the faint hearted. And the Vatican? For some that was the source of the drama.In this episode, Kate is joined by Catherine Fletcher to meet one of the Vatican's randiest residents - Pope Alexander VI. From saucy parties to the scandals of the Borgia family, why might this be the naughtiest pope in history?Catherine is the author of a number of books including ‘The Beauty and the Terror: An Alternative History of the Italian Renaissance'.This episode was edited by Tim Arstall and produced by Sophie Gee. The senior producer was Charlotte Long.Sign up to History Hit for hundreds of hours of original documentaries, with a new release every week and ad-free podcasts. Sign up at https://www.historyhit.com/subscribe.  You can take part in our listener survey here.All music from Epidemic Sounds.Betwixt the Sheets: History of Sex, Scandal & Society is a History Hit podcast. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Op 17 september 1898 sterf seriemoordenaar Mary Cowan, oftewel de Borgia van Maine. Mary zou in haar leven al haar kinderen en twee van haar drie echtgenoten vermoorden.  Mary trouwt op haar 20e met een jonge boer, Willis Bean. Ze krijgen drie kinderen die allemaal onder verdachte omstandigheden overlijden en uiteindelijk moet Willis er ook aan geloven: hij overlijdt aan  geheimzinnige maagkrampen. De boerderij is nu van Mary en ze verkoopt hem voor $2000, omgerekend zo'n 60.000 euro vandaag de dag. Mary trouwt al heel snel opnieuw, dit keer met George H. Taylor, die ook overlijdt aan mysterieuze maagkrampen. Mary krijgt alweer een mooie zak geld. En dan trouwt ze met Elias Cowan. Als die ook aan mysterieuze maagkrampen begint te lijden besluit de huisarts alarm te slaan. Als ze een van Mary's eerdere slachtoffers onderzoeken blijken zijn organen genoeg arsenicum bevatten om een volwassen os te doden. Mary wordt gearresteerd, veroordeeld en sterft op 17 september 1898 in de gevangenis. Bizar detail? Ze wordt eerst begraven bij haar ouders, daarna weer opgegraven en begraven met haar slachtoffers...  Podcasts maken kost tijd en geld, dus wil je deze podcast steunen? Geef me vijf sterren op Spotify of een duimpje op Podimo en volg me op Instagram, TikTok, Threads of Youtube. Of koop alvast mijn nieuwe boek! Op 24 oktober komt Moord in Kasteel de Haar uit. In dat boek worden Joop en Nettie, het dynamische duo uit De Moord op mr. Jacques Wijsman, door barones Hélène van Zuylen uitgenodigd voor kerst op Kasteel de Haar.  Het hoogtepunt is een gemaskerd bal waar iedereen als Napoleon moet verschijnen. Tijdens het bal wordt één van de Napoleons vermoord. Wie heeft de trekker overgehaald en hebben ze eigenlijk wel de juiste Napoleon te grazen genomen? Als ze tot overmaat van ramp ingesneeuwd raken met de moordenaar moeten Joop, Nettie en Hélène zo snel mogelijk de moordenaar ontmaskeren... Ik groeide op in Haarzuilens, letterlijk om de hoek van het kasteel, heb er ook jaren als gids gewerkt. Het was altijd de droom om nog eens een boek te schrijven waarin barones Hélène allerlei avonturen zou beleven. Dit is dat boek. Moord in Kasteel de Haar is vanaf NU te koop op Bol.com als ebook. (Let op: dat krijg je dan pas 24 oktober!) Bij Bol kan ik om een of andere vage reden geen papieren boeken in pre-order zetten dus als je een papieren versie wil: stuur mij even een berichtje en dan komt het rond 20 oktober, gesigneerd en wel, jouw kant op! Mail naar: Liz@Doffeltje.nl #waargebeurd #lizluyben #geschiedenis #Williamfriedkin  

Lucrezia Borgia, filha do papa Alexandre VI, quase sempre era retratada publicamente de forma positiva, diferente do seu pai e do seu irmão.Inteligente, astuta e criativa, ela era, apesar de tudo, uma Bórgia de sangue e espírito. Amante de festas e bailes regados a vinho, ela teve tantos amantes — mesmo durante seus casamentos — que até hoje os historiadores têm dificuldade em identificar todos.Manipulando homens como peças em um tabuleiro, ela chegou a provocar, de forma indireta, a morte de alguns deles para satisfazer seus desejos pessoais e políticos. Mas, diferente dos homens da família Borgia, ela não fazia questão de estar no centro do poder político. Talvez por isso tenha sobrevivido para testemunhar a queda do império que eles construíram. Já o reino que ela própria ergueu, permaneceria de pé: Lucrezia foi a única filha do papa Rodrigo Bórgia a alcançar o título de duquesa, criando sua própria dinastia na Itália e promovendo as artes e a cultura renascentista em seu ducado — a ponto de rivalizar com os duques de Florença e Veneza.____________________________________Personagens, lugares e mapas no nosso site: https://geopizza.com.br/a-duquesa-papal-lucrezia-borgia-131/ ____________________________________Nos siga nas redes:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Tiktok ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Youtube ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠_____________⁠⁠⁠⁠Confira nossa loja ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://shopee.com.br/shop/482090101/⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠_____________Anuncie no Geopizza: https://buff.ly/b2BJ8Vy _____________Para escutar nossos episódios EXCLUSIVOS, apoie o Geo através do PIX: pix@geopizza.com.br Siga essas etapas:1: Programe o pix - R$ 5 valor mínimo - para todo dia 5 do mês2: Mande o comprovante de agendamento para o mesmo e-mail3: Aguarde!_____________Outras maneiras de apoio:Apoiase: https://apoia.se/geopizzaPatreon: https://www.patreon.com/geopizza

