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Look, either you know what this is or you won't believe us. In 2017, Steven Soderbergh and writer Ed Solomon made a murder mystery show that was an app on your phone. You used your phone to decide which scenes to watch next to find out who killed Sharon Stone. This is real. Then they re-edited it as a miniseries for HBO, and now you can't watch the app version literally anywhere. The whole thing is nuts, and thank G-d we have our friend Comrade Yui to help us navigate through it (app joke). Join us for a typically wide-ranging conversation about interactivity, the artist as fascist (complimentary?), video game theory, and biodigital jazz, man. Hey more like Steven Flappybird! Because he deleted the app! Well, someone did. Further Reading: Extra Lives by Tom Bissell Cain's Jawbone by Torquemada "Interactive Cinema: The Ambiguous Ethics of Media Participation" by Marina Hassapoulou - https://filmquarterly.org/wp-content/uploads/2024/05/Hassapopoulou_Interactive_Introduction-1.pdf "Mosaic: A Choose-Your-Own-Adventure Review of Steven Soderbergh's Mystery" by Matt Brennan - https://www.pastemagazine.com/tv/mosaic/mosaic-hbo-steven-soderbergh-review Further Viewing/Playing: MOSAIC trailer/app demonstration: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Km_u51OE3VA KINOAUTOMAT (Činčera, 1967) OUT 1 (Rivette, 1971) ZORK (Anderson, Blank, Daniels, and Lebling, 1977) DRAGON'S LAIR (Bluth, 1983) CLUE (Lynn, 1985) MASS EFFECT 2 (Hudson, 2010) BLACK MIRROR: BANDERSNATCH (Slade, 2018)  Follow Comrade Yui: https://x.com/yui_antinomy https://www.patreon.com/c/comrade_yui/ https://letterboxd.com/comrade_yui/ Follow Pod Casty For Me: https://www.podcastyforme.com/ https://twitter.com/podcastyforme https://www.instagram.com/podcastyforme/ https://bsky.app/profile/podcastyforme.bsky.social https://www.youtube.com/@podcastyforme Support us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/PodCastyForMe Artwork by Jeremy Allison: https://www.instagram.com/jeremyallisonart

After a tumultuous two weeks for the Prime Minister, not even an Arsenal Premier League win could turn things around for Sir Keir Starmer ahead of his first PMQs since Labour's devastating local election results.On Wednesday's Daily T podcast, Camilla Tominey and Tim Stanley delve into the fiery exchange in the Commons as Kemi Badenoch, the Conservative Party leader, said his approach to foreign and economic policy was “like the Soviets won”.Camilla and Tim also look at the Green Party's newest MP Hannah Spencer's first question in the Commons, where she criticised her colleagues for “drinking on the job”, and the conveniently planted question for Starmer regarding Reform leader Nigel Farage's £5m donation from a cryptocurrency billionaire.Meanwhile, Wes Streeting gave his resignation speech in Parliament, warning that the Prime Minister's failures will put Farage in power.Producers: Georgia Coan and Emma WilliamsSocial Media Producer: Conor ClarkSenior Producer: John CadiganExecutive Producer: Charlotte SeligmanVideo Producer: Will WaltersStudio Operator: Meghan SearleEditor: Camilla TomineyHighlightsKemi Badenoch slams Starmer in PMQs, saying PM is ‘hanging on by a thread'Starmer eases Russian oil sanctions, drawing fire over betrayal of Ukraine Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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This week on my podcast, I read Comrade Trump, a recent column from my Pluralistic newsletter, which will be syndicated in The Nerve. All of which means that my experience of the Trump years is decidedly weird. On the one hand, I exist in a near-perpetual state of anxious misery, as Trump and his chud... more

Silicon Bites Ep329 | 2026-05-01 | Russia is turning into burning hell, as the motor of its war economy goes up in flame – the oil infrastructure that Putin's power depends on is being systematically destroyed. Sow the wind, reap the whirlwind. «Посеешь ветер — пожнешь бурю» Comrade. Perm burns, deep in the Russian Urals as Lukoil's largest refinery is hit and Tuapse is smacked for the fourth time. It is 30 April 2026. The city of Perm, in the Russian Urals, sits more than fifteen hundred kilometres from the Ukrainian border. It is, by any conventional military measure, supposed to be safe. It is the sort of place Russian state media has spent four years assuring its citizens is permanently beyond the reach of Ukraine's response.----------SUPPORT THE CHANNEL:https://www.buymeacoffee.com/siliconcurtainhttps://www.patreon.com/siliconcurtainhttps://www.gofundme.com/f/scaling-up-campaign-to-fight-authoritarian-disinformation----------SILICON CURTAIN LIVE EVENTS - FUNDRAISER CAMPAIGN Events in 2025 - Advocacy for a Ukrainian victory with Silicon Curtainhttps://buymeacoffee.com/siliconcurtain/extrasOur events of the first half of the year in Lviv, Kyiv and Odesa were a huge success. Now we need to maintain this momentum, and change the tide towards a Ukrainian victory. The Silicon Curtain Roadshow is an ambitious campaign to run a minimum of 12 events in 2025, and potentially many more. Any support you can provide for the fundraising campaign would be gratefully appreciated. https://buymeacoffee.com/siliconcurtain/extrasWe need to scale up our support for Ukraine, and these events are designed to have a major impact. Your support in making it happen is greatly appreciated. All events will be recorded professionally and published for free on the Silicon Curtain channel. Where possible, we will also live-stream events.https://buymeacoffee.com/siliconcurtain/extras----------SOURCES:Bloomberg — "Ukraine Strikes Key Russian Refinery, Pumping Station in Perm" (30 April 2026) Ukrainska Pravda — "Ukrainian drones strike oil refinery and pumping station in Russia's Perm again" (30 April 2026) Euromaidan Press — "SBU drones hit Lukoil's Perm refinery — 1,500 km from Ukraine" (30 April 2026) The Moscow Times — "Chemical Emergency Alert Issued in Perm After Ukraine Strikes Industrial Sites" (30 April 2026)RBC-Ukraine — "Major Russian refinery key unit ablaze after Ukrainian drone strike" (30 April 2026) The Defense News — "Ukrainian Drones Strike Major Russian Oil Refinery in Perm Over 1,500 km from Border" (30 April 2026)Newswall / NewsMezha — "SBU says long-range drones attacked Lukoil refinery in Perm, large fires erupted" (30 April 2026) AP / Click On Detroit — "Ukraine says a strike hit Tuapse oil terminal, the fourth attack on the region in 2 weeks" (1 May 2026) Radio Free Europe / Radio Liberty — "Ukraine Strikes Deep Inside Russia, Tuapse Hit Again" (1 May 2026) CNN — "'Oil is literally falling from the sky': Russian town fears environmental disaster after Ukrainian drone strikes on refinery" (30 April 2026) ----------

