Podcasts about Charlemagne

Il tamburino di sabato 22 novembre, la rassegna sulla vita culturale di Roma. Al microfono Leonardo Zaccone, poeta, performer e musicologo. Oggi la manifestazione NonUnaDiMeno. Una riflessione sulla cultura del patriarcato come emerge anche dal bellissimo progetto MUPA ad Album Arte fino a martedì.SENZA FINE: un saluto a Ornella Vanoni.XXIV edizione del Rome Indipendent Film FestivalNasce USCITA, festival diffuso in varie librerie per tutta Roma, organizzato da NERO Editions come risposta a PiùLibriPiùLiberiSerpentine di Ludovica Manzo, a Liminal infoSveja è un progetto indipendente sostenuto da Periferiacapitale, il programma per Roma della fondazione Charlemagne.

Buongiorno a tutte, tutti e tuttu!La rassegna stampa di oggi, giovedì 20 novembre è a cura di Cecilia Ferrara. DOVE ASCOLTARLA: Spotify , Apple Podcast , Spreaker, Audible e naturalmente sul nostro sito .Su Repubblica si parla della scomparsa delle botteghe artigiane e dei caffè storici dal centro di Roma, mentre il Corriere magnifica la prolificazione di Stelle Michelin nella capitale.Intanto sempre su Repubblica si legge di un nuovo metodo usato per testare, e licenziare, i dipendenti dei supermercati: ispettori che si fingono clienti infedili. I sindacati chiedono il ritiro dei licenziamenti o è sciopero.I trucchetti della sanità di Rocca, che dice di aver abbattuto le liste d'attesa ma solo se accetti di andare a chilometri da dove abiti per un esame. Ne parla il Messaggero con replica di una consigliera PD sul Fatto quotidiano.Apre al Flaminio il Museo del Patriarcato: siamo nel 2148 e si ricorda come la violenza di genere veniva minimizzata nel 2025. Foto di Luca Dammicco.Sveja è un progetto sostenuto da Periferiacapitale, il programma per Roma della fondazione Charlemagne. Ringraziamo inoltre l'associazione A Sud che ci mette a disposizione i propri spazi per le riunioni di redazione.La sigla di Sveja è di Mattia CarratelloVuoi sostenerci con una piccola donazione? Ora basta un click!  

Charlemagne vs. Roland Martin. Joe Budden vs. Native Land. The Common Man vs. The Black Intellectual. Nobody wins when the family feuds.If you want to join us on an episode? Drop a topic you'd like to discuss with the hashtag #TalkMyIsh in the comments. If you are chosen, you must be ready to be on the podcast. Don't be scuured!!Become a Habitual Ish Talker and follow us on The App Formally Known As Twitter: twitter.com/TalkinIsh_PodJoin in on the conversation! E-Mail us at ⁠talkinishpod@gmail.com⁠Listen to the audio version: https://linktr.ee/TalkinIshPod

Buongiorno a tutte, tutti e tuttu!La rassegna stampa di oggi, mercoledì 19 novembre è a cura di Lorenzo BoffaDOVE ASCOLTARLA: Spotify , Apple Podcast , Spreaker e naturalmente sul nostro sito www.sveja.it Su Dinamopress un approfondimento sulle criticità del progetto di riqualificazione degli ex mercati generali a Ostiense: tra speculazione e sostegno all'economia di genocidioSu Romatoday la protesta a Villa Gordiani impedisce l'assegnazione di una casa popolare a una famiglia Rom (“ma non siamo razzisti”), mentre il Tempo riporta, senza problematizzarlo, un uso strumentale dei dati che collegano criminalità e immigrazioneSul Corriere della Sera, una lunga paginata sul convegno sulla sicurezza cui hanno partecipato le principali cariche della gestione dell'ordine pubblico romano: dati, nuove misure sui mezzi pubblici e progetti per il futuroFoto della pagina  Ex Mercati Generali – BASTA Speculazione Sveja è un progetto sostenuto da Periferiacapitale, il programma per Roma della fondazione Charlemagne. Ringraziamo inoltre l'associazione A Sud che ci mette a disposizione i propri spazi per le riunioni di redazione.La sigla di Sveja è di Mattia CarratelloVuoi sostenerci con una piccola donazione? Ora basta un click!  La rassegna stampa torna domani

Rome began as a pagan, Latin-speaking city state in central Italy during the early Iron Age and ended as a Christian, Greek-speaking empire as the age of gunpowder dawned. Everything about it changed, except its Roman identity. This was due to a unique willingness among Romans to include new people as citizens, an openness to new ideas, and an unparalleled adaptability that enabled Romans to remake every aspect of their society in ways that made it stronger and more resilient. Romans, who believed that their city was originally settled by exiles and captives, found a balance between the embrace of new people and ideas and a conservative attachment to the core features that had traditionally defined Roman society. Roman history is a story of 80 generations of Romans who deftly challenged the rules governing their lives—and usually did so without overturning the institutions that made them safe and prosperous. In an age when people around the world are increasingly looking to charismatic leaders promising to scrap the rules governing modern states, Rome shows why states that want to endure should be repelled by the sudden, unpredictable jolts such characters provide. To explore this topic with us is today’s guest, Edward J. Watts, author of “The Romans: A 2000-Year History.” Rather than collapse, Watts shows how Rome endured, evolved, and redefined itself for two thousand years—from the Punic Wars to the Crusades, and from Augustus to Constantine to Charlemagne.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Reactions after the feud between The Breakfast Club's Charlemagne tha God and Roland Martin after Charlemagne's critique of Democrats' government shutdown strategy and how political attitudes have changed over the generations.

Tristan Hughes invites Matt Lewis, host The Ancients's sister podcast Gone Medieval, for a lively debate with about the blurred boundary between the ancient and medieval worlds. Can Tristan champion Roman Emperor Justinian as an Ancient? What about Charlemagne? Which period can lay claim to the worst year in history? And was there a single moment when people woke up and realised they'd entered a new era?Watch this episode on our NEW YouTube channel: @TheAncientsPodcastMORE:541 AD: The Worst Year in HistoryListen on AppleListen on SpotifyThe Fall of Rome: OriginsListen on AppleListen on SpotifyPresented by Tristan Hughes. Audio editors are Rob Weinberg and Aidan Lonergan, the producer is Joseph Knight. The senior producer is Anne-Marie Luff.All music courtesy of Epidemic SoundsThe Ancients is a History Hit podcast.Sign up to History Hit for hundreds of hours of original documentaries, with a new release every week. Sign up at https://www.historyhit.com/subscribe. You can take part in our listener survey here: https://insights.historyhit.com/history-hit-podcast-always-on Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Meteo e immigrazione: se ne parla tanto, ma si fa troppo poco.Ogni giorno questi temi riempiono le conversazioni, ma spesso restano in superficie, dominati da emozioni e paure. L'immigrazione è diventata una lente attraverso cui osserviamo la società: sempre emergenza, sempre minaccia. Ma la realtà è ben diversa.In Italia vivono stabilmente oltre 5 milioni di persone straniere: lavorano, studiano, pagano contributi, costruiscono futuro. Eppure, le difficoltà burocratiche, la mancanza di canali regolari, i muri amministrativi continuano a ostacolare la loro vita e a nutrire diffidenza.Serve una svolta. Serve governare l'immigrazione con visione, responsabilità e pragmatismo. Basta con la “strategia dell'emozione”. Iniziamo a parlare di immigrazione come si parla di una parte essenziale del futuro del Paese. Perché lo è.                                                                                         El Dorado è una rubrica di Sveja, un progetto di comunicazione indipendente con il sostegno di Periferiacapitale, il programma per Roma della fondazione Charlemagne.

Il tamburino di sabato 15 novembre, la rassegna sulla vita culturale di Roma. Al microfono Leonardo Zaccone, poeta, performer e musicologo.  Salviamo Casa Serafini dallo sfratto! La casa museo dell'architetto designer autore del Codex Seraphinianum è a rischio scomparsa, la petizione di Open City Roma FIRMA QUIApre il Museo del Patriarcato su iniziativa di ActionAid, una mostra e 5 giorni di talk e riflessioni su un tema necessario per la nostra società. Ad AlbumArte dal 20 al 25 novembrelink al programmaTorna Arte in Nuvola, l'arte contemporanea alla nuvola di Fuksas dal 21 al 23 novembreIl programmaChiude RomaEuropaFestival con una domenica dedicata alla musica elettronica di Ikeda e di K&DSveja è un progetto indipendente sostenuto da Periferiacapitale, il programma per Roma della fondazione Charlemagne.

Matt Lewis pays a visit to Gone Medieval's sister podcast The Ancients for a lively debate with Tristan Hughes about the blurred boundary between the ancient and medieval worlds. Can Tristan champion Roman Emperor Justinian as an Ancient? What about Charlemagne? Which period can lay claim to the worst year in history? And was there a single moment when people woke up and realised they'd entered a new era?Watch this episode on The Ancients YouTube channelMOREWhy the Early Middle Ages MatterListen on AppleListen on SpotifyWhat are the High Middle Ages?Listen on AppleListen on SpotifyGone Medieval is presented by Matt Lewis. This episode edited by Rob Weinberg. The producers are Rob Weinberg and Joseph Knight. The senior producer is Anne-Marie Luff.All music used is courtesy of Epidemic Sounds.Gone Medieval is a History Hit podcast.Sign up to History Hit for hundreds of hours of original documentaries, with a new release every week. Sign up at https://www.historyhit.com/subscribe. You can take part in our listener survey here: https://insights.historyhit.com/history-hit-podcast-always-on Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Buongiorno a tutte, tutti! La rassegna stampa di oggi, giovedi 13 novembre è a cura di Sara Bruno DOVE ASCOLTARLA: Spotify, Apple Podcast, Spreaker e naturalmente sul nostro sito www.sveja.it• Repubblica presenta il nuovo rapporto Caritas su povertà e disuguaglianze nella Capitale• Sempre su Repubblica, le 10 proposte della CGIL per affrontare l'emergenza sociale a Roma• Il Messaggero racconta il piano casa con le nuove disposizioni su verde, edilizia e servizi sociali• Da Il Messaggero: a Piazzale Clodio partono i lavori per mitigare l'isola di calore — nello stesso articolo, il racconto problematico degli “zingari dalla collina”• Sul Corriere della Sera: richieste di risarcimento per rumore e polveri sottili nei quartieri più esposti• Ancora Messaggero: topi a scuola e mensa con cibo scaduto a Pietralata, monta la protesta dei genitori• Il pestaggio di Cicalone, lo youtuber che si occupa di borseggiatori: la vicenda è su diverse testate Sveja è un progetto sostenuto da Periferiacapitale, il programma per Roma della fondazione Charlemagne. Ringraziamo inoltre l'associazione A Sud che ci mette a disposizione i propri spazi per le riunioni di redazione. La sigla di Sveja è di Mattia Carratello La rassegna stampa torna domani con una nuova voce! Se vuoi, posso prepararti anche una versione template già formattata da riutilizzare ogni giorno.

