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Captain America: an all-American superhero. Clad in red, white, and blue, he carries only a shield. And he fights only when he must. When it's right.But what happens when what's right isn't so clear? And how does a comic book hero designed to represent America's values survive in a changing world?Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy
Welcome to Le Hollandais, the most fashionable restaurant in town, where the food is divine and the clientele is dreadful! Meet Albert, a gangster with Michelin-star vulgarity, and his elegant wife, Georgina, who's desperately seeking a more palatable main course. She finds it in a quiet bookworm, and soon they're having their cake and eating it too, right under Albert's nose! What follows is a deliciously decadent tale of high fashion, haute cuisine, and hilariously unsubtle revenge. It's a visual feast where the only thing more shocking than the menu is the table manners. The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover (1989) Pray, draw back the heavy velvet curtain and step inside Le Hollandais, the kind of establishment where the decor is so ostentatiously opulent it borders on self-parody, and the food is so artfully constructed it seems a crime to actually eat it. This is not merely a restaurant; it is a theatre of consumption, a nightly opera of gluttony and grandeur, presided over by the stoic and endlessly patient French chef, Richard Borst. Each plate that emerges from his kitchen is a masterpiece, a testament to culinary genius. The tragedy, of course, is who gets to devour it. Enter, with all the subtlety of a foghorn in a library, the titular Thief: Albert Spica. A gangster of such profound and spectacular vulgarity, he makes a mockery of the very concept of refinement. Clad in suits that scream for attention and draped in gold thick enough to anchor a ship, Albert holds court every single night at his reserved table, the undisputed black hole of decorum in this universe of elegance. He doesn't so much dine as he performs, his booming voice ricocheting off the damask-lined walls as he pontificates on his own brilliance, bullies his sycophantic cronies, and tortures the staff with his boorish demands. He is a man who believes his wealth entitles him to treat the world as his personal spittoon, and Le Hollandais is his favourite target. And seated opposite him, a portrait of silent, simmering despair, is His Wife, Georgina. A creature of ethereal beauty and impeccable taste, she is as serene and elegant as her husband is brutish and loud. Trapped in a marriage that is less a partnership and more a hostage situation, Georgina endures Albert's nightly tirades with the grace of a marble statue. Her rebellion is a quiet one, expressed through her meticulously curated wardrobe—each outfit a masterpiece of high fashion, a silent scream of defiance against the ugliness that surrounds her. She floats through the restaurant, a ghost at the feast, her eyes starved not for food, but for a morsel of kindness, a sliver of intellect, a life less… Albert. One fateful evening, her gaze drifts past her husband's gesticulating form and lands upon a quiet man dining alone, absorbed in a book. This is Michael, Her Lover-to-be. He is everything Albert is not: gentle, learned, and capable of sitting still for more than five seconds. He reads, he eats with quiet appreciation, he exists without needing to suck all the oxygen from the room. To Georgina, he is not just a man; he is an escape hatch. A silent, smouldering glance is exchanged across the crowded room, a spark of conspiracy against the tyranny of bad taste. An affair is not just inevitable; it is a matter of aesthetic survival. And so begins one of the most audacious and absurd liaisons in cinematic history. With the tacit approval of the chef, Richard, who seems to believe that true love (or at least a desperate escape) is a cause worth risking his Michelin stars for, Georgina and Michael turn Le Hollandais into their personal playground. Their trysts are frantic, passionate, and hilariously brazen, conducted in every corner of the restaurant that isn't in Albert's direct line of sight. They find love in the cavernous, pristine kitchen amongst hanging pheasants and simmering pots. They embrace in the back of a lorry filled with rotting meat, the stench of decay a bizarre perfume for their blossoming romance. They even find refuge in the lavatories, a sanctuary of gleaming porcelain tiles. All the while, Albert sits just yards away, pontificating, stuffing his face, blissfully unaware that his wife is sampling a far more satisfying dish from the restaurant's à la carte menu of patrons. But such a delicious secret cannot be kept forever. Albert, for all his brutishness, possesses a gangster's low cunning. He begins to notice the lingering glances, the prolonged absences, the faint air of satisfaction about his wife that has nothing to do with the dessert trolley. His suspicion, once kindled, erupts into a volcanic rage. The discovery is brutal, swift, and horrifyingly inventive. Michael's sanctuary, his world of books, becomes his tomb. In an act of supreme cruelty, Albert's thugs force-feed the gentle scholar the pages of his favourite book before ending his life. This, Albert believes, is the end of the story. He is sorely mistaken. He has underestimated Georgina. The quiet, elegant statue has been shattered, and from the pieces emerges an avenging angel of haute couture. Her grief is not passive; it is a cold, hard, diamond-like fury. She seeks out the chef, Richard, not for comfort, but for collaboration. She has a recipe in mind, a final dish to be served to her husband—one that will ensure he finally gets what he deserves. The stage is set for a final, unforgettable confrontation where the main course is revenge, served ice-cold. It's a visual feast where the only thing more shocking than the menu is the final bill. Bon appétit! "Looks like catfood for constipated French rabbits!" Follow us on Twitter @rbritanniapod Thanks for listening Scott and Steven
"I wish I had 640 days to do this trip, not 64." Bali-based Stuart McDonald, founder of Travelfish, is 34 days into an ambitious two-month overland trip across 18 countries from his Bali home to Leeds in the UK. So, why is he doing it? What has he experienced en route? And what have been the finest discoveries of the journey so far? This week, Gary catches up with Stuart in Tashkent, the capital of Uzbekistan, to track back across his train and-bus route so far, which has taken him from Bali to Jakarta, Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, Laos, China, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan and Uzbekistan. Stuart describes the dramatic natural landscapes viewed from numerous train windows. He also tells compelling stories about his encounters with Chinese backpacking culture, entire mountains clad with solar panels, the lowering of a giant Lenin statue, an under-construction China-Central Asia railway, and the cultured urban delights of Almaty. We preview the anticipated highlights of the rest of the trip, including Tbilisi, Istanbul, Bucharest and Budapest, before a rapid dash to Paris to catch the Eurostar to London - and a connection to the journey's end: Leeds. A remarkable journey, which Stuart describes as "exhausting" and a "gruelling mission", but - overall - the "trip of a lifetime".
What happens when a woman rooted in animism and native traditions opens her heart to the forest around her — and finds something waiting in return? In this unforgettable and deeply mysterious episode, we sit down with Avery, a Portland native and Sauvie Island resident, who shares a lifetime of spiritual connection to nature — culminating in a vivid and startling nighttime visitation from two juvenile Sasquatch. Clad in clothes, with wispy black hair and round black eyes, these beings didn't just appear in a dream — they left an emotional imprint too real to ignore. We explore glowing blue orbs over the Columbia River, the energy of ancestral land, and what it means when the forest answers back. This one goes beyond physical encounters — into the dream realms where the wild still watches.
Shannon Warr, owner of Clad & Cloth, joins me to talk about the lifecycle of Clad & Cloth, all the ups and downs. And now the revival of her brand and store is coming back! Follow Clad & Cloth on Instagram and Tik Tok to follow the docuseries Shannon is releasing.
Albuquerque brothers, 7 & 9, caught on Drone cam, wielding a loaded gun in a heart-pounding standoff with police; Parents facing charges! A son shoots his mom in the face with a crossbow because he reportedly "lost his sh*t over his cat." Plus, a disgusting delivery by an Amazon worker & the 'Prime' crime was caught on camera. Jennifer Gould reports. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Kent Monkman is one of the most vital and provocative voices in contemporary painting. Based between Toronto and New York, and a member of the Fisher River Cree Nation in Treaty 5 Territory, Monkman is known for his epic, genre-bending canvases that challenge dominant historical narratives and reframe them through Indigenous and queer perspectives. Monkman has developed a distinctive visual language that subverts classical European art traditions—particularly those of 19th-century and 20th-century history painting—to expose the distortions and omissions of colonial narratives. His work blends these European conventions with Indigenous histories, recontextualizing colonization while exploring themes of resilience, sexuality, joy, and identity. At the center of many of these works is Miss Chief Eagle Testickle, Monkman's time-traveling alter ego. Clad in high heels, Miss Chief operates as both a trickster figure and a witness to colonial encounters, embodying Indigenous worldviews and queering history in a way that destabilizes settler-colonial perspectives. Through Miss Chief, Monkman reimagines historical events, placing Indigenous presence and agency at the forefront. Monkman's large-scale commissions include mistikôsiwak (Wooden Boat People), a pair of monumental paintings created for the Metropolitan Museum of Art in 2019, which directly confronted the institution's colonial legacies. His work has been exhibited in major museums across North America and Europe, and is part of significant public and private collections. As his first major U.S. museum exhibition, "History is Painted by the Victors," opens at the Denver Art Museum, Monkman joined me to reflect on the road to this moment—a journey that spans decades of challenging entrenched narratives in Western art history. We spoke about how growing up in Winnipeg, amidst the complexities of Indigenous representation in Canadian institutions, shaped his relationship to museums; how painting serves as both a political tool and a personal method for processing historical trauma; and the collaborative energy that fuels his expansive studio practice.
