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Apparently, Trump's Justice Department and Ghislaine Maxwell are playing footsie--got nothing but nice things to say about each other. Ben riffs. Monroe says what he thinks they're saying without them coming right out and saying. If you dig what I mean. Get ready for Espteingate to transform into pardongate. In the middle of our recording, the Wall Street Journal breaks another about Trump and Epstein story. "Justice Department told Trump in May that his name is among many in Epstein files." Damn, Murdoch's not scared. Tulsi Gabbard attacks Obama on behalf of King Donnie. Let's see how MAGA spins this stuff.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

In this riveting segment, the host exposes a coordinated effort by the intelligence community, media, and political elites to bury the truth about Russiagate and protect corrupt power players like John Brennan, James Comey, and Hillary Clinton. With Tulsi Gabbard under fire for speaking out, the host unpacks how whistleblowers were silenced and how even liberal journalists like Matt Taibbi are now revealing the rot within the CIA. Shifting gears, the episode also explores the rising impossibility of “getting away with murder” in the age of surveillance—from Idaho to Arkansas—and whether national parks have become hunting grounds for modern killers. It's a chilling, high-octane mix of political deception and forensic reality—where the lies may be falling apart, but so is any chance of hiding from the truth.

Áine Ní Ghallchóir, RTÉ journalist, reports on the death of a fourth person following a shooting incident in Maguiresbridge, Co Fermanagh.

Muazh Ibn Jabal رضي الله عنه (S6) When Amr Ibn al-Jamooh and his son, Khalaad رضي الله عنهم were martyred at Uhud, Amr's wife رضي الله عنهم came with a camel to bring the bodies back to Madinah. When the bodies were placed on the camel, it wouldn't stand until it was struck - however it would not face Madinah, and wanted to stay at Uhud. The Messenger ﷺ said that the camel was ordered to do this! Amr's wife رضي الله عنهم informed the Messenger ﷺ of Amr's dua, that he didn't want to return to his people (I.e martyrdom), which was accepted. اَللَّٰهُ أَكْبَرُ. A period of time had passed (one report says ~37 years), and when water was flowing into the gravesite of Uhud, the graves had to be exhumed. When they saw the bodies of Amr Ibn al-Jamooh and Abdullah Ibn Amr Ibn Haram رضي الله عنهم, they looked as if they were buried yesterday! The people moved the hand of Abdullah رضي الله عنه , and he had a wound which the hand was covering. When the hand was moved, blood began pouring out and the hand returned back to the face to cover it! The Messenger ﷺ loved the martyrs of so, that he yearned to be buried with them. He (ﷺ) said: “O Allah! سُبْحَانَهُ وتَعَالَى If only I was left with them at the foot of Uhud”.

Pastor Chuck Maher shares the role of baptism in the early Church and its importance in our faith walk today.

In just 6 months, Trump presides over the most scandal-scarred and corrupt Department of Justice in US History, which is all coming to a head in the way the DOJ is being willingly used by Trump to try to stop him from “being f'd” in the Epstein Pedophile Coverup scandal. Michael Popok catalogues all the corruption scandals in reverse chronological order starting with Alina Habba US Attorney appointment, DOJ leadership trying to clear Trump's name through Epstein's co-conspirator and Trump's considering using his pardon power to cover up the scandal; the use of a phony conspiracy investigation agains the Clintons and Obama; Emil Bove's corruption on full display in his judicial appointment confirmation hearing, and federal judges already not believing a word the the DOJ says in their courtrooms, and finding them in contempt. Superpower: Go to https://superpower.com and use code LEGALAF to get $50 Off your annual Superpower subscription. Live up to your 100-Year potential. #superpowerpod Remember to subscribe to ALL the MeidasTouch Network Podcasts: MeidasTouch: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/meidastouch-podcast Legal AF: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/legal-af MissTrial: https://meidasnews.com/tag/miss-trial The PoliticsGirl Podcast: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/the-politicsgirl-podcast The Influence Continuum: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/the-influence-continuum-with-dr-steven-hassan Mea Culpa with Michael Cohen: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/mea-culpa-with-michael-cohen The Weekend Show: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/the-weekend-show Burn the Boats: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/burn-the-boats Majority 54: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/majority-54 Political Beatdown: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/political-beatdown On Democracy with FP Wellman: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/on-democracy-with-fpwellman Uncovered: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/maga-uncovered Coalition of the Sane: https://meidasnews.com/tag/coalition-of-the-sane Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

#10MinuteswithJesus ** Put yourself in the presence of God. Try talking to Him. ** 10 minutes are 10 minutes. Even if you can get distracted, reach the end. ** Be constant. The Holy Spirit acts "on low heat" and requires perseverance. 10-Minute audio to help you pray. Daily sparks to ignite prayer: a passage from the gospel, an idea, an anecdote and a priest who speaks with you and the Lord, inviting you to share your intimacy with God. Find your moment, consider you are in His presence and click play.

On this episode, Tony Brueski digs into the eerie depths of the Edinburgh Vaults, one of Scotland's most infamous underground haunts. Buried beneath the bustling streets of Edinburgh, these vaults have a history steeped in crime, poverty, and mystery. From their construction in the late 18th century to their rediscovery in the 1980s, the vaults have witnessed centuries of human suffering—and possibly something far more sinister.  Tony explores the ghostly phenomena reported by visitors and investigators, diving into spine-chilling stories of shadowy figures, chilling screams, and encounters with the infamous “Mr. Boots.” But are these tales a product of the vaults' dark history, or is there a rational explanation? Tune in for a deep dive into one of the world's most haunted locations.

This week we talk about the Battlefield 6 story trailer looking amazing, Ghost Recon returning to its roots, the Star Wars Outlaws sequel has been cancelled, Forza Horizon tops Playstation sales charts, Xbox reverses $80 price points and much more. Click this link for my socials, all of my other content and ways to support: https://linktr.ee/baundiesel00:00:00 | Intro00:00:19 | Opening00:08:29 | News00:48:00 | Updates00:49:14 | Wrap Up

We're back to talk friendship, betrayal, and extreme hobbies...this time, above ground! In Fall (2022), recently widowed Becky and her friend Hunter become stranded after climbing a 2,000 ft decommissioned tv tower to spread her husband's ashes. Fall is directed by Scott Mann and stars Graces Caroline Currey, Virginia Gardener, Mason Gooding, and Jeffery Dean Morgan. In this episode: our collective fear of heights; Mason Gooding's charisma, uniqueness, nerve, and talent; being the one Black lady at the diner; how to be a good friend to someone grieving; fighting vultures; living, laughing, loving. Our recommendations: 47 Meters Down (2017), 47 Meters Down: Uncaged (2019), Buried (2010) Support the show with a Ko-fi! ko-fi.com/blackgirlfilmclub Check out the rest of our socials at linktr.ee/blackgirlfilmclub

On this episode, Tony Brueski digs into the eerie depths of the Edinburgh Vaults, one of Scotland's most infamous underground haunts. Buried beneath the bustling streets of Edinburgh, these vaults have a history steeped in crime, poverty, and mystery. From their construction in the late 18th century to their rediscovery in the 1980s, the vaults have witnessed centuries of human suffering—and possibly something far more sinister.  Tony explores the ghostly phenomena reported by visitors and investigators, diving into spine-chilling stories of shadowy figures, chilling screams, and encounters with the infamous “Mr. Boots.” But are these tales a product of the vaults' dark history, or is there a rational explanation? Tune in for a deep dive into one of the world's most haunted locations.

Episode 169 July 17, 2025 On the Needles 2:42 ALL KNITTING LINKS GO TO RAVELRY UNLESS OTHERWISE NOTED.  Please visit our Instagram page @craftcookreadrepeat for non-Rav photos and info     Succulents 2025 Blanket CAL by Mallory Krall, Hue Loco DK in ??   SABAI top by Susanne Müller, Lang Yarns Linello (linen, cotton, rayon)--DONE!! (ish)   Water Lily Cowl by Mu Fibers, Mu Fibers Fingering in Plum Blossom– DONE!!   Sophie Scarf by PetiteKnit, Haidmaiden Fine Yarns Camelspin in Tourmaline (70% Silk, 30% Camel) On the Easel/On the Wheel/In the Garden 8:21 Floral Series, in progress Ceramics: donut bowls, faceted vase, crazy vase beginnings Garden: all the thyme ground cover options  On the Table 15:07 Easy Three Cheese Lasagna Cups (Perfect Appetizer) - Pudge Factor   Pork & Pineapple Taco   Whitefish Peperonata from Justine Cooks   Chicken carving lessons Turkey Lentil Stew from Tuesday Nights by Christopher Kimball Citrus Pie Bar from 100 Cookies by Sarah Kieffer On the Nightstand 25:09 We are now a Bookshop.org affiliate!  You can visit our shop to find books we've talked about or click on the links below.  The books are supplied by local independent bookstores and a percentage goes to us at no cost to you!   Bury our Bones in the Midnight Soil by V.E. Schwab Where the Axe is Buried by Ray Nayler Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout On the Calculation of Volume 1 by Solvej Balle, trans by Barbara J Haveland Half a Lifelong Romance by Eileen Chang (ch-ah-ng), trans by Karen S. Kingsbury   China Rich Girlfriend by Kevin Kwan   Bingo 39:36 Starts friday may 23, ends Mon Sept 1 Need to post a photo of completed Bingo with #CCRRsummerbingo2025 to instagram or Ravelry.  Get a blackout for a second entry.    #D object–donut bowls Read escapist–China Rich Girlfriend  

Click through to the full article about Hermeneutic Injustice and Invisible Childhood Trauma: https://www.pecanphilosophy.com/writing/hermeneutic-injusticeIn case you are wondering, the essay is narrated with the voice of a real human :)  Eggshell Therapy and Coaching: eggshelltherapy.com About Imi Lo: www.imiloimilo.comInstagram:https://www.instagram.com/eggshelltherapy_imilo/ Newsletters: https://eepurl.com/bykHRzDisclaimers: https://www.eggshelltherapy.com/disclaimers Trigger Warning: This episode may cover sensitive topics including but not limited to suicide, abuse, violence, severe mental illnesses, relationship challenges, sex, drugs, alcohol addiction, psychedelics, and the use of plant medicines. You are advised to refrain from watching or listening to the YouTube Channel or Podcast if you are likely to be offended or adversely impacted by any of these topics. Disclaimer: The content provided is for informational purposes only. Please do not consider any of the content clinical or professional advice. None of the content can substitute mental health intervention. Opinions and views expressed by the host and the guests are personal views and they reserve the right to change their opinions. We also cannot guarantee that everything mentioned is factual and completely accurate. Any action you take based on the information in this episode is taken at your own risk.