The Time Riders: Part 4 A daring attempt to rescue Becky from Cardinal Richelieu. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. “Your Becky sounds like a very strong woman." Lady Alexandra reflected when Mark told of their conflicts in the time journey to old France. "Actually," Mark said, blushing again. "She reminds me of you, or you remind me of her. You actually look quite a bit alike." She smiled sweetly and reached forward to touch his knee. "High praise for me indeed, then. Am I right in assuming that she speaks French since you do not?" Mark nodded. "Then she should be safe inside the Louvre, which is where my mistress the queen is currently staying," Alexandra concluded. "So his Eminence is playing another little game, to make my mistress feel bad by bringing beautiful women into her service? We shall see to this, Mark, I promise you." "Thanks," he said. "I really, really appreciate this. You have no idea." "She must be very special to you." Alexandra said slyly. "Well, we're not in love, or anything," he said hastily, wishing he didn't have to keep explaining this. "But yeah, I guess you could say we're fond of one another, and she's the only person I time travel with." "Were I you," Alexandra said, sitting back now and taking another sip of one while crossing one leg over the other. "I would try to keep it that way. It has been explained to me, and it seems perfectly logical, that things just get more complicated when you involve other people or try to do too many things?" "You don't look at all like you're from this time," Mark admitted. "Are you actually from the Sun King's France?" She nodded. "That I am, to a noble family of ancient lineage, going even back to the reign of Charlemagne. But in service to my queen, I take very good care of myself and am in the peak of health." "No kidding," Mark breathed, earning a smirk from Alexandra. "Chester said you're good with a sword?" She shrugged in a non-committal manner. "Suffice to say that I am not afraid to take on Les Troi Inseparables." Mark assumed that she meant Athos, Porthos and Aramis. "D'Artagnan too?" She laughed, a beautiful, crystalline sound. "Aye, even the irascible Gascon. Nor do I cringe before the Duke of Buckingham, who is said to be the greatest swordsman in Christendom, barring possibly my brother." "No recognition for you?" She shook her head. "I dare not, my service to the queen would be compromised. I am not driven by fame, Mark, but devotion and duty. Secrecy is all that allows me to continue in my task." "You're like Wonder Woman." Mark laughed. She looked at him and tilted her head. "Comment?" "A fictional heroine from my own time," he said, waving it off. "She's powerful, she's brilliant, she can fight, she can fly, she's compassionate. They've been writing and drawing stories about her for about seventy years now." "It sounds fun," she sighed. "But I do not wish to be ensnared in these time troubles, and I do everything I can to avoid them. The less I know, the better. Protecting my queen is enough." He nodded. "I promise to try and not add to your troubles in this, and I'm sorry." "You needn't be," she said easily, draining her glass. "The debt I owe Chester for this is many years old, I am surprised that he has not called it in before now, to be honest. How long has Becky been at the Louvre?" Mark thought about that. "Uh; a week to get to the palace from where we were; then three weeks; and then it took me a week to get here, so best guess is four weeks." Alexandra nodded and considered. "The initial intense scrutiny she would have been under will be relaxing after a month. They are no doubt still training her, but she sounds very bright, so they will be eager to move her into the court." Mark nodded. "Alright, what do we do? Run in with pistols blazing and swords unsheathed?" She paused in her ruminations and looked at him for a moment before shaking her head slowly, saying nothing. She poured herself another glass of wine and nocked it back before sighing and returning to her thoughts. "Uh, may I ask a question?" Mark said somewhat meekly. Alexandra looked at him and waited. "If; you're one of the queen's ladies-in-waiting," Mark said somewhat awkwardly. "Shouldn't you have at least seen or have heard of Becky by now? I gotta admit, she's like you, she's really hard to miss." The French woman smiled prettily. "I have been away some two months now on a delicate errand for my queen, one that took me south to Spain." "Pretending I was from Spain got me shot." Mark grumbled. Alexandra raised her eyebrows. "Ah, tu hablas español?" "Nope," Mark said, holding up his hands. "Not goin' through this again. So, what do we do, Miss; uh, Miss;” "Just call me Alexandra, cher," she said easily. "And if we become friends, you may call me Alexa." He nodded. "Okay, Alexandra. What is our plan?" "I shall think on that," she replied. "We will not be doing anything until at least tomorrow, I assure you. I only returned this morning and even the queen does not know I am back yet. That being said, you will be my guest here in my private apartments." "Uh, okay," he said. "That doesn't sound too bad, I guess." "It is convenient, for one thing, but another is perhaps a bit more personal and selfish on my part," Alexandra added. "Be honest with me, Mark." "Okay." "Would your Becky be hurt or jealous if you and I were to fuck?" she asked plainly. Mark thought about that for a moment and then shook his head. "She'd probably think there was something wrong with me if I didn't; to be honest. Besides, if she thinks I'm dead, what's the harm?" "Bien," the woman stated, nodding and standing. "Tonight, you and I shall, oh, what is that English saying; ride below the crupper." "Never heard that, but I'm in," he said, chuckling. "And do not worry, unlike most people of this day and age, I bathe daily, so you should not find my closeness offensive." Alexandra added. "I'm pretty sure you could smell like a federal stimulus pork bill and I wouldn't notice," he laughed. "Don't you have quarters at the Louvre?" She nodded. "Oui, but my mistress allows me to stay here when possible, since I am closer to the people of Paris this way. I can look out my window, see them and remind myself of my duty to them." "You're pretty complicated for a noblewoman." Mark admitted. "History doesn't think much of your class of people." "A deserved indictment, no doubt," she sighed. "Alors, I did not keep you here to bore you with such ephemera, I intend to pleasure you before making you risk your life again in the days ahead." The French Art of Feminine Disrobing. He watched from his chair as she slowly turned around and began the French art of feminine disrobing. She began by removing the rather poufy blouse she was wearing, revealing her shapely back. She was beautiful, but now he could see the lines of athleticism in her shoulders and torso, and still somehow with the affectation of being delicate and womanly. Alexandra then lifted one leg and removed her short boot deftly, then reversed her pose as she removed the other boot. Her feet were surprisingly dainty, but they seemed to be planted firmly on the floor. Undoing the tie of her breeches, she wiggled them down over her lovely hips, exposing her incredible behind. She bent over to push the article of clothing down the rest of her statuesque legs and in spite of the dim light, he could almost see her cunt just below those temping cheeks. She stood up straight and stepped elegantly out of the pool of her breeches, putting her hands over her bust as she turned her head to smile at him coyly. As he watched, she slowly came around so she was facing him now. If Mark's jaw could have literally fallen off, it would have. In the flickering candlelight, she was bewitching to behold. Her skin was creamy and flawless, fair and yearning to be kissed. Her womanly hips carried strength, melting into her glorious legs. Her snatch was hairless, something he didn't associate at all with the period; especially the French. "So, do you like what you see?" she purred, enjoying his reaction. He nodded dumbly and she allowed her hands to fall away from her tits, revealing them. Large and perfectly shaped, sitting high no doubt because of her strong back and shoulders, and crowned with small, pink nipples that made his mouth water. "Now perhaps it is time for you to show me the man I will enjoy?" Alexandra said softly, smiling. "Stand up and let me see you, Mark." He couldn't do a thing about his hard-on, so he didn't even bother trying to conceal it. Still sitting, he removed his boots and socks before standing. Without any of the grace displayed by his anticipated new lover, Mark fumbled off his shirt, revealing his chest. He wasn't overly muscular, of course, but he had more than enough tone and definition because of the sports he'd played. She smiled and just watched quietly. He undid the tie of his breeches and bent over to pull them off. When he stood back up, his cock sprang to full attention, wobbling in front of him slightly. Alexandra nodded, apparently in approval. "Men of days to come seem to be gifted." Alexandra stated in a sultry voice as she stepped forward, moving toward him. “Or, perhaps today, for you; my dear Alexandra?” Mark flirted in a manner even he found uncharacteristically competent. He could feel his heart thundering in his chest as the blonde goddess stepped closer and closer to him. She was then standing directly in front of him, her glorious pelvic mound almost touching the tip of his pulsing erection. He thought he might cum right on the spot. Her elegant hand slowly reached out to take hold of his turgid shaft, the fingers wrapping around gently and giving him the lightest of squeezes. "And now," she said in a whisper. "We shall' The lock on the door clunked before it flew open and in stepped a young woman with wavy dark hair and eyes, apparently not noticing the activity within. "I am back, mistress," the girl chirped as she shut the door and locked it again. She seemed cheerful and energetic, her green dress twirling about her prettily. "I bought some wine and also the soap packets that you; oh! My apologies, mistress, I did not know you were busy!" "Do not worry, Lisette," Alexandra said easily, clearly not at all surprised to see the girl while Mark just gaped. Her hand was still on his cock and stroking gently as she acknowledged the newcomer. "You're just in time to share dessert with me;” Cirrhosis Of The Louvre Mark blinked as he stared at the young woman who had just sauntered in. About his age, she was rather short, but cute in a quirky kind of way, with wavy dark hair that reached her jawline and cheerful brown eyes, over which she wore small round spectacles. Her green dress looked like elegant and well-maintained peasant wear. She seemed rather surprised to see him as well. "A new playmate, mistress?" she asked in French, clearly not surprised to see Lady Alexandra naked on her knees and stroking Mark's cock. "For now," Alexandra said easily, smiling at her servant. "He actually is an associate of Monsieur Edgeworth and needs our help." "Oh, not that pain-in-the-ass again," muttered the girl named Lisette as she walked into the dimly-lit room, clearly put off by the mention of Chester Edgeworth. Her accent was distinctly different from Lady Alexandra's, more coarse and unsophisticated, even to Mark's untrained ears. His translator device was having trouble keeping up. "Like our lives are not difficult enough." "Perhaps, but we have time for some fun, I am happy to say." Alexandra pointed out, not at all bothered by her servant's mutterings. "You will be delighted to know that in helping this young man, we will be putting the spurs to the Red Duke." "Well, there's that at least," Lisette admitted, dropping the linen bags she had been carrying and coming toward them, beginning to shed her dress and underthings without batting an eye. "This one is tall, Mistress. And he has a blank expression about him. English? A colonial?" "Close enough, my love," Alexandra giggled, watching as her beloved servant removed the last vestiges of her modesty, standing naked before them now, except for her spectacles. Her tits were small, her figure trim, but rounded in a youthful way; and devoid of fat excess fat, but not skinny. Living and fighting alongside her Mistress meant Lisette had no time for being indolent. She was probably also the best marksman outside of the Sun King's army with a caliver. "He is indeed from the colonies." "And probably from some other time, if he's involved with Edgeworth, but I have learned not to care," the brunette sighed as she joined Alexandra in kneeling in front of Mark. "Very well, let's fuck this one, before he gets killed, or unavailable like the others." "Wait, what?" Mark asked, his eyes widening and his erection threatening to retreat into his abdomen and his translator bud did its job. "Ignore her," Alexandra said easily, smirking at her companion. "She is just being salty about a boy she liked to fuck down at the market, no longer being available." "He die of dysentery or something?" Mark asked. Alexandra shrugged. "No, he got married." "I'm still going to fuck him the next time I see him;” Lisette said sullenly. "Oh, sorry," Mark said, somewhat embarrassed. "I guess I'm in the habit of assuming that you're the only person in this time I'm ever gonna meet who isn't riddled with a pox or sexual disease." "A fair assumption, my friend;” the blonde woman cooed as she began kissing along the length of his veiny, rippled shaft and making him shiver. The fireplace kept the room warm and also gave it an amber glow that was so comforting and conducive to their current activities. Lisette nestled in closer, smiling and fondling his sac gently while watching her mistress pleasure their new plaything. "He is large, Mistress," she mused, smiling slyly. "Nearly the size of Buckingham, I think." "Umm, the men of days to come do indeed seem to be gifted," Alexandra murmured as she tilted his hard cock up and traced the tip of her tongue along the vein on the underside. "Mark here is no exception, it would seem." Lisette's surprisingly well-kept fingernails grazed along his thighs while she edged inward, wanting to be closer to her mistress. Alexandra now swirled her tongue around his throbbing head before putting it inside her warm, wet mouth. She opened her eyes and looked up at him before slowly sliding in his length in one slow, steady motion. Mark shuddered in pleasure, feeling her tongue swirling around his length, even as she kept her mouth on him. His fingers found their way into her lush, golden hair, kneading at her scalp, and steadying himself while she began to bob back and forth expertly. In the back of his mind, he realized that she was as good as any girl from his own time at sucking cock. He shouldn't have been surprised, but sex seemed to be the one human endeavor that didn't really progress as time moved forward. People were either good at it, or weren't, and the best techniques had probably been around for thousands of years, needing no refinement. Alexandra was living proof of that theory. Lisette moved in and began kissing her mistress' neck and collarbone, her hands now wondering and caressing the noblewoman's body with a practiced ease. Alexandra continued to suck on Mark's cock readily, not at all distracted by her servant's touch, but rather excited by it. She squirmed as her cunt grew moist, yearning to feel this man's tool inside her. Alexandra's strong lips held his glans and her tongue rolled around his purple tip. Lisette's mouth now joined Alexandra's in sliding up and down the sided of his length before they kissed around his cock tip, tongues flickering and sliding wetly as they moaned. His hands were on the back of their heads and he shivered again, lost in the unreal sensations. He felt the brunette girl take over sucking on him, while her blonde mistress nipped at the skin of his waist. "Umm, he has a big tool, mistress," purred Lisette before bobbing along his shaft again. "A pity he will not be available to us regularly." "I think my friend is pleased with you, Mark," Alexandra said, smiling up at him slyly. "Do you wish to fuck us both?" "That; sounds great;” he grunted, closing his eyes and concentrating on not cumming so damn quickly. These two were a wicked tag team. "But what if one of you;” "Fear not, cher, we will not," Alexandra assured him. "I am classically trained, including in Roman medicines and can prevent unexpected complications from arising. Or our bellies." Mark didn't know exactly what 'Roman medicines' had to do with contraception, but she was the expert in this time, so he'd take her word for it. From what he'd read, the alternative in this era was a condom made of linen, which wasn't even meant to prevent pregnancy so much as inhibit pleasure. Hell with that. "Are you any good with that tongue, man of the New World?" she asked now, smiling at him wickedly. "Becky seemed to think so." Mark replied, trembling as he fought to hold on. He would welcome a chance to lick cunt if it would keep him from embarrassing himself before he had properly fucked either of them. "Then Lisette will continue to see you your needs down below, while I become acquainted with your face." Alexandra breathed. Mark sighed as Lisette stopped sucking on his cock long enough to retrieve several large, plush pillows and lay them on the floor near the fireplace. He was almost in a daze as the blonde noblewoman led him to the scarlet and gold oreillers, plump with down and feathers, and then rested him on top of them. Without more ado, she nestled over his face, looking down his body, allowing him to examine her while Lisette knelt between his legs and resumed wrapping her lips around his cock loudly. He marveled at her shining, slippery cunt, so tempting in the flickering orange light of the hearth. He had now fucked a few French girls in this time period, along with Becky, and they were all completely natural, often unusually hairy between their legs. This glorious woman, however, kept her twat completely smooth, a total aberration from the