Kent Monkman is one of the most vital and provocative voices in contemporary painting. Based between Toronto and New York, and a member of the Fisher River Cree Nation in Treaty 5 Territory, Monkman is known for his epic, genre-bending canvases that challenge dominant historical narratives and reframe them through Indigenous and queer perspectives. Monkman has developed a distinctive visual language that subverts classical European art traditions—particularly those of 19th-century and 20th-century history painting—to expose the distortions and omissions of colonial narratives. His work blends these European conventions with Indigenous histories, recontextualizing colonization while exploring themes of resilience, sexuality, joy, and identity. At the center of many of these works is Miss Chief Eagle Testickle, Monkman's time-traveling alter ego. Clad in high heels, Miss Chief operates as both a trickster figure and a witness to colonial encounters, embodying Indigenous worldviews and queering history in a way that destabilizes settler-colonial perspectives. Through Miss Chief, Monkman reimagines historical events, placing Indigenous presence and agency at the forefront. Monkman's large-scale commissions include mistikôsiwak (Wooden Boat People), a pair of monumental paintings created for the Metropolitan Museum of Art in 2019, which directly confronted the institution's colonial legacies. His work has been exhibited in major museums across North America and Europe, and is part of significant public and private collections. As his first major U.S. museum exhibition, "History is Painted by the Victors," opens at the Denver Art Museum, Monkman joined me to reflect on the road to this moment—a journey that spans decades of challenging entrenched narratives in Western art history. We spoke about how growing up in Winnipeg, amidst the complexities of Indigenous representation in Canadian institutions, shaped his relationship to museums; how painting serves as both a political tool and a personal method for processing historical trauma; and the collaborative energy that fuels his expansive studio practice.
In the fifth episode of season 4, guest host Faryal Popal, LMFT, Doctor of Behavioral Health (DBH) program student at Cummings Graduate Institute for Behavioral Health Studies (CGI), sits down with Jes Aced, BA, EdSpec-MM, CLAD, AAAS, ELAE to explore how schools are uniquely positioned to address the complex relationship between teen mental health and social media use. Together, they discuss strategies educators can implement to support students navigating digital spaces, as well as innovative approaches for integrating mental health practices into classrooms. The conversation highlights the importance of collaborative efforts between educators, mental health professionals, and families in building resilience and emotional well-being among adolescents. Tune in to learn how an integrated care model can transform the future of youth mental health in education.About the Special Host:Faryal Popal, LMFT, began her academic journey at California State University, East Bay, in 2005, earning a bachelor's degree in psychology in 2009. She then pursued a Master's in Marriage and Family Therapy, which she completed in 2011. Since then, she has been dedicated to the mental health field, providing therapeutic services and advocating for comprehensive mental health support. Faryal began her career at Union City Youth and Family Services, working with families, children, and court-mandated youth. She later transitioned to school-based mental health, focusing on delivering counseling services, consulting with educators, and supporting families in East San Jose. In her current role at Campbell Union School District, she serves as a Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist (LMFT) and an integral member of the IEP team, collaborating to develop treatment goals that align with students' educational plans while providing crisis intervention. As a member of the District Crisis Team, she plays a critical role in responding to crises, including suicide and homicide risk assessments. Additionally, she provides training to administrators and staff on suicide prevention protocols. She remains actively engaged in improving mental health services within the district, working alongside leadership to implement strategies that enhance student well-being. In addition to her extensive experience, she is trained in Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing (EMDR) and is a certified Parent Project Facilitator.About the Guest:Jes Aced, BA, EdSpec-MM, CLAD, AAAS, ELAE, as an experienced educator dedicated to creating equitable opportunities for all learners, I have built my career advocating for accessible and inclusive learning environments. My work centers on empowering students by ensuring the curriculum is accessible to those with learning disabilities, integrating innovative teaching strategies, and utilizing tools such as speech-to-text and other assistive technologies to support diverse learning needs. I have witnessed the profound influence of social media on the mental health of teens, particularly those navigating depression. By fostering healthy boundaries and promoting collaboration between schools and families, I aim to equip students with the skills to thoughtfully navigate the complexities of technology and digital spaces. My perspective as an educator is enriched by my lived experience as a neurodivergent individual. Managing ADHD, dyslexia, and auditory and gross motor processing disorders has given me a unique understanding of the challenges students face in today's educational landscape. Growing up with the support of an Individualized Education Program (IEP) in the public education system sparked my passion for advocacy and innovation. These experiences drive my commitment to contributing to meaningful conversations about supporting neurodivergent individuals and addressing the evolving challenges faced by today's youth.
Missy Bevers, a mother, wife, and beloved fitness instructor, is attacked by someone who left the murder weapon behind, was caught on camera and whose car was potentially seen nearby the crime scene driving erratically…. And yet Despite all the evidence, the killer has never been identified, and as a result almost 9 years later…the case remains unsolved.
Clad in a big, bulky menswear suit, “Julia” Mozhdeh Rahmanzaei stomps around the stage at the Theater off Jackson in Seattle’s Chinatown International District. She glares over a fake beard, holding audience members’ gazes, and shakes the program for this very play in one hand. The actor and playwright is channeling the censorship she experienced in her home country of Iran. As a young artist in Tehran, her theater work repeatedly ran up against the strict rules of government monitors – who shut down several of her shows, including her master’s thesis and performance, which discussed limitations of physical performance for women actors. Julia left Iran three and a half years ago to study for a Masters of Fine Arts in Acting at the University of Washington. In Seattle, she’s acted in several local productions, including “The Moors” at the University of Washington and “The Forgotten History of Mastaneh,” at Taproot Theater and Seattle Public Theater. This weekend is the debut of her autobiographical solo show, called, “I am an Actress, Where is my Country?” It traces her struggle to express herself under Iran’s repressive theocratic regime – and find her place both legally and as an artist in the U.S. Libby Denkmann sat down with Julia Rahmanzaei and director and dramaturge Leah Adcock-Starr during rehearsals this week. Guests: Julia Rahmanzaei, actor and writer for "I am an Actress, Where is my Country?" Leah Adcock-Starr, director and dramaturge Related Links: I am an Actress, Where is my Country? - Theatre Off Jackson Thank you to the supporters of KUOW. You help make this show possible! If you want to help out, go to kuow.org/donate/soundsidenotes. Soundside is a production of KUOW in Seattle, a proud member of the NPR Network.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Clad in our classiest Killik silks, we walk the wax carpet for the gala that's even goofier than the Golden Globes... the 4th Annual Lowie Awards! Join us Joiners in raising a collectible McDonald's Batman Forever glass to toast the pop culture from the year of our lord Two Thousand and Twenty Four, not to mention our Lord Nyax, Emperox of Bad Boys...
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For two decades, a shadowy figure haunted the forests of Maules, Switzerland. Clad in a tattered military-style coat and an eerie gas mask, Le Loyon—also known as The Ghost of Maules—became a living legend. Who was this silent wanderer, and what compelled him to stalk the woods in obscurity?In this chilling episode of My Dark Path, host MF Thomas embarks on a journey to uncover the truth behind one of Europe's strangest modern mysteries. From eerie first-hand accounts to a haunting photograph that ignited a media frenzy, the tale of Le Loyon blurs the line between folklore, paranoia, and the unknown. Was he merely an eccentric recluse? A fugitive in disguise? Or something far more unsettling?Through gripping historical parallels—including the bizarre disguises of fugitive Robert Durst, the decades-long isolation of WWII holdout Hiroo Onoda, and the outlandish stunts of Timothy Dexter—this episode explores the psychology of those who vanish into the shadows.And then, there's the final revelation—the cryptic farewell letter from Le Loyon himself. Did he truly disappear, or was he forced into the darkness by those who knew more than they admitted?Step into the mist-shrouded woods and walk a dark path as we unravel the legend of Switzerland's most enigmatic phantom.https://www.mydarkpath.com/70-le-loyonRead MF Thomas' novels Like Clockwork https://amzn.to/417lOzyArcade https://amzn.to/4aTpisxA Sickness in Time https://amzn.to/41apSPKSeeing by Moonlight ...
You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakening App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com Step into the enchanting world of "Shadows of Desire," where the night is alive with mystery and the promise of passion awaits. Meet Alice, a painfully shy woman who dreads the thought of attending a lavish fancy dress party. Clad in an elegant yet modest costume, she feels out of place among the vibrant crowd.But as the evening unfolds and the drinks begin to flow, Alice discovers a newfound sense of courage, igniting a spark within her that she never knew existed.In the dimly lit corners of the party, she catches the eye of a captivating older man, his presence both commanding and alluring. Drawn together by an undeniable chemistry, they slip away from the bustling crowd into the shadows, where inhibitions fade and desires come alive.Join Alice on her intimate adventure as she explores the depths of her sensuality, guided by the warm embrace of passion and the thrill of the unknown. In this tantalizing tale, discover how one night can change everything, leading to unforgettable encounters that awaken the senses and unleash hidden fantasies.Dive into "Shadows of Desire" and lose yourself in a story that celebrates the beauty of transformation, the allure of connection, and the intoxicating power of surrender. Will Alice embrace her desires and step into the light of her true self? Find out in this captivating erotic journey that will leave you breathless and yearning for more.