REDIFF - Dans la sulfureuse famille Borgia, il y a le père, le patriarche, soit le pape Alexandre VI, il y a ensuite son fils turbulent, César. Et enfin la fille, Lucrèce, celle dans l'histoire de laquelle nous entrons maintenant. Un portrait en clair-obscur tant les légendes ont noirci le tableau. Lucrèce Borgia, un nom qui dit "orgie", qui fait rimer Renaissance avec concupiscence... Cette fille de pape avait tout pour devenir une héroïne de roman. Chaque samedi en exclusivité, retrouvez en podcast un épisode des saisons précédentes de « Entrez dans l'Histoire ».Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

REDIFF - Dans la sulfureuse famille Borgia, il y a le père, le patriarche, soit le pape Alexandre VI, il y a ensuite son fils turbulent, César. Et enfin la fille, Lucrèce, celle dans l'histoire de laquelle nous entrons maintenant. Un portrait en clair-obscur tant les légendes ont noirci le tableau. Lucrèce Borgia, un nom qui dit "orgie", qui fait rimer Renaissance avec concupiscence... Cette fille de pape avait tout pour devenir une héroïne de roman. Chaque samedi en exclusivité, retrouvez en podcast un épisode des saisons précédentes de « Entrez dans l'Histoire ».Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Beatrice Borgia, president of the Film Commission Torino Piemonte, talks about the involvement in the production of the film "la Grazia " by Paolo Sorrentino, which opened the Venice Festival, and the great job that is done by all the people at Film Commssion to foster the appela and the [...] The post Beatrice Borgia, President Film Commission Torino Piemonte appeared first on Fred Film Radio.

Beatrice Borgia, president of the Film Commission Torino Piemonte, talks about the involvement in the production of the film "la Grazia " by Paolo Sorrentino, which opened the Venice Festival, and the great job that is done by all the people at Film Commssion to foster the appela and the [...] The post Beatrice Borgia, President Film Commission Torino Piemonte appeared first on Fred Film Radio.

Beatrice Borgia, president of the Film Commission Torino Piemonte, talks about the involvement in the production of the film "la Grazia " by Paolo Sorrentino, which opened the Venice Festival, and the great job that is done by all the people at Film Commssion to foster the appela and the [...] The post Beatrice Borgia, President Film Commission Torino Piemonte appeared first on Fred Film Radio.

Beatrice Borgia, president of the Film Commission Torino Piemonte, talks about the involvement in the production of the film "la Grazia " by Paolo Sorrentino, which opened the Venice Festival, and the great job that is done by all the people at Film Commssion to foster the appela and the [...] The post Beatrice Borgia, President Film Commission Torino Piemonte appeared first on Fred Film Radio.

Beatrice Borgia, president of the Film Commission Torino Piemonte, talks about the involvement in the production of the film "la Grazia " by Paolo Sorrentino, which opened the Venice Festival, and the great job that is done by all the people at Film Commssion to foster the appela and the [...] The post Beatrice Borgia, President Film Commission Torino Piemonte appeared first on Fred Film Radio.

Beatrice Borgia, president of the Film Commission Torino Piemonte, talks about the involvement in the production of the film "la Grazia " by Paolo Sorrentino, which opened the Venice Festival, and the great job that is done by all the people at Film Commssion to foster the appela and the [...] The post Beatrice Borgia, President Film Commission Torino Piemonte appeared first on Fred Film Radio.

Michela MartignoniEmilio Martini"La numero uno"Le indagini del commissario BertéCorbaccio Editorewww.corbaccio.itL'ultima notizia del commissario Gigi Berté è il messaggio WhatsApp delle 21,30 spedito alla Marzia: «sto tornando, fame!» Ma alle 23 di quella piovosa serata novembrina non è ancora rientrato a casa dal corso di aggiornamento e il suo cellulare risulta disattivato. Le prime ricerche della squadra di Lungariva, affiancata dalla PM Graffiani, scattate dopo la telefonata angosciata della Marzia, non portano a nulla. Si fa sempre più realistica un'inquietante ipotesi: Berté è stato sequestrato.Intanto una giovane avvocata viene ritrovata senza vita e con il cranio fracassato in un carruggio di Genova: esiste un legame tra i due fatti?E se la mano criminale è la medesima… a chi appartiene? Forse a qualcuno che ritorna da uno scomodo passato che Berté vorrebbe dimenticare? O invece la squallida vicenda che emerge dalle ricerche ha radici in una crudele attualità?Un'indagine corale e fuori dagli schemi, condotta tra Genova, Lungariva e Imperia con protagonista anche l'ispettore Francesca Belli che si servirà non solo della tecnologia ma anche del cuore per arrivare alla verità. L'unica certezza per il commissario milanese di origine calabrese è che può contare sull'amicizia dei colleghi di Lungariva e sull'incondizionato amore della Marzia…Dietro lo pseudonimo di Gigi Berté si nasconde un vicequestore aggiunto in carne e… coda brizzolata, che opera in un commissariato italiano. Anche dietro il nome Emilio Martini si cela qualcuno in carne e… penna: due sorelle scrittrici, Elena e Michela Martignoni, che conoscono bene il commissario, sono milanesi e frequentano da anni la Liguria. Insieme hanno scritto i romanzi storici Requiem per il giovane Borgia, Vortice d'inganni, Autunno rosso porpora e Il duca che non poteva amare, e i gialli con protagonista il commissario Berté La regina del catrame, Farfalla nera, Chiodo fisso, Doppio delitto al Miramare, Il mistero della gazza ladra, Invito a Capri con delitto, Il ritorno del Marinero, Ciak: si uccide, Il paese mormora, Il caso Mariuz, Vent'anni prima, Il botto, Sfida a Berté, L'uomo del Bogart Hotel e Aspettando Cosetta, oltre alle raccolte I racconti neri del commissario Berté e Talent Show.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarewww.ilpostodelleparole.itDiventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.