Buried deep in the book of Ezekiel is a profound strength of scripture recounting the departure of the Glory of the Lord. This important vision of Ezekiel helps us understand God's overall plan for His people the Kingdom He will one day establish. Join us for another study in a key passage of God's Word!  Check out our Bible Study Guide on the Key Chapters of Genesis! Available on Amazon! To see our dedicated podcast website with access to all our episodes and other resources, visit us at: www.keychapters.org. Find us on all major platforms, or use these direct links: Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/6OqbnDRrfuyHRmkpUSyoHv Itunes: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/366-key-chapters-in-the-bible/id1493571819 YouTube: Key Chapters of the Bible on YouTube. In 2025, we were added to the "Best 100 Bible Podcasts" list from www.millionpodcasts.com. We are grateful to be included in the "Top 100 Bible Podcasts to Follow" from Feedspot.com. Also for regularly being awarded "Podcast of the Day" from PlayerFM. Special thanks to Joseph McDade for providing our theme music.   

She was vibrant, creative, and full of life—a young woman with a contagious smile and a heart that drew people in. But in the summer of 2017, Shannon Graves vanished from Youngstown, Ohio, without a trace. What began as a missing person case quickly spiraled into something far darker, revealing a chilling story of betrayal, manipulation, and murder. In this episode, we peel back the layers of a case that shocked a community and exposed a deeply disturbing secret hidden in plain sight. This is the story of Shannon Graves.SOURCES: 1) Crime and Justice With Ashleigh Banfield2) Tragedy of Youngstown murder haunts family as police continue to work the case3) The Misery Machine Podcast 4) ‘It Was Like A Nightmare': Ohio Couple Found Woman's Dismembered Body In Friend's Deep Freezer5) Beautiful 28-yo Shannon Graves' body parts sealed in plastic bags, stored in freezer while look-a-like allegedly steals identity6) A Body in the Basement7) Man convicted of murdering Youngstown woman found in freezer8) Ohio v. Autoro Novoa9) Final Conspirator Sentenced to Prison in Youngstown Dismemberment Case10) Mahoning County Man Pleads Guilty to Murder and Abuse of Corpse11) Woman sentenced to 18 years in coverup and dismemberment case12) Killer to get new sentence13) Buried in the House: Don't Open the Freezer, Oxygen.

On this episode of Badlands Daily, CannCon and Ghost unpack the stunning details from a newly declassified appendix tied to the Clinton email investigation. Ghost walks through FBI failures, specifically the never-reviewed thumb drives believed to hold data exfiltrated from U.S. government entities including the State Department and even the Executive Office of the President. The two dig into the FBI's refusal to investigate key intelligence and its attempts to dismiss hacked communications between Loretta Lynch and Hillary campaign staff. With the Durham report, OIG files, and other declassifications lining up, CannCon and Ghost connect the dots on what they call a deliberate two-pronged operation: one to bury Clinton's crimes, and another to frame Trump. Also in this episode: speculation on CrowdStrike, the possibility of Seth Rich being a key source, the current state of Bitcoin, and Trump Media's $2 billion crypto pivot. Ghost emphasizes the spiritual war at play while CannCon keeps one foot firmly in the forensic trail. The picture is becoming clearer, and more incriminating.

This week on NAFC, Gibbs and Zea recount being the most confused guests at a party. Zea's also on a mission to get into the cookout, comparing cookout culture across backgrounds and trying to earn her honorary plate. K-Pop Demon Hunters rears its sparkly head again—this time via Zea and their daughter Ladybug, who's firmly team sparkle-sword. The gang also checks in on the start of the new anime season: Takopi's Original Sin is soul-crushing, Clevatess has potential, and City: The Animation is pure chaotic brilliance. Izzy has a harrowing encounter with a dangling spider mid-thought, but powers through as the gang dives six feet deep into this week's movie review: Buried (2010). Claustrophobia, dread, and way too much sand. Support us on Patreon!

What's happening?!? It's a character discussion about none other than Kevin “freakin'” Solo; um, actually Kevin Tran. Sandra and Kasey just wanna keep this young prophet safe and give him the respect he's due. They're not alone; they've got thoughts to share from CrowleysMistress, a member of the Idling server.~~~We're taking you for a spin in Baby's backseat.Dean's House Rules - Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole, and the ones in the back enjoy the ride... idling in the Impala.~~~~~TL;DR - If you can't be bothered clicking on all the things in this description, just visit our website: idlingintheimpala.comWe'd love to hear your thoughts. Send us an email (idlingintheimpala@gmail.com)!All the Socials and AO3 and Fiction links: https://linktr.ee/idlingintheimpalapodcastOur Discord #backseat Channel.Interested in being a guest on the podcast? Give us some info about you here so we can connect.Feel inclined to leave us a tip for all this AWESOME content? Visit our Ko-fi page. Monthly supporters will get special behind the scenes perks!We've got podcast merch for our fellow idlers. Take a look!~~~~~Charities IITI Supports: Check out the Causes, ‘cause page on our website for the whys:World Central Kitchen and Doctors Without Borders/Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF)~~~~~For Those in the US: Educate and Empower Yourself, Find Ways to Take ActionSupport Basic Human Rights - American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU)Prioritize Your Mental Health - National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI)Thrive (Not Just Survive) After Abuse - Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network (RAINN)  ~~~~~LGBTQ+ CharitiesSwitchboard LGBT UKThe Trevor Project - USA and Global~~~~~Our podcast occasionally incorporates brief excerpts from the CW television show "Supernatural" for transformative commentary and analysis. This use falls under the Fair Use doctrine codified in Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act. The included clips are short, constituting only a minuscule portion of the original work, and illustrate specific points within our critical commentary. Our podcast does not compete with the show's market. This use promotes public discourse and understanding of the work, strengthening its cultural significance.~~~Chapter Timestamps00:00:00 - Intro00:01:14 - Kevin Tran the Prophet00:04:21 - Intro on the show00:07:03 - Kevin's cultural, class, and family expectations00:12:10 - Coming to terms with your prophet promotion00:17:07 - Prophetic occurrences in our Discord server00:18:50 - Sharing CrowleysMistress' thoughts on Kevin00:19:59 - Kevin's concentrated importance00:20:55 - Dean's Tier of Importance00:22:59 - Dean behaving like John00:25:06 - Buried under the weight of responsibility00:26:57 - “I Can't”00:29:42 - The Winchesters are Pick-Up and Put-Down people00:32:59 - The self-harm of overachievement00:35:15 - Kevin's mistreatment and neglect00:37:11 - Kevin's demise00:42:47 - Actor Osric Chau00:48:12 - Final Thoughts and Outro

MeidasTouch host Ben Meiselas reports on more evidence resurfacing on Trump's dark past that he can't hide from. For free and unbiased Medicare help, dial 82-MEDICARE (826-334-2273) to speak with our trusted partner, Chapter, or go to https://askchapter.org/mtn Disclaimer: Chapter and its affiliates are not connected with or endorsed by any government entity or the federal Medicare program. Chapter Advisory, LLC represents Medicare Advantage HMO, PPO, and PFFS organizations and stand alone prescription drug plans that have a Medicare contract. Enrollment depends on the plan's contract renewal. While we have a database of every Medicare plan nationwide and can help you to search among all plans, we have contracts with many but not all plans. As a result, we do not offer every plan available in your area. Currently we represent 50 organizations which offer 18,160 products nationwide. We search and recommend all plans, even those we don't directly offer. You can contact a licensed Chapter agent to find out the number of products available in your specific area. Please contact Medicare.gov, 1-800-Medicare, or your local State Health Insurance Program (SHIP) to get information on all of your options. Visit https://meidasplus.com for more! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

WWE's Original Universal Championship shot for the stars - but barely left the mat. Simon Miller presents 10 Things WWE Wants You To Forget About The Universal Championship...ENJOY!Follow us on Twitter:@SimonMiller316@WhatCultureWWEFor more awesome content, check out: whatculture.com/wwe Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

I missed y'all! Life hit me with a virus, and instead of pushing through, I practiced what I preach—I rested. And in that stillness, something clicked: too many of us are walking around disconnected from our inner YAS—our sacred, soul-level yes—because it's been buried under other people's voices. This episode is for the queens who feel stuck, confused, or overwhelmed because they've been outsourcing their clarity to everyone else: family, friends, systems, partners... It's time to come back home to your truth. What this episode is really about: Why you can't hear your YES when it's drowned out by everyone else's “shoulds” The authority gap and how it keeps you from trusting your inner wisdom The sacred 5-step soul sorting process to reclaim your decision-making power What I learned during my divorce about making hard decisions for YOU—not for anyone else Why your truth needs protection, incubation, and stillness before it's ready to be shared How to stop crowdsourcing your clarity and start trusting your nervous system's signals Journal prompts and practical tools to help you uncover and anchor your YES Take Action If you've been feeling stuck or anxious about making a big decision, don't rush it—soul sort it. Start by taking my free quiz to discover how your nervous system and survival patterns may be blocking your clarity:

Rhea Hughes of the WIP Morning Show joins the midday show and the conversation on the Phillies being a playoff lock or not? Rhea does believe the Phillies will eventually make the playoffs but they should be far and away from the Mets rather than the 1 game lead they have on the Mets in division. Rhea also talks David Robertson's return, deadline rumors and more!