norm. Lisette was almost shaven clean, which he could only assume was at her mistress' behest. He could see Alexandra's tiny, pink clit just peeking out from under its hood, begging for attention. The wet, exquisite heat of Lisette's mouth made his belly groan. He pulled the blonde down onto his waiting mouth, needing to distract himself. His tongue snaked between her wet nether lips and inside her. Alexandra sighed shamelessly and squirmed on his mouth while fondling her opulent tits. His fingers gripped her thighs tightly, flexing into her delicate flesh. She was not kidding about taking care of herself compared to her contemporaries. Her scent and her taste reminded him of Becky more than anything. He pushed his tongue deeper inside her, massaging her walls and core and making her gasp and shudder in delight. She pulled at her nipples as she rocked back on forth on Mark's mouth, enthralled by how skilled he was proving to be at pleasuring her orally. He was quite possibly as good as Lisette, which was no small feat in her opinion. Her calves pressed in around his ears, her pert derriere bumping against his face. Mark's tongue flickered inside her and he buzzed his lips on her, sending jolts through her whole body. "Mistress, he is ready for you," Lisette said, pulling her mouth off his cock and looking up at her lady while pumping her tiny hand along his shaft. "Would you like to fuck him now?" "Non, ma couer," breathed Alexandra, her body now showing a sheen of sweat. "You may fuck him first. I assure you he will bring you bliss. I am fine where I am for now." Lisette nodded and moved to straddle Mark's hips, facing her mistress. She took hold of his cock, biting her lip as she toyed it against her cuntlips and clit. Finally, she pushed down, taking the head inside herself. She sighed while Mark shuddered as he penetrated hervery tight cunt. She then groaned loudly as she sank down, taking him all the way inside herself. She was very tight and Mark made an incoherent sound into Alexandra's twat, making her gasp and shudder violently, cumming suddenly. She leaned forward and grappled onto Lisette, kissing her greedily as she came. Mark could feel her wetness soaking his face, the heady aroma enthralling him. Enveloped in a type of pleasure he had probably never experienced before, even with Becky, he simply fought to control himself, lashing Alexandra's inside with his tongue while Lisette squirmed up and down on his cock, fucking him. Her cunt flexed and clenched expertly around him. He made a guess about the blonde noblewoman above him and took hold of her ass cheeks, pulling them apart before sliding a thumb through her puckered knot. Alexandra wailed in unexpected delight at the intrusion inside her back passage, pressing down and back against his hands and face. She rocked wantonly, genuinely thankful for the meddlesome Chester Edgeworth on this occasion. Mark showed no signs of relenting in his carnal assault. Whatever courtesies men of days to come were taught about a woman's pleasure, she envied the recipients. "Uh, mistress," whimpered Lisette as she squirmed, leaning backward while pumping her cunt on his cock. Alexandra could see the burgeoning shaft splitting her servant-girl's puffy cuntlips wide, glistening now with her wet desire as she squeezed around him. "Mistress, he's going to make me cum!" "Then cum, my dearest," Alexandra cooed, eager to see her beloved Lisette in the throes of unbridled passion. "And then I shall fuck him and we can cum; all of us, non?" The mere mention of cumming with her mistress made Lisette moan loudly, gyrating on Mark's cock with wild abandon. She was fairly bouncing as the liquid heat washed through her, followed by the unreal tingles of la petit mort. She leaned forward and kissed her mistress passionately, her cunt clamping around Mark like a silken vise as she came. "And now you, mistress!" she panted as she regained control of her body, sliding off Mark's throbbing tool to make room for the blonde woman. Somewhat reluctantly, Alexandra pulled her gooey cunt away from Mark's mouth, shivering as his finger popped out of her ass. She leaned down his body sensually, leaning over to take his cock in her mouth, moaning in pleasure as she tasted Lisette's cum on his rigid staff. Her head rose back up and her mouth left his coc,k and she smiled back at him while she stroked his length. "Perhaps you could take me from behind, my friend? It has been some time since I have felt it done properly." Mark nodded and clambered up to his feet, moving around while Alexandra arranged Lisette, lying the brown-haired girl on her back. She then sank down onto her, their arms wrapping around one another and they kissed deeply and passionately, the mere sight of it driving Mark wild. They were so total in their devotion that he wondered if they were in love. Lisette then moved around deftly, so that her mouth was beneath her mistress' dripping cunt, while the blonde woman hovered over her servant, on her hands and knees. Mark stood behind Alexandra and settled onto his knees. Lisette confidently reached up and took hold of Mark's pulsing cock, guiding him closer, until he was holding Alexandra by the hips. She placed the knob of his cock against her mistress' cunt lips, teasing it up and down for a few moments. Alexandra's response was to sigh and kiss her servant's cunt lovingly, making her shiver. Mark pursed his lips as Lisette finally guided him inside the aristocrat's snatch, with a slow, steady push. Already wet and ready, Alexandra's cunt yielded before him easily, but he soon groaned as he realized that further in she was as tight, if not tighter, than her servant, who was considerably smaller in frame. Alexandra moaned into Lisette's cunt while Mark trembled at the exquisite, wet heat. Once he had sunk in right up to the hilt, he paused for several moments, adjusting to the wicked sensation. He already understood he was no match for this woman's sexual prowess, and he was thankful for her indulgence. Once he was inside her, Lisette released him and wrapped her hands around her mistress' thighs, holding them firmly while she began kissing devotedly at her cuntlips, clit. Mark's visible shaft and balls bounced upon her forhead. Clearly she intended to facilitate their mutual climax and make sure they both experienced as much pleasure as they could handle. Knowing not to wait any longer and to simply take cues from Lisette, Mark made sure he had a firm grip and began pushing back and forth inside Alexandra, using long, slow, and deliberate thrusts to begin. The blonde moaned in appreciation of his efforts. "Hmm, you are very skilled with your phallus, my friend," she sighed, smiling back at him before returning to kissing Lisette's cunt and sliding a slender finger inside her. "You do not just fuck, like so many men of this day, but you know how to make love. Your Becky is a lucky girl." "Thanks;” he managed to say, praying for endurance as he felt her rhythmically squeeze herself around him with every thrust, even while she pleasured her servant girl. This woman was a succubus. Hadn't she said she was an agent of Anne of Austria? She'd be formidable indeed. And if she was one tenth as good with a sword or pistol as she was at fucking. Alexandra giggled at his inability to speak in full sentences, resolving to go easy on him and simply enjoy herself. A small allowance, perhaps, since she was obligated to help him. She pushed back slightly until her ass cheeks met his hips and her wet cuntlips pressed against his skin, enveloping his cock entirely. Beneath her, Lisette kissed and slid her tongue all over them, lost in a dutiful reverie. She realized Mark could take guidance and instruction without words, if she made her intentions known. She made him fuck her a little faster now by not only moving back and forth, but by squeezing him inside her more quickly, a technique she had taken years to perfect, but always to advantage. Soon, he was sliding in and out of her rhythmically, almost pulling his cockhead out of her before pushing all the way back in. Given his ample length, this was a wicked delight for her; fucking his cock was even better than sitting on his long eager tongue! Lisette was not only pleasuring them, but helping to regulate their coupling, something she could now do instinctively. Her devotion to her mistress was total. If Alexandra was fucking a man, Lisette was not jealous (usually), but simply played her part in making sure everyone enjoyed the experience as much as possible. They were practiced lovers who knew one another's needs and desires completely, and Lisette now fulfilled her role in the tryst with sublime skill. Mark shuddered as he felt Lisette's fingers massaging beneath him, along his balls and even his taint. To his surprise, it served to help distract him from the unreal pleasure if being deep inside Alexandra, allowing him to last longer than he had any business hoping to. He began pushing in and out a little harder, asserting himself and making the blonde goddess moan in pleasure. Soon, Mark was slapping his hips against her ass cheeks loudly, increasing the tempo to the place where Lisette couldn't readily use her dainty fingers on him. She instead continued lapping at her mistress' clit and massaging the split lips as he fucked her. Lisette trembled as Alexandra pushed two fingers deep inside her now, finding her pleasure points with unfailing skill while she sucked on her servant's clit, moaning around it. Alexandra squirmed back against Mark lustily and onto Lisette's mouth, panting in delight. "Oui!" she gasped, gyrating her pelvis expertly, the rings of her cunt muscles rippling along Mark's throbbing cock. "Right there! So good!" Mark was finding his body trembling, the familiar tingle starting to well up within him. His thrusts were faster but less controlled now, his hips performing an almost shoving and scooping motion as he dug inside the French noblewoman. Lisette was massaging her Mistress' cunt eagerly, delighting in the mingling taste of desire on her two lovers. She watched as Mark's glistening shaft slid back and forth, pulling wetly at Alexandra's nether lips. "Gonna cum!" he grunted, stiffening, trying to hold on while making sure that was what she wanted. "Yes!" Alexandra purred, her body flushing with warmth at his words. She heard him groan and press as hard as he could against her. She obliged by pushed back against him and squeezing for all she was worth. She sighed loudly, sliding her fingers as deeply into Lisette as she could, shivering in pleasure as her orgasm blossomed through her. Her wanton cunt fluttered around Mark's cock as she felt it pulsing and spurting his pearly cum deep inside her. They heaved and ground against one another for nearly a minute until Mark sagged back on his haunches, while Alexandra slowly laid forward, his cock sliding out of her with a wet pop. She rested her tits now on top of Lisette, who busied herself by tilting her head up between her mistress' legs, kissing her cunt and then lapping at it hungrily, her tongue finding the creamy globules of Mark's cum inside her, thrilling to the tangy taste. Alexandra sighed in contentment, her eyes closed, squirming gently. Not long had passed before the dutiful girl had cleaned her mistress thoroughly, ending her task with loving kisses of devotion. Alexandra rolled gently off to the side while Lisette got on her hands and knees, moving over to between Mark's legs, He was serenely staring at the rafters and trying to catch his breath. Without waiting for any particular permission (not that any was forthcoming or needed), she took hold of his still-swollen but softening cock and laved it with her mouth, once again thrilling to the taste of his cum mixed with her mistress'. She cleaned him off readily, loving how responsive he was to her touch. Finally, Alexandra rose to her feet and came to stand beside them. She pulled Lisette to her feet and wrapped her arms around the shorter girl, kissing her deeply and lovingly. Lisette melted into her embrace, submitting completely and with reverence. The kiss finally ended, and the patrician smiled down at Mark before offering her hand to help him up. "I found Lisette in Provence maybe three years ago, trapped in a tiny chapel and being disgraced by a priest. I ran him through with my blade and took her under my wing." "Mistress has had my undying devotion and unconditional love since then." Lisette added in very thick English, the first sounds of it she had offered. The phrase sounded almost practiced or rehearsed to Mark's ears, then he realized it probably was. Alexandra had taught Lisette what to say about herself once she had initiated a beginning statement she'd recognize. It was how they protected her in English, because it demonstrated the depth to which they were devoted to one another; Alexandra would kill a man of God for Lisette, and there was nothing in creation she would not do for her mistress. "I believe it," Mark replied, nodding. "I'm glad she saved you, Lisette, and Alexandra's lucky to have you." Lisette was taken off-guard by what Mark had said once her blonde mistress had translated for her, and she blushed and looked at the floor. It occurred to Mark that she probably wasn't used to anyone aside from Alexandra expressing any concern about her life or safety. She was just another peasant, after all. "Let us clean ourselves lightly and then prepare for a light meal and then bed, shall we?" Lady D'assaut suggested. "Mark, I do not know if you are a man of faith or not, but Lisette and I usually have about an hour of devotional time just before we turn in. You may join us or do as you please, as long as you're respectfully quiet." Mark nodded and joined the pair in going to another room that was clearly dedicated to bathing, something he doubted was all that common in this time and place. Lady Alexandra really was out of the ordinary. He watched with interest as Lisette helped her mistress into the large, round wooden tub, under which a contained fire was glowing. Easily big enough for the three of them (no doubt by design, he thought), he allowed himself to be helped in before the two women began washing him, giggling as they used tiny packets of powdered soap and their bodies to make sure he was clean all over. "Normally, to come across water like this is rare and expensive," Alexandra explained as she knelt patiently and looked at him while Lisette squeezed her tits into her mistress magnificent orbs, lathering her. "But this particular building has an underground stream running below it, so retrieving water from a well in the courtyard is comparatively simple. And I do love to be clean." "I can get behind that." Mark agreed. "Maybe in the morning." Alexandra quipped readily, winking at him. They finished bathing and then Lisette dutifully dried them both off. Linen shifts were provided and then Mark sat with his host in the study while Lisette prepared a light meal for them all. He'd never eaten a pigeon before, but it was surprisingly good. Small nibs of sweetened chocolate comprised dessert, and of course there was the wine. Once they had finished, Alexandra and her companion excused themselves and went into another small room to say their devotionals for maybe an hour. Then they invited Mark to come and sleep with them in Alexandra's massive, plush bed, covered in crimson sheets threaded with gold. Everyone removed their linen shifts and clambered into bed. Alexandra and Lisette kissed one another and then Mark goodnight. In spite of having two naked women nestled into his sides, he slept surprisingly well. A Louvre Incarceration. The moon was a bright white orb overhead as Rebecca looked out the window from her stately bedroom. A tear glistened on her cheek, as it had every night since her abduction and arrival in Paris. Not only was she stuck here, in the Sun King's France, with no method of returning home, but she was the unwilling 'guest' of Cardinal Richelieu, who was seeing her trained to serve Queen Anne. Worse still, and what truly broke her heart, Mark was dead. Killed by the Cardinal's men and no doubt still lying in that fateful field, his body ravaged by scavengers. She bit her lip as tears started to roll down her face, willing herself not to break into sobs that everyone on this floor of the palace would hear. She buried her face in her hands and surrendered to the grief, shuddering as she wept, not caring about the moon framing her in rays of silvery light. She was so alone. Mark had to exercise patience that morning, since they were eating a leisurely breakfast and casually discussing matters. But the matters were nothing of import, at least not from his point of view; they were not improvising plans to save Becky, which was foremost on his mind. Alexandra was well aware of the agitation just under his calm surface and she finally sought to allay it. She smiled and put a hand on top of his as she sat next to him at the table. "My friend," she said gently in her impeccable English. "Worry not for your Rebecca." "How can you say that?" he asked, trying to keep any exasperation out of his voice. "It's all that really matters to me, not that I'm not grateful, of course. But I feel; I feel like we are dawdling." "I understand," she allowed, smiling her beautiful smile that would drive the clouds away. "But I assure you, she is in no immediate danger, now that she is in the Louvre. And as you have already noted, she has been there for a month. We cannot simply rush in and storm the palace, because we would be risking her life, along with many others, not the least of which is my queen, Anne." He sighed and nodded. "But you are helping me rescue her, right? As in, we free her from the palace and she and I can get away, find my time machine and go home?" She smirked and nodded. Maybe she didn't blame him for his suspicions. "Yes, Mark. That is the only end here. I cannot remain indebted to our mutual associate Chester Edgeworth, especially not since this is one of his temporal matters. I want nothing to do with them, so leaving; oh, what is the term; 'loose