Gabriele Borgia is a DJ and music producer from Acarigua, Venezuela. He has dedicated himself to creating sounds that move both souls and dance floors. Gabriele has a gift for connecting with his audience through immersive rhythms and captivating soundscapes. Keep an eye on Gabriele Borgia: https://instagram.com/gabrieleborgia_________ https://linktr.ee/gabrieleborgia Listen to more electronic music on Intaresu https://intaresu.com

Surprise! We know it's been a while but we're back with a special conversation to prepare you for Season 2, which'll be out before you know it. This week, a conversation between Adam and fencing instructor and historian Arik Mendelevitz. Arik recently published "Bolognese Longsword for the Modern Practitioner," a book offering an introduction to the beautiful and oft-forgotten tradition of Bolognese longsword fencing of the 16th century. Adam and Arik talk about the historical context of the system, and go long on one of history's most infamous families: The Borgias.    Arik's website is https://foolofswords.com/ His timeline of the Borgia family is available at https://miro.com/app/board/uXjVLr1V3xc=/ He also has a newsletter you can subscribe to if you're interested in more information about Bolognese longsword, Italian history, or excellent rapier fencing: https://fool-of-swords.beehiiv.com/subscribe If you'd like to join the Four Openings Rapier Tournament Adam and Arik are talking about this October, you can find information at https://centerlineswordschool.com/events/.

Step into one of history's most scandalous chapters as we take a deep dive into "The Borgia Family: History's Most Corrupt Dynasty?" This insightful episode explores the legendary rise and notorious fall of the Borgia family, led by Rodrigo Borgia (Pope Alexander VI) and his ambitious son, Cesare. Known for their daring schemes, ruthless battles, and rumored conspiracies, the Borgias didn't just play the game of power—they rewrote its rules. But were they visionaries, villains, or something in between?Join us for a critical examination of their political maneuvers, from the infamous papal bribery scandal of 1492 to Cesare's relentless quest to unite Italy. We'll unpack their influence on figures like Machiavelli, their impact on Renaissance politics, and their enduring reputation in today's culture. This must-watch episode offers a unique perspective on how their tactics echo in modern power structures, from political dynasties to corporate strategies. As the CEO of Command Your Brand, I'm passionate about uncovering lessons from history that resonate with today's challenges. Together, let's explore what the Borgias' story teaches us about ambition, loyalty, and the cost of power.Join the conversation! Like, comment, and subscribe to support liberty and freedom while staying informed on stories that shape our world. Let's build a community of curious minds ready to question and learn. Don't miss this chance to connect, engage, and reimagine the future. Stay sharp and stay tuned!#renaissance #historydocumentary #lucreziaborgia #medievalhistory #historicalintrigue___________________________________________________________________________⇩ SUPPORT OUR SPONSORS ⇩BRAVE TV HEALTH: Parasites are one of the main reasons that so many of our health problems happen! Guess what? They're more active around the full moon. That's why friend of the Show, Dr. Jason Dean, developed the Full Moon Parasite Protocol. Get 15% off now by using our link: https://bravetv.store/JRSCOMMAND YOUR BRAND: Legacy Media is dying, we fight for the free speech of our clients by placing them on top-rated podcasts as guests. We also have the go-to podcast production team. We are your premier podcast agency. Book a call with our team https://www.commandyourbrand.com/book-a-call MY PILLOW: By FAR one of my favorite products I own for the best night's sleep in the world, unless my four year old jumps on my, the My Pillow. Get up to 66% off select products, including the My Pillow Classic or the new My Pillow 2.0, go to https://www.mypillow.com/cyol or use PROMO CODE: CYOL________________________________________________________________⇩ GET MY BEST SELLING BOOK ⇩Unremarkable to Extraordinary: Ignite Your Passion to Go From Passive Observer to Creator of Your Own Lifehttps://getextraordinarybook.com/________________________________________________________________DOWNLOAD AUDIO PODCAST & GIVE A 5 STAR RATING!:APPLE: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-create-your-own-life-show/id1059619918SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/show/5UFFtmJqBUJHTU6iFch3QU(also available Google Podcasts & wherever else podcasts are streamed_________________________________________________________________⇩ SOCIAL MEDIA ⇩➤ X: https://twitter.com/jeremyryanslate➤ INSTAGRAM https://www.instagram.com/jeremyryanslate➤ FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/jeremyryanslate_________________________________________________________________➤ CONTACT: JEREMY@COMMANDYOURBRAND.COM

In this heartfelt episode of the Significant Women podcast, Carol McLeod welcomes worship leader, speaker, and trauma survivor Noelle Borgia. With raw honesty and powerful hope, Noelle shares her journey of healing, wrestling with the lies of the enemy, and learning to walk in the truth of who God says she is. Noelle's story is a testimony to the power of God's love to redeem every broken place. From an encounter with the Holy Spirit at age seven to years of silence and struggle, and eventually to breakthrough and ministry, Noelle opens up about how worship and truth became the weapons that pulled her out of shame and darkness. This episode is a must-listen for anyone walking through pain, carrying trauma, or believing they're too broken to be used by God. In This Episode You'll Learn: The difference between knowing Scripture and living itWhat it looks like to partner with the Holy Spirit in healingHow worship played a pivotal role in her breakthroughWhy your story matters and how God can use itFind Noelle and the work of Shattered Mirror Ministries at https://shatteredmirrorministries.com/  Have a prayer request or feedback?Email Carol at: carol@carolmcleodministries.comShe and her team would love to pray for you. Stay Connected:Subscribe to the Significant Women Podcast and share this episode with a friend who needs to be reminded of her worth today.Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/carolmcleodministriesInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/carolmcleodministriesYoutube: https://www.youtube.com/@CarolMcLeodMinistries The Significant Women Podcast with Carol McLeod is edited and produced by WileyCraft Productions. Visit https://wileycraftproductions.com/ to learn more.