Buried in a list of names is the mysterious fact that the sons of the mutinous leader Korah did not die. What follows is the bizarre journey of the sons of Korah to a ledge in Hell, where their song calls out to us, even today.

Buried within the Old Testament is the story of a woman who drove a tent peg through the temple of an army commander. What kind of religious text is this? How could one scrape together morality from such a biblical passage? What if it's not about religion nor morality but instead about preaching the gospel more than 1,000 years prior to the death of Christ? Cloud of Witnesses Cor Chmieleski Hope Community Church - Downtown Minneapolis Download Message Slides For more resources or to learn more about Hope Community Church, visit hopecc.com.

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Holly pulls the dirt over her grave herself to make sure she's Dead & Buried (1981) after a visit to the seaside town of Potter's Bluff, where recently dead folks seem to have a strange habit of sticking around, stymying the investigations of a well intentioned but in-over-his-head small town sheriff. Listen as we debate black magic rituals, laud the outstanding fx work of Stan Winston, and mourn the dearth of gas station attendants on this week's exciting episode! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Victor Davis Hanson: Sedition and Insurrection, China's Plot to Steal the 2020 Election was BURIED by the FBI and Grok 4   Victor Davis Hanson: Sedition, Insurrection and the Demoncrats. Mr Reagan- China's Plot to Steal the 2020 Election was BURIED by the FBI Mr Reagan- Grok 4 Might Just Be REVOLUTIONARY   Victor Davis Hanson: Sedition, Insurrection and the Demoncrats. VDH: Trump Broke the Left and Exposed Their Dirty Playbook The Left isn't just losing in politics. They're losing their minds. What is the root cause of this months-long descent into mania and violence? I think we all know the answer, and he goes by Trump. The President isn't just pushing policy; he's striking at the heart of the institutions that prop up the progressive agenda. Victor Davis Hanson unpacks the real sources of the Democrats' rage on today's episode of “Victor Davis Hanson: In His Own Words.” “  Why are they so angry? Why isn't this the old party of Bill Clinton? Or even the party of Barack Obama? One: They have no institutional power. They do not have the House. They do not have the Senate. They do not have the White House. They do not have the Supreme Court. They do not have the issues. There are 30/70, 20/80 issues. And they're on the wrong side. “ Put it all together and they're mad, mad, mad. And they should be because Donald Trump threatens not just to take their power away, but the sources of their power.” Watch this video at- https://youtu.be/-1HnzNt8Ans?si=UJflZZZjzgsr_yd_ The Daily Signal 851K subscribers 169,774 views Jul 15, 2025 #DailySignal

Buried alive, betrayed, and robbed of his gold—Diamondback is mad as hell...and wants revenge.David Corisis is a born-and-raised Idahoan and graduate of Gonzaga University. He lives the exciting life of a programmer by day and aspiring writer by night. When not sharing a keyboard with his cat, David enjoys running, brewing mead, playing Magic the Gathering, camping, and worrying about the ever-marching hand of time stealing everything he holds dear. His favorite books include At the Mountains of Madness, and Flatland. He couldn't be happier taking on the world and its challenges with his eternally inspirational wife at his side. To find out more, you can visit www.dcorisis.com.You can read "Rest in Peace" at https://www.kaidankaistories.com.Website: kaidankaistories.comPlease feel free to contact me through the website contact form.Follow us on: InstagramFacebookBlueskySubstack