It's 1,008 days until the legally defined end of the 47th Presidency, but the merit of upcoming elections remains suspect. In the meantime, the Revolutionary gets things off his chest from last week, and the Comrade ruins the audio slightly. Donny takes a nap, and Petey is ruining combat readiness. Other Titles Considered: Rental Preppers Good Cancer Vaccines Comrade Loves Penetratio Special Show Links: Pete Hegseth says the U.S. military will no longer require flu shots https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/politics-news/pete-hegseth-says-us-military-no-longer-requiring-flu-shots-rcna341256 The FBI Director Is MIA https://www.theatlantic.com/politics/2026/04/kash-patel-fbi-director-drinking-absences/686839/ Explainer: Insider Trading and Prediction Markets https://poole.ncsu.edu/thought-leadership/article/explainer-insider-trading-and-prediction-markets/ The Onion has agreed to a new deal to take over Infowars https://www.npr.org/2026/04/20/nx-s1-5791726/the-onion-satirical-takeover-infowars-new-plan Millionaire hunter trampled to death by 5 elephants while hunting in Africa https://www.dexerto.com/entertainment/millionaire-hunter-trampled-to-death-by-5-elephants-while-hunting-in-africa-3356522/

The Zionist Entity of Israel continues its imperialist expansion and domination of the peoples of the Middle-East. Initially, they had agreed to a ceasefire with Iran which including Lebanon and then proceed to break that ceasefire immediately following the beginning of it. This is not unlike Israel and is in fact a repeat behaviour of the American imperialist proxy state. In this video, Comrade Ali and Daniel explain to us what Israel is doing. The speech mentioned the targeting of health worker staff in the U.K for speaking up against the imperialist crimes in the Middle-East. ______________________________________________ Subscribe! Donate! Join us in building a bright future for humanity! http://www.thecommunists.org http://www.lalkar.org http://www.redyouth.org Telegram: https://t.me/thecommunists Twitter: / cpgbml Soundcloud: / proletarianradio Rumble: https://rumble.com/c/theCommunists Odysee: https://odysee.com/@proletariantv:2 Facebook: / cpgbml Online Shop: https://shop.thecommunists.org/ Education Program: Each one teach one! http://www.londonworker.org/education... Join the struggle! https://www.thecommunists.org/join/ Donate: https://www.thecommunists.org/donate/

Host Rob Couture records this special overseas episode of #StillServing: The VFW Podcast from Southeast Asia, joined by VFW Senior Vice Commander-in-Chief Cory Geisler. Together, they take listeners inside the VFW's Defense POW/MIA Accounting Agency (DPAA) fact-finding mission — a powerful, on-the-ground look at the ongoing effort to bring America's missing service members home. Geisler reflects on his first experience in the region, sharing insights from visits across Hawaii, Thailand, Laos and Vietnam. From the cutting-edge forensic work at the Daniel K. Inouye Center for Excellence to remote recovery sites in Vietnam, the episode highlights the complexity, danger and urgency of DPAA's mission. The conversation explores the science behind identification, the challenges of degraded remains and difficult terrain, and the critical role of international partnerships in advancing recovery efforts. The discussion also underscores the impact of funding shortfalls, government shutdowns and logistical barriers that threaten future missions — raising important questions about America's commitment to its promise to never leave a fallen comrade behind. Through meetings with foreign governments, veteran organizations and recovery teams, Couture and Geisler emphasize the power of veteran-to-veteran diplomacy in overcoming political barriers and strengthening cooperation. From emotional visits to historic sites like the Hanoi Hilton, to honoring those lost in a 2001 recovery mission helicopter crash, this episode captures both the human cost of war and the enduring dedication to accountability. With heartfelt reflections on service, sacrifice and remembrance, Episode 62 reinforces the VFW's unwavering mission to bring every service member home. Featured Guest: Cory Geisler – Senior Vice Commander-in-Chief, VFW Episode Highlights: 0:00 Intro and mission overview from Southeast Asia 2:00 DPAA fact-finding mission explained 6:12 Inside the DPAA lab – science of identification 13:19 Scope of missing service members and recovery challenges 18:50 Funding cuts and impact on recovery missions 24:39 Government shutdowns and mission delays 27:12 Veteran-to-veteran diplomacy in Laos 30:46 Meetings with Vietnamese counterparts 35:24 Artifact recovery challenges and cultural barriers 40:19 National archives and research efforts 47:23 Visiting the Hanoi Hilton and reflecting on POW experiences 55:06 Strengthening U.S.–Vietnam relations 59:07 Honoring the 2001 helicopter crash victims 1:03:21 Inside a live recovery site in Vietnam 1:08:14 The warrior ethos and moral obligation to bring service members home 1:12:20 Final reflections and message to Vietnam veterans