ends', if you will, does not suit me. It pains me to say so, since I like you, but with any luck, I will never see you again once we have rescued your Rebecca." She smiled and squeezed his hand again. "Please trust me. And exercise patience. I already have a plan in mind, I just need more information from the palace." "Oh, okay," he said finally, hoping he wasn't being unreasonable. "Just out of sorts, I guess. Not a lot of experience with the Baroque Period." She tilted her head slightly and smirked. "Baroque Period? Is that what people in your time refer to this era as?" Mark shrugged. "Yeah, I dunno why." "In my language, baroque refers to an oddly-shaped pearl," she mused. "You might have a better understanding of my time and history than I do, in retrospect." "I doubt it," he chuckled, put at ease once again by her gracious manner. "I never really had much of a head for history. Might actually be pretty skewed, since everything I know comes from movies and novels written by people from your future." "I don't know what a 'movie' is, but I think it's best I not either," she mentioned, stroking his wrist. "Once Lisette has finished serving dejeuner, she will proceed to the palace to see what she can find out. While it is known that I am back in Paris, I do not want to appear just yet for my royal duties. Maybe later today or tomorrow. While the Cardinal cannot absolutely confirm that I am more than a lady-in-waiting for the Queen, I wish to not give him any reason to start looking." "Fair enough," Mark allowed. "So, what'll we do until then?" "While I could indeed provide endless hours of pleasant discourse for you, I think that would not be the best idea, since you are a man of tomorrow." Alexandra pointed out. "And, to be honest, I am rather smitten with your lovely cock at the moment. So, I was thinking that we might continue to fuck one another until it is time for us to undertake your mission." Mark laughed. "Yeah, I'm good with that. "Becky would think I had gone totally stupid if I didn't agree to kill time that way." "I do not know her yet and I think I love her," Alexandra mused, smirking. Her sapphire eyes glittered with delight. "We shall make the most of our time together." They went back to eating their breakfast, prepared by Lisette, and if Mark found the fare unusual, he certainly couldn't complain about the taste. Sausages, hearty bread, along with some vegetables and a broth. A new delicacy to the Sun King's France, Chantilly cream, rounded out the meal, and she promised him that later they would share of bottle of a very special new type of wine, from the region of Champagne. Lisette had dressed and excused herself, heading off to the Louvre to find out information for her Mistress. This left Mark alone with Alexandra, and if he was feeling any awkwardness, she certainly wasn't. She smiled and shed her clothes, exposing her glorious body. She took him by the hand and led him back to her bedroom, smiling at him. "Not to seem indelicate, Mark, but; have you ever fucked a girl in her behind before?" she asked. He nodded. "Done it with Becky more than a few times recently. And yeah, I'd really like to fuck yours." She smiled, pleased with his response. "Excellent, it has been a while for me, at least since a man has done it to me." "Lisette certainly has her uses." Mark chuckled. "More than you can ever know, my friend," she agreed as she stood in front of him and helped remove his clothing. She was close enough that her tits pressed to his chest, her hips touched his and her cunt was nestled against his cock, which was beginning to swell. She looked up into his eyes, her own glinting with desire. "I look forward to feeling you in my ass, Mark." She put her arms around him and pressed her lips to his, kissing him deeply. He was thrilled by her assertiveness, even if she wasn't being dominant. His own hands rested on her hips before starting to wander around her divine form, finally finding her ass cheeks, squeezing and massaging them, making Alexandra moan. "What I am starting to appreciate about you men of the future is that you enjoy lovemaking and carnal activity for its own sake," she purred, one of her hands now sliding down to find his cock and stroking it. "You seem free of the confines of the church's strictures, proscribing pleasure through sexual activity." "Not much point in doing it if you don't enjoy it," he agreed, shivering as her nipples poked against his chest while she squirmed her tits around. She bit his lower lip and tugged back on it, wiggling her ass cheeks against his hands. "And you seem to enjoy it a lot for someone from this time." She broke their kiss to look up at him again, her eyes flashing with her growing to fuck. Her hand was fondling his cock, which was now rigid and pulsing. "In my service to the queen, sex is often a weapon I employ. I am required to be proficient in its use to defend her and the realm." "Lucky me," he breathed as she knelt in front of him, dragging her opulent tits down his torso before arriving at his phallus. He shuddered as she began kissing his cockhead before slowly sliding him into her mouth and down her throat. "Uh, God. Beck; I mean, Alexandra." She giggled and pulled her mouth off his cock to look up at him in amusement, her hands still stroking. "Our techniques are that similar? It took much training for me to be this good, if the women of your time are this competent with ease, then I am jealous." She buried his cock in her mouth again, bobbing back and forth lustily and making him shiver and grasp at her golden locks. Her own hand snaked down between her legs and began playing with her increasingly wet cunt, teasing it. She knew they had at least a few hours before Lisette's return and she intended to make the most of them. Mark groaned and fought to control himself, little or no match for her exquisite technique. He knew he'd have to fuck her soon, or he'd be cumming in her mouth. And he was really looking forward to fucking her ass, as she intended. "Hmm," she purred, popping her mouth off of his cock and smiling slyly while sliding her tongue up the underside as she held it up. "Would you care for a chance to reciprocate, lover?" He nodded, and she stood before pulling him onto the bed. She laid him on his back and then crawled over him, facing down his body. She didn't suck on him again, so much as she toyed with his cock to keep him hard, while allowing him to kiss and lick her slick, pliant snatch. Mark buried his tongue inside her and Alexandra moaned loudly, pumping his cock. Mark slid his tongue in and out of her, marveling at her taste. He also began teasing her little knot, slipping the tip of his finger into her ass, making her groan shamelessly. She wriggled back against him, her glorious behind swaying above his face while her cunt pressed to his mouth. His finger pushed further inside her ass, wiggling about, exploring her. He gently added another and she keen as his fingers stretched her knot, preparing her for his cock. She was gasping now, her body incredibly warm and her skin flush with desire. She lunged his cock back into her mouth again, bobbing up and down hungrily. She pulled herself off his tongue and fingers, squirming down his body until she was straddling his cock. She eagerly slid his throbbing cock inside her cunt, causing him to stiffen and arch his back. She rode up and down lustily on him, while reaching back and pulling her ass cheeks apart. Mark took the hint and began fingering her puckered hole again, making sure it stayed limber and ready to receive him when she was ready. He shuddered as she squeezed herself around him, rippling her cunt wickedly until they were both sweating and shaking. Then she looked back at him and he nodded. She pulled off his cock and spun herself around, now facing him. She put on hand on his chest to steady herself, while the other reached back and took hold of his tool, helping to guide it to her quivering notch. Her felt it press against her ring, slippery with her cunt juices and then popping through readily. Alexandra sighed as she slowly but steadily settled down, taking him inside her back passage. Within seconds, he was buried to the hilt inside her. They both sat still for several seconds, just reveling in the feel of their union. Alexandra began slowly moving up and down, Mark's cock sliding inside her ass. She pulled up until only the head was inside her, then sank back down, taking him all the way back in. Mark's hands moved up to her opulent tits and began caressing and squeezing them. She murmured in pleasure at his touch and clenched her cheeks, squeezing him tightly inside herself. "Yes, I will certainly miss this," she breathed, her eyes closed. "You are so deep inside me." He pushed his hips up and down in rhythm with her movements, his fingers now rolling around her nipples, pinching and tugging on them, the sting sending taboo thrills lancing through her. Her fingernails pressed against the skin of his chest before she leaned down and kissed him heatedly, their tongues tangling. The change in the angle of penetration meant she rocked back and forth along his length now. His hands moved down to cup her ass cheeks again, massaging them in circles and pulling them apart, making her whimper in delight. Their bodies churned and writhed against one another heatedly, mingling in pleasure. Their kissing became more fevered as tingling warmth enveloped them both. Then panted through the kiss, with Mark bracing his legs to thrust himself up deeper inside her while she braced her hands outside his shoulders and pushed back against him, burying his cock deeper in her ass than ever. Sweat shone on their skin as she pulled back from the kiss and started down into his eyes. Mark shook uncontrollably and groaned loudly, pushing up with all his might. Alexandra sighed and sat up tall, sinking onto him as he began pumping his cum into her ass. Her knot clenched greedily, throbbing around him as he filled her tight confines with his essence. She massaged her cunt frantically, her fingers flying over her clit. She bathed his groin with her cum. Colors swirled behind her eyes as the climax permeated her being. She couldn't remember the last time a man had made her cum so hard. Not since; She shuddered and collapsed on top of Mark, trembling. He lay beneath her, his hands tiredly coming to rest on her lower back. They lay in exhausted bliss together, unwilling to move. His cock throbbed in her ass, which gripped him possessively, unwilling to relinquish his prize. He showed no sign of softening, which she was thankful for, since she was deliciously pinned to him. A full hour-hour passed before they stirred. She smiled down at him before kissing him again. She rocked on his stiff cock before slowly pulling off and then laying on her side, pressed to him. She kissed his jaw, whispering words of gratefulness to him. She felt the need to do so, since there was a distinct possibility that these might be his last days alive, given the danger they would face in rescuing Rebecca. Alexandra had sworn to try and help him, and she would do everything she could, so long as it did not compromise her service to the queen. She couldn't tell him exactly how much planning and detail this required as a result, since letting the silly boy know the extreme danger he was about to face might make him balk at a crucial moment and then death was inevitable. She could only hope that his excellent physical health and desperation would see him through. It was all they had. Lisette would be back soon, and it would time to plan their mission. God help us all. Rebecca sat in her chair at the small desk of her bedroom, scowling as she drained her glass of red wine, the fourth she'd had in the past hour. She knew she was drunk, but she was too sullen and angry to feel it. She'd done little except drink since she'd been brought to the Louvre. Except for when she was heading to bed, she was rarely alone, surrounded by women who dressed her as a lady of the court and attempted to train her in her duties. She proved predictably reticent, although she had stopped punching her handlers over the last week or so. It wasn't their fault, after all. A few of them seemed worried about her well-being if she continued to prove so difficult, but Becky was mostly beyond caring. What did she have to look forward to, now? Life amongst these backward, stymphian midgets? She had a distinct feeling she was better off dead. She sighed and opened another bottle, pouring her fifth glass of the evening. Oblivion in wine was all she looked forward to. "Oh, there you are. I was hoping to meet you;” lilted an attractive voice from her door. Facing away from the entrance to her room, Becky looked up into the mirror on the wall, and saw a striking silhouette standing in the entranceway. A tall woman in a burgeoning gown stood there, apparently waiting for permission to enter. Slowly she turned around, hoping her eyes weren't too bleary with wine and grief. She rose from her chair and stood quietly, holding her hands primly in front of herself. She dipped her knees slightly in a curtsey, just in case this was Anne of Austria. The figure came into the room slowly, approaching her. The lamps and candle finally illumined her, and Becky's breath was taken away; the woman was stunning! Golden blonde hair spilled down her back, while her sapphire eyes gleamed with a sensual intelligence. Her face was classically beautiful and her impressive bust sat high inside her dress, the cleavage prominently displayed, as was typical of the court. Becky felt a tingle inside herself as she approached. "You are Rebecca, oui?" the woman asked, her voice glorious in Becky's ears. She stopped in front her and smiled dazzlingly before returning the curtsey. "I am Alexandra D'assaut, one of her majesty's ladies. I am pleased to finally meet you." "I; it is a pleasure to meet you, too, my lady." Becky said falteringly. This woman was more beautiful than she thought possible for someone of this era. "I know you are new to the palace, and it is rumored that the circumstances of your arrival were less than ideal," continued Alexandra. "You are even more beautiful than I have been told, Rebecca, and I sense a great sadness in you." She stepped even closer to Becky, who bit her lip and swallowed slightly. Their tits were almost touching, and she could feel her heart thumping in her chest. "But I say to you now, my friend, despair not and take heart," Alexandra said in a voice barely above a whisper, as if what she was saying was a secret meant only for Rebecca. "The days to come will give you hope." Becky didn't know what this woman meant, but she wanted to believe her. The ache in her heart lessened slightly. They stared into one another's blue eyes quietly, lost in what they saw. And then Alexandra leaned in and pressed her lips to Becky's, kissing her gently. Becky did not retreat from the kiss, although it was a second or two before she could react. She then moaned slightly and returned the kiss. The two women moved closer, tits pressing as they held one another by the arms and continued to kiss. Becky trembled, thrilling to the intimacy they shared. Alexandra pulled back from the kiss, a tempting strand of desire hanging between their lips. They both breathed as they stared, but she finally smiled and delicately used her finger to wipe the strand from their lips. "You will see me again soon, my friend," she cooed, her fingers gently caressing Becky's cheek. "I look forward to our reacquaintance." She backed up two steps and curtseyed gracefully, compelling Becky to hastily do the same, before she turned and glided out of the room, like a vision. Becky unsteadily sat back in her chair and let out a heavy sigh. Her heart was still pounding, and for the first time in weeks, she felt something other than heartache. Becky turned back to her bottle, trying to distract herself from the unexpected throb in her loins. "Your majesty." Alexandra said reverently, her curtsey deep and formal. "I have come to speak with you about a matter of some concern." Sitting in an ornate chair in the lavish boudoir, Anne of Austria, probably the most famous woman in Christendom, smiled at her trusted servant. "You have only just returned from Spain, my dearest Alexandra, and you have yet another matter to bring before me?" Alexandra nodded humbly, her hands in her lap. "Yes, my queen. Though it pains me to do so, I must beg a boon and ask you to trust me." "My trust in you is implicit, Alexandra D'Assaut, and needs no confirmation. Has it ever?" the queen intoned, gesturing for Alexandra to approach her, while waving for her attendants to live them alone. The two women curtseyed and exited quickly. Alexandra knelt in front of Anne and put her hand on the queen's knee in supplication, not looking up. "Your majesty, a beautiful young woman has recently been added to your retinue, and is set to enter your service within the next few weeks." Anne smiled and nodded. "I have not met her, but I am told she is quite possibly the only woman in France who rivals you in beauty. Her name is Rebecca, oui?" "Just so, my queen." Alexandra confirmed. "Do you wish for her to serve directly under you as a lady of the court?" Anne asked, knowing full well that Alexandra also enjoyed the company of woman, not merely men. "She is indeed breathtaking to behold, my queen, but no, that is not my request of you. The girl, Rebecca, do you know how she was brought to Paris?" Anne considered. "The rumor is that she was found by the Cardinal, who was convinced she would make a magnificent addition to my household. She did not come willingly, initially, and has proven somewhat intractable since." Alexandra nodded. "It is as you say, your majesty. But I know something about this woman that not even the Cardinal knows or can begin to guess at." The queen frowned slightly. "She is not a danger to us, is she?" "Not as such, no," Alexandra admitted. "But please accept my word on faith that we have no right to her and must not keep her." Anne tilted her head. "Is she secretly a member of a royal family?"