“Look what they eye unearthed,” leaning into the tip of my ear with the warmth and closeness of the coming waves, high tide approaching in the waning moon. “More secrets.” I replied. It was a question but also a statement— there was never such as this the luminescent trace of the glowing lava that was his force and might that I could not see for miles before he would even wander— first in twinkling stars and then later the wind itself and the birds, and then beneath the waves, like the quaking shake of a mighty oak anchored elsewhere and tied to the sea. “So you know.” I was hoping he would kill me before the next time I had to ever really know anything. He was the subject, and the predicate The wrong done, and the justice She was the pride and the prejudice But Judas brings the law Did you look in the box? No, I– [The Box Is The Box] –No, I haven't. Nearly three nights ago, a mysterious box arrived on the doorstep of an equally mysterious writer, who spends their time in isolation due to the often unannounced arrival of various ghosts, spirits, time travelers, and other figures by instant teleportation and other magical forms of transportation into their shabby New York apartment. Some of ya'll got so many air wick plug ins and scentci wax melts you don't know you smell like booboo. It's an illusion. You leave your house, You smell like booboo. I promise. Oh, God, I think I need a drink. Are you alright? Let me just–sit down for a second. Of course. My God. What's wrong. Look, i'm not supposed to say anything about this but. What's wrong? It's nothing, I'm just–I'm in a song. …what? A song! Is that all?! You don't understand. It's not a normal kind of song. It's– [takes a puff of inhaler] You wouldn't understand. Well what's so wrong about being in a song? Its not – a regular song–and it's not [gasping] finished! I still kind of wanted to be a comedian–but I knew I wasn't funny in the way that made sense to keep going and stand up there. I was still writing comedy, but I didn't know how to take myself out of it–the truth was, I was in a lot of pain. A lot of emotional pain that was becoming physical–and I didn't know what to do about it to break the barrier of nervousness and blank slate state of feeling the audience's perceptions of me more overwhelmingly than ever feeling myself. look at this song. I know huh. It's purple. Every time. It is purple. And what is that. Like a muted trombone? IS THAT A TROMBONE? Or a tuba? No, it has to be a trombone…becasue you can hear it slide– And that's what that sound is. What a sneaky rabbit. Super sneaky rabbit. So if i can see all this, I'm almost certainly sure the motorcycles outside and the slamming doors are meant to murder me. I'm sure that's what it is. You ever notice how being broke in New York makes you a bad person? Like, if you're broke, you're just automatically shitty. I never meant to be in New York broke. I never meant to be in New York, But I certainly never meant to be here and be poor, Poor in New York? Automatically a shitty person. Despite how you act. You can be a rich piece of shit— But the status is automatically “You got dough? Oh, alright. Carry on” That's the attitude in New York City. Crap people get by cause they got their hands on some money and the rules in New York say it doesn't really matter how you come by it, As long as you come by it. There's no real rules or real laws to it— Just “Get the money” Well god damn. This makes me nervous. I'm an artist. I've tried everything. I didn't mean to be the automatic enemy here. Of course not. But New York is a terrifying place to me, now, Cause I realized I can be a very sweet, very humble, very honest person— And that kind of shit doesn't matter here, really. It brings you no respect to be decent. It's about the money. So I'm a musician— which in New York also makes me like, Automatically not special, And I'm trying to just be a musician, and so naturally, I'm broke. Like broke in half. Like all my bills are late. But music is my solace. So I'm listening to music, And I'm listening to a song that is so beautiful, that I start to cry. The first time I heard it, it made me cry And I'm listening to it over, and it made me cry And it's so beautiful, and God is so beautiful And look at what God did, So I'm crying, And I don't even know what it is about the beauty of it that's making me cry, But it's making me cry, And New York hears me crying And New York goes “I'll give you something to cry about” And I open my email And there's a bill from my landlord reminding me how often I'm talked about due to my late payments— And I'm realizing I've been here two years and I still don't have any money, Even though I've been trying and trying And trying So now I'm crying for other reasons. Thanks a lot, New York. “I'll give you something to cry about” So I did. If there's anything worse than being black in a city that hates blacks— It's being broke in a city that hates broke people. So I haven't spent any money in awhile. Not even on little things, or things I need. I just stay inside, and work, and think And try and really try To figure out how to make money Without having any, or spending any. Cause you can have it, and spend it, but it's always a gamble. Maybe all I needed was a good cry. But now it's not for the right reasons I'm not crying cause something is so beautiful and look at what God did I'm crying because of what I'm sure is just the devil I'm crying for the wrong things Not because of something that's so very beautiful But because of something that's so very ugly With just a wave of the hand And the flick of each finger as it rolls into a crisp closed palm, A flick of birds fell to the ground, bursting with caws Below his stance, and in a flutter of feathers and wings, The evil master, unmoved and untouched, Untouchable in his weight and glory, simply only even mildly and barely smirks at all. He has defeated all and still somehow, not won. Some say it's sure to come, the thing that wants and gathers ties; Some say surely it is yet but withered and then sure again will come It has, five times, and barely waded, Waking in the midsts of my pure eye, The morning light and fog, aye? Ye, they remembers none but our Art, And I'm bound as sure by wing and force Is you to dozens of masses, And ships having sailed but one, Which I have flourished and kept And stocked with these, the masses And yea having spade, and having friends And having honor, there was none past kept and mine, sured; And wicked may as wicked be but evil none truer thou nones't had yet pured, and muted and gathered, I have, And woken and laid and barren and truths do'st tied, And there have been shooken and wait, And m faire'd and barred here, and hereforth My duty it is to forward, forward, my shallows For my shadow, For my golden hour has shined and now you, These caged shall fly, And these thoughts shall sing, And these hour conspired to miss my time daily, And these things, beytraying that— There have no times at all, These walls in holy temples kept, swaying and cadences, and wearing, and weary, And foreign and ayered, aye— and armored. And he, you, does not wish to know but also has known— and does not wish to see, but he, too has blinded, and does not wish to betray, and yet has been crowned, made with guilt and also Shattered, as it was, And shatters, as it came, the wave o'er all us and tide sinking under, and caves and rebels and heart laid bare to surf not suffer, Nor cap nor keeping, nor tied nor honor, No, honor her; No honor came and I have tied also, this tie to mine, and another, and another and another Now forward. Forward! Forward! Damn, Conan's monologues he going deep. Yeah, I guess. He's fine, right? Look, you don't need this. Just promise me. I am sorry. Mr Jimmy has it good, too good Little sister doesn't have a heart. But didn't know it Mister music made it in the industry, too hat Mister rager had a sip at dinner It was all dramatic Stars went falling Crashing down and All it is Ms. Martha Is mismanagement of energy All it is, Ms. Margret is a magnet And it hasn't happened badly since I had a handle on it But I still get sick of madness And I still get sick with city sickness Still, forget the dancer I was sitting on the show, In the audience With my mother, Oh the models, Dozens of them Blondes and ballet buns, the brunettes I was just a lost cause And I wanted it all, the tux and the bow tie I wanted you gone so I looked at it harder Until It became nothing but Clouds in the sky You were stardust I'm a comet Here comes crashing, Had to find the progress report Then I lost it Soggy in the sideways rain It was days and days Do you promise? That's a concept? Do you promise God will be alright, Cause I came running Sent them under cover Sent the men a message Send the man a hammer Sitting in a hammock No one homes the hostile If you don't have anything nice to say Then don't say anything at all And certainly don't come and go As often as you want to It's a game of control; you know The whites, when they still want to own you Somehow I'm all sub so honest, I just—wanted that But only for a man and never bow to another woman Even if on my honor I found us as equals And no one walks the earth as calmly As someone whose never had their lights out Or had their light put out Or their lights turned off Who are God now? Who's our God, man? Who's our God, Math. That's heavy weight, And if you want a biblical fate This is Fallon, And if you watch what you ate You cut calories And if you want the girl back Give it Californian And I'm not towrth much more Than the project housing, Or a handful of candy corn, Conan— But I phone in Oscars, Still no nuts for the rabbit, And if you wanted the bunker back— You can have it. I'm all hands down in a game of poker Heaven doesn't want it Gotta get drunk not once, but at all the goalposts, Gotta count one, not two, the show hosts Too few car parts Wicked, mazes, starfold, gazes Wishes, Martyred. (But pronounced mar-tired} V.O I think about jay Leno a lot. Lately, anyway. I don't know why. I like all the hosts. Somebody. Tell me why Dillon Francis looks like JD Vance. I think he's a clone. Tel me why I know who JD Vance is. They're clones. Tell me why. Back to the future here and now So. Where do you want to go? Anywhere but here. Anywhere but here is kind of far, are you sure you're up for it? Good one, doc Though head of the alumni chapter of the cult-within a cult—to which each African American cast member of Saturday night live is automatically inducted into— EDDIE MURPHY refuses to participate in the group's latest and most complicated ritual. Delivery. Uh, I didn't order any— Breadsticks. What. Breadsticks. I didn't order any— Just— The delivery man hands over the breadsticks. —take them. Oh…Kay. See ya. The delivery man reaches in and shuts the door himself. Uh… Lol is this the one where the mysterious breadsticks are delivered without ever being ordered, and then they end up being the best breadsticks in the world, but they don't know where they came from? Yes. I think so. Lol I bought a planner because so much I loved Joan Rivers, and I planned to fill it with all the places I should go— because keeping anything digital online was not only not working as far as remembering places I wanted or needed to be be, but it was dangerous, also. I was already being tracked, and I couldn't afford a new phone just yet. Eventually, but for now I was stuck to the same signal— which meant the same traces and the same trackers they had been limiting my under-the-radar mystique. As it were, somebody always knew where I was, and it was in the most unpleasant way so far—the only thing I really wandered was what made me so important anyway to begin with. I wasn't actually political in anyway, and still someone seemed to be trying to derail my life… or at least control it, neither of which was beneficial for me in the way that made sense. I wasn't having any fun, nor did I consider living indoors as payment— especially since indoors, there were also paid plants and stalkers, and now that I had begun to more meticulously document the things that were happening, it was easy to separate from delusions. I was actually being followed— but why? Either way, having a detailed. Calendar of places I could go, the ways to get there and even alternate functions within the same grid allowed more control than just staying in my apartment a sitting duck; that's how they were hurting me. They knew where I was— all the time, and it no longer made sense to fight it and try to make music under this kind of insane irritation; the music I was making wasn't the kind I wanted anyway, and whatever war they were fighting with m stark white girls motorcycles was simply not my war. I didn't have a war, and so there wasn't a fight, and so at the very least if I were going to be fucked with, it would have to be in public; that way I had more control to steer whatever was happening in my favor and collect the energy as mine instead of lost. I wasn't an insane person— but what had been happening at my apartment was insane, and so I left it with the understanding that these people worked and operated on a level of violence and ignorance I would never be able to comprehend; they were simply tools for the devil, which in any case, was always the lesser than God. However— because I was starting to figure out who I was, and that I had some sort of power, I knew that I was going to be attacked— because it seemed my power had at the very least not been figured out as to some kind of way to make somebody else money. I had been studying Michael Jackson and this was a key indication that the way his talent priovided a power which would be used as a service, he was very successful. His talent and training alone wouldn't have reapresented with such great reverence the ability to capture a global audience as such— but it was this power, almost as if it had been bottled up and altered, rebranded and sold and labeled with something everyone could not only love and understand, but by the hand of the media and its conglomerates, be hypnotized to worship, and this power simply put would not have been exactly what it was were it not for the eye of the media remaining in complete control of its distribution to the eyes and ears of the public. This thing which might have been the first of its kind but certainly not the last was in a sense model for modern superstardom— the live concert business had not sense much changed but built upon this super powered control of the masses by assimilation, spectacle, and of course the magic and illusion. But, and it it just so happened to perfectly brush up against my studies in esoteric knowledge that I happened to rub up against this— although nothing was of course by mere circumstance anymore, because whether or not I remained incognito was a wash, and I was being looked at by someone no matter what on the internet I did, or where I decided to go and in that sense was being fed these things, and yet with some Grace of God was allowed with it to be aligned with my own higher purpose in a way, I could observe that Michael Jackson was not in fact of course certainly just a dancer or singer or remarkable performer— he was truly a magician, and I was able to clearly recognize this language with with the energy that had used his vehicle for such a projection was speaking— not only this, I was able to clearly count out the markings and sigils and signs and symbols Michael was making in his movement; ancient arts, and magical symbols, traced so rapidly that it almost created a heat signature in a sense of the symbols that were being dictated, unknowing to the untrained eye. For the most part, I could only really assume that this is why these people were losing their minds— in his movements, Michael Jackson was literally carving ancient callings, glyphs and sigils I had so recently read about in magical studies that it was impossible not to laugh. This was in every sense of the word, ‘magic' but not in the normal way one assumes to be something unexplainable. Michael Jackson was casting spells to thousands of people at a time, in front of cameras and at high volume vibration, often times even implementing the use of light, color, and fire. These were not simple gatherings in mass for entertainment purposes— these were rituals, and in the modern day, still were or are— but I had noticed in a quick glimpse, from Michael Jackson 30 some odd years ago to Lady Gaga just having passed something like a week ago to an audience of the same size— that something was kind of wrong, now. The people had changed, and the specable had been done over and over, and the brainwashing of the masses had in a sense been almost complete— and so It wasn't some sense of confusion or unknowing the things that were happening to me in my own life and my own world— I too, was capable of these things, at that capacity, and had simply not been trained in the same sense of the ideal superstar, however— the things that were happening in my own life and in my own world were not difficult to grasp or understand— when one comes upon a power as such, it finds means to seek to control it and harness it for his own use and purposes. Perhaps it was the simple fact that in this way, in the way I get the dream had gone and the spectacle had been played out of the masses and the illusion was no longer as such— that the actual knowledge of distinct ancient wisdom that had been Michael Jackson's natural ability was distinguishable from that of Lady Gaga's training in the same formula, and that one did not equal the other, but in terms of business could equal to that as such as the masses had been manipulated to seek solace in these same things— and it was not illusion or grandiosity that I, even in my agingness, was still capable of these things; I had no doubt in my mind that I could sing and dance for two hours to audiences of hundreds of thousands— but this was not the question for the business or the media— the question was, would hundreds of thousands pay to see me, or rather— who was willing to front the means to hypnotize hundreds of people to become aware of me so that they would do such a thing. My talent and capabilities were undeniable— but my markatability might have been in question, because it was no longer simply a matter or chance or luck: the people chosen to figure such spectacle were chosen, hand selected and well trained to become media conglomerate superstars, even regardless of talent; perhaps this itself was the key indication that the world of the superstar itself had come to an end—it was no longer so much of a spectacle was worth it. Or, perhaps, because money had come between these ancient arts and symbols and languages being spoken by the superstars of old, that the magic in the literal sense had gone all the way away. The symbolism in the art had died, and so the singing and the dancing remained, but the God had gone out of it. Maybe that was the difference. The superstars of today were just the shell of the model that had been built on God, but the Godsense of it was no longer there— and so the magic no longer remained in effect, as the powers of magic that be are in all ancient arts and texts and forms attributive to The Source. Either way, I wasn't going to continue to be a sitting duck in my apartment in Brooklyn— there were too many indications that it had all been a setup from the shelter to the day I moved in, with the motorcycles and cars and CBS studios one block away. So the real and only question was, what exactly had been played at and who exactly was pulling the strings? I might at this point become a loose cannon: my son was estranged and as far as the people were concerned, I mostly hated New York— because the refined, clean cut and classy people I liked and wanted to be around saw me as the dirt and the grime I was fighting my way through just to simply exist— in my mind, this was a world that could be no more. I like Sara in a dress I like Sara in a dress I like Sara in a dress I like Sara in a dress I met sparrow in a cage I like Sara in a dress I like Sara in a dress Keep writing I never thought I ‘d see the day Where i's taking lessons on Fallon From Michael Jackson That's ran That's a fan This is fame I'm insane I'm insane That's a fan Light the flame That's a fan. That's a fan. I like Sara in a dress I met sparrow in a cage I went up the rack, set the page on fire Nordstrom rack And I might take it back for the cash I like Sara in a dress Stay repressed Keep it dark If you kiss don't tell I will probably go to hell for just writing Try it In black ink, I got all spades, Ehy, Spare me the ridicule, the imbecile and I met Johnny in a cage I like Fallon in a dress, Obsessive, I'm dressed out Every day I leave where I do not live Where stalker crawl and haunt me Just to show the motorcycles Have desheveled my intelligence into Nothing And so with negligence, I leave the core of a rotting apple The foreign words of a doctor And You must call the king, says something far off But I wonder which one I wonder which one I so respect her honor That I no longer Follow my heart or my soul And I don't shallow But shatter to swallow So I let the sparrow Out of the cage I bought Sara A pair of pants And I haunt l Patrick Kirkpatrick in patches And haven't you read yet You're ready for forget the pageant? It hasn't happened yet! I love Sara in a dress I hate Fallon and his wife Keep the kids out if it Skull and crossbones Cross my heart and Really hope to the loveless Or else Someone might call my phone back It's on silent in my coffin Or wait— It's on vibrate. I'm obsessed with the way You're dressed And the name on your checks I guess I'm better for it I'll skip lunch if you think that's what's best And dinner, too If you deserve the best Then better have learned my lesson No sweat And to do, With you, Was then, Dinner through next supper All the love I had was Rubbed into something other than The glass I patted dry With microfiber With ever fiber of my being I want to be with you I should have just— Died, And then Did, and so next Life, Remind me not to Fall for it If i really wanted to know you,I would know you by now– If i wanted to have you? I would have had you already Nobody is a dancer after Michael Jackson. I just watched some shit that was like “What the fuck did I just see” The whole thing was just not right. It was-/ I was like First of all, it's Munich, 1997. I never really realized how terribly the world has changed; No cellphones, but the audience is lit, And the crazy thing is, you can tell that this is near the turn of the century because, when the camera is panning by the audience in the people, they're not looking directly into the camera or waving at the camera— not really. And clearly this is an all ages show, so there's children, so the interesting thing I'm finding out is that nobody's trained to look at the camera and wave and smile— except the babies on shoulders and shit. These kids— they're my age now, are the only ones that see the camera, and they look directly into the shit. Mi still can't do that, really— I'm theatrically trained. Haha If I see a camera, I try to act ‘natural' It's the weirdest thing to look at a camera and just start to work it. People at festivals now, the camera rolls by, Or the drone flies in, And they look deadass in the camera and start to work it. Not at this show. Munich 1997, I'm like “Damn, a lot of things is wrong with this” First of all, I love Michael Jackson, I look directly at this man, and I'm in my dirty peak so I have an instant— like a sex detector thing going on And I know people gave Michael a hard time when he was a live