Talk from Bristol Transformed exposing the blood-soaked origins and imperialist agenda of Palantir Technologies. From Peter Thiel's uranium mining fortune built on Namibian workers' graves, to Alex Karp's racist hysteria about "threats to Western values", we trace how a CIA-funded surveillance firm now sits at the heart of the NHS, armed with AI kill lists tested in Gaza and vendor-locked contracts designed to be unbreakable. The Epstein connections. The Mandelson stitch-up. The Federated Data Platform with no opt out feature. This is part of selling off and privatisation of the NHS. This isn't "corruption." This is monopoly capitalism functioning exactly as intended. Watch our short film that showcased at the same talk The imperialist tech beast Palantir a short film ______________________________________________ Subscribe! Donate! Join us in building a bright future for humanity! http://www.thecommunists.org http://www.lalkar.org http://www.redyouth.org Telegram: https://t.me/thecommunists Twitter: / cpgbml Soundcloud: / proletarianradio Rumble: https://rumble.com/c/theCommunists Odysee: https://odysee.com/@proletariantv:2 Facebook: / cpgbml Online Shop: https://shop.thecommunists.org/ Education Program: Each one teach one! http://www.londonworker.org/education... Join the struggle! https://www.thecommunists.org/join/ Donate: https://www.thecommunists.org/donate/

A brief talk about the Arab anti-imperialist resistance in the middle east, with a particular focus on Palestine, Bahrain and Oman, presenting the real history that mainstream media never show. The middle east has a long history of anti-imperialist communist and leftists movements influenced by the Bolsheviks and by liberation fighters like Che Guevara and Gamal Abdel Nasser. These movements have always given strong support to Palestine, whose struggle for liberation from the zionist settler-colony of Israel is central to the regional struggle for liberation from Anglo-American imperialist domination. Subscribe! Donate! Join us in building a bright future for humanity! www.thecommunists.org www.lalkar.org www.redyouth.org Telegram: t.me/thecommunists Twitter: twitter.com/cpgbml Soundcloud: @proletarianradio Rumble: rumble.com/c/theCommunists Odysee: odysee.com/@proletariantv:2 Facebook: www.facebook.com/cpgbml Online Shop: https://shop.thecommunists.org/ Education Program: https://thecommunists.org/education-programme/ Each one teach one! www.londonworker.org/education-programme/ Join the struggle www.thecommunists.org/join/ Donate: www.thecommunists.org/donate/

Comrade Ali speaks at an anti-war rally in Bristol on the further aggression against Iran/Lebanon/Palestine by the imperialists. A group of Pahlavists showed up to march and to counter demo, shamelessly chanting " Israel thank you, USA thank you" " This is the final battle". These imperialist agents tailed the demonstration in order to intimidate participants, one of them tried to intimidate people in the anti war march and even tried to snatch their flag. Comrade Ali exposes the deception: the "beheaded babies" fabrications, the medical-vehicle war crimes in Lebanon, the double-tap bombing of an Iranian girls' school. He shows how health workers are being systematically targeted – and why health workers here must find the courage to speak up. Most importantly, he outlines what British workers can do: refuse to stock Israeli goods, refuse to handle warmongering newspapers, refuse to load weapons, refuse to use the FDP. Organise. Take back your unions. Grow a spine. What purpose can be served by insisting on referring to the popular government in Tehran as a "regime" and declaring that we could not possibly support it? That is not solidarity, it is accepting and promoting imperialist propaganda lies. Down with imperialism! Zendeh Bād Iran! Victory to the resistance!

In Part 2 of Seven Deadly Sinners, we follow Aravindan Balakrishnan, once known to his followers as “Comrade Bala,” as decades of control finally begin to unravel.After years of secrecy inside a South London commune, the walls begin to close in. Survivors step forward, authorities take notice, and the carefully constructed mythology— complete with fear tactics like “Jackie”— starts to crumble under scrutiny. What was once dismissed as radical politics is exposed for what it truly was: sustained psychological abuse, coercion, and modern-day slavery.This episode traces the investigation, the bravery of those who escaped, and the courtroom reckoning that followed. As the truth comes to light, we examine how the authorities built their case—and how a man who claimed absolute power was ultimately stripped of it.From arrest to conviction, Part 2 reveals the long-overdue collapse of a decades-long nightmare—and the fight for justice that brought it to an end.