Clad in my bucket hat, saltwater dripping from day-old braids, I make Sean follow me outside for a celebratory photo. “You want a picture of the pie here?” he asks, slightly incredulous as I try to balance the melting treat on uneven gravel. It's heavier than you'd expect.“Yes,” I reply. “My key lime pie in our keys campsite!”Later he sends the picture to his mom. She says it looks delicious—and it is.Let vacation begin.I can't get over the view from our bed. I take entirely too many photos (Future Me will have a problem cleaning them out) trying to capture the awe—sun-bright awe—that my house is parked in a place like this. My backyard is a rocky shoreline. My kitchen rustles with an ocean breeze. My eyes can't drink it all in.Our campsite is Scout's dream, too. No matter where she is—claiming her yellow lawn chair, curled in the front cab, sprawled on our bed—she is immersed in fresh air.We breathe deeply, all three of us.“What a faith-in-humanity moment,” I say to Sean, finally unclenching my jaw.Shortly after we arrived at Bahia Honda State Park, an off-leash golden retriever barreled into our campsite. Sean tried to intercept while a boy looked on from the road. “Please get your dog!” I hollered, darting to my left to match the creature's swerve.The boy's mother appeared at a leisurely stroll. “She's friendly! She's really friendly,” promised this woman I'd never met (and had no reason to trust).“My dog's been attacked before and isn't,” I called. “Yours can't be in our site.”The next minute blurs a little, even in such recent memory. I know I body blocked the retriever again while her owner tried to attach the leash. Finally, oversized adolescent paws scratching my thighs, we succeeded.“She's only eight months old,” the woman said, a bit pleadingly.I felt myself flush. Scout had done well—only barked once, stayed lying down on her blanket, knew her humans would handle it—but this was not how I envisioned the start of our vacation. My voice had an edge: “That's not an excuse.”“I'm not making excuses,” the other owner half-snarled before stomping away. “I'm sorry.”I could feel my heartbeat in my fingertips. Sean hugged me; Scout asked to play; we tried to move on. Then I realized the woman and her dog and her son were our immediate next-door neighbors.Then I realized they were also the campground hosts.Is this a bad sitcom? I texted my mom, venting frustration. It is not encouraging when the people in charge of a shared space's rules (like, you know, keeping your dog on a leash and under control) are the very ones violating them.I buzzed with anxiety until, as Sean removed a raw neck bone from the freezer for Scout and I started thinking about our own dinner, the off-leash-neighbor-campground-host family again appeared in our site. Sans dog this time.The woman had a special treat for our heeler. Her husband offered a soft handshake. Their boy rode a bright bicycle. I've never received such a sincere apology—I've never witnessed, so clearly, the results of a stranger pausing to consider their impact after the fact.“That must have been so scary for you,” she said simply.“Thank you,” I replied, meaning it.Their dog never ran at us again.It is not uncommon for people to comment on our campsite as they walk by. They like the van's bright color; they love when Scout curls in a lawn chair of her own. (For introverts, we certainly aren't inconspicuous.)This morning a woman with arms of tattoos asks if our dog's name is Macaroni. What? She clarifies with a grin: Then we could refer to her and the van, together, as “macaroni and cheese”.Sean and I burst into laughs as she walks away, equal parts bemused and delighted. “That's near the top of the ‘best comment ever' list,” I declare. He agrees.I have worked ahead—client work, the stuff that pays part of our bills—so I can avoid email and Webflow and Canva here on the ocean's edge. It feels wrong to be lit by a computer screen when I could be lit by the sun.My Kindle's glow is different. I read three books in three days: lying on our bed, sitting under blue sky, stroking Scout's fur. I read in my head while walking to the bathroom building (a few neighbors look on, confused) and aloud to Sean while he cooks breakfast (pancakes, mostly) and under my breath as the evening colors fade.I wanted to live inside a book, wrote Ann Hood in her Morningstar memoir. How lucky I am to do just that.I am still damp with saltwater. Sand coats my feet—more determined than I after two rounds of attempted toweling—and I realize I don't even mind that our rug is a noticeably different color than it was two months ago.This is pure luxury, I think. Lavender lotion on gently tanned skin after a day of fresh air. What more could anyone need?I choose a postcard with a cactus—Organ Pipe National Monument—even though the landscape is nothing like our current humid world. I'm drawn to the simple shapes. I want to think simple thoughts.Next to me Sean hand-solves a calculus problem his boss sent him “just for fun”.Is this balance?I sit, cross-legged, at the edge of our bed. My face meets the breeze. I can see more of the sky if I crane my neck forward, and I let my eyes adjust—I know, from two nights of sleeping with the back doors open, exactly where Orion's belt will appear.Sean brings me decaf dark roast with whipped cream. As I lean against the foot of the bed, legs toward our pillows to ensure the best sunset view, Scout sprawls to my right. “Can you get my phone?” I call to the front of the van. “I just need the camera. To capture this moment.”This evening world is so quiet. I'm nearly done reading The Darkness Manifesto, and I'm not sure I've ever felt so excited for the night—for the bats, for the stars, for the sounds. For the stretching increments between “last light” and “full dark”.For my newfound ability to appreciate them.I painted my toenails when I was in Wisconsin, while my niece napped and wouldn't ask to make her own mess with the bottle. Now the bright-orange squares peek above the water—satisfying contrast against an impossibly blue backdrop—as I float in gentle waves.I'm not sure how long I lie there. (Sean tells me I'm lucky to float; he, too dense, always sinks.) I feel dizzy when I climb back on shore, struggling to reconcile the firm sand with the water's give.It's not a problem. I just wade back out.Scout tries to eat the cucumbers off my eyes. How can I expect her to understand food that is not food? I laugh so hard I snort; she wags back hopefully.“You're an idiot,” Sean and I tell her, often. The words mean so many other things: you are perfect, you bring us joy, we love you more than anything.I never want her to change.We are on this jog for a stupid reason: I saw a sculpted woman on the rocks late this morning and felt, crushingly, that I was not enough like her. Jiggly, I asserted to Sean, pointing at my triceps. He sighed. “Please don't say ridiculous things.”But now that we're moving—feet brushing cracked pavement, shoulders sweating in humid air—I don't feel “jiggly” at all. I feel strong. I feel chastised. I feel so damn lucky to watch the sun dip behind the water's edge.We detour to the sandy beach when we're done. I sprint to the edge, trust fall in the water, nearly forget to close my eyes before diving under each wave. We stay, quietly—nothing needs to be said—until Sean is shivering and we cave to the promise of homemade ramen in the van.I eat a huge bowl.I pick my way around hermit crabs—too many to count—with a lawn chair draped over my shoulder. We are finally heading to the shallow bay we keep walking by, the one tucked along the road with a view of the old railroad bridge, for sunset. (And civil twilight. Maybe nautical and astronomical, too, if thoughts of Scout snuggling by herself don't call us sooner to bed.)The clouds put on less of a show than they did last night—we watched yesterday's sunset from the van's front windshield on our way to the dump station for a gray tank emergency—but somehow the evening is still more beautiful than I imagined. I inhale. An osprey squawks, perches on the sandbar a dozen feet to our left. Each passing moment reveals a new star.I stop trying to chase my anxiety away and instead invite it to sit with us, share our snacks, sip from Sean's thermos of decaf with cream. I sing “Of Love and Life” in my head. The song sticks with me all night, even after we've waded back to shore (without stepping on a single sea creature) and crept to camp in the dark. I sing it to Sean and Scout as we pile atop each other in bed.“Hear me out, take your time, watch the setting sunTake your hands out of your pockets, feel the water runDon't worry about tomorrowAnd yesterday is gone”Sometimes a stranger's poetry seems written just for you.Sean and I walk through the small restaurant's door. Old-school entrée photos obscure the walls, captioned in Spanish; I feel a bit sheepish when the cooks' replace their background chatter with “do you need an English menu?” as we reach the front of the line.It's a glorious day: pure sun, eighty degrees, shallow blue-green ocean on each side of the highway. Melancholy laced the morning as I thought about leaving the keys. We'll be back soon (an incredible delight) but I've always struggled with endings—even the simple ones.All that messiness dissipates with my first bite of tamale. We pass our Cuban coffee back and forth across the picnic table, Sean's gentle grin—the soft one, the one that reminds me of his shyer college self—igniting my own. After this we have more local cafes to visit as we make our way toward Homestead (where home for the night will be a dingy Cracker Barrel parking lot). “A restaurant crawl,” Sean proposed before we left our campsite, doing what he always does.“Thank you,” I say now. “For making today feel more like an adventure than a goodbye.” Get full access to Paws and Reflect at www.pawsandreflect.blog/subscribe
In this episode, Paul will talk about Metal-Clad Cable and Bundling of Multiconductor Cables as they apply to the adjustment factors in 310.15(C)(1).Listen as Paul Abernathy, CEO, and Founder of Electrical Code Academy, Inc., the leading electrical educator in the country, discusses electrical code, electrical trade, and electrical business-related topics to help electricians maximize their knowledge and industry investment.If you are looking to learn more about the National Electrical Code, for electrical exam preparation, or to better your knowledge of the NEC then visits https://fasttraxsystem.com for all the electrical code training you will ever need by the leading electrical educator in the country with the best NEC learning program on the planet.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/master-the-nec-podcast--1083733/support.