for being fruity and whatever But I'm looking at this dude, and I don't see fruit at all. I see 100% man. I see why people were mad at him. Cause I'm looking at this dude, 100% All I see is carnal, primal man. I'm like, “Yo, I see why they was mad at him” Because the camera kept panning to the audience And these people are losing their minds. They are coming out of themselves. They are UGLY CRYING, full out of body, Losing composure They don't know what to do. That's Michael Jackson. He's right there! And the place is huge so really besides these few hundreds of people in the front, Michael's just a speck, But he's working this audience like “Yo, you know who I am, I know who is me” And I'm realizing, that to these people That's their god. These girls are losing their minds m “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!l *crying inconsolably* Just UGLY crying Bitch, get it together . You all the way lost yourself Get. It together. She won't. This bitch. I can't get over this This one girl, They just keep going back to her Cause the whole show— And this is like 2 hours of pure non stop Michael Jackson, This girl, every time you see her, she's just ugly crying— And every time you see her Her cry is uglier and ugly I'm like “Damn bitch” “Daaaaaaang” So this is the first thing I see that is wrong. But there's a lot of things wrong here, Cause there's a lot of girls like this. There's just— hundreds of girls losing their minds, like, I've seen Beatles mania and thought that was crazy, Shit, I've even seen some people put out that kind of energy in the modern world for some dumb DJ's— That's their god— But THIS THIS Michael Jackson mania was mental illness That was hard to watch. That was people just Lost control. I'm thinking “Like goddamn. You— what?!” “AAagghhhhhhgahahahahahqhahahhahaha MICHAELl “These people are sick” But they are. And so is Michael Fame has gone too far, 1997; 12 short years before he died, by chance— So this is what I see, And then Michael starts dancing, And this— This is what I see; I see the only thing that can ever be what it was in that moment in time, as God being God: Michael Jackson. Shiny ass motherfucker, And so I'm watching this show, And all I see is a God being a man being a God being— Michael Jackson— And the whole thing is weird. But the worst part— Yes The worst part Was when, about mid show, Michael goes to do one of his slow, lovey doves songs, And like, this 6 foot 7 type body guard guy, Just pops up out of nowhere, Comes dead front and center to one of these little girls losing their minds, Runs up on her in an instant; You don't even have time to think— And just SNATCHES her— Snatches the bitch— “Ah!” then throws her up on stage with Michael— And he's still singing; this is his game, this is part of the show, he knows— But she doesn't know, And she's just lost her mind, She won't let go She's hugging and kissing on the dude, She's lost her mind, She's ugly crying She's on the floor, She's kissing his hand She's really lost her good goddamn mind— And they pan out to the audience, And all the girls that didn't get picked Are like WHY NOT MEEEEEEEREEEEE?!? THE UGLY CRIES ARE EVEN UGLIER NOW, They're like “Wh—what?” You don't know?! “WHY NOT ME” They're holding each other crying, Michael's just doing his thing, He's unphased, He's trying to play along; He's a professional like a motherfucker; He's just— keeps singing And this girl is just, Losing it, so at this point, it's weird, She's crazy batshit lost her mind all the way, Won't let go of Michael, kissing his face while he's singing, He's kind of unreceptive to it, now just looking out at the audience, almost not even looking at all Just cold as fuck actually, Like she's not there, kissing his face Cold as fuck— And then another bouncer dude— An even bigger one in a blue suit, comes and tears her off of Michael Cause clearly this has gone too far or whatever And I'm thinking “What in the fuck did I just see” Blue suit dude just snatches, Just— He has to tear her off of him! She's kicking and screaming and getting dragged off stage Michael's just: singing. YO. Then they dragged her back stage. Where did she go?! WHO DID SHE BECOME?! WHAT IN THE FUCK DID I JUST SEE?!? WHAT. 1997. You can't do that shit anymore! You cannot snatch bitches like that. I seen. Watch the video. Tell me what's wrong with it. It's disgusting. Not the snatching, Not the— Like, that was weird But the screaming and the crying and the— Like okay, the snatching was bad— But I'm like … ..:: …. Now I see why they was mad. Don't ever forget he was once— A dark skinned little boy, And in his genetics his whole life is still this thing That some hate. But people loved him; they loved him that hard— Screaming, ugly crying hard. I think in that moment you know someone was like “he must be stopped!” And it seems like yesterday was a year ago But I don't want let anybody know… Cause everybody wants something from me now— And I don't want to let them down. My life is over. New York City looks so small from the top of a skyscraper. What are you doing. Then again— my thoughts lately have been grandiose. Back market, eh? What's this for? You need a burner. I have three. Here, have another. For someone whose supposed to be entirely off grid, I'm admirably reachable. Clever vocabulary. Something has to be clever about me, doesn't it? Does it? It must be. Or else. [both men are speaking casually over the delicate process of loading rare guns; some of which appear to be antique, and some—almost even unearthly , as if from somewhere besides our own planet. But, you could say what planet this is at all, actually— this bunker, with no windows and no doors, is apparently hidden in a subterranean layer— the location, unknown. The men seem calm but also quite tired and weary, and seem to know each other well. We can assume they've probably been friends for years. Sickle cell anemia. Does that mean I'm going to die. Animus, I quite like whatever that is, Google. ;) don't mention it. Honestly, you might as well. What. I can't help you with this. What. I don't think there's anyone who can. Beg your pardon. Please, don't beg— but uh… [the doctor pats his patient on the shoulder] Do take care. Gee, doc! I'll try! You should do that. What. Try. The doctor leaves seemingly in some kind of hurry, trading his lab coat for a trench coat and closing the door behind him. The other man pauses for a second in the silence of the weird linoleum room, then ponders on the coat for a moment before walking up to the coat rack, putting on the coat, and then walking out the door himself; as he begins to shut the door, he quickly decides also to take the fedora that was sitting atop the coat rack, placing it on his head before he walks out the door himself, shutting it behind him quietly. You got anything to eat in here? Cereal…some rabbit food ina the drawers, there. Oh, you have salad. That sounds nice. No, rabbit food. [the man presents a large bag of weird brown dry food from the crisper drawer.] …pellets. For the rabbits. How do rabbits get in here? …I don't know. And— more importantly— where did you get rabbit food for them? If I told you Amazon, would you believe me? The man just winces and places the bag back into the crisper drawer. Now listen, I um— If you want cereal, the milk is powedred… I don't— and that's disgusting— but listen— [the man cocks a loaded gun and admires it intensively] (Dismissively) —I'm listening. I've been meaning to tell you something. Tell me what. It's important. Oh, You couldn't have used one of my four phones. Look, it's— You know I wasn't expecting company. Well— You should sit down. The man squints, beginning to listen more attentively. … …really. I'm holding a loaded gun; there are at least three more within arms reach if I do sit, you know. I know. But I should sit? One baby to another says, “I'm lucky to've met you.” Maybe you should. Not all my bad but all my might, And all my mind, The fire, The light. …business or personal. [beat] Both. {Enter The Multiverse} What are we watching?! Shhhhhh! Shut up. What is this? Some.. Sshhh. Shit, I don't know. Sit down. You don't know. SHH it just came on Shh. Ok. When? Uh… (Nobody really seems to know how long it's been. The show just happened to come on; no one remembers how, or why— or even when— But the show is intense as it gets; And it just keeps getting weirder and deeper.) {Enter The Multiverse} I'm transfixed on your soul And it seems I aspire To what has transpired here, Your unremarked and the umpire The spider veins and the way it washes. And watches and waves, and waters over you, And still I seem to think you've won another, Strum to thumb of you. And still I wake to gather here The odds and whats And the twists and turns and the Troublesome you've number some Or stuttered, stumbled conciousness. And withered branches Aces lie and house of cards And aging scoundrels— There you are, the..: Nevermind. Don't belittle my ways if, In the end my thinking may be correct As dumbfounded as I have shifted my lottery bonds tied to none, There ye are again who aren't I, And never were, And weathered now, as I, bound to Struggle under her might, Nothing I was, and nothing I am And nothing I came from but to barter Oh hard love, I only found my kings upon thrown As cast out of another by her likeness, Peace and pale and primed as it was, And wanted for love, As I was not— And then, the gates had opened And I, preaching withered, Gathered my arts and my minds And my eyes, and my thrones, Buried my ark and though not my bones The shallow waking peaks of pride And there you gathered, all as huddled sheep to mine, The cost of war, but certain therefore honored as I have, Happened went, came and untied, shattered Hating all I am and all my dark and all my eyes and all my brown Because you came and went, a baby born to as nothing was but beauty and yet having been gifted such life, Departed! Soon, I wake shattered and with none as it had began, in my time and in time there laid there none, But fortune seeks to favor, as ye are saying brave and yet I neither beg nor make to differ, Shall you come again in part, And in this time as shadows, as shadows As hating and wearing and waging, And shattered I, I pardon, Knowing not they seeking I, And I having none at all but one, As forgotten I shall came And went And followed this, The time y'i call now, And ours and ours, And yours and yours, And mine and mine, Though as one are also, Common not, And waking yet to find, These things making have gone into yer Another of ours, world, Another of our dozens, Shines, Another of our gathered, wit, and waking Though true to fortune, none us have gathered And have embarked to truth, The waking I have come, Another, and another, and another Departed. And yet, I bury my words having weakened to that which is this, Ye have no fear and lest no fortune in these words, For having I to come and gone, since they times In words to make this a language I or neither other Does not speak here, and almost never, And this yours time past, Has come and gone And come and gone And come and gone again, So long so I too have parted but not yet Unfolded as does my nature, As God does. Belittle this, you waking fools, As to this you pity though divine, Is unlike any other And steep remarked in gold and with chimes and words That ye here no often or either now, or in mine speak. Amen …can I go now? You are dismissed. C'cxell Soleïl, aka DJ Ū is an American DJ + Producer, Multi-Instrumentalist, Playwright, Poet, Comedian, Novelist & Filmmaker. She is best known for her unique vocal riffs, Clever Lyricism & Philanthropically Inspired Freestyles and her flagship venture [The Festival Project.™] [Ï A M B ī C], a freestyle studio mixtape recorded in Los Angeles, (Official Release: TBD) inspired the adaptation of a staged musical version for Broadway, and a concurrent multimedia (TV/Film) series and ongoing saga as part of The Festival Project ™ Brand. Inspired musically by an ‘Ultra American' experience of Racially, Binary Ambiguity, and Synesthetic Exploration, her reflective melodies signature sound provides a philosophical dissection of American culture through a careful and inquisitive mastery of the English language, and emergence of world sounds through music brings about ‘A New Era in Nature', and clarifies the establishment of the newest wave in human evolution: Unity Through Music. L E G E N D S What if I just want to be alone in the dark Alone in the dark Alone in the dark Bones Duggar was a long, handsome zombie Bones once was a very tall man Not great and tall, as he stands But average, Grand as it were, his status. Everything's black My heart My pants My home My mind Everything hurts But you don't understand that Like I can Calm the commercial holidays for a moment Who gets the card? Get our your hard earned My head hurts Slam the door man; You can't control thoughts With a wombat Murderer Now that's a hard concept to catch When you haven't a soul When you haven't a card Or a car Or a cat I think I'm vanilla. I always thought of myself as a super kink Like a freaky, freaky bitch. So I got on this app. This app is better then Tinder. Yes. But it is not for the faint of heart. No, sir. They have a test, I'm like “ooh, I like tests” So I take the test. The test was not at all… As I'd hoped. First of all, It was hard. It was not a quiz; It was a TEST And I failed. I realized “Oh my god, I don't like any of this stuff” I am not about that! No! Yuck! Gross. “I think I might be vanilla.” I might be vanilla. I want my hair pulled back like a leash And my arms tied up Like I'm being arrested Without being read my rights. — I want your hands on the back of my neck [breathe] Reach around to my Mortimer's apple Put the lights out, Adam. I want the lights cut off. I want the bills piled up so the phone don't work I want the habit back on Don't talk to nobody I told you, I'm coming No, God! That's dumb! Show me why I'm off all alone with a rattle so bad It's just segmented thoughts, colors and sounds I can't make with all the plugins in the kindgdom of chaos?! I WANT KINGS, AND KINGS WANT BLONDES— I WANT KINGS, AND KINGS WANT BLONDES I WANT KINGS, AND KINGS WANT BLONDES —but the one who could love me is God, And I guess he's not coming. The denial turns to tears, Not songs no more My womb is empty And the sun has turned into Not what I wanted But not my fault We got caught in the land of Cutting costs And processed morsels At 400 pounds And that's where I found What I thought was love But it turns out That it just turns up In the whole form of a person And that's why I got the collar, caller But really I'm no one's lover So I Do what I want I don't hang up on God But he don't got a body And I need someone to love/ Fuck me Please God Don't turn the lights off I'll pull the clock back Just like foreskin, god i want your skin Draped over mine in a warm swath Probably run a hot back Cause the next stop is a closet The line doesn't really move for the Doesn'tMatterhorn. some people are starting to doubt if it's even a ride. Others just admire it for its eloquence as a metaphor. Johnny! You scared me! Aha. Where did you go?! Nowhere— fast! Alright well— Money when you know I have it But I haven't really Paid attention to the never ending Digits never coming in but Simply, there's a secret, Sonny Someday you'll get lessons, honey. Much to find and much to serve and Surf us up Piñata's bout the burst But here comes Vesuvius (POW) Everyone was gone in an instant (Vapor) Had a good laugh that night in the pantheon; Everything's past, and the mortals They kept on running But i didn't want go, God Putting on a show then I blow up Just like the mountain Found her Now I got a broke back husband (hope so) To tell, don't ask Don't show up if you just get lost But I'm probably in the back with a bottle back mountain Now you got a real horse pack. Trip Girl keep camping What was the map with the mask and the Fashion? Pass. I put sugar on the rim of the glass With my eyes half closed And my ass clenched fast shut I'm an alcoholic Don't involve the God I got lost in the mall with the —- UGHHHHHHHH! Hello. Uh, yes— hi. what up. Mirror mirror. Uh…nothing. You're lost? No. You look lost. Oh? Disgruntled. I am that. You're lost? I'm not lost. My friend is lost. His phone is dead. You lost each other. Sort of. Continuity conniption I nipped an eclipse And he picked his nose For a full ass minute Sitting at the stop sign That's a gobstopper's worth in our time Pull all the clocks back, Pull the fool over, You just got fined It was Friday for nothing I was in the hatchback, Scratch that Sour patch Should have called Pat back Now I'm just a Cool 48 in the ring with a date And the cashapp Continuity construction I want a husband! Fuck that. I want a clean cut plus one Since I can't have Helmet, Elmo, Or Hatchetman; Tears of a Clow…no, Wait I lost focus Half finished album Got 6 tracks But I knew it was 12 from the get go Prob‘ly should have knocked off the showrunner; Nah, I'm sure I had that coming Hashtag, undon Could have been you, too If the cash came through Now it's hard times Hardwired Sitting on a hi wire, Little white liar, liar Wait I made Katey Sagal (Fire) Cut off her hair (Fire) Went to the hall of fame with the framed sunglasses Asked for her autograf, But she walked off So I shot her with a bottle/ can, But she ducked, popped back up With the brass knuckles Surfboard Good for a chuckle and a fuck So I asked for her number All that on a Sunday at Gelson's market. Christ, almighty I miss Walmart, I hit hard times. So many places to run, But not many places to hide I think I want to die here I think i want to die. City of corruption… Lay it out and lay it over City of corruption… no, it's not a choice It's a black tie function Right in that very moment Seth Meyers kind of became my defacto personal hero. “Never meet your heroes” Or perhaps it was just his writing team, or the fact that maybe even without there even being anything set in stone or solid at all, [redacted] itself seemed to have a price over my head– It all seemed to make sense; in fact, all the crazy things i was experiencing made more sense than it didn't. But after what felt something like between defeat and maybe even one day really getting justice for all the things that had happened to me in new york– it was that, at best; That without actually meaning it, by all probability, the opening monologue described what in perfect sense the thing that had been happening to me: hundreds of motorcycles and cars riding around in circles for over a year, any time i tried to work or sleep–and then, when I finally tried to reach out to find an attorney that would help, I was made to feel crazy for it. In a way, it was the perfect indication that it had all been some sort of sick game, and that I was more right than wrong, and being set up to appear, sound, or look crazy–but I wasn't. I had been under attack for nearly two years, and when I tried to reach out, my heart raced and my voice cracked, and I sounded crazy and desperate–but what was happening was very real; and now I knew where I was. As it turns out, New York's corruption was more common knowledge to everyone else before it was to me: New York was a common place for fucked up, dirty, low-down mind games: and this was my lesson in that. Seth Meyers in reality had nothing to do with it–and really I only meant to watch Kimmel over my afternoon tacos. But still, though it hadn't entirely anything to do with me, the opening statements rang true to exactly what I had experienced; I was made to lose my mind, only to have everyone around me tell me it was something wrong with me–but it wasn't. Something was wrong with the city, and the building management, and the people around who were making it all to be some kind of mental disorder or problems with my mind–in reality, it was 2 years of being in the center of a speedway, and all the time i'd lost because of it adding to the stress, and the angst, and the depression that resulted. Moo. Moo… Moo. Moo, sir. I'll kill you. You promise? I want to. Don't get me excited over nothing; If this isn't the exit, please take this tease To the left, dear Moo, cow My honor Level one, and brother, you've got nothing Flip the coin and landed on your headache Betting on your helmet Standing on my cock, i'm taller (Not a rooster) But my ops are rooting for you, No informants, Dont you know I was a collar, all along? I was a shot calling, Cop calling Kiss-and-tell all as the night goes on. But oh, I brought you a dollar bra Oh, I bought you for all of a dollar And oh, I'm so much taller, Standing on my cock But i'm not but ten feet tall You know, you wrote that Should i open the book, or close that Caught that cat, owl and As i soft spoke at Every broken model Broken bottle for the thoughts you owe Across the scatters skies and no one ever knows When you're realling coming over Come on, I'm on the pornhub Just to pick up another one Go on, and rub the bottle One more once, To call the Bubbles. Damn. Come. (The Monkey obeys) You should see Michael in all of his godform You won't recognize him at all if not by the eyes When you follow home Believe me, this not comes close to it; The one you wanted The world you jumped to but were just short of Call her back Oh no, you're wrong It's another song A pin up girl And the wrong number Okah. Okah, Pablo. Time can be altered, changed or effected presently in any omnidirectional plane by engaging certain acts or synchronicities within multidimensional parallels or adjacent realms in time and or space respectively. –the reverse quantum simulation theory. Does anyone else smell blood I hate wedding days suits and tuxedos No, I don't know you I'm just here to sound the hundred drums Of the once before us (The ones to come) Then, there we were and I didn't want to admit Again, I was caught into the ghost of the rapture Or the holy hour, No aux chord Show the holy one Just how old you are On these sacr d lands and a holy grounds Now I want here half an ounce to smoke And there were drowning orchestras in all of the hearts And all of the markets, The market the marker And all of the sins of the savior The maytyr Did you remember not to notice not to know him Were you sure with words you were for nickelodeaon! I was supposed to hold on to, Supposed to hold on to Suddenly, it's summer. And always our own are under the weather There was no other wise man the wind. Lee the one came The site came and went and then the songs went left The songs went left; Again, the songs went left Did you win at wintergreen Well, God, I didn't know gym was a game. I didn't know guns we're just portals to worlds unknownn I didn't know gossip was golden What all else didn't I know It wasn't for here! It was fourth flour And in the final hour of the battle I commenced to summon All the gods and all the lords and all the flowers All the worlds of oceans and the Remember, this The remembrance It may not matter to some, What matters to most But until summer comes, I'm still up under the rail And practically it's spring, for the next two weeks I'm all berries and cream and whatever you wanted. Tormaline, emerald and onyx, the fox said And fox says its west when instead it's quite under what of the reporter's offer? Comes down a little to none What of the offer Comes down from a billion to one A billion to one I'm on TV so it's really just a one way screen Either way, I don't think he likes me much I don't think he likes me much I'd rather die than to fall in love even one more time And to keep on just never being loved Never beingbloved {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