Près de 40 ans après la mise en scène d'Antoine Vitez, la pièce fleuve de Paul Claudel est adaptée par Eric Ruf et retrouve la Cour d'honneur du Palais des Papes.  En 1929, l'auteur Paul Claudel publie Le soulier de Satin, un drame d'amour qui se déroule au temps des Conquistadors, entre la fin du XVIè siècle et le début du XVIIè siècle. Construite en «quatre journées», l'auteur narre une histoire d'amour passionnelle, mais impossible, entre Rodrigue et Doña Prouhèze, épouse du gouverneur Don Pélage.  L'origine du Soulier de Satin est biographique. Paul Claudel s'est inspiré de sa propre histoire. Il a été éperdument amoureux d'une femme mariée, Rosalie Vetch dont il a été séparé, mais avec qui il a eu un enfant adultérin. Cet amour, qui aura duré quatre ans, lui a inspiré le personnage de Ysé dans la pièce : Partage de Midi, puis celui de Dona Prouheze.  Dans les années 20, il retrouve cette femme. Il apprend alors qu'il a un enfant. Il a voulu rendre cette histoire, mythique.  Paul Claudel s'est inspiré d'une légende chinoise : celles de ces deux étoiles qui ne se rejoignent jamais, mais qui se croisent dans le ciel. En raison de sa longueur, six, sept, huit heures, voire plus ! — la pièce est rarement jouée.   Elle a été créée pour la première fois à la Comédie Française en 1943 par Jean-Louis Barrault dans un Paris occupé. Puis s'ensuit la version d'Antoine Vitez au Festival d'Avignon en 1987 dans la Cour d'honneur du Palais des Papes. Pour cette adaptation, Antoine Vitez prend le parti de couper tout ce qui, dans le texte, était empreint de religion.  Olivier Py a également mis en scène la pièce en 2003 au Théâtre de la Ville.  Dans cette nouvelle mise en scène d'Eric Ruf, administrateur de la Comédie-française jusqu'au 4 août 2025, le spectacle retrouve la Cour d'honneur du Palais des Papes.  Invités : Didier Sandre, comédien et metteur en scène français. Il interprétait le personnage de Rodrigue dans la mise en scène d'Antoine Vitez. Dans cette nouvelle adaptation, il joue le rôle de Don Pelage.  J'ai essayé d'accueillir cette présentation du Soulier pour ce qu'elle est aujourd'hui. Mais en entendant certaines répliques, j'ai des bouffées de temps retrouvé. Didier Sandre  Sefa Yeboah, comédien français. C'est l'une des dernières recrues de la Comédie Française qu'il a rejoint en 2023. Il y est dirigé par Thomas Ostermeier dans L'opéra de quat'sous de Brecht et Weill. Il a interprété Don Apostolo Gazella dans Lucrèce Borgia de Victor Hugo par Denis Podalydès qui lui confie également le rôle de Léandre dans Les Fourberies de Scapin de Molière. Il joue le rôle de l'ange gardien de Doña Prouhèze dans Le Soulier de Satin.  Il y a quelque chose d'accessible presque. Claudel a cette langue qui est magnifique, mais qui peut être très complexe. Eric Ruf a voulu la simplifier, pas la rendre banale, car ce n'est pas possible, mais la rendre audible, la rendre vivante. Sefa Yeboah   Avec aussi le témoignage d'un couple qui a assisté à la mise en scène d'Antoine Vitez, en 1987. Propos recueillis par Fanny Imbert. Le Soulier de Satin à voir dans la Cour d'honneur du Palais des papes jusqu'au 22 juillet 2025. Quelques mots sur Paul Claudel :  Né en 1868, Paul Claudel est un écrivain, dramaturge et diplomate français. Il est le frère de la sculptrice Camille Claudel. Il se convertit eau catholicisme en 1886 et toute son œuvre sera profondément marquée par sa foi. Passé une velléité d'entrer dans les ordres, il entre dans la carrière diplomatique en 1893. Il rencontre Rosalie Vetch avec qui il aura une fille illégitime, Louise. Il entre à l'Académie française en 1946. Paul Claudel est décédé en 1955.  Programmation musicale :  Le groupe occitan Raffut avec le titre «Tout est fragile».