Halloween weekend just passed and whenever we talk politics on this show it feels like Halloween all over again. We start the show with the Halloween/politics combination.Right to die billSonya Massey murder convictionDrake appealMonique still wants a showdown with oprahamerican airlines is trashStefon Diggs has four baby  mamas including Superstar Cardi BNo rap songs in Billboard top 40Loretta Divine comments

The final political legacy of the Roman Empire in western Europe was the Holy Roman Empire. Amazingly, this curious political institution lasted until Napoleon abolished it in 1806. In the eighteenth century, the French political philosopher Voltaire famously described it as neither Holy nor Roman nor an Empire. He may have been right in his own age, but it was originally born with the dream of restoring Charlemagne's empire, itself a restoration of the once mighty Roman Empire. It was a dream that would last a thousand years.For a free ebook, maps and blogs check out my website nickholmesauthor.comFind my latest book, Justinian's Empire, on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk. For German listeners, find the German translation of the first book in my series on the 'Fall of the Roman Empire', Die römische Revolution, on Amazon.de. Finally check out my new YouTube videos on the fall of the Roman Empire.

This week on Black on Black Cinema, the crew returns to introduce the next film, "40 Acres." The film takes place in a post-apocalyptic world with food scarcity, as a Black family of Canadian farmers, descended from American Civil War migrants, they defend their homestead against cannibals trying to seize their resources. The random topic this week is all about the November 4th special elections that happened around the country. While it certain was a positive night, we discuss this but also what the real fight ahead looks like and why people like Charlemagne tha god's advice to Democrats is not only hypocritical but also deeply wrong.

La rassegna stampa di oggi, giovedì 6 novembre è a cura di Luca DammiccoSu tutti i quotidiani si cerca di spiegare le possibili cause del crollo della Torre de' Conti, che ha causato la morte di Octav Stroici dopo 11 ore intrappolato tra le macerie.Repubblica e il Tempo si concentrano sulla relazioni preliminari, che denunciavano la fatiscenza e l'inagibilità dei solai pur considerandoli in grado di sopportare il carico di 2 operai e dei macchinari necessari al restauro Il Corriere intervista uno dei consulenti incaricati di tracciare le possibilità di recupero della strutturaIl triplice raid neofaascista che ha tentato di assaltare il Liceo Righi occupato diventa polemica politica dopo una interrogazione parlamentare a firma Pd a cui ha risposto il vicepresidente della Camera Rampellisul Messaggero si racconta della svolta nelle indagini sull'omicidio di Stefano Cena, il giostraio aggredito a calci e pugni e morto a Capena un mese faFoto del Comune di RomaSveja è un progetto sostenuto da Periferiacapitale, il programma per Roma della fondazione Charlemagne. Ringraziamo inoltre l'associazione A Sud che ci mette a disposizione i propri spazi per le riunioni di redazione.La sigla di Sveja è di Mattia Carratelloa domani con Sara Bruno

Mes chers camarades, bien le bonjour ! Quelle est la pâtisserie préférée des archéologues et des historiens ? Le mille-feuille. Car les empires, dynasties et civilisations, c'est comme les mille-feuilles, mais sans la crème pâtissière. Sans pâte feuilletée non plus. Bon, en fait oubliez le mille-feuille ! N'empêche que quand on parle de “l'Empire de Charlemagne”, on s'imagine un bloc tout bien unifié. En réalité, les hommes en mouvement créent une histoire en mouvement : c'est couche après couche, à force de changements sociaux, d'influences extérieures et d'impulsions politiques que les empires naissent et périssent. Au bout du compte, ils sont aussi fragiles et éphémères que des îles flottantes. C'est comme ça que la conquête d'Alexandre le Grand, mêlée à des influences chinoises et indiennes, va donner un nouvel empire, qui lui-même va mourir au profit d'autres empires, comme les Sassanides de Perse et les Gupta d'Inde. Cet empire, c'est l'empire Kouchan. Ça rime avec flan, croissant, ou friand, et je commence à croire que j'aurais vraiment pas dû sauter le petit déj' avant de tourner cet épisode…Bonne écoute !

La rassegna stampa di oggi, lunedì 3 novembre è a cura di Cecilia FerraraSu Repubblica si parla delle minacce a Gualtieri da un rappresentante dei clan sinti che si trova in carcere e dell'appello dei registi per salvare l'Esquilino.Il Corriere apre con i grandi brand del Lusso che investono su Roma e Robert de Niro che apre un ristorante in via Veneto.Malattie sessualmente trasmissibili è allarme lo racconta Il TempoRoma Today, con un suo dossier ci racconta la ‘grande famiglia' del comune di Fiumicino. Una nuova parentopoli targata centrodestra.Foto di Luca Dammicco.Sveja è un progetto sostenuto da Periferiacapitale, il programma per Roma della fondazione Charlemagne. Ringraziamo inoltre l'associazione A Sud che ci mette a disposizione i propri spazi per le riunioni di redazione.La sigla di Sveja è di Mattia Carratello

Après une violente guerre fratricide, les petits-fils de Charlemagne se partagent son Empire... En août 843, le traité de Verdun acte un découpage de l'Europe entre Lothaire, Charles le Chauve et Louis le Germanique. On peut considérer ce traité comme un "kilomètre zéro", un événement fondateur des futures nations français et allemandes ! Bonne écoute. ⚔️Un podcast du Studio Biloba, présenté par Gabriel Macé.

Il tamburino di sabato 1 novembre, la rassegna sulla vita culturale di Roma. Al microfono Leonardo Zaccone, poeta, performer e musicologo. Una riflessione sulla celebrazione per i 50 anni dall'assassinio di PPP, oramai icona pop che rischia di svilirsi sotto il peso di continui memorial. Al Vascello per REF " Non+Ultras" unisce il tifo da stadio ai movimenti di piazza degli ultimi 40 anni.In settimana "La diva del Bataclan" ci ha raccontato una storia particolare sulle finte vittime della strage al teatro francese con un musical di impatto.Emma Dante al Teatro Argentina e Valerio Aprea all'India.Al Palladium quattro film sulla musica commentati da musicologi e cinefili.A Scena EFFETTI COLLATERALI, quattro sguardi cinematografici per raccontare il mondo tra salute mentale, trasformazione digitale e migrazioni.L'hertziana si allarga e prima di ristrutturare apre il nuovo spazio, chiuso da 30 anni, con una mostra super site specific. Chi entra esce, via gregoriana 9Il 5 novembre i Pallett, rock band iraniana, a Largo VenueSveja è un progetto indipendente sostenuto da Periferiacapitale, il programma per Roma della fondazione Charlemagne.