News and labour updates from the Asia Pacific region.We speak with James Crafti, proud unionist and socialist, and member of ASU4P, about his recent trip to the West Bank as an anti-Zionist Jew. He shared his thought, reflections, lessons and warnings in relation to the ongoing genocide, Israel's barbaric regional wars, and the need for ongoing international solidarity.Asia Pacific Currents provides updates of labour struggles and campaigns from the Asia Pacific region. It is produced by Australia Asia Worker Links, in the studio of 3CR Radio in Melbourne, Australia.

Steve Sweeney: Report from the frontline in Lebanon Comrade Steve Sweeney reports from just metres from the frontline in Qiyam, Lebanon, where fierce battles are raging between Israeli forces and Hezbollah resistance fighters. With fighter jets roaring overhead and explosions marking the landscape, this report breaks down the strategic importance of the Qiyam ridge, the heavy losses being inflicted on Israeli invaders (including 20 destroyed Merkava tanks), and why history suggests Israel's ground invasion will ultimately face the same fate as its 2006 defeat. ______________________________________________ 0:00 On the Front Lines 0:17 Strategic Stakes 0:36 Israeli Ground Operations 0:53 Heavy Losses 1:10 The Invasion Buildup 1:27 Historical Context 2:04 Ceasefire Violations & Resistance Strength 2:21 The Qiyam Graveyard ______________________________________________ Subscribe! Donate! Join us in building a bright future for humanity! www.thecommunists.org www.lalkar.org www.redyouth.org Telegram: t.me/thecommunists Twitter: twitter.com/cpgbml Soundcloud: @proletarianradio Rumble: rumble.com/c/theCommunists Odysee: odysee.com/@proletariantv:2 Facebook: www.facebook.com/cpgbml Online Shop: https://shop.thecommunists.org/ Education Program: https://thecommunists.org/education-programme/ Each one teach one! www.londonworker.org/education-programme/ Join the struggle www.thecommunists.org/join/ Donate: www.thecommunists.org/donate/

Comrade Ali speaks at an anti-war rally in Bath on the struggles in the middle east and what British workers can do to oppose the British war machine and exercise their own power. A group of Pahlavists (Iranian expat monarchists) showed up to disrupt the speakers – while advocating for "free speech", naturally! These imperialist agents tailed the demonstration in order to intimidate participants, proudly raising Israeli, American, and monarchist Iranian flags. They were even chanting: "Thank you Israel and thank you America" – making very clear where their real allegiance lies. They are bitterly opposed to any solidarity with the anti-imperialist struggles in the region – including that of Palestine – knowing well how unpopular the Pahlavi cause is. Amongst the marchers, there was a noticeable hesitation to simply state: "I don't support the bombing of Iran, and I stand with the Iranian people and their government." But if we really want to call ourselves anti-imperialists; if we really want to stop the aggressive war machine; it is clearly not the time to prevaricate over giving full support to a country that is on the front line, defending itself from a vicious and unprovoked imperialist aggression What purpose can be served by insisting on referring to the popular government in Tehran as a "regime" and declaring that we could not possibly support it? That is not solidarity, it is accepting and promoting imperialist propaganda lies. Down with imperialism! Zendeh Bād Iran! Victory to the resistance! ______________________________________________ 0:00 Intro 0:15 Anti war Rally 0:24 The Pahlavists 0:44 Speech 4:56 Outro ______________________________________________ Subscribe! Donate! Join us in building a bright future for humanity! www.thecommunists.org www.lalkar.org www.redyouth.org Telegram: t.me/thecommunists Twitter: twitter.com/cpgbml Soundcloud: @proletarianradio Rumble: rumble.com/c/theCommunists Odysee: odysee.com/@proletariantv:2 Facebook: www.facebook.com/cpgbml Online Shop: https://shop.thecommunists.org/ Education Program: https://thecommunists.org/education-programme/ Each one teach one! www.londonworker.org/education-programme/ Join the struggle www.thecommunists.org/join/ Donate: www.thecommunists.org/donate/

Laith Marouf (FPTV) talks to Comrade Steve Sweeney, RT's War Correspondent, about the latest developments in the Ramadan War, including the battle situation in South Lebanon, attacks on Beirut, the self destructing American equipment, and much more. ______________________________________________ 0:08 Intro & War Context 0:35 Guest Introduction: Steve Sweeney 1:17 Southern Lebanon Field Report 2:24 Nabatia Destruction & Civilian Infrastructure 5:51 Strategic Analysis: The Battle for Khiam 8:13 Lebanese Army Withdrawal & Political Context 12:46 War Escalation: "It Never Stopped" 26:22 Psychological Warfare: Leaflet Drops in Beirut 30:26 Mossad Agent & Ukrainian Embassy 36:15 Journalism Rights & Media Coverage 47:40 Lebanese Government Analysis 51:06 Military Assessment: Iran & Hezbollah Defense 54:24 Final Remarks: Yemen & USS Lincoln 55:00 Outro & Call to Support ______________________________________________ Subscribe! Donate! Join us in building a bright future for humanity! www.thecommunists.org www.lalkar.org www.redyouth.org Telegram: t.me/thecommunists Twitter: twitter.com/cpgbml Soundcloud: @proletarianradio Rumble: rumble.com/c/theCommunists Odysee: odysee.com/@proletariantv:2 Facebook: www.facebook.com/cpgbml Online Shop: https://shop.thecommunists.org/ Education Program: https://thecommunists.org/education-programme/ Each one teach one! www.londonworker.org/education-programme/ Join the struggle www.thecommunists.org/join/ Donate: www.thecommunists.org/donate/