Près de 40 ans après la mise en scène d'Antoine Vitez, la pièce fleuve de Paul Claudel est adaptée par Eric Ruf et retrouve la Cour d'honneur du Palais des Papes.  En 1929, l'auteur Paul Claudel publie Le soulier de Satin, un drame d'amour qui se déroule au temps des Conquistadors, entre la fin du XVIè siècle et le début du XVIIè siècle. Construite en «quatre journées», l'auteur narre une histoire d'amour passionnelle, mais impossible, entre Rodrigue et Doña Prouhèze, épouse du gouverneur Don Pélage.  L'origine du Soulier de Satin est biographique. Paul Claudel s'est inspiré de sa propre histoire. Il a été éperdument amoureux d'une femme mariée, Rosalie Vetch dont il a été séparé, mais avec qui il a eu un enfant adultérin. Cet amour, qui aura duré quatre ans, lui a inspiré le personnage de Ysé dans la pièce : Partage de Midi, puis celui de Dona Prouheze.  Dans les années 20, il retrouve cette femme. Il apprend alors qu'il a un enfant. Il a voulu rendre cette histoire, mythique.  Paul Claudel s'est inspiré d'une légende chinoise : celles de ces deux étoiles qui ne se rejoignent jamais, mais qui se croisent dans le ciel. En raison de sa longueur, six, sept, huit heures, voire plus ! — la pièce est rarement jouée.   Elle a été créée pour la première fois à la Comédie Française en 1943 par Jean-Louis Barrault dans un Paris occupé. Puis s'ensuit la version d'Antoine Vitez au Festival d'Avignon en 1987 dans la Cour d'honneur du Palais des Papes. Pour cette adaptation, Antoine Vitez prend le parti de couper tout ce qui, dans le texte, était empreint de religion.  Olivier Py a également mis en scène la pièce en 2003 au Théâtre de la Ville.  Dans cette nouvelle mise en scène d'Eric Ruf, administrateur de la Comédie-française jusqu'au 4 août 2025, le spectacle retrouve la Cour d'honneur du Palais des Papes.  Invités : Didier Sandre, comédien et metteur en scène français. Il interprétait le personnage de Rodrigue dans la mise en scène d'Antoine Vitez. Dans cette nouvelle adaptation, il joue le rôle de Don Pelage.  J'ai essayé d'accueillir cette présentation du Soulier pour ce qu'elle est aujourd'hui. Mais en entendant certaines répliques, j'ai des bouffées de temps retrouvé. Didier Sandre  Sefa Yeboah, comédien français. C'est l'une des dernières recrues de la Comédie Française qu'il a rejoint en 2023. Il y est dirigé par Thomas Ostermeier dans L'opéra de quat'sous de Brecht et Weill. Il a interprété Don Apostolo Gazella dans Lucrèce Borgia de Victor Hugo par Denis Podalydès qui lui confie également le rôle de Léandre dans Les Fourberies de Scapin de Molière. Il joue le rôle de l'ange gardien de Doña Prouhèze dans Le Soulier de Satin.  Il y a quelque chose d'accessible presque. Claudel a cette langue qui est magnifique, mais qui peut être très complexe. Eric Ruf a voulu la simplifier, pas la rendre banale, car ce n'est pas possible, mais la rendre audible, la rendre vivante. Sefa Yeboah   Avec aussi le témoignage d'un couple qui a assisté à la mise en scène d'Antoine Vitez, en 1987. Propos recueillis par Fanny Imbert. Le Soulier de Satin à voir dans la Cour d'honneur du Palais des papes jusqu'au 22 juillet 2025. Quelques mots sur Paul Claudel :  Né en 1868, Paul Claudel est un écrivain, dramaturge et diplomate français. Il est le frère de la sculptrice Camille Claudel. Il se convertit eau catholicisme en 1886 et toute son œuvre sera profondément marquée par sa foi. Passé une velléité d'entrer dans les ordres, il entre dans la carrière diplomatique en 1893. Il rencontre Rosalie Vetch avec qui il aura une fille illégitime, Louise. Il entre à l'Académie française en 1946. Paul Claudel est décédé en 1955.  Programmation musicale :  Le groupe occitan Raffut avec le titre «Tout est fragile».

Rodrigo Borgia foi um dos papas mais corruptos e nepotistas da história do Vaticano.Junto com seus 7 filhos, a família Borgia controlava todos os aspectos da vida em Roma.Cargos eclesiásticos eram vendidos, indulgências cobradas e críticos do regime silenciados. Como um ditado da época dizia: “Enquanto o Cristo andava descalço, o papa e seus filhos cavalgam em cavalos com arreios de ouro.” Com uma amante 43 anos mais nova do que ele, o papa era amplamente conhecido por sua hipocrisia, imodéstia, infidelidade e suas "festas privadas" algo que ele fazia desde quando era um jovem cardeal.O cardeal Giovanni Burcardo, disse: “Rodrigo Borgia foi eleito papa comprando votos do Vaticano, da mesma forma como um príncipe compra soldados.“Da mesma forma como acumulava riquezas, Rodrigo também acumulava inimigos, que colocariam seu corrupto papado em cheque.____________________________________Personagens, lugares e mapas no nosso site: https://geopizza.com.br/o-papa-tirano-rodrigo-borgia-129/ ____________________________________Nos siga nas redes:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Tiktok ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Youtube ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠_____________⁠⁠Confira nossa loja ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://shopee.com.br/shop/482090101/⁠ ⁠⁠⁠_____________Anuncie no Geopizza: https://buff.ly/b2BJ8Vy _____________Para escutar nossos episódios EXCLUSIVOS, apoie o Geo através do PIX: pix@geopizza.com.br Siga essas etapas:1: Programe o pix - R$ 5 valor mínimo - para todo dia 5 do mês2: Mande o comprovante de agendamento para o mesmo e-mail3: Aguarde!_____________Outras maneiras de apoio:Apoiase: https://apoia.se/geopizzaOrelo: https://orelo.cc/podcast/65051c0ba40f4efe7a9b9cf8Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/geopizza