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On this episode of JHLT: The Podcast, the Digital Media Editors invite lead author Chung-Wai Chow, MD, PhD, FRCPC, to discuss the paper, “Pollution exposure in the first 3 months post transplant is associated with lower baseline FEV1 and higher CLAD risk.” Dr. Chow is a transplant pulmonologist and clinician scientist at the University of Toronto, with work focusing on investigating air pollution's impact on chronic lung diseases and developing improved methods to assess lung function. The episode explores: Measurement methods for home and personal air pollution exposures Specific pollutants like black carbon and their effects on patients after lung transplant Practical advice for mitigating these effects For the latest studies from JHLT, visit www.jhltonline.org/current, or, if you're an ISHLT member, access your Journal membership at www.ishlt.org/jhlt. Those on heart transplant teams should tune in again later this month for a Scandinavian study that performs long-term follow ups with patients on the nephrotoxic effects of CNIs. Don't already get the Journal and want to read along? Join the International Society of Heart and Lung Transplantation at www.ishlt.org for a free subscription, or subscribe today at www.jhltonline.org.
Listen as Paul Abernathy, CEO, and Founder of Electrical Code Academy, Inc., the leading electrical educator in the country, discusses electrical code, electrical trade, and electrical business-related topics to help electricians maximize their knowledge and industry investment.In this episode, Paul will talk about the misinformation that circles around about conductor slippage in Metal-Clad Cable and how many believe, engineers included, believe 300.19(A) has something to do with cables, such as MC Cable. So, on this episode we break it down for you so hope you enjoy it.If you are looking to learn more about the National Electrical Code, for electrical exam preparation, or to better your knowledge of the NEC then visits https://fasttraxsystem.com for all the electrical code training you will ever need by the leading electrical educator in the country with the best NEC learning program on the planet.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/master-the-nec-podcast--1083733/support.
Listen as Paul Abernathy, CEO, and Founder of Electrical Code Academy, Inc., the leading electrical educator in the country, discusses electrical code, electrical trade, and electrical business-related topics to help electricians maximize their knowledge and industry investment.In this episode, Paul will talk about the misinformation that circles around about conductor slippage in Metal-Clad Cable and how many believe, engineers included, believe 300.19(A) has something to do with cables, such as MC Cable. So, on this episode we break it down for you so hope you enjoy it.If you are looking to learn more about the National Electrical Code, for electrical exam preparation, or to better your knowledge of the NEC then visits https://fasttraxsystem.com for all the electrical code training you will ever need by the leading electrical educator in the country with the best NEC learning program on the planet.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/electrify-electrician-podcast--4131858/support.
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Today we have the following question:A job site that we are on recently had the roof drains improperly opened and the MC that was installed got wet. I've recently heard the podcast where this was the topic in question, but for Type NM cable. Is the affected MC ok to remain or should it be replaced?Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/master-the-nec-podcast--1083733/support.
Another current listening episode! We discuss the music we've been listening to, why we are listening to these artists, and the stories around why they are hitting us hard. Nine Inch Nails, Genghis Tron, Fen Walker, Lorde, MC Breed, Cold Sanctum, Blood Incantation, Coil, D.B.C., and more are discussed. We each share a song that we've been vibing with as well. -------------------- Hosts: Jason Walton and Nick Wusz. "I Hate Music" theme by Marius Sjoli. I Hate Music image by Jori Apedaile. Produced by Jason Walton for Earth in Sound Productions. -------------------- Support the podcast by becoming a Patreon member here: IHM Patreon Follow us on socials, donate to support the podcast, listen to our playlist on Spotify, and visit us online: I Hate Music Linktree Email and listener suggestions to: hate.pod.music@gmail.com #ihatemusicpodcast **I Hate Music is an Earth in Sound Production**
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Xavier peddles his brand, a marketer of peace, x marking the spot around the world. Hope haunts his efforts, a red phoenix at the end of all things. Clad in white leather, a potential avatar enters the scene. The pieces begin to fall. And the author lies for the sake of cheap thrills. "...I wonder if we have any control over our destinies, or if we are just biomass manipulated by an intelligent evolutionary process itself."
Pastor Anthony Uvenio discusses the reality of spiritual warfare and the importance of believers putting on the armor of God to stand firm against evil. They emphasize the power of opposition faced by Christians and the need for dependence on God's strength. Pastor Anthony cautions against complacency and stresses the responsibility of actively engaging in the spiritual battle. They highlight the significance of recognizing weaknesses and relying on Christ for salvation. # The Armor of God: Equipping for Spiritual Warfare In a world that often prioritizes the physical and visible, the concept of spiritual warfare might seem distant or even irrelevant. However, as believers, we are called to recognize and engage in the battle that rages beyond what our eyes can see. This battle isn't against flesh and blood but against rulers, authorities, and cosmic powers of darkness. It's a spiritual struggle requiring not worldly weapons but the full armor of God. ## Understanding the Battle Ephesians 6:10-20 serves as a crucial text in understanding this spiritual warfare. It instructs us to "be strong in the Lord and in the strength of his might." This passage vividly details the armor of God, including the belt of truth, the breastplate of righteousness, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. These elements are not just metaphorical; they are essential tools for defending ourselves against spiritual deception and harm. ### The Reality of Spiritual Forces In a materialistic age, the existence of anything beyond the physical is often dismissed. Critics demand physical proof of spiritual realities, yet they readily use their immaterial minds to argue against the existence of the immaterial. This contradiction highlights a significant oversight in their reasoning. If we accept that our minds can conceive immaterial thoughts and utilize immaterial laws of logic, how then can we deny the existence of spiritual realities? ## The Armor and Its Significance Each piece of the armor of God has a specific role. The belt of truth combats the lies and deceptions of the enemy. The breastplate of righteousness protects our hearts, the seat of our emotions and desires, from the allure of sin. The shoes of readiness ground us in the gospel of peace, helping us stand firm. The shield of faith deflects the fiery darts of doubt and accusation thrown by the enemy. The helmet of salvation protects our minds, the battleground where many spiritual wars are won or lost. Lastly, the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God, is our offensive weapon, capable of cutting through deception and doubt to reveal the truth and convict the hearts. ## Engaging in the Battle Taking up this armor requires more than a passive stance. It calls for active engagement in the spiritual realm through prayer, scripture reading, and community with other believers. It's about making conscious choices every day to live out the truth of the gospel, to uphold righteousness, and to propagate the faith amidst a world often hostile to such ideals. ## Conclusion: Clad in the Armor, Prepared for Victory As we face the complexities and challenges of life, let us remember that our battles are not just against visible troubles but against spiritual forces that seek our downfall. Clad in the armor of God, let us stand firm, not in our strength but in the might of the Lord. It is He who fights for us, who equips us, and who leads us into victory. Let us then move forward, not in fear but in faith, fully equipped for the spiritual warfare that lies before us. www.ReformedRookie.com Podcast: https://anchor.fm/reformedrookie Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TheReformedRookie Twitter: https://twitter.com/NYapologist Semper Reformanda
Pastor Anthony Uvenio discusses the reality of spiritual warfare and the importance of believers putting on the armor of God to stand firm against evil. They emphasize the power of opposition faced by Christians and the need for dependence on God's strength. Pastor Anthony cautions against complacency and stresses the responsibility of actively engaging in the spiritual battle. They highlight the significance of recognizing weaknesses and relying on Christ for salvation. # The Armor of God: Equipping for Spiritual Warfare In a world that often prioritizes the physical and visible, the concept of spiritual warfare might seem distant or even irrelevant. However, as believers, we are called to recognize and engage in the battle that rages beyond what our eyes can see. This battle isn't against flesh and blood but against rulers, authorities, and cosmic powers of darkness. It's a spiritual struggle requiring not worldly weapons but the full armor of God. ## Understanding the Battle Ephesians 6:10-20 serves as a crucial text in understanding this spiritual warfare. It instructs us to "be strong in the Lord and in the strength of his might." This passage vividly details the armor of God, including the belt of truth, the breastplate of righteousness, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. These elements are not just metaphorical; they are essential tools for defending ourselves against spiritual deception and harm. ### The Reality of Spiritual Forces In a materialistic age, the existence of anything beyond the physical is often dismissed. Critics demand physical proof of spiritual realities, yet they readily use their immaterial minds to argue against the existence of the immaterial. This contradiction highlights a significant oversight in their reasoning. If we accept that our minds can conceive immaterial thoughts and utilize immaterial laws of logic, how then can we deny the existence of spiritual realities? ## The Armor and Its Significance Each piece of the armor of God has a specific role. The belt of truth combats the lies and deceptions of the enemy. The breastplate of righteousness protects our hearts, the seat of our emotions and desires, from the allure of sin. The shoes of readiness ground us in the gospel of peace, helping us stand firm. The shield of faith deflects the fiery darts of doubt and accusation thrown by the enemy. The helmet of salvation protects our minds, the battleground where many spiritual wars are won or lost. Lastly, the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God, is our offensive weapon, capable of cutting through deception and doubt to reveal the truth and convict the hearts. ## Engaging in the Battle Taking up this armor requires more than a passive stance. It calls for active engagement in the spiritual realm through prayer, scripture reading, and community with other believers. It's about making conscious choices every day to live out the truth of the gospel, to uphold righteousness, and to propagate the faith amidst a world often hostile to such ideals. ## Conclusion: Clad in the Armor, Prepared for Victory As we face the complexities and challenges of life, let us remember that our battles are not just against visible troubles but against spiritual forces that seek our downfall. Clad in the armor of God, let us stand firm, not in our strength but in the might of the Lord. It is He who fights for us, who equips us, and who leads us into victory. Let us then move forward, not in fear but in faith, fully equipped for the spiritual warfare that lies before us. www.ReformedRookie.com Podcast: https://anchor.fm/reformedrookie Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TheReformedRookie Twitter: https://twitter.com/NYapologist Semper Reformanda