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A World War 2 story of compassion, loyalty and love.By FinalStand. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Both Men and Nations make ware, but only men make love.Introduction: The Nazi Regime was evil; the German Army of the time, the Heer, did horrible things, but in the end armies are made up of ordinary men and this is a story of ordinary men in bad situationsTwo hours before sunset Day 1.Sergeant Heinz Klausenbach pressed himself through the waist deep snow toward the outpost of the neighboring 3rd Battalion. They sat on the extreme north of his own company’s position, if you could consider what was left of his command a company. Right now every one of his soldiers was praying to see New Year’s Day of 1942, and a prayer was about all they had. The German Wehrmacht was reeling from the massive Soviet Winter offensive and its very existence was in danger.Heinz looked around, trying to get his bearings in the heavy snowfall. He was sure he should have crossed a sentry by now. He checked the bolt on his Mauser rifle; it still worked even in this terrible cold. He snuck up on a figure slumped against as tree. He had on a German helmet so Heinz tapped him and whispered.“Hey, don’t let your officers find you asleep.” The man didn’t move. The Sergeant placed a gloved hand on the man’s shoulder and was immediately impressed with the cold emanating from him. It bit harder than the lethal winds. Heinz turned the man around and gasped. Even in the cloud-covered failing light the man was an icy blue. He was frozen solid.Heinz didn’t want to think about how long the man had to have been out for this to happen. With a sense of dread he pressed on to the last known location of the battalion HQ. He soon came across more frozen corpses. Some looked like they’d died in their sleeps but a few had this look of horror on their faces, as if something had overtaken them.The German came upon the edge of the encampment and slowed down. Nothing seemed to stir in the camp. Heinz endeavored to make it to the battalion radio and relate this disaster. His entire regiment’s position was compromised and it was worth his life to save his comrades. As he rounded the main tent and headed for the entrance he found a woman in bare-feet standing over a small clump of frozen men.She had on a loose white gown, cinched at the waist by a black rope. Her skin was alabaster, her hair was waist long, black and seemed to billow about the woman; her lips were a ruddy blue as were her eyes, and her breath came in deep, labored puffs.“Comrade,” he called out softly in German.The woman turned to face him fully. She was clearly very close to freezing to death. With a moment’s hesitation he leant his rifle against the closest tree and tore off his great coat. Steam wafted off his body and the cold intensified as the woman drew close. She was reaching for him when he stepped beside her and wrapped his coat around her chilly shoulders.The woman looked at Heinz in confusion.“I know you can’t understand me,” he continued in German, “but if I don’t get you to a fire soon you will die. Let me get you some boots and a spare coat and I’ll take you back to me fire.”The woman silently regarded him with her dark eyes framed in her classic Slavic features.She seemed to be a very beautiful Russian woman who had experienced a rough time of late. Heinz didn’t worry about any of that. If they both stayed out here too long, he would die alongside her. She was so cold it hurt his arm where she grabbed him to steady herself as he put some fur boots on her feet. He took an officer’s trench coat and grabbed her chilly hands.The hands felt too bitter to hold so Heinz brought them up to his face and blew hot breath on her. A glimmer of a smile crossed the woman’s lips. She said something in Russian, but he hadn’t a clue what it was. When the radio proved wrecked he began to drag her back to his own men’s position. The woman was careful to follow in the path he stomped through the snow. Twice he stopped to blow again on her freezing hands. Each time she gave that ghost of a smile.“Halt,” hissed a voice in the twilight.“Gunner, I’m back. Get ready to pull back as soon as I give the word,” Heinz instructed the private on picket duty.“What happened?” he called out carefully. Sound carried far over the snow. “Who is with you?”“The 3rd Battalion is gone,” Heinz whispered back. “She’s the only one I could find.”“They left us? The bastards,” Gunner growled.“No, they are all dead. I didn’t find anyone alive this side of the HQ. We need to get the hell out of here,” the Sergeant said.Heinz led the woman to his own little command post. His lieutenant had gone to his own battalion HQ two days ago right before the last big push by the Soviets and hadn’t been seen since. Heinz had been husbanding the lives of his remaining forty-five men. A few quick orders and his men began to move out. He wouldn’t bother radioing Battalion until he’d made his move because he knew what their demands would be.He rolled in his pickets and began his retreat, Fuhrer Orders be damned. The Great Leader ordered that every German stand fast to the last bullet. That was Berlin; in Russia Sgt. Klausenbach had decided to make sure as many of his men as possible lived to see Germany once again. If he followed his conscience they might shoot him. If he stayed, the Russians would definitely kill all of them.“Sir, what do we do with the girl?” one of his corporals asked. Heinz looked her over.