Uncover the dark truth behind the Renaissance's golden age in this insightful episode of The Jeremy Ryan Slate Show. The Renaissance, celebrated as an era of breathtaking art, groundbreaking science, and cultural rebirth, was also a ruthless battlefield of ambition, conspiracies, and betrayal. From the Medici's financial empire to the Borgia's quest for Vatican dominance and Venice's shadowy spy networks, this deep dive exposes the power plays and hidden agendas that shaped history—and still echo in today's world.Join us as we critically examine the shocking stories your history class skipped: secret murders, puppet master families, and the behind-the-scenes deals fueling Europe's rebirth. Were the Renaissance's achievements driven by creativity or carefully orchestrated schemes by elites? With names, dates, and conspiratorial angles you won't hear elsewhere, we'll connect the dots between historical intrigue and modern parallels in politics, business, and global influence.Jeremy Ryan Slate, CEO and cofounder of Command Your Brand, brings you this critical examination with his unique perspective on power dynamics and history's untold lessons. This must-watch episode challenges mainstream narratives to reveal how Renaissance figures laid the blueprint for modern power structures. Don't miss your chance to join the conversation—drop a comment, hit like, and subscribe for more episodes that decode the past to understand our future.Have your own Renaissance conspiracy or theory? Share it below or connect with me on X @JeremyRyanSlate. Together, let's keep questioning, keep digging, and uncover the truths shaping our world today.#renaissancediscoveries #renaissancelegacy #medicilegacy #medicifamilysecrets #historicalinsights#renaissancediscoveries #renaissancelegacy #renaissancescholars #historicalinsights #historydocumentary___________________________________________________________________________⇩ SUPPORT OUR SPONSORS ⇩BRAVE TV HEALTH: Parasites are one of the main reasons that so many of our health problems happen! Guess what? They're more active around the full moon. That's why friend of the Show, Dr. Jason Dean, developed the Full Moon Parasite Protocol. Get 15% off now by using our link: https://bravetv.store/JRSCOMMAND YOUR BRAND: Legacy Media is dying, we fight for the free speech of our clients by placing them on top-rated podcasts as guests. We also have the go-to podcast production team. We are your premier podcast agency. Book a call with our team https://www.commandyourbrand.com/book-a-call MY PILLOW: By FAR one of my favorite products I own for the best night's sleep in the world, unless my four year old jumps on my, the My Pillow. Get up to 66% off select products, including the My Pillow Classic or the new My Pillow 2.0, go to https://www.mypillow.com/cyol or use PROMO CODE: CYOL________________________________________________________________⇩ GET MY BEST SELLING BOOK ⇩Unremarkable to Extraordinary: Ignite Your Passion to Go From Passive Observer to Creator of Your Own Lifehttps://getextraordinarybook.com/________________________________________________________________DOWNLOAD AUDIO PODCAST & GIVE A 5 STAR RATING!:APPLE: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-create-your-own-life-show/id1059619918SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/show/5UFFtmJqBUJHTU6iFch3QU(also available Google Podcasts & wherever else podcasts are streamed_________________________________________________________________⇩ SOCIAL MEDIA ⇩➤ X: https://twitter.com/jeremyryanslate➤ INSTAGRAM https://www.instagram.com/jeremyryanslate➤ FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/jeremyryanslate_________________________________________________________________➤ CONTACT: JEREMY@COMMANDYOURBRAND.COM

Virginie Girod raconte la dynastie Borgia, dont le nom, entouré de légende, charrie un imaginaire de sexe et de corruption. Dans le premier épisode de ce double récit inédit d'Au coeur de l'Histoire, le cardinal Rodrigo Borgia (1431-1503) s'adonne au péché de luxure, engendrant plusieurs enfants. A Rome, il tisse un réseau d'influence tentaculaire qui lui permet d'être élu pape en 1492. Sous le règne d'Alexandre VI, le Vatican devient une affaire de famille. Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Virginie Girod raconte la dynastie Borgia, dont le nom, entouré de légende, est associé à la dépravation et à la corruption. Dans le premier épisode de ce double récit inédit d'Au coeur de l'Histoire Rodrigo Borgia, le pape Alexandre VI, cherche à assurer la fortune de sa famille. Au Vatican, le souverain pontife reçoit de nombreux convives entouré de sa jeune maîtresse et de ses enfants, Lucrèce, César et Giovanni. Victime de son ambition démesurée, le clan Borgia inspire, des siècles après ses frasques, la littérature, le théâtre et le cinéma.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Au crépuscule du XVe siècle, à Rome, Rodrigo Borgia devient le 214e pape de l'Eglise catholique à l'issue d'un conclave riche en rebondissements. Sous le nom d'Alexandre VI, Borgia entre dans l'Histoire. La semaine prochaine, dans Au cœur de l'Histoire, plongez dans les arcanes du pouvoir pontifical, aux côtés de l'influent Rodrigo, de la belle Lucrèce et de l'ambitieux César Borgia, autant de personnages historiques dont la littérature et le cinéma se sont emparés, forgeant leur légende noire… Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

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She thought she was getting her second chance at love and marriage when she met her husband. But she had no idea he was grappling with a deadly secret. Noelle Borgia comes on the AllMomDoes podcast to share with host Julie Lyles Carr the extraordinary journey she and her husband have been on, and how she found hope in the most dire of circumstances.Show Notes: https://bit.ly/4kGJnGv 

Step into the ultimate power playbook with this insightful episode of the Jeremy Ryan Slate Show! In "Machiavelli's Power Playbook: Lessons from The Prince," we take a deep dive into the cunning strategies of Cesare Borgia, Niccolò Machiavelli's muse for his timeless masterpiece, *The Prince.* This critical examination unpacks the rise and fall of Borgia, a warlord who dazzled Machiavelli with his ruthless brilliance but ultimately fell victim to misfortune and over-reliance on his father, Pope Alexander VI. Was Cesare the perfect prince or a cautionary tale in what not to do?Join me, Jeremy Ryan Slate—CEO of Command Your Brand and a passionate advocate for liberty and freedom—as we explore Machiavelli's unique perspective on power, from Renaissance Italy's chaotic city-states to the modern political and corporate landscapes of 2025. We'll uncover how Machiavelli's principles, from "better to be feared than loved" to hedging against Fortuna, shape today's leaders, CEOs, and even election strategies. This must-watch episode challenges you to question who's pulling the strings in your world and how you can control your own narrative.Let's spark a conversation! What lessons can we take from Machiavelli and Cesare Borgia in navigating power, politics, and life today? Drop your thoughts in the comments, hit the like button, and subscribe for more episodes that dive deep into history's greatest minds. Ready to command your own brand of power? Follow along and stay tuned for more thought-provoking content. Don't miss out—your journey to mastering modern power begins here.#cesareborgia #thelifeofcesareborgia #popealexandervi #machiavelli #darksideofgoodness___________________________________________________________________________⇩ SUPPORT OUR SPONSORS ⇩THE WELLNESS COMPANY: Health without the propaganda, emergency medical kits before you need it. Get 15% off now by using our link: https://twc.health/jrsCOMMAND YOUR BRAND: Legacy Media is dying, we fight for the free speech of our clients by placing them on top-rated podcasts as guests. We also have the go-to podcast production team. We are your premier podcast agency. Book a call with our team https://www.commandyourbrand.com/book-a-call MY PILLOW: By FAR one of my favorite products I own for the best night's sleep in the world, unless my four year old jumps on my, the My Pillow. Get up to 66% off select products, including the My Pillow Classic or the new My Pillow 2.0, go to https://www.mypillow.com/cyol or use PROMO CODE: CYOL________________________________________________________________⇩ GET MY BEST SELLING BOOK ⇩Unremarkable to Extraordinary: Ignite Your Passion to Go From Passive Observer to Creator of Your Own Lifehttps://getextraordinarybook.com/________________________________________________________________DOWNLOAD AUDIO PODCAST & GIVE A 5 STAR RATING!:APPLE: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-create-your-own-life-show/id1059619918SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/show/5UFFtmJqBUJHTU6iFch3QU(also available Google Podcasts & wherever else podcasts are streamed_________________________________________________________________⇩ SOCIAL MEDIA ⇩➤ X: https://twitter.com/jeremyryanslate➤ INSTAGRAM https://www.instagram.com/jeremyryanslate➤ FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/jeremyryanslate_________________________________________________________________➤ CONTACT: JEREMY@COMMANDYOURBRAND.COM