Https://www.patreon.com/isyanderandkoda You already know how to please the Machine Gods at this point so thank you so much. And make your voices heard for which faction you would like to see next! -Isyander Everything below is for the omnissiah. But like, you can read it if you want. Just a synopsis of the video you're watching. The Minotaurs are a renowned and enigmatic Space Marine Chapter in the Warhammer 40,000 universe, characterized by their brutal efficiency, fierce loyalty to the High Lords of Terra, and mysterious origins. Their history is largely obscured, with much of their early records either classified or lost.Led by the formidable Chapter Master Asterion Moloc, the Minotaurs are known for their strategic brilliance and relentless ferocity in battle. Moloc wields the Black Spear, a powerful Relic Blade with a deadly single-shot laser, said to have once been wielded by the Adeptus Custodes. Clad in Tartaros Pattern Terminator Armor, Moloc is a fearsome warrior whose numerous survivals of near-fatal incidents have led to speculation that the name "Asterion Moloc" might be a legacy title passed down along with engrammatically enforced memories and personality traits.The Minotaurs' base of operations is the Daedelos Krata, a massive warship that has played a significant role in various campaigns, such as the Badab War and the Amarah Void Battle. This heavily armed vessel serves as their command center and is equipped with bombardment cannons, teleportariums, and a cadre of Contemptor Pattern Dreadnoughts, known as the Hecaton. Within the ship's maze-like chambers lies the brazen throne where Lord Moloc directs the Chapter's operations.Operationally unique, the Minotaurs prefer to deploy in full Chapter strength, avoiding smaller-scale engagements. This approach, combined with their exceptional equipment and recruitment practices, allows them to maintain full strength and effectiveness. Their advanced arsenal includes Mk VIII and void-modified Mk III power armor, Terminator suits for their elite warriors, and an array of heavy vehicles.Throughout their history, the Minotaurs have been involved in numerous key battles and campaigns. They played pivotal roles in the Battle of Shaprias, the reclamation of Rynn's World from Ork forces, and the Orphean War. Often deployed by the High Lords of Terra, the Minotaurs are used to suppress rebellions and eliminate renegade Space Marine factions, employing aggressive tactics and an uncompromising approach.Notable members of the Chapter include various decorated warriors and Contemptor Dreadnoughts like Morbus. These individuals exemplify the Chapter's martial excellence and unwavering loyalty to the Imperium.The Minotaurs' enigmatic origins, combined with their brutal efficiency and steadfast loyalty, make them one of the most intriguing Space Marine Chapters in the Warhammer 40,000 universe. Their extensive lore, detailed in various Warhammer 40k resources and codices, provides deeper insights into their history, battles, and key figures.—— ——TAGSWarhammer 40k, Minotaurs Chapter, Adeptus Astartes, Space Marines, Asterion Moloc, Black Spear, Daedelos Krata, Warhammer lore, Warhammer history, Badab War, Amarah Void Battle, Tartaros Pattern Terminator Armor, Relic Blade, Adeptus Custodes, Contemptor Pattern Dreadnoughts, Hecaton, High Lords of Terra, Space Marine Chapters, Imperial operations, Mk VIII power armor, Mk III void-modified armor, Terminator suits, Warhammer 40k campaigns, Battle of Shaprias, Rynn's World, Orphean War, Space Marine recruitment, Space Marine tactics, Imperial loyalty, Martial excellence, Space Marine battles, Warhammer 40k key battles, Warhammer 40k universe, Warhammer 40k factions, Warhammer 40k equipment, Space Marine vehicles, Space Marine lSupport the Show.
On today's 7-23-24 Tuesday show: We go through our first talkbacks of the day, Graham has finally finished watching Love Is Blind, Jess shares a new show that she is watching on Netflix, the Bachelorette is getting so steamy that there was a warning for the show, we talk all things Olympics, it's another edition of “What the Bleep”, Justin Timberlake is not here for the NSYNC reunion, JV did not get into the Bay Area radio hall of fame, Benny Blanco gifts Selena Gomez a cute present for her Birthday, and so much more!
On this episode of JHLT: The Podcast, the JHLT Digital Media Editors explore two studies from the July issue of The Journal of Heart and Lung Transplantation. Digital Media Editor Marty Tam, MD, a transplant cardiologist from the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor, hosts this episode. First, Dr. Tam and Digital Media Editor Erika Lease, MD, FCCP, interview their first guest, Daniel Calabrese, MD, first author on the study “Macrophage and CD8 T cell discordance are associated with acute lung allograft dysfunction progression.” The study's authors sought to tackle challenges behind early detection of chronic lung allograft dysfunction (CLAD) by identifying biomarkers associated with acute lung allograft dysfunction (ALAD) progression to CLAD. To do this, they collected bronchoalveolar lavage (BAL) cells at the time of ALAD diagnosis and performed single cell RNA sequencing to identify significant differences in 26 unique cell populations across groups, with discordant CD8 T cells and macrophages providing the best discrimination between ALAD with decline from ALAD with recovery and controls. Dr. Calabrese discusses how his team identified the diagnostic criteria, why the biomarkers might lead ALAD to progress to CLAD, and how the findings might lead to early targeted therapies. Next, Dr. Tam joins and Digital Media Editor Khue Ton, MD and David Schibilsky, MD, to interview their next guest, David D'Alessandro, MD, the Surgical Director of Cardiac Transplantation and MCS at Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston. Dr. D'Alessandro was the first author on the study “Impact of controlled hypothermic preservation on outcomes following heart transplantation,” which sought to assess the impact of the Paragonix SherpaPak Cardiac Transport System, a device allowing controlled hypothermic preservation, on rates of primary graft dysfunction (PGD) and post-transplant mortality. The key finding was that controlled hypothermic preservation was associated with a lower incidence of severe PGD – 6.6% compared to ice storage at 10.4%. In the conversation, Dr. D'Alessandro answers questions about the need for innovation over traditional ice cold storage, the greatest advantages of controlled hypothermic approaches, and the next steps in this research. Follow along at www.jhltonline.org/current, or, if you're an ISHLT member, access your Journal membership at www.ishlt.org/jhlt. Don't already get the Journal and want to read along? Join the International Society of Heart and Lung Transplantation at www.ishlt.org for a free subscription, or subscribe today at www.jhltonline.org.
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Public Surprises: 2 Stories of Exhibition SurprisesBased on the post by m_storyman_x . Listen to the ► podcast at Explicit Novels.Bets on Nude day aren't always what they seem. It was possibly the dumbest thing I had ever said. I opened my mouth and stuck my foot completely in it. Quite simply I had said that my wife and her friends were far too conservative to ever go naked outside their own bedrooms, let alone spend the whole day naked outside their own houses, national nude day or not.The challenge Linda made was that they would all four go naked the whole day, if I would act as their naked servant wherever they went. I would have to do whatever they asked, within reason, as long as all four stayed completely naked, and I would go wherever they chose to go.I laughed and told them that they were on, knowing full well that there was no way they would ever go through with it. The city had finally relaxed the indecency laws for the one day a year, realizing that there was a lot of money to be had by attracting people looking for a place to celebrate. The last few days I had very much enjoyed watching all the naked women walking around town, but I had never expected that I would be joining them.It was decided that my wife and I, both completely naked, would drive over to her friend's houses and pick them up. I was the only one allowed to bring any clothes, in case they reneged, with the exception of shoes and purses. So here it was National Nude day and I was driving across town with my wife, headed toward Linda's house, my first pickup. Our destination was a large park downtown that had been set aside for the celebration of the day. Fountain Park was named because the two by three city block park had a number of fountains, including the centerpiece fountain. This particular fountain was a granite mosaic the size of half a football field, dotted with water jets that shot water up to ten feet in the air in random or changing patterns. In the dead of summer it was a great place to get wet. The ladies decided that this would be a great place to hang out and, as my wife put it, show me off!I drove into Linda's driveway and parked in front of her house. I simply had no choice, I was the servant, and I had to get out and go get her. Really stupid. About the only bright side was I was finally going to get to see all three of my wife's sexy friends naked.I climbed out of the truck and walked to the door to collect Linda. I rang the bell, feeling a bit out of place as the neighbor lady watering her flowers stared at my naked body."Well, right on time!" Linda said as she came out the front door with nothing but a purse and a bag with a small towel hanging out of it. "Shall we?""Yes maam." I said in my best servitude style, following her nude form to the truck. I opened the door and she climbed in, cheerfully greeting my wife. I climbed in, the lady next door still staring at my swinging, now hard dick, although now she had one hand pressed between her legs. She