“We’ll leave her at the next village we come to. If we abandon her we might as well shoot her. She’ll never survive out here on her own,” Heinz responded. He offered the woman his hand which she took. Together they led the little German troop in their retreat further west.Two hours later the weary men trudged up to the ‘next’ village. It wasn’t much; twelve houses and two communal buildings. A quick scouting mission revealed that the village hand no soldiers, German or Russian, in it. Heinz had his command move stealthily into the settlement, capturing and securing the various homes as the entered.That done, the German’s rounded up the male villagers. Heinz put them to work creating walk ways through the deep snows. His scroungers dug up food supplies which he had the majority of women cook into a hot meal. Using a trick he had picked up in France, Heinz fed the entire village from the prepared food. All the while he felt the eyes of the woman upon him, somehow weighing him in judgment. He was too tired to care.Unfortunately none of the Russians spoke German and the best translator in his unit could only get rudimentary things across. After some finagling, the Sergeant was able communicate to the head of the commune that he was trying to find out who the strange woman belonged to. He talked to the woman who responded in a way that he didn’t like. The head man shrugged to the German’s.When Heinz went out to check the men he’d placed around the outer buildings, the woman insisted in coming along, no matter how much he tried to dissuade her. When they got back he made a point to wrap her in a blanket and lay her down next to the fire. Even as he put himself up against a post in the building to grab the few hours of sleep allowed a non-com, she was still looking him over.Next sunrise Day 2:“Sergeant Klausenbach, you do realize that you have compromised our entire position,” snapped the colonel’s adjutant. Sergeants didn’t get to talk to the real 'powers that be’. “You need to move back and reestablish the line at once.”“Sir, the 3rd Battalion is all gone sir, or at least the two companies I ran across. Sir they were frozen to death. There is no way my forty-five men can plug a hole that wide.”“If you fail to follow your orders Sergeant, you will be arrested and returned to Regimental command to stand trial for cowardice in the face of the enemy,” the officer threatened. Heinz looked over at the few men in the communal barn with him. The woman studied him intently as well. Heinz was beginning to suspect she understood more than she was letting on.“I can’t do it sir,” Heinz sighed. “What you want me to do can’t be done and I’m not going to have all my men die trying to fulfill this insane command just to save my own life. Do what you must.” There was no response for the longest time; seconds became minutes.“Sergeant Klausenbach, can you defend your current position?” the adjutant asked.“I’m in a small village and I’ve got a good view of the terrain. I can hold it against anything short of a determined attack. Is there any hope of artillery support?” Heinz asked.“We will do what we can,” the officer answered.“Unless they throw a battalion at me, I’ll hold this position Sir.”“I’ll get you some supplies as soon as we figure out where you are,” was the man’s final statement before the connection ended and Heinz was left looking at his men. One of his men stuck a hot cup of ersatz-coffee which tasted like crap but warmed the blood. He offered half of the cup to the girl who drank it and made a face that had to say 'are you trying to poison me?’Heinz quickly formed some plan for the defense of the village. Once he figured out the best building to hold on to, he moved the families into the houses closer to the center. He fortified the strongpoints and set the other buildings up to be burned if he needed to get rid of them. Convinced he was doing the best he could, he took out a small patrol east to see if he could spot the Russians but there didn’t seem to be any around for miles.4 hours later Day 2:As he came back to the village from the east he heard supply trucks coming in from the west side of the village. Heinz took deep sigh and despite the icy daggers in his lungs, he felt happy. With the proper supplies in his current fortifications, he knew his men could hold out as needed. Only when the trucks came close to village did Heinz start to get a funny feeling about things.There were not enough trucks and too much protection. There was a jeep, two half-tracks guarding only two trucks. It was lavish protection for the resupply for one under-strength company. When the leader stepped out one of the soldiers with him grumbled. For Heinz it was more a matter of raw anger that came with desperate disappointment. They were an SS security detail.Everyone in the Army had heard rumors of these detachments. Their generous critics called their actions 'anti-partisan’ operations; others whispered accusations of villages leveled and mass executions. Heinz had little hope he was here to help them hold off actual Russian soldiers. The leader was the SS equivalent of a Captain, though he had no rank in the Heer.“Sergeant Klausenbach,” the Captain said scanning the bundled up German soldiers. Heinz stepped forward.“That would be me. Have you come to resupply us?” Heinz asked in even tone.“No,” the SS man began.“Have you come to relieve us?” Heinz interrupted.“No,” the man continued.“Then why in the hell are you in my village?” Heinz snapped. The closest armed SS guards bristled at the treatment of their officer, but the Captain merely smiled in an effete gesture.“As I have been trying to tell you Sergeant, there has been a report of unusual activity and my unit is here to investigate,” he smiled like a predatory cat. Heinz tried not to feel like its next meal.“Like what, sir?” Heinz inquired.“A whole battalion froze to death; I need to know if you noticed anything unusual when you scouted the scene,” the Captain questioned. Two the closest German soldiers shot Heinz a quick look. The woman who was right behind him stayed motionless.“Nothing sir, except a number of men frozen solid with a few of those clearly terrified before they died,” Heinz lied.“Oh, a pity; I will need you to lead me and some of my men to the site,” the SS captain said with a white toothy grin.“Sir, you have to realize that the whole area has to be crawling with Communists by now. I can’t justify throwing the lives of my men away on such a foolish errand,” Heinz protested.