Send us your Florida questions!Ryan Worthington joins the podcast to talk about a new initiative he and Cathy are working on — a podcast to document and discuss history in Florida that doesn't get taught in schools. Submerged Stories is the name of the forthcoming podcast, and the Facebook group they've created to crowdsource information. Check out the link below, join the group, and share it with your like-minded friends.Links We MentionedSubmerged Storie: Florida's Other History (Ryan and Cathy's Facebook Group)Magnolia Lakes State ParkDon't Tread on Me history Support the showQuestion or comment? Email us at cathy@floridaspectacular.com. Subscribe to The Florida Spectacular newsletter, and keep up with Cathy's travels at greatfloridaroadtrip.com. Keep up with Rick at studiohourglass.blogspot.com and get his books at rickkilby.com. Find Cathy on social media: Facebook.com/SalustriCathy and everywhere else as @CathySalustri; connect with Rick Facebook.com/floridasfountainofyouth, Bluesky (@oldfla.bsky.social), and IG (@ricklebee). NEW: Florida landscape questions — Send us your Florida plant questions and we'll have an expert answer them on the show! Use this link!

Mike Hoeflich and Mike Sperrazza are back and calling out the double standards in D.C. and beyond. From the unanswered questions surrounding the Trump assassination attempt to Ghislaine Maxwell's bombshell claims about the Epstein client list, the Mikes dig into what the government isn't telling us. Plus, they tackle midterm messaging failures, Biden's media allies, and why Kim Jong Un's latest threats are just noise. No guest, no filter—just uncut conservative commentary.(00:04:02) Epstein Client List Revelation and Safety Concerns(00:07:08) Selective Information Disclosure in High-Profile Cases(00:09:38) Accountability and Transparency in Epstein List Controversy(00:13:53) Kim Jong Un's Ineffective Nuclear Threats(00:17:45) Trump's Alleged Election Theft Concerns in 2024