I discussed Stephen A Smith, because I'm tired of these so-called “independents” with big mouths and followings who pretend to be reasonable at times, then support Democrats. For me, they are the bigger frauds.They accomplish nothing and only move the needle on their careers. We are left with the fallout and the false hope that we've converted them.Bill Maher. Sellout. Charlemagne the Fraud. Sellout.Stephen A. Smith. Sellout.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

La rassegna stampa di oggi, mercoledì 29 ottobre è a cura di Lorenzo BoffaDOVE ASCOLTARLA: Spotify , Apple Podcast , Spreaker e naturalmente sul nostro sito www.sveja.itCogliamo l'occasione della commemorazione al Prenestino di Mario Zicchieri, giovanissimo fascista ucciso a colpi di fucile nel ‘75 in un agguato attribuito alle BR (seppur mai dimostrato in giudizio né rivendicato da esse) per parlare di alcune storie di RomaLa prima collega a Zicchieri Fabrizio Ghera, assessore ai Mobilitá, Trasporti, Tutela del Territorio, Ciclo dei rifiuti, Demanio, che negli anni ha sostenuto con fervore questa ed altre commemorazioni e dediche di piazze e vie alla memoria neofascista. Ricostruiamo questo percorso e ricordiamo l'inchiesta a latina sul ciclo dei rifiuti che lo vede indagato per presunte irregolarità nella gestione di appalti pubblici e assunzioni, assieme al consigliere regionale del Lazio e presidente della commissione Sviluppo Economico e Attività Produttive, Enrico Tiero, attualmente ai domiciliariPoi ci spostiamo su Fanpage, dove Valerio Renzi firma un articolo sul nuovo volto suprematista di Welcome To Favelas e la vicinanza inappropriata con ATACDa Fanpage e Repubblica raccontiamo della tenta ascesa di alcuni movimenti neofascisti nelle scuole superiori, collegata ad alcuni eventi recenti: i saluti romani degli studenti al Ruiz e l'aggressione fascista agli occupanti al BramanteInfine torniamo a parlare di Zicchieri dalle pagine del manifesto, con un articolo che racconta l'assassinio di Antonio Corrado, ucciso per vendicare il camerata, la notte successiva, probabilmente per uno scambio di personaFoto di Luca DammiccoSveja è un progetto sostenuto da Periferiacapitale, il programma per Roma della fondazione Charlemagne.Ringraziamo inoltre l'associazione A Sud che ci mette a disposizione i propri spazi per le riunioni di redazione.La sigla di Sveja è di Mattia CaratelloVuoi sostenerci con una piccola donazione? Ora basta un click!La rassegna torna domani con Miriam Aly

⛪ Blood and Papal Gold – Part One Presented by the Evio Creative Podcast Network Before the Vatican was marble and gold… before the Church had armies and crowns… there was Rome — a ruin with a heartbeat. In this first half of The Keys of Blood: The Assassination of Pope John VIII, we enter the smoke and silence of the ninth century — a time when popes ruled by letter instead of sword, when faith was a fragile currency, and when the empire that once conquered the world had been reduced to a city clinging to its own memory. ⚜️ Episode I: The Broken Empire Europe is in fragments. Charlemagne's heirs bicker over borders while Viking and Saracen raiders carve the continent apart. Into this chaos steps Pope John VIII, a scholar forced into kingship. His Rome is a relic surrounded by wolves, and his only weapon is diplomacy — or what's left of it. But when he dares to pay tribute to Saracen pirates to spare the city, his mercy is mistaken for weakness, and whispers of betrayal begin to echo through the marble halls of the Lateran. ⚓ Episode II: The Pope and the Pirates As the raiders tighten their grip, John is forced to choose between faith and survival. His decision to ransom Rome with gold saves lives but shatters his reputation. The Frankish kings mock him; the clergy call him coward; the nobles begin to conspire. When he crowns Charles the Bald as Holy Roman Emperor, hoping for salvation, the emperor dies within months — leaving the papacy more isolated than ever. Rome's enemies circle closer, and John's greatest fear becomes clear: the Church will not fall to pagans, but to its own believers.

The fourth trumpet judgment in Revelation 8:12 symbolizes the political collapse of the Western professing Christian Roman Empire, marked by the darkening of the sun, moon, and stars—a prophetic sign of imperial downfall echoed throughout Scripture, from Isaiah's judgment on Babylon to Ezekiel's on Egypt and Joel's on Judah. This collapse culminates in 476 with the deposition of Emperor Romulus Augustus, signaling the end of the Western Roman Empire's imperial authority, though the Senate persisted until 603, and the papacy gradually filled the resulting power vacuum. The removal of the emperor, described as a 'mortal wound' later healed in 800 with Charlemagne's coronation, is interpreted as the hindrance being lifted in 2 Thessalonians 2:7, allowing the papacy to ascend to unprecedented authority, particularly after Pope Boniface III claimed the title of universal bishop in 607. The passage concludes with a call to biblical hope—not rooted in wishful thinking, but in the confident assurance that Jesus Christ, not chance or human rulers, sovereignly directs history toward its appointed end, affirming the reliability of Scripture through its precise historical fulfillment and calling believers to reverence, trust, and obedience.

La rassegna stampa di oggi, martedì 28 ottobre è a cura di Cecilia Ferrara. DOVE ASCOLTARLA: Spotify , Apple Podcast , Spreaker, Audible e naturalmente sul nostro sito .Su Repubblica e sul Corriere della Sera si parla ancora dell'incidente avvenuto lo scorso weekend avvenuto sulla Cristoforo Colombo, in cui è morta Beatrice ragazza di vent'anni. Indagini sulle corse clandestine e testimonianze di parenti delle vittime della strada. Sul Messaggero si parla di un incidente avvenuto ad una ragazza caduta da una pensilina durante l'occupazione e dei fondi alla sanità, risparmi degli anni '23 e '24. Il Tempo mette dubbi sul fatto che proprio il sindaco Gualtieri debba essere commissario per la costruzione dello stadio a Pietralata, FdI vuole quel posto. Ma c'è anche un reportage da Prima porta tra incuria e abbandono. Roma Today racconta della protesta dei bengalesi di Don Bosco scesi in corteo per chiedere più sicurezza. Foto di Luca Dammicco.Sveja è un progetto sostenuto da Periferiacapitale, il programma per Roma della fondazione Charlemagne. Ringraziamo inoltre l'associazione A Sud che ci mette a disposizione i propri spazi per le riunioni di redazione.La sigla di Sveja è di Mattia CarratelloVuoi sostenerci con una piccola donazione? Ora basta un click!  La rassegna stampa torna domani con Lorenzo Boffa!

In this episode, we trace how one global faith became divided between East and West — from the councils of Nicaea, Chalcedon, and Constantinople to the final break in 1054 — and discover what it means to return to the unified, Spirit-led Church Jesus originally envisioned.--The PursueGOD Truth podcast is the “easy button” for making disciples – whether you're looking for resources to lead a family devotional, a small group at church, or a one-on-one mentoring relationship. Join us for new episodes every Tuesday and Friday. Find resources to talk about these episodes at pursueGOD.org.Help others go "full circle" as a follower of Jesus through our 12-week Pursuit series.Click here to learn more about how to use these resources at home, with a small group, or in a one-on-one discipleship relationship.Got questions or want to leave a note? Email us at podcast@pursueGOD.org.Donate Now --Last week, we ended with a coronation that changed history.In 800 A.D., Pope Leo III placed a crown on the head of Charlemagne, declaring him “Emperor of the Romans.” It was the rebirth of a Christian Rome — what we now call the Holy Roman Empire.It seemed like a moment of triumph for the Church, but it came with a cost.That act blurred the line between heaven and earth — between spiritual authority and political control. The pope gained protection. Charlemagne gained divine legitimacy. But the partnership that promised unity in the West sent shockwaves through the East.In Constantinople, Christian leaders looked on in disbelief. The Eastern emperor was already the rightful heir of Rome — so who gave a Western pope the right to crown another? It was more than a political power play; it was the outworking of deeper cracks that had been forming for centuries.So before we move forward to the Great Schism of 1054, we're going to back up — to the early councils of the Church, when East and West still sat at the same table.We'll see how questions about who Jesus is, who leads the Church, and how truth is defined began to pull believers in different directions long before anyone realized the family was breaking apart.From One Empire to Two WorldsWhen Emperor Constantine moved the capital of the Roman Empire to Constantinople in 330 A.D., the center of gravity in the Christian world began to shift. Rome was still revered as the old seat of power, but Constantinople — “New Rome” — quickly became the heart of a thriving, educated, and deeply spiritual East.In the West, life revolved around survival. As the empire crumbled under invasions and chaos, the Church became the glue that held society together. Latin was the common language, law and order were prized, and the bishop of Rome — later known as the pope — grew in influence as emperors disappeared. By the time Rome finally fell in 476 A.D., it was the Church, not the state, that provided leadership and stability.In the East, the story looked very different. The Byzantine Empire remained strong and sophisticated, speaking Greek, preserving classical learning, and weaving theology into every part of public life. The emperor saw himself not just as a ruler, but as a protector of the...

In this episode, we trace how one global faith became divided between East and West — from the councils of Nicaea, Chalcedon, and Constantinople to the final break in 1054 — and discover what it means to return to the unified, Spirit-led Church Jesus originally envisioned.--The PursueGOD Truth podcast is the “easy button” for making disciples – whether you're looking for resources to lead a family devotional, a small group at church, or a one-on-one mentoring relationship. Join us for new episodes every Tuesday and Friday. Find resources to talk about these episodes at pursueGOD.org.Help others go "full circle" as a follower of Jesus through our 12-week Pursuit series.Click here to learn more about how to use these resources at home, with a small group, or in a one-on-one discipleship relationship.Got questions or want to leave a note? Email us at podcast@pursueGOD.org.Donate Now --Last week, we ended with a coronation that changed history.In 800 A.D., Pope Leo III placed a crown on the head of Charlemagne, declaring him “Emperor of the Romans.” It was the rebirth of a Christian Rome — what we now call the Holy Roman Empire.It seemed like a moment of triumph for the Church, but it came with a cost.That act blurred the line between heaven and earth — between spiritual authority and political control. The pope gained protection. Charlemagne gained divine legitimacy. But the partnership that promised unity in the West sent shockwaves through the East.In Constantinople, Christian leaders looked on in disbelief. The Eastern emperor was already the rightful heir of Rome — so who gave a Western pope the right to crown another? It was more than a political power play; it was the outworking of deeper cracks that had been forming for centuries.So before we move forward to the Great Schism of 1054, we're going to back up — to the early councils of the Church, when East and West still sat at the same table.We'll see how questions about who Jesus is, who leads the Church, and how truth is defined began to pull believers in different directions long before anyone realized the family was breaking apart.From One Empire to Two WorldsWhen Emperor Constantine moved the capital of the Roman Empire to Constantinople in 330 A.D., the center of gravity in the Christian world began to shift. Rome was still revered as the old seat of power, but Constantinople — “New Rome” — quickly became the heart of a thriving, educated, and deeply spiritual East.In the West, life revolved around survival. As the empire crumbled under invasions and chaos, the Church became the glue that held society together. Latin was the common language, law and order were prized, and the bishop of Rome — later known as the pope — grew in influence as emperors disappeared. By the time Rome finally fell in 476 A.D., it was the Church, not the state, that provided leadership and stability.In the East, the story looked very different. The Byzantine Empire remained strong and sophisticated, speaking Greek, preserving classical learning, and weaving theology into every part of public life. The emperor saw himself not just as a ruler, but as a protector of the...

The Vikings transformed European history, impacted the worlds of both Byzantium and the Abbasid Caliphate, and even, some 500 years before Christopher Columbus, discovered North America. In this episode, I want to look at how and why the Viking diaspora first began, before moving to their initial impact on the world outside Scandinavia, especially on the Carolingians and the establishment of the Viking-Frankish state of Normandy.For a free ebook, maps and blogs check out my website nickholmesauthor.comFind my latest book, Justinian's Empire, on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk. For German listeners, find the German translation of the first book in my series on the 'Fall of the Roman Empire', Die römische Revolution, on Amazon.de. Finally check out my new YouTube videos on the fall of the Roman Empire.

In this compelling 20-minute episode, host Professor Rachel Chen sits down with Bishop Andy Lewter, a Harvard-trained church historian and serving bishop, to explore one of Christianity's most consequential developments—the emergence of the office of bishop as we know it today.Journey through the crucial period between 96-254 CE as they discuss five pivotal figures who shaped the office of bishop at the close of the first century AD/CE:Clement of Rome - who first articulated apostolic succession as a legal chain of authorityIgnatius of Antioch - whose passionate letters made the bishop essential to church life ("where the bishop is, there is the church")Irenaeus of Lyons - who transformed succession into a guarantee of doctrinal truth against Gnostic heresyTertullian of Carthage - the brilliant lawyer who both defended and ultimately revolted against episcopal authorityOrigen of Alexandria - who insisted that spiritual worthiness and learning matter as much as institutional officeThe conversation traces how these early principles shaped Christianity through Constantine's empire, Charlemagne's kingdom, the East-West Schism, the Crusades, the Renaissance, the Protestant Reformation, and into our modern era.Bishop Lewter brings unique insight as both scholar and practitioner, revealing how these ancient debates about authority, unity, and truth remain urgently relevant across Catholic, Orthodox, and Protestant traditions today. Whether your church has bishops or not, you're still wrestling with the questions these church fathers first articulated.Perfect for: Church history enthusiasts, theology students, clergy, and anyone curious about how Christianity's leadership structures developed and why they still matter.