“First Sergeant, this wasn’t a request. I have orders from your regiment to accord me, my men, and my mission every available resource. Secondly, the only guide I need is you. Leave your men in safety. Finally, it shouldn’t be the Russian soldiers you should be afraid of,” he grinned.“What does that mean?” Heinz asked.“That is not important to you,” the Captain pointed out, rubbing his clean shaven jawline. Heinz stepped forward and extended his hands. With a great show of forbearance the SS Captain (whose name turned out to be G Sierech) gave Heinz his orders who read them. A cold wind threatened to steal the paper away. Heinz swore under his breath.“I’ve only now come in from patrol Captain Sierech. Let me warm myself by the fire and get a bite to eat. You and your men can join us,” Heinz suggested. The SS Captain acknowledged the wisdom of the gesture and soon thirty SS men were inside the communal barn with nearly half the villagers.“You need to stay here with the others,” Heinz pleaded with the woman when they had a moment alone. “Listen, I don’t know if you can understand any of this, but I think they are after you and if they figure out who you are they will kill you. Please understand that.” She looked into his eyes then past him.“Who is the woman?” Captain Sierech inquired politely having snuck up close enough to hear voices but clearly not their intent.“She is my woman,” Heinz offered.“You have good taste in woman. Too bad she’s a Slav,” Sierech noted contemptuously. “Woman, do you pleasure him?”“I prefer to think that she has good taste in men,” Heinz countered. The woman made no sign that she understood the SS officer.“She doesn’t speak much German, does she?” he smiled in that chilling way of his.“She doesn’t need to speak for what I want,” Heinz highly exaggerated. He was far too exhausted for sex and even if he had, he couldn’t stomach rape or rapists.Three things happened in rapid succession. Sierech moved to snatch the woman by the hair, the woman stumbled away, and Heinz snapped up his arm and batted the officer’s arm aside.The officer reached for his pistol then froze. Heinz had a knife to his throat.“Be careful with your next action, Sergeant,” hissed Sierech. All over the room German soldiers and SS men were pointing weapons at one another. There were more SS in the room, but it wouldn’t help Sierech; Heinz would kill him. The Captain’s chest heaved in anticipation.“Button up your pistol Captain,” Heinz said angrily. “As you said, be careful with your next action.” The officer shrugged and buttoned up his holder and moved his hand away. Heinz put his knife back in its sheath and told his men to stand down.“Let me finish here and I’ll be ready to be your guide in five minutes, Sir.”Sierech gave the Hitler salute which Heinz was obliged to follow and once he had a moment, he pulled the woman aside.“Does this have anything to do with you?” Heinz asked. He got no reply. “If I got you some provisions could you make your way to the Russian lines?” Again, no reply.“Damn it,” Heinz pleaded, “I’m trying to save you and I know you know more about what is happening here than you are letting on.” By this time the SS were gathering for the mission. “I can’t be here to protect you,” which brought a smile to her lips. He’d even dressed her down like one of his soldiersWhen he got into the truck he found and odd assortment of gear. Some of it was weird electronic detection units. There were also a good many White Phosphorus grenades and flame throwers. The also had light mortars and plenty of ammunition. Heinz was stepping up when the woman came running up to him. She kissed him as if we were old lovers, deep and rich and something so strong it rattled his toes. Fear, fatigue and even the cold vanished in this surge of warmth. He couldn’t have appreciated it more it if had been a three day pass.Heinz convinced them that the best bet was to go around the north then trying due east along 3rd battalion designated retreat route. With the trucks left behind, the SS team made good time until they got close to the battalion parameter. They seemed interested in the frozen bodies as a matter of research and Heinz with two years of university knew just enough that something worse than the wretched winter was at work here.4pm Day 2:I quickly became clear that the soviets come this way, but decided to go around it and continued on to the north. At the camp thing were pretty much as he had left them. No sooner had they arrived the SS began searching the ground for tracks. They found what they were looking for too. Bare woman’s footprints. Heinz did his best to appear skeptical without offering any explanation. After some work they determined that the woman had stalked Heinz back to his camp and then followed his troops in the direction of the village.“What did you do here?” the SS Captain Sierech commanded. He had the polished wood case of a sniper rifle on his back. Somehow that choice of weapons suited him.“I walked the perimeter, came in looking for survivors among that stack of bodies thinking that some survivors would have buried themselves for warmth. Finding no one I looted the officers for boots and coats to give to my men."Did you see anyone?” Sierech persisted.“I don’t understand the question; if it had been a Russian I would have shot them and you would see a dead Russian and if it had been a German solider I would have brought them back with me and you would be talking to him not me,” Heinz answered sarcastically. “Perhaps you mean wildlife?”“Was there any unusual wildlife,” the SS Captain snapped, clearly at his end with Heinz’s attitude.“None that I noted. There was absolutely no noise on my approach, no mice or birds, which was unusual. That implies a large number of men normally, living men, but I found no such thing.”“Have you seen much combat Klausenbach?” He asked.“I was in Poland then France then here. I’ve seen my share of dead bodies, virtually all of them being men capable of fighting back,” Heinz grinned.“Do you think you know more than the Supreme Authority of the Reich?” he said sweetly. Heinz began wondering if the man was gay. He looked at Heinz funny and not in a good way.