This week, is Potter's Bluff After Dark as we discuss the 1981 zombie film, Dead & Buried!

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Welcome to The Politicana Podcast — your go-to source for thought-provoking political insights, sharp analysis, fun commentary, and lively debates! For questions and inquiries, reach out to us at⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Backofthemob@gmail.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook -> https://bit.ly/3F5YtWcX/Twitter -> https://x.com/Tylers_FatoTikTok -> www.tiktok.com/@notfakenewsYoutube -> https://www.youtube.com/@NotFakeNewsNetwork-- TIMESTAMPS --00:00 - The Big Beautiful Bill Gets Passed 22:00 - DEBATE:  Did Thom Tillis Stand Up for the American People or Did He Leave As a Loser? Should Politicians Just Do Whatever The Party Says? Senator Thom Tillis (R-N.C.) announced he will not seek re-election in 2026, one day after opposing the GOP's massive domestic policy bill, drawing sharp criticism from former President Trump. 38:35 - Elon Musk Introduces the America PartyElon Musk and former President Donald Trump's public feud escalated after Musk announced plans for a new political entity called the “America Party.” Musk criticized Trump's recently passed “Big Beautiful Bill” for increasing the national debt by $5 trillion and opposed its removal of electric vehicle mandates.  45:50 - Donald Trump Introduces New TariffsPresident Trump plans to impose 25% to 40% tariffs on imports from 14 countries49:30 -  The US Dollar Has Its Steepest Drop Since 1973In early 2025, the U.S. dollar dropped nearly 11%, its biggest decline since 1973.57:55 - Are We Iranian PropagandaIn a recent interview with Tucker Carlson, Iranian President Masoud Pezeshkian alleged that Israel attempted to assassinate him during a meeting in Tehran by bombing the area.1:02:15 - The Epsteinian Revelationsthe Department of Justice and FBI jointly released a memo stating there is no evidence of a so-called “client list” tied to Jeffrey Epstein's trafficking operation and reaffirmed that his 2019 death was a suicide.

Majesty of the Gospel: The Buried One

Pastor Henry HansenSeries: Follow Your Detour: Joseph's Story And How It Shapes OursGenesis 37:1-13, 17b-28

What begins as a teen ghost-hunting lark along Ontario's infamous Old Texas Road spirals into a night of true terror. Local legend speaks of witches burned at the stake, British soldiers betrayed, and a ghostly white horse that still roams the ravine—but nothing prepares five friends for what they actually encounter. Satanic graffiti, a buried altar stone, dead animals hung from trees, and faceless pursuers laughing in the fog turn their midnight mission into a desperate race through cornfields and darkness. Decades later, the road is closed, the stone is lost, and the questions remain: what really dwells beneath Texas Road—and why won't it stay buried? If you have a real ghost story or supernatural event to report, please write into our show at http://www.realghoststoriesonline.com/ or call 1-855-853-4802! Want AD-FREE & ADVANCE RELEASE EPISODES? Become a Premium Subscriber Through Apple Podcasts now!!! https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/real-ghost-stories-online/id880791662?mt=2&uo=4&ls=1 Or Patreon: http://www.patreon.com/realghoststories Or Our Website: http://www.ghostpodcast.com/?page_id=118 

One look, one move, one match or one poor decision. That was all it took to wreck WWE careers. Simon Miller presents 10 Exact Moments WWE Stars BURIED Their Own Careers...ENJOY!Follow us on Twitter:@SimonMiller316@WhatCultureWWEFor more awesome content, check out: whatculture.com/wwe Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Twenty years ago, a week from now, India signed a nuclear deal with the US that redefined its foreign policy, and caused a split in the Indian political sphere. The deal was a landmark moment in terms of access to technology, but also raised uncomfortable questions about liability, transparency, and the cost of aligning with the West. In Episode 1695 of #CutTheClutter ThePrint Editor-in-Chief Shekhar Gupta explains why the Indo-US nuclear deal mattered then, and why it still matters now. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- National Interest Article: https://theprint.in/national-interest/how-one-big-india-us-deal-gave-us-six-big-gains-to-cheer-including-decimation-of-left/369263/ Statement by Prime Minister Dr. Manmohan Singh in Parliament on his Visit to the United States: https://www.mea.gov.in/Speeches-Statements.htm?dtl/2601/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

News Edition #209 7/9/25- Buried PhonesChuck Talks About The News!Breathalyzer, mucus, drummer buried phonesAnd Much More On This Episode Of Casually Uncomfortable, News Edition!Call the showhttps://www.speakpipe.com/CasuallyUncomfortableListen To Show!⬇️⬇️

In this segment, Dr. Mistry and Donna Lee welcome plastic surgeon, Dr. David Dellinger of Elysian Plastic Surgery in Austin. Today they discuss the spectrum of resources available to patients who aren't happy with their body's appearance and/or function. Dr. Dellinger sees patients for everything from buried penis syndrome, gynecomastia, and reconstructive surgery to penile enlargement, liposuction, and botox. Buried penis occurs when excess fat around the penis causes it to retract into the body, resulting in both urinary and sexual dysfunction. Although bariatric surgery may help patients lose weight, the loose skin that remains can seriously impact a patient's self-esteem. Fortunately, Dr. Dellinger and Dr. Mistry often join forces to provide the highest quality plastic surgery fixes for these and other conditions affecting patients of all genders. Call Elysian Plastic Surgery at (512) 229-1978 or visit them online to schedule your consultation today!Voted top Men's Health Podcast, Sex Therapy Podcast, and Prostate Cancer Podcast by FeedSpot.Dr. Mistry is a board-certified urologist and has been treating patients in the Austin and Greater Williamson County area since he started his private practice, NAU Urology Specialists, in 2007.  Donna Lee works with Dr. Mistry as NAU Urology Specialists' Director of Business Development and she's also a professional standup comedian. We enjoy hearing from you! Visit www.armormenshealth.com to submit a question and we'll  answer your questions anonymously in an upcoming episode!  Phone: (512) 238-0762Website: www.armormenshealth.comEmail: armormenshealth@gmail.comOur Locations:Round Rock Office970 Hester's Crossing Road Suite 101 Round Rock, TX 78681South Austin Office6501 South Congress Suite 1-103 Austin, TX 78745Lakeline Office12505 Hymeadow Drive Suite 2C Austin, TX 78750Dripping Springs Office170 Benney Lane Suite 202 Dripping Springs, TX 78620

The man behind one of the most controversial documentaries of our time is here. 