was going to be frigging herself pretty quickly. I thought to myself as I backed out of the drive.My next stop was Adrian's house. Not far away, but then when you're driving naked, everywhere is far away. I pulled in a few minutes after getting Linda and walked to her door."Well good morning Mike. Nice to see so much of you." She said as she stood in the door. Where Linda was a bit petite with small perky breasts, Adrian was a bit larger. I would never go so far as to call her fat, but she had a bit heavier frame than either my wife or Linda. She was certainly attractive, and her big tits and shoulder length blond hair added to her general good looks."Would you pick up my bags please?" She asked sweetly, setting two small cloth bags on the floor in front of her. I bent down and immediately smelled the scent of fresh pussy juice. I looked up at her crotch as I picked up the bags and could see little trails of wetness across her thighs. She had either just gotten off or was horny as hell. "Thank you!" She said as she walked past me, leading the way to the car, her surprisingly firm ass wiggling back and forth all the way.I opened the door for her and she stepped past me, grabbing my hard dick and giving it a quick stroke as she moved past. She looked at me and winked as she climbed in.I closed the door and walked around the truck, my now rock hard dick swinging in the breeze.Jenny lived in an apartment about a mile from Adrian. I easily found the complex and parked to go get her. As I walked to her building I felt like there were a hundred pair of eyes on my hard dick, and I was thankful as I made it into the building. I walked up the three flights of stairs to Jenny's apartment and knocked.She quickly answered the door, making the trip well worth it. She stood maybe five feet tall, but her b cup tits were round and firm with rock hard nipples and she had shaved her pussy bare. I had no idea if it was for this occasion, or just in general. Either way she was smoking hot."All set Mike?" She said with a smile as she stepped out of the door. She moved up against me until her tits were pressing into my chest. "You know... I've wanted to see you naked for a long time. I wonder, how long it will be before I make you squirt all over my sexy little body? Does that thought make you hot? Do you want to fuck my tight little pussy? Oh I hope so because I would love to get that big hard dick buried in my pussy." She said quietly as she squeezed my hard dick.I really didn't know if she was serious or just teasing until she pulled my hand to her pussy. "Can you feel how wet I am? Would you like me to fuck you right here? Come on. Stick it in me, I won't tell your wife!""I'm not so sure I should." I answered honestly."Oh silly boy... You're our servant. You have to do what I say. Now why don't you give me... say... five strokes with that dick of yours?" She said as she stepped to the stairs and bent over to hold the railing."Yes ma'am." I said as I stepped behind her and rubbed the head of my dick around her pussy. I had fantasized about fucking her for years, and I was not about to pass up on this opportunity. Slowly I fed my cock into her tight pussy, pushing it deeper into her as she expanded to accommodate me."Oh yes... You like how tight my little pussy is? Would you like to cum and fill me full of your fuck juice?" She asked as I slowly stroked my five strokes, reluctantly pulling out after just five."Oh good boy! You follow directions so well. Maybe later you'll get to finish that job!" She said as she walked naked down the stairs in front of me.We were most of the way down when we met a young lady coming up the stairs with a basket."Jenny?" The cute young lady asked, stopping on the stairs."Hi Fran. National Nude Day. You should join us down at the park!" Jenny said as she walked by. As I went by the young lady stared at my hard dick, still glistening with Jenny's pussy juice. I looked over my shoulder as we stepped out the front door and saw her still on the stairs, her hand down inside her shorts as she watched my dick swinging free."Hi Nancy!" She called as we got close to the truck. I opened the door and she climbed in as Adrian scooted to the middle.I walked around and climbed in, my wife looking at my hard glistening dick. I just shrugged and pointed over my shoulder."Hey Jenny. Were you fucking my hubby?" She asked over her shoulder."Not really. I just got him warmed up.""Remember we said no sex unless we were all there! No private stuff. Ok!""Got it!" she said with a grin and a wink.Apparently I had been the topic of discussion as far as sex and some arrangement was made, since my wife was the only one married in the group.We arrived at the park and had to wait to get into the lot. There was an attendant checking and a sign that said the park was closed to minors unless accompanied by a parent. That at least was a comforting thought, although I was sure there would be a variety of the younger crowd there anyway. It was almost a relief to get out and realize that there were other guys for them to oogle. As I unloaded the girl's bags and a few lounge chairs from the back Adrian came around and pressed her big tits into my back and slipped a hand around to squeeze my hard dick."Jenny told me she got you inside her already. Wanna hear a secret? The three of us have a bet on who can make you cum first. I'll make well worth your while anytime you want to collect if you make it me.""What did you have in mind?""Anything you want any time you want it!" She said with a grin while she stroked my dick. "And that doesn't mean just today!""What about my wife?" I asked."She won't ever know." She answered with a giggle.I just nodded as she released my dick and I followed them across the grassy park toward the fountain. We set the chairs up near some trees, the fountain only about thirty yards away. The breeze was drawing the mist from the fountain our direction, making it a cool zone.I helped all four with their chairs and then went about doing as I was asked, getting drinks and such."OH Mike..Would you please put some lotion on me?" Jenny asked as she held out a bottle of sunblock."Yes maam." I said, moving over near her. I squeezed a large amount out and began massaging it into her chest, rubbing it around her tits and making sure to squeeze her nipples with each stroke. I knew I was getting to her and kept one hand working on her tits while I let the other work her stomach and mound. I Moved to her legs, and began working the lotion up her legs toward her thighs and pussy, always stopping just short of her pussy. My wife stared at what I was doing as I did her second leg, again stopping short of her pussy."Roll over please." I asked her nicely, which she did. I started on her back and worked my way all the way down to her firm ass, rubbing the lotion into her cheeks and making sure my fingers stroked up her ass crack and across her bud. I moved quickly to her legs, which she spread for me and I worked the lotion up her legs, to her thighs. As I stroked her thighs with the lotion I allowed my fingers to slip between her pussy lips, stroking up her lips and across her increasingly sensitive clit as I worked the lotion into her legs and ass. With one hand gently stroking her pussy and the other squeezing her ass, her friends watched her body twitch and finally jerk in climax."Oh fuck" she moaned as I flicked her clit with my finger, making her whole body shake. After almost a minute of attention, I eased my stroking and allowed her to come down from her temporary high."Oh that was nice of you. I could do with a bit of tanning oil." Linda said a she dug a bottle out of her bag."Yes ma'am." I said with a grin as I moved over and squirted some of the oil on her body. I worked and massaged the oil with both hands, one working up her legs, stroking her pussy lips each chance I got, and the other working her firm little tits. I allowed my fingers to roam all up and down her body, squeezing her nipples and stroking her clit."Oh fuck." She moaned as I worked her squirming body toward climax. "Ah" she squeaked as I finally pushed her over the top, my fingers still squeezing and twisting her hard nipple while I pushed a finger deep into her pussy.My wife glared at me while I simply smiled back.I wiped my hands off and then walked over to Adrian. "Would you like some help with that?" I asked, crouching down next to where she was putting some sunblock on her arms."Sure, that would be sweet!" She answered, clearly turned on. I knelt down and started at her legs, which she quickly spread wide to allow me to get access anywhere I wanted. I worked my way slowly up her thighs, just tickling her pussy lips as I moved from leg to leg. She rocked her hips up to try to get more contact as I just grazed my fingertips across her wet pussy lips. Continuing to stroke her legs and mound gently, I leaned up and whispered in her ear."Would you like me to stick my big hard dick into your hot wet pussy?" I whispered."Oh yeah." She said, letting one arm down over the side of the chair to find my hard dick and stroke it."You want me to fuck you right here in front of everyone with my big hard dick? Make you cum in a huge screaming orgasm as I slide my hard dick deep inside your waiting pussy?" I whispered as I slipped a finger deep into her as she rocked her hips up to meet my stroke."Oh yeah. Fuck me." She whispered back as I moved my head to her chest and sucked one of her hard nipples into my mouth. I stroked the top of her tunnel with my finger while I sucked and licked her hard nipple. "Uh God!' she grunted as I stroked her clit with my thumb, sending her over the brink in a crashing orgasm that had her jerking and twitching for nearly two minutes while I gently stroked her pussy.Finally after she had eased back down I pulled my hand from her pussy and stood up, looking confidently at my wife."Damn!" She swore as she sat and looked at her friends disgustedly."I win." I said with a grin. "Now put up or shut up!"Linda looked over at my wife quizzically. "What's he talking about?""He knew about your little bet on who would make him cum first, so he made a little side bet with me. He bet that he could get all three of you to cum before you made him cum." My wife said angrily. "Never in a hundred years would I have thought any of you would have allowed him to fingerfuck you in public, let alone all three of you!""Well, he did, so what's the payoff?" Jenny asked, shading her eyes from the sun as my wife climbed out of her chair."I have to fuck him in the fountain... and I have to let him fuck you three as many times today as he wants! Seems we just became his sex toys for the day!"I held my hand out to my wife. "Come on sweetie, I feel like a good fuck in the fountain.""Hey Nancy!" Jenny called. "You might as well enjoy it. I know I would!""Don't worry, I have a feeling you might be next!" My wife called as I led her toward the fountain for the first of what I hoped would be many good fucks today. To be continued in part 6, Based on a post by m_storyman_x for LiteroticaHunting VisionsIt's hard to believe that it's January and the last weekend of bow hunting season. Usually this time of year I'm bundled up against frigid cold, shivering in one of my tree stands. Not today though. It was well