Dans son ouvrage «Écrire le français», Gabriella Parussa retrace l'histoire de l'écrit de la langue française, et son évolution.  Comment le français est-il devenu une langue écrite ?  Le français fut tout d'abord une langue orale, une langue parlée, une langue de la communication, alors que la langue écrite, celle de la culture, de la justice, de l'administration, était le latin.   Le français a beaucoup évolué, tant au niveau de la phonétique qu'au niveau de la syntaxe et la morphologie.  Les premiers textes (rarissimes) écrits en français remontent à la deuxième partie du IXè siècle. C'est l'alphabet latin qui est utilisé pour «transférer» cette langue de l'oral à l'écrit, mais Il faut faire des ajustements, car l'alphabet latin n'est pas parfait et ne permet pas de restituer tous les sons… Il y a alors vingt-trois lettres dans l'alphabet latin.  Le passage à l'écrit s'est fait avec la volonté de conserver la mémoire. Les premiers «livres» s'écrivaient grâce à des copistes ; cela pouvait prendre des mois.  L'écriture : comme une «peinture de la voix»  En 842, les petits-fils de Charlemagne signent une alliance militaire : les serments de Strasbourg, Nithard écrit alors en ce qu'on appelle «le proto français» : un mélange entre le latin tardif et le français. C'est l'un des premiers textes conservés avec des traces de français écrit. «C'est une étape importante, on écrit dans les deux langues vernaculaires de l'époque».  Ils écrivent cette nouvelle langue en «écoutant». «On dira que l'écriture doit être comme une peinture de la voix, doit correspondre à ce que l'on dit, ce qu'on prononce».  Le français est alors très mouvant : on ne parle pas et on n'écrit pas de la même manière selon qu'on habite Arras ou Lyon. Mais les choses vont se fixer avec l'invention de l'imprimerie puis des premières grammaires écrites. Les variations vont alors s'estomper peu à peu. Les imprimeurs vont alors jouer un rôle très important dans la standardisation pour que le livre qu'ils diffusent soit lu et compris et plus grand nombre. Les graphies régionales vont alors peu à peu disparaître.    À lire :  Bernard Cerquiglini, auteur de L'invention de Nithard aux éditions de Minuit.  Invitée :  Gabriella Parussa, spécialiste de l'histoire de la langue française, est professeure de linguistique et philologie à la Faculté des Lettres – Sorbonne Université. Ses travaux portent sur le code écrit et son histoire des origines à nos jours. Son ouvrage «Écrire le français, toute une histoire» est publié aux éditions Actes Sud.  Dans la chronique Ailleurs, nous parlerons du Festival Beyrouth Livres qui aura lieu dans la capitale libanaise, du 22 au 26 octobre 2025. Et c'est Sarra Ghorbal, attachée pour le livre et le débat d'idées et co-commissaire générale du festival Beyrouth livres qui nous parle de l'évènement.  Programmation musicale : Le collectif musical Lamomali avec le titre Totem.

Dans son ouvrage «Écrire le français», Gabriella Parussa retrace l'histoire de l'écrit de la langue française, et son évolution.  Comment le français est-il devenu une langue écrite ?  Le français fut tout d'abord une langue orale, une langue parlée, une langue de la communication, alors que la langue écrite, celle de la culture, de la justice, de l'administration, était le latin.   Le français a beaucoup évolué, tant au niveau de la phonétique qu'au niveau de la syntaxe et la morphologie.  Les premiers textes (rarissimes) écrits en français remontent à la deuxième partie du IXè siècle. C'est l'alphabet latin qui est utilisé pour «transférer» cette langue de l'oral à l'écrit, mais Il faut faire des ajustements, car l'alphabet latin n'est pas parfait et ne permet pas de restituer tous les sons… Il y a alors vingt-trois lettres dans l'alphabet latin.  Le passage à l'écrit s'est fait avec la volonté de conserver la mémoire. Les premiers «livres» s'écrivaient grâce à des copistes ; cela pouvait prendre des mois.  L'écriture : comme une «peinture de la voix»  En 842, les petits-fils de Charlemagne signent une alliance militaire : les serments de Strasbourg, Nithard écrit alors en ce qu'on appelle «le proto français» : un mélange entre le latin tardif et le français. C'est l'un des premiers textes conservés avec des traces de français écrit. «C'est une étape importante, on écrit dans les deux langues vernaculaires de l'époque».  Ils écrivent cette nouvelle langue en «écoutant». «On dira que l'écriture doit être comme une peinture de la voix, doit correspondre à ce que l'on dit, ce qu'on prononce».  Le français est alors très mouvant : on ne parle pas et on n'écrit pas de la même manière selon qu'on habite Arras ou Lyon. Mais les choses vont se fixer avec l'invention de l'imprimerie puis des premières grammaires écrites. Les variations vont alors s'estomper peu à peu. Les imprimeurs vont alors jouer un rôle très important dans la standardisation pour que le livre qu'ils diffusent soit lu et compris et plus grand nombre. Les graphies régionales vont alors peu à peu disparaître.    À lire :  Bernard Cerquiglini, auteur de L'invention de Nithard aux éditions de Minuit.  Invitée :  Gabriella Parussa, spécialiste de l'histoire de la langue française, est professeure de linguistique et philologie à la Faculté des Lettres – Sorbonne Université. Ses travaux portent sur le code écrit et son histoire des origines à nos jours. Son ouvrage «Écrire le français, toute une histoire» est publié aux éditions Actes Sud.  Dans la chronique Ailleurs, nous parlerons du Festival Beyrouth Livres qui aura lieu dans la capitale libanaise, du 22 au 26 octobre 2025. Et c'est Sarra Ghorbal, attachée pour le livre et le débat d'idées et co-commissaire générale du festival Beyrouth livres qui nous parle de l'évènement.  Programmation musicale : Le collectif musical Lamomali avec le titre Totem.

Author and researcher D. H. Morris reveals the gripping true story behind her historical novel The Girl of Many Crowns, following Princess Judith of Francia and Baldwin “Iron Arm.” We dig into how Deborah turned medieval annals, songs, and court records into a vivid, faith-infused saga of love, power, and defiance—plus the surprising family link that started it all. If you love stories where history breathes and the stakes are royal, this one's for you. Sponsored byDaniel McGhee & the Victory Team Guest Bio:  D. H. (Deborah) Morris is a playwright, world traveler, and historical-fiction author whose research spans medieval Latin sources and English scholarship. After tracing her own genealogy, she uncovered the real saga of Princess Judith of Francia and Baldwin Iron Arm, inspiring her debut novel The Girl of Many Crowns. A former theater professional and devoted researcher, Morris blends scholarly rigor with dramatic storytelling—and donates a portion of her book's proceeds to anti-trafficking efforts.  Main Topics: ·         How a genealogy puzzle led Deborah to Princess Judith & Baldwin Iron Arm. ·         Turning dense medieval sources into living scenes (annals, riddles, liturgy, songs). ·         Historical fiction vs. strict history: staying faithful while filling the gaps. ·         Judith's early marriages, agency, and defiance in a world of kings and councils. ·         Vikings, ransoms, and realpolitik: how raids, slavery, and silver shaped the plot. ·         Writing the audiobook herself—acting craft, character voice, and production. ·         Prequel in progress: Empress Judith, Charlemagne's court, and civil war stakes. ·         Why she donates proceeds to OUR/Operation Underground Railroad.  Resources mentioned: ·         The Girl of Many Crowns novel·         Princess Judith of Francia; Baldwin (Iron Arm); Alfred the Great; Charlemagne; Louis the Pious; Hincmar of Reims; Aachen. ·         Annals of St. Bertin Send us a textThe Victory TeamLOOKING TO BUY OR SELL A HOME Go with the Agent that was voted Harford's Best & won the Harford CouDisclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Support the showRate & Review on Apple Podcasts Follow the Conversations with Rich Bennett podcast on Social Media:Facebook – Conversations with Rich Bennett Facebook Group (Join the conversation) – Conversations with Rich Bennett podcast group | FacebookTwitter – Conversations with Rich Bennett Instagram – @conversationswithrichbennettTikTok – CWRB (@conversationsrichbennett) | TikTok Sponsors, Affiliates, and ways we pay the bills:Hosted on BuzzsproutSquadCast Subscribe by Email

Charlemagne created the largest empire in western Europe since the Romans. But it didn't last. Within only a few decades of his death, it had broken up and one half of it was fighting for its survival against a new and terrifying enemy from the north: the Vikings. In this episode, I want to ask why did that happen? For a free ebook, maps and blogs check out my website nickholmesauthor.comFind my latest book, Justinian's Empire, on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk. For German listeners, find the German translation of the first book in my series on the 'Fall of the Roman Empire', Die römische Revolution, on Amazon.de. Finally check out my new YouTube videos on the fall of the Roman Empire.

WE HAVE VIDEO NOW! Some episodes will be on video also and available on our YouTube! Check it out HERE! This week we're going to be covering the 2024 Paladin! The Collins Dictionary defines Paladin as 1 of 12 legendary peers of Charlemagne's Court. But also as a “determined advocate or defender of a noble cause” and that feels right. You know the deal gang! We'll go over the entire Paladin class and subclasses available in the 2024 Player's Handbook. What's changed, what's stayed the same, and is it any good And remember to give us 5 Stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ AND a positive review! This helps us so much! Tell your friends!  --------------------------- Reach out to us at Soyouwannabeadm@gmail.com And CLICK HERE to support us on Patreon, chat with us on Discord, follow us on TikTok, Instagram, Twitch, and more!  WE HAVE MERCH! Click the link above!

Today I sit down with historian Edward J. Watts and talk about his latest book: The Romans.When we think of “ancient Romans” today, many picture the toga-clad figures of Cicero and Caesar, presiding over a republic, and then an empire, before seeing their world collapse at the hands of barbarians in the fifth century AD.  The Romans does away with this narrow vision by offering the first comprehensive account of ancient Rome over the course of two millennia. Prize-winning historian Edward J. Watts recounts the full sweep of Rome's epic past: the Punic Wars, the fall of the republic, the coming of Christianity, Alaric's sack of Rome, the rise of Islam, the Battle of Manzikert, and the onslaught of the Crusaders who would bring about the empire's end. Watts shows that the source of Rome's enduring strength was the diverse range of people who all called themselves Romans. This is the Rome of Augustus, Marcus Aurelius, and Constantine, but also Charlemagne, Justinian, and Manuel Comnenus—and countless other men and women who together made it the most resilient state the world has ever seen.  BUY THE BOOK HERESUPPORT WESTERN CIV

Send us a textWe tend to think of the Athenians as philosophers, architects, and mathematicians. But their highest devotion was rather to sports and to music. These priorities are evident from their system of education, in which young Greek men were trained to compete in the Olympics as well as to sing and dance in the chorus. They were jocks. Think of the tragic playwright Aeschylus, who despite his literary accomplishments was remembered in his epitaph merely as a warrior at the Battle of Marathon. A man's man. So when Socrates and the sophists came around, the defenders of old-style musical and athletic education scoffed at the sickly, ugly, and weak men that philosophical and rhetorical training produced: in other words, a bunch of nerds. In this episode, Jonathan and Ryan discuss what the comic Athenian poet Aristophanes called ἡ ἀρχαία παιδεία, i.e. that old-time education of Athens.Henri-Irénée Marrou's A History of Education in Antiquity: https://bookshop.org/a/25626/9780299088149NH episode on Homeric education: https://newhumanists.buzzsprout.com/1791279/episodes/17406673-how-to-raise-an-achilles-episode-xciThucydides' The Peloponnesian War: https://bookshop.org/a/25626/9780684827902Aristophanes' Clouds: https://amzn.to/46GYaeKCato's De agri cultura: https://penelope.uchicago.edu/Thayer/L/Roman/Texts/Cato/De_Agricultura/A*.htmlPete Hegseth's and David Goodwin's Battle for the American Mind: https://amzn.to/4gHQEoxJacob Burckhardt's Civilization of the Renaissance in Italy: https://bookshop.org/a/25626/9781617206047New Humanists episode on Alcuin and Charlemagne: https://newhumanists.buzzsprout.com/1791279/episodes/15992673-the-barren-contemplative-life-episode-lxxviiiHerodotus' Histories: https://bookshop.org/a/25626/9781400031146New Humanists is brought to you by the Ancient Language Institute: https://ancientlanguage.com/Links may have referral codes, which earn us a commission at no additional cost to you. We encourage you, when possible, to use Bookshop.org for your book purchases, an online bookstore which supports local bookstores.Music: Save Us Now by Shane Ivers - https://www.silvermansound.com

In this gripping episode of History Rage, host Paul Bavill is joined by historian and podcaster Dirk Hoffman-Becking to challenge one of the most pervasive myths about the Holy Roman Empire. Together, they dissect the infamous quip that it is "neither holy, nor Roman, nor an empire," revealing the rich and complex history that contradicts this oversimplification. Unraveling the Myth:- Dirk passionately argues against the misconception that the Holy Roman Empire was irrelevant, highlighting its significance as a political institution that lasted for over a millennium and shaped the course of European history.The Role of the Emperor:- Explore the pivotal role of emperors like Charlemagne and Otto I in the development of medieval Christianity and the reform of the Church, showcasing how they were integral to the spiritual and political landscape of Europe.A Holy Institution:- Discover how the concept of 'holiness' was intertwined with the empire's legitimacy, as emperors took on the mantle of spiritual leadership during a time of significant church reform. Roman Legacies:- Delve into the Roman influences that permeated the empire, from legal frameworks to architectural styles, and understand how these connections shaped the identity of the Holy Roman Empire. Challenges of Power:- Dirk discusses the intricate balance of power between the emperor and the pope, revealing the tensions that arose and the consequences of their conflicts for the empire's stability. Join us as we navigate the intricacies of the Holy Roman Empire, dispelling myths and illuminating the historical truths that deserve recognition. For more insights from Dirk, don't miss his podcast, The History of the Germans, available on all major platforms and at www.historyofthegermans.comFollow Dirk on social media: Instagram at @history_of_the_germans and on Bluesky at @hotgpod. Support History Rage:If you're enjoying this episode, consider joining the 'Angry Mob' on Patreon at patreon.com/historyrage for exclusive content, early access, and the iconic History Rage mug.Follow the Rage:- Twitter: @HistoryRage- Instagram: @historyrage- Facebook: History Rage From all of us at History Rage, stay curious, stay passionate, and most importantly, stay angry! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this and the next episode, I want to look beyond the legend of Charlemagne to find the real man and his achievements and failings. His legend has made him into a symbol of power and authority as well as a figurehead for the cause of European integration. But it shouldn't be forgotten that after his death, his empire quickly broke up and his accomplishments were shown to be hollow. So, what is the truth about him? Let's find out.For a free ebook, maps and blogs check out my website nickholmesauthor.comFind my latest book, Justinian's Empire, on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk. For German listeners, find the German translation of the first book in my series on the 'Fall of the Roman Empire', Die römische Revolution, on Amazon.de. Finally check out my new YouTube videos on the fall of the Roman Empire.