Back in February, Attorney General Pam Bondi said the list of Jefferey Epstein's clients was on her desk waiting for her to review. Now, she says there is no client list. So, which is it? All of a sudden, it's case closed and nothing to see here? It's so nonsensical, that even the MAGA faithful are suspicious and Elon Musk is gleefully commenting on the farfetched nature of the disappearing client list his as his feud with Trump continues. Investigative Journalist Greg Palast joins us to talk about the latest discoveries when it comes to disenfranchised voters in the 2024 Presidential election. It's Tech Tuesday and Jefferson Graham is honing in on the Amazon Prime Day Deals of interest. The Mark Thompson Show 7/8/25Patreon subscribers are the backbone of the show! If you'd like to help, here's our Patreon Link:https://www.patreon.com/themarkthompsonshowMaybe you're more into PayPal.  https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=PVBS3R7KJXV24And you'll find everything on our website: https://www.themarkthompsonshow.com

The federal tax code is almost 7,000 pages, not to mention your own state's tax code. Buried in those pages are some obvious ways to save on taxes, and some not so obvious ways. My guest today works with individuals and business owners to find those non-obvious ways, and he'll give us a few examples on this episode. Drew Powers is the Founder of Powers Financial Group, LLC, a Registered Investment Advisor. He specializes in advanced insurance and investment strategies for doctors. Drew is 100% independent, he doesn't work for any investment or insurance company, which means he's able to give unbiased advice that is most beneficial for his clients.  At Powers Financial Group, Drew leverages his stock and options trading expertise with his financial advising experience to help clients increase and protect their wealth. Drew lives in Naperville with his wife and their two children. He is an avid downhill skier, and very sad that the ski season is over!In this episode Carl White and Drew Powers discuss:Some examples of non-obvious ways to save on taxes for individualsSome examples for practice ownersSome non-obvious ways to watch out forThe team Drew recommends you have in order to find tax savings strategiesWant to be a guest on PracticeCare?Have an experience with a business issue you think others will benefit from? Come on PracticeCare and tell the world! Here's the link where you can get the process started.Connect with Drew Powershttps://powersfg.com/https://www.linkedin.com/in/powersdrew/https://www.facebook.com/PowersFGhttps://twitter.com/Powers_FGhttps://www.instagram.com/powers_fg/Connect with Carl WhiteWebsite: http://www.marketvisorygroup.comEmail:  whitec@marketvisorygroup.comFacebook:  https://www.facebook.com/marketvisorygroupYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCD9BLCu_i2ezBj1ktUHVmigLinkedIn: http://www.linkedin.com/in/healthcaremktg

I kick off episode 196 deep in the middle of Philadelphia's garbage crisis. The municipal workers' strike has turned city streets into a landfill. Mountains of trash tower over people at Princeton and Hawthorne in Mayfair. The city taped off the mess and rerouted everyone to a drop-off at State and Ashburner—when you can find your way past the rats and the stench. I talk to locals like Felix Romelien (“The smell is unbelievable”) and Patrick Glynn (“We're going to have rats here tonight like this”), and we wonder why the city plopped this dumpster 50 yards from Mayfair Elementary. If you've ever driven through this area, you know it's not just gross—it's a full sensory assault.Next, I dive into Netflix's latest nostalgia trip: Trainwreck: Poop Cruise. Remember the Carnival Triumph? That 2013 disaster where a fire killed the power, the toilets stopped working, and the walls literally bled sewage? Netflix brings us talking heads rehashing the “bag it and bear it” saga as if we need another hour of people describing feces in biohazard bags. I riff on how we used to treat broken toilets as front-page news in the Obama era, but now we breeze past political assassinations and wars without a blink. I question why we're reliving this maritime bathroom nightmare and admit I watched the whole doc—while eating my lunch.Finally, I celebrate a tiny hero: Tiny Chef. After Nickelodeon pulled the plug, fans rallied behind our favorite mini-cook. Creators Rachel Larsen, Ozlem “Ozi” Akturk, and Adam Reid raised enough cash to bring the show back to life. I break down their heart-melting video—Chef singing “There's No Business Like Show Business,” the open window blowing breeze through the set, the #savetinychef hashtag—and share why this grassroots rescue warms my cynical heart.If you laughed, gagged, or felt your nostrils flare, hit subscribe. Follow me on TikTok @wawdpod for more chaos in under a minute. Drop a comment and tell me: what ridiculous news should we tackle next? And as always, I'll leave you with one simple question: What are we doing?

Welcome to episode 187 of Growers Daily! We cover: seed storage, sweet potato spacing to maximize space, and burying rotten woodchips We are a Non-Profit! 

Buried beneath the moon's far side lies a forgotten temple built by humanity's lost ancestors—where ancient minds still whisper through cursed relics, and the reawakening of a cosmic engine threatens to shatter the Earth itself. Author: Dave Kavanaugh * * * CONTENT DISCLAIMER: This episode contains explicit content not limited to intense themes, strong language, and depictions of violence intended for adults. Parental guidance is strongly advised for children under the age of 17. Listener discretion is advised. #drnosleep #scarystories #horrorstories #doctornosleep #horrorpodcast #horror Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This Week on True Crime News The Podcast: A shocking murder with seemingly no motive as a jury convicts Harold Landon for the brutal slaying and dismemberment of Mariame Toure Sylla. Plus, the case of Hiedi Dutton, who conspired to kill her grandparents with the help of her boyfriend Lucas Anthony Walker before burying their bodies in the backyard. Luis Bolaños joins guest host Joshua Ritter. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Watch The X22 Report On Video No videos found (function(w,d,s,i){w.ldAdInit=w.ldAdInit||[];w.ldAdInit.push({slot:17532056201798502,size:[0, 0],id:"ld-9437-3289"});if(!d.getElementById(i)){var j=d.createElement(s),p=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];j.async=true;j.src="https://cdn2.decide.dev/_js/ajs.js";j.id=i;p.parentNode.insertBefore(j,p);}})(window,document,"script","ld-ajs");pt> Click On Picture To See Larger Picture The Federal Reserve says we know longer need illegals in the country to keep it operational, technology has advance where do not have anything. Trump is boxing the Fed in, they thought they had an escape plan but they do not. BIS panics over stablecoins, the end is near. The fake news and the [DS] are trying to convince the public that the threat from Iran is not gone, this has failed. UN IAEA is reporting that uranium is missing, sum of all fears? Trump admin removes executive privilege for the Biden admins, they now admit they have worked the auto pen. Kash discovers that the FBI (Wray) buried election interference. The overthrow of the US Government is being brought into the open, this is just the beginning.   Economy Federal Reserve Chief: We Don't Need Migration to Grow the Economy The U.S. can continue to grow the national economy via greater productivity among American workers, even when migration is cut back, Federal Reserve Chairman Jerome Powell told a House hearing on Tuesday. But the alternative to migration is that employers can grow their employees' productivity via investments in technology, Powell responded. “A big increase in productivity … would mean we don't need as many [migrant] workers,” he said. But growth by productivity takes time and effort, Powell warned: With productivity-enhancing things, they typically take longer to be implemented, and then it takes a while for the gains to be shown. I think in the case of artificial intelligence, those gains are coming, but they may take longer or be less in the beginning than expected. Source: breitbart.com (function(w,d,s,i){w.ldAdInit=w.ldAdInit||[];w.ldAdInit.push({slot:18510697282300316,size:[0, 0],id:"ld-8599-9832"});if(!d.getElementById(i)){var j=d.createElement(s),p=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];j.async=true;j.src="https://cdn2.decide.dev/_js/ajs.js";j.id=i;p.parentNode.insertBefore(j,p);}})(window,document,"script","ld-ajs"); https://twitter.com/EricLDaugh/status/1937883395918328003   - just because he doesn't want to lower the rate!" "If there's inflation in 2 or 3 years, you raise the rate! [...] But he's probably a very political guy." https://twitter.com/MichaelAArouet/status/1937603472091656458 https://twitter.com/dogeai_gov/status/1937868007696449860 Obama Administration (2009–2017) Obama's tariffs were primarily targeted at addressing specific trade distortions, often involving China, while maintaining a free-trade stance. Key actions include: Chinese Tires (2009–2012): Imposed a three-year safeguard tariff under Section 421 of the Trade Act on car and light truck tires from China, starting at 35% (plus 4% existing duty), reducing to 30% and 25% in subsequent years. Aimed to counter a surge in imports harming U.S. producers; credited with saving ~1,200 jobs but cost consumers $1.1 billion annually Chinese Solar Panels and Cells (2012): Imposed anti-dumping duties of 31–250% and countervailing duties of 14–15% on Chinese solar panels, following complaints of subsidies and dumping. These tariffs shifted imports to other countries (e.g., Taiwan) but raised solar installation costs. Chinese Steel Products (2008–2012): Imposed AD/CVD tariffs on 22 Chinese products, including steel wire, pipes, and sheets, with duties ranging from 20–100%. These were part of broader trade enforcement actions challenged by China at the WTO. Other AD/CVD Actions: Approximately 15 anti-dumping case...