into the forties by the time the sun started peeking through the bare trees. I'd already peeled off my heavy outer clothes and was sitting in just my base camo layer.Now that the sun was up, I could see the new house they were building just to the north of my property. I was disappointed when they started, bulldozing a good portion of the fifty acres of woods that adjoined my two hundred. Actually I was more than disappointed. More like irritated. It sounds petty, but I'd been working on my property for years to get really good deer hunting spots, and this one, one of my favorites, overlooks the small pond I'd worked so hard to dig. Now, instead of being deep in a woods with a heavy thicket slightly to the north for them to bed in, it was almost on the edge of a small field. Then to add insult to injury, they built a huge two story house less than a hundred yards from the pond, and my stand. I had little doubt that this was going to be the last season for this stand location.As hunting season progressed since late September I'd watched the house go up, and now, other than the landscape work, it looked done. Just half an hour ago the orange flush of the sun cast itself on the bottoms of the early morning clouds from below the horizon. In just minutes it gave way to long orange streaks and then the first tinges of the huge orange disk crawling up into the sky. It was probably one of my most favorite times of the day, sunrise. I'd watched the disk grow in size until it seemed stuck to the horizon, unable to detach itself and continue its crawl into the sky until finally it broke free and its orange gave way to bright yellow and then stark white as it crawled higher in the sky. Its disk was now clear of the tops of the leafless trees after spending almost half an hour winding its orangish rays through to me.Hunting wasn't done just because the sun came up. It just changed now. I could see farther and deeper into the woods. I pulled out my binoculars and scanned the woods, the glasses allowing me to focus on the depths of the woods instead of the closer trees. I didn't see any deer, and for fun switched to looking for the unfortunately out of season turkey I could hear calking.Unable to spot the elusive bird, I aimed my glasses at the house to check out the progress, wondering how soon the new occupants would be moving in.The house was built with passive and active solar, almost the entire south face built of windows and sliding glass doors. I could see easily into two first floor bedrooms, a large bathroom and kitchen, all exposed to the huge back deck with nearly floor to ceiling glass. I briefly wondered if the owners planned on curtaining the windows or if they felt they were protected facing nothing but woods. I hadn't expected an answer but found one anyway, in the form of a tall thin blonde woman standing at one of the bedroom windows, staring at the sunrise.Her body was obviously curvaceous, even in the thin green thigh length robe. The lime green material was see-through enough even at this distance to make out the twin dark circles against her lighter breast skin as she stood with her arms crossed under what had to be D or larger breasts, occasionally lifting a cup of coffee to her lips. Her legs were long and sculpted, clearly muscular, but not overly so. Her blonde hair hung down over one shoulder and part way down her left breast as she stood surveying the sunrise. She was distinctly good looking in anyone's estimation, even at a hundred yards away with fifty power glasses.I was so busy checking out her that I didn't even see the other woman at first, crawling from the big bed behind the green clad beauty. She pushed herself out of the bed and stepped from behind the green clad beauty. Stunning! That was the best word to describe the second woman. Clad in only a small pair of white lace panties, she stepped to the window next to the first woman. Her brunette head was maybe two or three inches taller than the blonde, her breasts slightly larger, though sagging down farther under their own weight, each taking the shape reminiscent of a large water droplet. Her brown hair was cropped moderately short, barely reaching half way down the back of her neck. Her nipples were already hard as they protruded from large, round, puffed out areolas. Her body was slim and toned and I had little difficulty imagining her spending significant amounts of time at a gym to maintain her sexy body.She turned her body after a few moments watching the sun, turning to face the blonde, and slipped her hands around the blonde's waist, gently turning her so they faced each other.I sat and stared as the two embraced, clearly the embrace of lovers. Their lips pressed together as did their bodies, the brunette's hands wandering around the blonde's body, both over and under the robe. Before long the robe was pushed off her shoulders to slide down her arms, revealing her completely nude body beneath.The coffee cup was taken from her and set on the floor as the brunette sunk to her knees in front of her lover. Her kisses started on her stomach, and slowly, tantalizingly, inched around the blonde's mound and thighs until the brunette's face pressed between her legs. The blonde's hands moved to her lover's head and an o
This week on "The Price for Paradise," we welcome back Jacob Clad to discuss his journey of recovering from a recent back injury. Jacob delves into the psychology of injury and the challenges faced while striving to regain his sense of self. Tune in for an insightful conversation about the mental and physical trials of recovery and how to navigate the path back to wellness.
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Ah, welcome, welcome, today, we are diving deep into the icy fjords of Norse mythology. Buckle up, because we're about to explore the epic saga of the Valkyries – those fierce and fabulous battle maidens who make Wonder Woman look like a teeny tiny Girl Scout selling her cookies. It's the age of the Viking, somewhere between the 8th and 11th centuries. The air is crisp, the fjords are breathtaking, and the locals? Well, they're busy pillaging and plundering their way into history. Scandinavia – a land of rugged terrain, long winters, and more mythological creatures than you can shake a sword at. Now, imagine you're a Norse warrior. You've spent the day in glorious battle, hacking and slashing like there's no tomorrow. And just as you're about to fall, who swoops down to claim your soul? None other than the Valkyries, Odin's elite squad of warrior maidens. These ladies aren't just here to hand out medals; they're here to decide who gets a VIP pass to Valhalla and who ends up in Hel's dreary realm. And more importantly, Valkyries had names that practically screamed 'badass'. Take Brynhildr, for example – her name means 'armored battle'. Or how about Hildr, which translates simply to 'battle'. Subtle, right? These were women with a singular purpose, and they did it with style. Clad in shimmering armor and riding winged horses, they were the ancient world's equivalent of a heavily armed SWAT team – but with better hair and the attitude that screamed ODIN.
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A female photojournalist who was attacked by alleged Antifa members last week at Portland State University in a harrowing caught-on-camera confrontation said the "leftist extremists" will continue to wreak havoc because they never face consequences. "A friend that I was with said, ‘Turn around, there is a problem,' so I turned around and there was a group of Antifa in bloc walking up on us and I could tell that they were going to target me," Chelly Bouferrache told Fox News Digital. Bouferrache, an independent photojournalist and reporter for The Publica, was a stay-at-home mom who started covering the news in 2016. What began as a part-time gig has evolved into a passion project that has taken her to chaotic scenes in Berkeley, Portland, Seattle and Los Angeles to cover riots, protests and unrest. She ended up at Portland State when anti-Israel agitators occupied the library on campus last week, and the frightening ordeal resulted in her becoming a target. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/darien-dunstan3/message
As dawn broke over the iconic New York City skyline, she couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and excitement—the cocktail of emotions that Ana from @Ana_Runs_on_Coffee described as she boarded the bus to the marathon starting line. Clad in mylar blankets and loaded with carb-rich strategies, she joins us for a second episode to continue recounting the pre-marathon rituals that set the stage for 26.2 miles of urban adventure. Hear how her preparation unfolded into an orchestra of precision, emotion, and community spirit found only in the crowds of runners poised at the Verrazzano-Narrows Bridge, ready to conquer the concrete jungle.The crowd's energy is an intangible yet potent force, and this episode captures the essence of that support alongside the critical topic of marathon fueling. With anecdotes of energy gels and the sweet taste of success (or sometimes, just too much sugar), Ana dissects the tightrope walk of maintaining energy levels without stomach upsets. Glimpse into the heartwarming tales of spectator ingenuity and discover how the cheers of strangers can propel you through the physical challenge and emotional highs of passing each mile marker.Post-race, the euphoria is palpable as we share the tales of her New York City Marathon experience, from the tear-streaked joy of crossing the finish line to the gastronomic bliss of a well-earned burger. Our journey concludes with brunch at Tiffany's Blue Box Cafe, a treasured photo by the mile 26 marker, and the comical mishaps of a much-needed coffee fix. Join us on this exhilarating tour of perseverance and celebration that encapsulates the marathon spirit, and perhaps you'll be inspired to lace up your running shoes for your next big race.Find out more about the New York City Marathon here:https://www.nyrr.org/tcsnycmarathon Get the Goodr glasses she wore at the 5K the day before her NYC Marathon Debut:https://goodr.com/products/breakfast-run-to-tiffanys Connect with Ana here:https://www.instagram.com/ana.runs.on.coffee (@ana.runs.on.coffee)https://linktr.ee/Ana.Runs.On.CoffeeCheck out Ana's food and beverage recommendations here:Tiffany's Blue Box Cafehttps://blueboxcafenyc.comPHD Terrace:https://taogroup.com/venues/phd-terrace-new-york/menu/ Support the showTHAT'S A WRAP! Thank you for listening! Because of your support, we are in our seventh year of the podcast! Don't forget to follow us and tell us where to find you next on our website, Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter. Also, check out our store on the website and get some NEW swag, thanks to Pure Creative Apparel. Thanks to www.PodcastMusic.com for providing the music for this episode, too!
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From the dusty roads of a future divided by civil war, a hero emerges. Clad in a silver suit, this lone rider wants to bring life to your party and wow to your wedding. He is Dancin' Hank, the Last Deejay. Narrated by the author. Published in Metaphorosis on 05 April 2024. Find the original at magazine.metaphorosis.com.