What if recovery doesn't have to last a lifetime? What if freedom from addiction could happen in an instant? When you discover who you are and who the enemy is, you can see the finish line of your battle! Autumn interviews Sam and Noelle about their AMAZING testimony of overcoming addiction God's way and Noelle's book, “Silence the Lion.”    Monologue: Autumn shares her gratitude for her youngest, Haven, and her adamant care to give her mom a break.    Message: Sam and Noelle share their story and inspire believers that freedom is attainable for ALL.    Testimony: A listener shares how she had prayed and prayed for God to intervene in her husband's circle of influence and how God showed up to accomplish it.    Bible References: Psalm 91 Luke 15 John 5:1-9   MORE FROM SHATTERED MIRROR MINISTRIES WEBSITE: https://shatteredmirrorministries.com Get the book, invite them to your church or ministry events, donate, and more on their website!   Links from the show BOOKS: www.autumnmiles.com/resources SPEAKING: www.autumnmiles.com/speaking MERCH: autumnmiles.square.site   Sponsors: NuWell Online Christian Counseling https://nuwellonline.com/ Purpose Jewelry https://www.purposejewelry.org/ PROMO CODE: AUTUMN2024   If you have a suggestion for the ministry, a question for Autumn, a testimony to share, or other inquiry for the Autumn Miles Ministries, click here and fill out the form, or send us an email at hello@autumnmiles.com    Join us on social media! Facebook: www.facebook.com/TheAutumnMiles/ Instagram: www.instagram.com/autumnmiles/ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@AutumnMiles   Click here to join our weekly and monthly newsletters and get updates on our podcast and exclusive content! If you feel led to give to the Autumn Miles Ministries, click here to donate. Thank you for supporting Autumn Miles Ministries!

Get ready for an insightful episode as we take a deep dive into "The Borgias' Playbook: Lessons for Modern Power Games." In this must-watch video, we critically examine the rise and fall of the infamous Borgia family, from Pope Alexander VI's daring schemes to Cesare Borgia's ruthless conquests. Drawing parallels between Renaissance power plays and modern leadership strategies, we unpack their legacy of ambition, alliances, and betrayal. Were the Borgias masterminds of political innovation or victims of their own overreach? Join me, Jeremy Ryan Slate, CEO of Command Your Brand, as we explore these timeless lessons. With a unique perspective, we connect their controversial tactics—bribery, propaganda, and strategic alliances—to today's political and corporate power structures. From conspiracies of hidden wealth to Machiavelli's admiration of Cesare, this episode offers a fascinating lens on how history's power games still influence America's future, sovereignty, and even global elites in 2025.Don't miss this thought-provoking journey into the Renaissance crime family that rewrote the rules of power and inspired "The Prince." Let's discuss how their playbook resonates with today's dynasties, from lobbying to insider deals. Comment below with your take, hit that like button, and subscribe to join the conversation. Stay curious, stay sharp, and let's uncover the lessons history can teach us about navigating modern power struggles. Your insights matter—let's build a community that challenges the status quo!#pope #popealexandervi #politics #cesareborgia #weirdhistory___________________________________________________⇩ SUPPORT OUR SPONSORS ⇩THE WELLNESS COMPANY: Health without the propaganda, emergency medical kits before you need it. Get 15% off now by using our link: https://twc.health/jrsCOMMAND YOUR BRAND: Legacy Media is dying, we fight for the free speech of our clients by placing them on top-rated podcasts as guests. We also have the go-to podcast production team. We are your premier podcast agency. Book a call with our team https://www.commandyourbrand.com/book-a-call MY PILLOW: By FAR one of my favorite products I own for the best night's sleep in the world, unless my four year old jumps on my, the My Pillow. Get up to 66% off select products, including the My Pillow Classic or the new My Pillow 2.0, go to https://www.mypillow.com/cyol or use PROMO CODE: CYOL________________________________________________________________⇩ GET MY BEST SELLING BOOK ⇩Unremarkable to Extraordinary: Ignite Your Passion to Go From Passive Observer to Creator of Your Own Lifehttps://getextraordinarybook.com/________________________________________________________________DOWNLOAD AUDIO PODCAST & GIVE A 5 STAR RATING!:APPLE: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-create-your-own-life-show/id1059619918SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/show/5UFFtmJqBUJHTU6iFch3QU(also available Google Podcasts & wherever else podcasts are streamed_________________________________________________________________⇩ SOCIAL MEDIA ⇩➤ X: https://twitter.com/jeremyryanslate➤ INSTAGRAM https://www.instagram.com/jeremyryanslate➤ FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/jeremyryanslate_________________________________________________________________➤ CONTACT: JEREMY@COMMANDYOURBRAND.COM

Durante siglos, el papado ha sido símbolo de fe, poder y liderazgo espiritual. Pero no todos los ocupantes del trono de San Pedro han sido santos…En este episodio, exploramos el lado más oscuro del Vaticano a través de las historias de algunos de los papas más polémicos, corruptos e incluso criminales que han pasado por la historia de la Iglesia.