Meet my friends, Clay Travis and Buck Sexton! If you love Verdict, the Clay Travis and Buck Sexton Show might also be in your audio wheelhouse. Politics, news analysis, and some pop culture and comedy thrown in too. Here’s a sample episode recapping four Tuesday takeaways. Give the guys a listen and then follow and subscribe wherever you get your podcasts. Useless UN A sharp critique of the United Nations General Assembly in New York City, highlighting the traffic chaos and questioning why the UN remains in Manhattan instead of a less disruptive location. The hosts then pivot to Donald Trump’s bold remarks at the UN, where he dismissed climate change alarmism and called out global elites. The conversation shifts to the mainstream media’s fading obsession with climate change, referencing a recent New York Times piece asking why the issue has “vanished” from public discourse. Clay and Buck also tackle the Ukraine war fatigue, noting the disappearance of Ukraine flags and waning liberal enthusiasm for the conflict. Next, the hosts take aim at YouTube’s admission of COVID-era censorship, exposing how the platform silenced voices that ultimately proved correct on masking and pandemic policies. This leads to a broader discussion on Big Tech’s role in shaping narratives and stifling dissent. Kamala Catastrophe Kamala Harris’s new book tour for 107 Days and her disastrous past interview moments, including the infamous “not a thing I would have done differently” answer about the Biden administration. The hosts analyze why this response reinforced perceptions of Harris as unprepared and politically tone-deaf, and they debate what her future in the Democratic Party looks like heading into 2026. They Will Do It Again Big Tech censorship and free speech. Clay and Buck focus on explosive revelations that YouTube admitted to suppressing conservative voices at the request of the Biden administration during the COVID-19 pandemic. Clay shares firsthand experiences of demonetization and content removal for questioning mask mandates and vaccine policies—positions later validated by science. Buck underscores how these actions amounted to government-backed censorship, costing conservative media companies hundreds of millions of dollars and undermining open debate. The hosts criticize the Supreme Court’s failure to address this First Amendment violation, warning that these practices could return under future Democratic administrations. Additional segments highlight the contrast between the media’s outrage over Jimmy Kimmel’s brief suspension and its silence on systemic censorship by tech giants. Clay and Buck argue that while Kimmel missed four shows, countless conservative creators faced long-term suppression and financial harm. They also discuss algorithmic shadow-banning, the lingering effects of being placed on YouTube’s “naughty list,” and why online platforms now function as the modern public square. Shady Lady A deep look at the New Jersey governor’s race, where Democratic candidate Mikie Sherrill faces scrutiny over allegations of questionable stock trades. Clay and Buck break down reports that Sherrill’s net worth skyrocketed from a few million to roughly $12 million while serving in Congress, despite an annual salary of $174,000. They discuss her awkward response to Charlemagne tha God’s question about making $7 million in trades and explore the broader issue of insider trading in Congress, calling for mandatory blind trusts or index fund requirements to restore public trust. Make sure you never miss a second of the show by subscribing to the Clay Travis & Buck Sexton show podcast wherever you get your podcasts! ihr.fm/3InlkL8 For the latest updates from Clay and Buck: https://www.clayandbuck.com/ Connect with Clay Travis and Buck Sexton on Social Media: X - https://x.com/clayandbuck FB - https://www.facebook.com/ClayandBuck/ IG - https://www.instagram.com/clayandbuck/ YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/c/clayandbuck Rumble - https://rumble.com/c/ClayandBuck TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@clayandbuck YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@VerdictwithTedCruzSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

From the kitchens of medieval Europe to the orchards of Anglo-Saxon England, the apple became far more than just a fruit. It was medicine, it was myth, it was ritual. In part two of our apple series, John and Patrick explore how crab apples were pressed into sharp, sour verjuice to season everything from pigs' feet to plague remedies, how Anglo-Saxon charms and midwinter wassailing blended Christianity with ancient fertility rites, and how monks carried apple cuttings—and their spiritual symbolism—across the continent. From the orchard-cemeteries of St. Gall to the fruit catalogues of Charlemagne, apples became embedded in the medieval imagination. And just as they took root in law codes, legends, and royal gardens, they also crept into the realm of story—appearing in myths of archers, kings, and poisoned fruit. Join John and Patrick as they uncover how the humble apple became a cornerstone of medieval life, belief, and lore…----------In Sponsorship with J&K Fresh.The customs broker who is your fruit and veggies' personal bodyguard. Learn more here!-----------Join the History of Fresh Produce Club for ad-free listening, bonus episodes, book discounts and access to an exclusive chatroom community.Support us!Share this episode with your friendsGive a 5-star ratingWrite a review -----------Subscribe to our biweekly newsletter here for extra stories related to recent episodes, book recommendations, a sneak peek of upcoming episodes and more.-----------Instagram, TikTok, Threads:@historyoffreshproduceEmail: historyoffreshproduce@gmail.com

Lizzo's weight loss journey, Corey Feldman on DWTS, more Tyler Robinson info, body found in D4vd's Tesla identified, Dame Dash v. Charlemagne the God, Tony Romo sells Jessica Simpson's boat, and two new boring movie trailers. Drew is struggling with his MLB app. Tom Mazawey is on the case. Kerry Carpenter hit a BOMB last night… but the Detroit Tigers fall to the Cleveland Guardians. Corey Feldman was the highlight on Dancing with the Stars. We learn he has scoliosis. The body of a 15-year-old has been identified as the dismembered body in d4vd's Tesla. Tony Romo is finally selling that boat given to him by Jessica Simpson. Charlamagne tha God is called ‘gay' by Damon Dash. Stefon Diggs has knocked up Cardi B. Lizzo has lost some weight, but still seems huge. Ned Fulmer of The Try Guys is breaking up with his wife… but doing podcasts with her. South Park misses their deadline and the internet knows why. The Emmys actually had decent ratings. Derek Hough is no Billy Bush. OJ Simpson remains dead. Good. More and more info about Charlie Kirk's assassin is coming out. Matt Gutman found Tyler Robinson's letters to his lover ‘very touching'. Robinson loved furry porn. Jemele Hill has some hot takes. Jimmy Kimmel's comments may get him in FCC trouble. This girl is kicked out of school for her reaction. This guy is kicked out of school for his reaction. Even HGTV is getting Charlie Kirk blowback. Three police officers were murdered in Pennsylvania. Nursing home murder… with a 95-year-old perpetrator. Lock Her Up! Many students are cool with violence over speech. We check out trailers for a boring Bruce Springsteen film and a boring Sydney Sweeney film. If you'd like to help support the show… consider subscribing to our YouTube Channel, Facebook, Instagram and Twitter (Drew Lane, Marc Fellhauer, Trudi Daniels, Jim Bentley and BranDon).

In this episode, we explore how the Carolingians rose to become the dynasty that would claim to be the inheritors of Rome. For a free ebook, maps and blogs check out my website nickholmesauthor.comFind my latest book, Justinian's Empire, on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk. For German listeners, find the German translation of the first book in my series on the 'Fall of the Roman Empire', Die römische Revolution, on Amazon.de. Finally check out my new YouTube videos on the fall of the Roman Empire.

Thursday of the 22nd Week in Ordinary Time Saint of the Day: St. Rosalia; daughter of Sinibald, Lord of Roses and Quisquina, and a descendant of the great Charlemagne; lived much of her life alone in a cave; she practiced great mortifications and lived in constant communion with God; she died alone in 1160; her body was discovered several centuries later, in 1625, during the pontificate of Pope Urban VIII Office of Readings and Morning Prayer for 9/4/25 Gospel: Luke 5:1-11

Episode 991 (9:39) In this episode: Dcn. Brett preaches; Story about Charlemagne's funeral; All of us are aware in some way about our mortality; Distractions from the reality of our death and need to leave something that will last; Our identity can only be found in God My Website Podcast PageAll Previous Episodes

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مردی که با شمشیر، مذهب و سیاست، پایه‌های چیزی رو گذاشت که امروز بهش می‌گیم اروپا.متن: بهجت بندری، علی بندری | ویدیو و صدا: DASTAN GROUP - www.dastanads.comبرای دیدن ویدیوی این اپیزود اگر ایران هستید وی‌پی‌ان بزنید و روی لینک زیر کلیک کنیدیوتیوب بی‌پلاسکانال تلگرام بی‌پلاسمنابع و لینک‌هایی برای کنجکاوی بیشترThe Early Middle Ages, 284--1000: CharlemagneIntellectuals and the Court of CharlemagneCrisis of the CarolingiansEpisode 113 – Carolingian Decline | The History of ByzantiumThe Rest is History 520-521-522The Significance of the Coronation of CharlemagneCharlemagne and EuropeCharlemagne the Formation of a European Identity by Rosamond McKitterickEmperor Charlemagne_Nelson, Janet Laughland - King and emperor_ a new life of Charlemagne by Allen Lane (2019)The Legend of Charlemagne, the Franks, and Jerusalem before the First Crusade By Matthew GabrieleEmperor Charlemagne- Becoming Charlemagne Europe, Baghdad, and the Empires of A.D. 800 by Sypeck, Jeff زندگی شارلمانی، آینهارد، کاظم میقانی Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

This week The President of The United States of America and Tech Stuff Guy discuss Head of Labor Stats, Chuck Schumer, Charlemagne tha God, CNN, and more. The President also answers some questions from the Patreon Patriots. Check our next LIVE show at Grove 34 in Astoria, Queens on Thursday, August 7th at 8pm https://www.grove34.com/event-details/making-podcasts-great-again-live If you enjoy the show leave a rating and review on spotify or iTunes. Join the Patreon for hours of bonus content ⁠www.Patreon.com/MPGA Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Peter Wolf tells us some amazing stories, selfish Shannon Sharpe, Tom Brady hates parenting, Arkansas state park murderer caught, Virginia Giuffre's family v. Donald Trump, and Jim's Picks: Top 10 Black Rock and Rollers. Some people (Rolling Stone) are saying Carrie Underwood nailed Ozzy's Mama I'm Coming Home. Other people are saying it stunk. Some other people are saying Saturday Night Live is next on the chopping block. South Park's season premiere killed it in the ratings. It looks like they might be taking on Trump all season. Peter Wolf calls and we have phone issues. Hopefully he doesn't get mad at us like Dane Cook did. We FINALLY get him on the horn. Check out his new book, Waiting on the Moon. A new Bonerline. 2 Arkansas hikers were murdered in front of their children. Drew noticed a few odd things about him. The dentist that poisoned his wife is an interesting separated at birth... with BranDon. Shannon Sharpe is mad at ESPN for not holding onto the news that he has been fired. Chiefs OL Mitchell Schwartz takes a shot at Tom Brady after Tom's slight at Gisele about parenting. Martha Stewart takes a shot at Meghan Markle. Virginia Giuffre's family is mad that Trump is thinking of pardoning Ghislaine Maxwell. Charlemagne the God slammed the media for ignoring Bill Clinton's involvement with Jeffrey Epstein. Jim's Picks: Top 10 Black Rock and Rollers. If you'd like to help support the show… consider subscribing to our YouTube Channel, Facebook, Instagram and Twitter (Drew Lane, Marc Fellhauer, Trudi Daniels, Jim Bentley and BranDon).

Obama appears on his wife's podcast to address divorce rumors and says every man needs a gay friend. The PBD panel breaks down the body language, the backlash from Whoopi Goldberg and Charlemagne, and Obama's call for Democrats to toughen up ahead of the 2026 midterms.