Fluent Fiction - Dutch: Cycling Through Amsterdam: A Clog-Clad Adventure Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.org/cycling-through-amsterdam-a-clog-clad-adventure Story Transcript:Nl: In het hart van Amsterdam, waar de hoge huizen met hun aparte stijl naar de lucht reiken, woonden drie vrienden. Jan, Lotte en Pieter waren hun namen. Ze hadden allemaal iets speciaals - klompenschoenen.En: In the heart of Amsterdam, where the tall houses with their unique styles reach up towards the sky, three friends lived. Jan, Lotte, and Pieter were their names. They all had something special - wooden clogs.Nl: Op een frisse middag, met de zon die de grachten goud bedekte, zaten ze samen op een bankje. Jan, met zijn bruine haren en sproeten, keek naar zijn voet. Vastgemaakt aan zijn voet was een felgekleurde klomp. Lotte en Pieter hadden ook klompen aan. Ze waren er trots op, klompen waren echt Hollands.En: On a cool afternoon, with the sun casting a golden glow over the canals, they sat together on a bench. Jan, with his brown hair and freckles, looked down at his foot. Attached to his foot was a brightly colored wooden clog. Lotte and Pieter also wore clogs. They were proud of them, clogs were truly Dutch.Nl: Ze dachten na over een idee. "Zouden we op onze fietsen kunnen rijden met klompen aan?" vroeg Jan.En: They were pondering an idea. "Could we ride our bikes with clogs on?" Jan asked.Nl: Lotte, met haar heldere blauwe ogen en bruin haar, keek hem verrast aan. "Dat klinkt als een groot avontuur, Jan!" zei ze.En: Lotte, with her bright blue eyes and brown hair, looked at him with surprise. "That sounds like a great adventure, Jan!" she said.Nl: Pieter, de oudste van de drie, was ook enthousiast over het idee. "Dat wordt een uitdaging! Maar laten we het proberen," zei hij met een grijns.En: Pieter, the oldest of the three, was also excited about the idea. "That will be a challenge! But let's give it a try," he said with a grin.Nl: En zo begon hun klompen-en-fietsen avontuur. Ze pakten hun fietsen uit het steegje, alledrie met grote klompen aan hun voeten. Eerst was het moeilijk. Hun voeten gleden steeds van de pedalen af. Maar ze gaven niet op.En: And so began their clogs-and-bikes adventure. They retrieved their bikes from the alley, all three with large clogs on their feet. At first, it was tricky. Their feet kept slipping off the pedals. But they didn't give up.Nl: Ze fietsten door de straten van Amsterdam, langs de grachten en onder de bogen van de bruggen. Mensen keken naar hen, lachend en wijzend. Maar Jan, Lotte en Pieter trokken zich er niets van aan. Ze hadden plezier, en dat was wat telde.En: They cycled through the streets of Amsterdam, along the canals and under the arches of the bridges. People watched them, laughing and pointing. But Jan, Lotte, and Pieter paid no mind. They were having fun, and that was all that mattered.Nl: Na een tijdje, na veel lachen en vallen, werden ze beter. Hun voeten gleden niet meer zo vaak van de pedalen. Ze konden nu echt fietsen met klompen aan!En: After a while, after much laughter and a few falls, they improved. Their feet didn't slip off the pedals as often. They could now really ride bikes with clogs on!Nl: "Kijk ons eens!" riep Jan uit, terwijl hij rondjes fietste op de Dam. Lotte en Pieter lachten. Ze waren trots op wat ze hadden bereikt.En: "Look at us!" Jan exclaimed as he circled around the Dam square. Lotte and Pieter laughed. They were proud of what they had achieved.Nl: En toen de avond viel, keerden ze terug naar hun bankje bij de grachten. Moe maar tevreden. Ze hadden de uitdaging aangegaan en ze hadden het gehaald.En: And as the evening fell, they returned to their bench by the canals. Tired but content. They had taken on the challenge and succeeded.Nl: Die nacht, terwijl de sterren boven Amsterdam fonkelden, wisten ze dat ze iets speciaals hadden gedaan. Ze zouden dit avontuur nooit vergeten. Het fietsen met klompen aan was moeilijk geweest, maar ze hadden het samen gedaan.En: That night, as the stars twinkled above Amsterdam, they knew they had done something special. They would never forget this adventure. Riding bikes with clogs had been tough, but they had done it together.Nl: En zo eindigt het verhaal van Jan, Lotte en Pieter. Drie vrienden die een dag vol avontuur en plezier hadden beleefd in het hart van Amsterdam. Met hun klompen aan en hun hoofden vol dromen. Amsterdam was getuige van hun dapperheid. Het waren niet zomaar klompen; het waren hun klompen die het avontuur mogelijk maakten. En dat, beste vrienden, was een dag om te herinneren.En: And so ends the story of Jan, Lotte, and Pieter. Three friends who had experienced a day full of adventure and fun in the heart of Amsterdam. With their clogs on and their minds full of dreams. Amsterdam had witnessed their bravery. These were no ordinary clogs; they were their clogs that had made the adventure possible. And that, dear friends, was a day to remember. Vocabulary Words:house: huisfriend: vriendunique: apartestyle: stijlreach: reikensky: luchtwooden: houtencool: frisgolden: goudbench: bankjefoot: voetcolored: felgekleurdepondering: nadenkenride: rijdenadventure: avontuursurprise: verrastexcited: enthousiastchallenge: uitdagingbegin: beginnenalley: steegjetricky: moeilijkpedals: pedalenbridges: bruggenlaughter: lachenfall: vallenimproved: verbeterdstreet: straatbravery: dapperheidpossible: mogelijk
When it comes to writing, there is so much happening behind the scenes. It is so much more than sitting down, grabbing a pencil, and putting words on paper. In today's episode, we'll explore the challenges students face when it comes to writing. From motor skills to executive functioning, today's guest explains the complexities of the writing process. Shanna Trombetta is an Educational Therapist and she joins the Diverse Thinking Different Learning Podcast to help us better understand not only the writing process and the challenges students face, but also ways we can support struggling students at home and in the classroom. She shares practical strategies and insights to empower parents and educators in guiding children through the whirlwind of creativity, skill, and determination that is writing. Show Notes: [3:16] - A lot of learners who come into Shanna's practice struggle with writing. [4:24] - Shanna describes some of the things that are commonly a struggle when it comes to writing. There's so much happening at one time. [5:39] - It is common for students to have a lot of great ideas, but the mechanics of writing hold them up, and they wind up not writing anything. [7:32] - One way to support kids with writing is by providing them with a structure. [9:37] - People who don't struggle with executive functioning can typically create their own structure. But many kids need to be shown how to organize their information. [11:24] - When she works with students, Shanna helps them develop and use tools. [13:08] - What is background knowledge and why is it important for writing? [15:01] - Shanna describes writing around themes to help with structure. [16:57] - Chunking is a great strategy that helps students take one step at a time. [19:01] - Keeping a checklist as they write is another tool that can alleviate the stress of keeping track of things in their mind. [21:00] - Assessment data is really helpful for Shanna so she knows to target some of the spelling patterns that are a challenge for a student. [23:16] - So often students know what they want to write about. Strategies to get the information out are not “cheating.” [26:22] - Writing is an area where many students experience stress. Make it fun. [28:30] - While struggling, it is hard to remain motivated. Shanna shares some ways to keep students positive while they're learning. About Our Guest: Shanna Trombetta is an Educational Therapist affiliated with the Association of Educational Therapists, dedicated to serving the community of Los Angeles. Shanna holds a Master's in Educational Psychology and a B.A. in Special Education/Psychology from Marist College. Additionally, she holds an Educational Therapy Certification from UC Riverside, a CLEAR credential from the California Commission of Teacher Credentialing (grades K-6), and CLAD certification. She serves on the International Dyslexia Association Chapter of Los Angeles Board and is a Child Nexus member. With a rich background spanning over two decades, Shanna has excelled as a classroom teacher, literacy coach, private homeschool educator, and currently, as an Educational Therapist, offering a depth of expertise in her private practice. Specializing in supporting neurodiverse children, addressing dyslexia, and navigating language-based disabilities, Shanna is unwavering in her dedication to creating inclusive and effective learning environments. In her free time, Shanna treasures moments spent with her two daughters, husband, and Australian labradoodle. A passionate book enthusiast, she often finds solace at the beach with a captivating read. Connect with Our Guest: ChildNEXUS Provider Profile Trombetta Therapy Website Email: shanna@trombettatherapy.com Links and Related Resources: Ready, Set, Write! Engaging Reluctant Students Writing Disorders in Children: The Language Link Coping with Executive Function Deficits in the Context of Writing Assistive Technology for Students with Learning Disabilities Connect with Us: Get on our Email List Book a Consultation Get Support and Connect with a ChildNEXUS Provider Register for Our Self-Paced Mini Courses with LIVE AMA Sessions The Diverse Thinking Different Learning podcast is intended for informational purposes only and is not a substitute for medical or legal advice, diagnosis, or treatment. Additionally, the views and opinions expressed by the host and guests are not considered treatment and do not necessarily reflect those of ChildNEXUS, Inc or the host, Dr. Karen Wilson.
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Join Jim and Greg as they consider the unintended consequences of Hunter Biden's suit against the IRS, alleging the whistleblowers on his case violated his privacy. He seems to be grasping for straws but could he actually end up strengthening protections for the rest of us against the IRS? They're also disgusted as Iran follows up last week's embarrassing Biden administration concessions by kicking a bunch of United Nations weapons inspectors out of the country and Saudi Arabia tells the U.S. is is ending consideration of normalizing relations with Israel. Finally, they're thankful the pilot is safe and have some fun with the U.S. military asking the public to find a missing stealth F-35.Please visit our great sponsors:4Patriothttps://4Patriots.comUse code MARTINI to get 10% off your purchase.
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