Is it possible to overcome addiction's stronghold? Noelle Borgia says it is, and on Thursday's Mornings with Eric and Brigitte, she will share a personal story of the freedom of recovery that she has expeienced. She will also encourage you that recovery is possible for you too! Silence The Lion: Wage War on Addiction and Win: Borgia, Noelle: 9781610369084: Amazon.com: BooksDonate to Moody Radio: http://moodyradio.org/donateto/morningshow/wrmbSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Amélie de Bourbon Parme "L'ascension" (Gallimard)2eme tome de "Les trafiquants d'éternité"Au commencement du XVIᵉ siècle s'ouvre le pontificat de Jules II, ennemi déclaré des Borgia. Alessandro Farnese doit gagner la confiance du nouveau chef de l'Église pour asseoir son influence au sein du Sacré Collège.Audace, prudence et loyauté. Telle sera sa profession de foi dans une Rome corrompue par le commerce des sacrements, capitale du vice dénoncée par Martin Luther. Car la Rome des Médicis est aussi sulfureuse que l'était celle des Borgia. Intrigues amoureuses, complots et compromissions achèvent de ruiner le crédit des papes. Mais pas l'amour que se vouent Alessandro et Silvia, mère de ses enfants, envers et contre tout.Propulsé dans les plus hautes sphères de l'Église, l'aîné des Farnese conseille les papes Jules II, Léon X et même Clément VII, son ancien rival. Alors que Charles Quint et François Ier se disputent l'Italie, que l'intransigeance protestante submerge les consciences et menace de faire sombrer la papauté, Alessandro a la conviction que l'humanisme peut triompher de tout, même de ses propres excès : cette certitude le mènera à devenir pape, en 1534.Avec ce nouveau tome des Trafiquants d'éternité, Amélie de Bourbon Parme poursuit le portrait éblouissant d'Alessandro Farnese au cœur d'une Renaissance italienne tourmentée par la peur du Jugement dernier.Musique : Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina: Missa Brevis - 5b. Qui tollis peccata mundi 1. Peter Phillips The Tallis ScholarsHébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Ep 244 is loose and we're back with the Borgias for another dive into this famous family's secrets - particularly the death of one sibling...Who would want Juan/Giovanni Borgia dead? Who was sleeping with who? And what did the donkey know?The secret ingredient is...a masked man!Get cocktails, poisoning stories and historical true crime tales every week by following and subscribing to The Poisoners' Cabinet wherever you get your podcasts. Find us and our cocktails at www.thepoisonerscabinet.com Join us Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/thepoisonerscabinet Find us on TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@thepoisonerscabinet Follow us on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thepoisonerscabinet/ Find us on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ThePoisonersCabinet Listen on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@ThePoisonersCabinet Sources this week include Peter Strathern's The Borgias: Power & Fortune, Professor Catherine Fletcher & Not Just The Tudors, CrimeReads, The Guardian, and various Wiki rabbit holes. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Guests: Sam & Noelle BorgiaBook: Silence the Lion: Wage War on Addiction and Win (authored by Noelle)Website: silencethelion.com

Guests: Sam & Noelle BorgiaBook: Silence the Lion: Wage War on Addiction and Win (authored by Noelle)Website: silencethelion.com

Mrs. Creighton's Cocoa And Egg NogThe epic saga of Mary Frances Creighton and her web of adultery, pedophilia, and murder.Ad-Free Safe House EditionEpisode 307 is the epic tale of the serial killer Mary Frances Quevada Avery Creighton, who is generally credited with three poisonings, although she was acquitted in court on the first two. But 12 years later, she will find herself ensnared in a tangled web of adultery, pedophilia, and murder when she conspires with her live-in lover to poison his wife so that he can marry her teenage daughter. It's a long and sordid tale, so settle in with your favorite beverage.More Serial KillersBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/true-crime-historian--2909311/support.

This week, the gals cover Jinn encounters and the “Borgia of Maine,” Mary Cowan.Stalk us here!Merch - ghosts-n-heauxsTwitter - ghostsnheauxsInstagram - ghosts_n_heauxsFacebook - GhostsnHeauxsPodcastAnd don't forget to send your stories to ghostsnheauxs@gmail.com

Dieter conversa con José María Marco sobre la gran gesta, el Cardenal Cisneros y los Borgia.

In June 1497, Juan - or Giovanni - Borgia, favoured son of Pope Alexander VI, was found brutally murdered in the River Tiber. Who committed this heinous crime? Suspects ranged from his ambitious brother Cesare to the Borgias' political enemies, the Orsini family. Despite an extensive investigation by the Pope, Giovanni's murder remains one of history's greatest cold cases.In the third episode of our special series, Professor Suzannah Lipscomb is joined by Professor Catherine Fletcher as they delve once again into the Borgias' treacherous Renaissance world, uncovering secrets of power, betrayal, and intrigue.Presented by Professor Susannah Lipscomb. The researcher is Alice Smith, audio editor is Amy Haddow and the producer is Rob Weinberg. The senior producer is Anne-Marie Luff.Theme music from All3Media. Other music courtesy of Epidemic Sounds.Not Just the Tudors is a History Hit podcast.Sign up to History Hit for hundreds of hours of original documentaries, with a new release every week and ad-free podcasts. Sign up at https://www.historyhit.com/subscribe. You can take part in our listener survey here: https://uk.surveymonkey.com/r/6FFT7MK