A World War 2 story of compassion, loyalty and love.By FinalStand. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Both Men and Nations make ware, but only men make love.Introduction: The Nazi Regime was evil; the German Army of the time, the Heer, did horrible things, but in the end armies are made up of ordinary men and this is a story of ordinary men in bad situationsTwo hours before sunset Day 1.Sergeant Heinz Klausenbach pressed himself through the waist deep snow toward the outpost of the neighboring 3rd Battalion. They sat on the extreme north of his own company’s position, if you could consider what was left of his command a company. Right now every one of his soldiers was praying to see New Year’s Day of 1942, and a prayer was about all they had. The German Wehrmacht was reeling from the massive Soviet Winter offensive and its very existence was in danger.Heinz looked around, trying to get his bearings in the heavy snowfall. He was sure he should have crossed a sentry by now. He checked the bolt on his Mauser rifle; it still worked even in this terrible cold. He snuck up on a figure slumped against as tree. He had on a German helmet so Heinz tapped him and whispered.“Hey, don’t let your officers find you asleep.” The man didn’t move. The Sergeant placed a gloved hand on the man’s shoulder and was immediately impressed with the cold emanating from him. It bit harder than the lethal winds. Heinz turned the man around and gasped. Even in the cloud-covered failing light the man was an icy blue. He was frozen solid.Heinz didn’t want to think about how long the man had to have been out for this to happen. With a sense of dread he pressed on to the last known location of the battalion HQ. He soon came across more frozen corpses. Some looked like they’d died in their sleeps but a few had this look of horror on their faces, as if something had overtaken them.The German came upon the edge of the encampment and slowed down. Nothing seemed to stir in the camp. Heinz endeavored to make it to the battalion radio and relate this disaster. His entire regiment’s position was compromised and it was worth his life to save his comrades. As he rounded the main tent and headed for the entrance he found a woman in bare-feet standing over a small clump of frozen men.She had on a loose white gown, cinched at the waist by a black rope. Her skin was alabaster, her hair was waist long, black and seemed to billow about the woman; her lips were a ruddy blue as were her eyes, and her breath came in deep, labored puffs.“Comrade,” he called out softly in German.The woman turned to face him fully. She was clearly very close to freezing to death. With a moment’s hesitation he leant his rifle against the closest tree and tore off his great coat. Steam wafted off his body and the cold intensified as the woman drew close. She was reaching for him when he stepped beside her and wrapped his coat around her chilly shoulders.The woman looked at Heinz in confusion.“I know you can’t understand me,” he continued in German, “but if I don’t get you to a fire soon you will die. Let me get you some boots and a spare coat and I’ll take you back to me fire.”The woman silently regarded him with her dark eyes framed in her classic Slavic features.She seemed to be a very beautiful Russian woman who had experienced a rough time of late. Heinz didn’t worry about any of that. If they both stayed out here too long, he would die alongside her. She was so cold it hurt his arm where she grabbed him to steady herself as he put some fur boots on her feet. He took an officer’s trench coat and grabbed her chilly hands.The hands felt too bitter to hold so Heinz brought them up to his face and blew hot breath on her. A glimmer of a smile crossed the woman’s lips. She said something in Russian, but he hadn’t a clue what it was. When the radio proved wrecked he began to drag her back to his own men’s position. The woman was careful to follow in the path he stomped through the snow. Twice he stopped to blow again on her freezing hands. Each time she gave that ghost of a smile.“Halt,” hissed a voice in the twilight.“Gunner, I’m back. Get ready to pull back as soon as I give the word,” Heinz instructed the private on picket duty.“What happened?” he called out carefully. Sound carried far over the snow. “Who is with you?”“The 3rd Battalion is gone,” Heinz whispered back. “She’s the only one I could find.”“They left us? The bastards,” Gunner growled.“No, they are all dead. I didn’t find anyone alive this side of the HQ. We need to get the hell out of here,” the Sergeant said.Heinz led the woman to his own little command post. His lieutenant had gone to his own battalion HQ two days ago right before the last big push by the Soviets and hadn’t been seen since. Heinz had been husbanding the lives of his remaining forty-five men. A few quick orders and his men began to move out. He wouldn’t bother radioing Battalion until he’d made his move because he knew what their demands would be.He rolled in his pickets and began his retreat, Fuhrer Orders be damned. The Great Leader ordered that every German stand fast to the last bullet. That was Berlin; in Russia Sgt. Klausenbach had decided to make sure as many of his men as possible lived to see Germany once again. If he followed his conscience they might shoot him. If he stayed, the Russians would definitely kill all of them.“Sir, what do we do with the girl?” one of his corporals asked. Heinz looked her over.“We’ll leave her at the next village we come to. If we abandon her we might as well shoot her. She’ll never survive out here on her own,” Heinz responded. He offered the woman his hand which she took. Together they led the little German troop in their retreat further west.Two hours later the weary men trudged up to the ‘next’ village. It wasn’t much; twelve houses and two communal buildings. A quick scouting mission revealed that the village hand no soldiers, German or Russian, in it. Heinz had his command move stealthily into the settlement, capturing and securing the various homes as the entered.That done, the German’s rounded up the male villagers. Heinz put them to work creating walk ways through the deep snows. His scroungers dug up food supplies which he had the majority of women cook into a hot meal. Using a trick he had picked up in France, Heinz fed the entire village from the prepared food. All the while he felt the eyes of the woman upon him, somehow weighing him in judgment. He was too tired to care.Unfortunately none of the Russians spoke German and the best translator in his unit could only get rudimentary things across. After some finagling, the Sergeant was able communicate to the head of the commune that he was trying to find out who the strange woman belonged to. He talked to the woman who responded in a way that he didn’t like. The head man shrugged to the German’s.When Heinz went out to check the men he’d placed around the outer buildings, the woman insisted in coming along, no matter how much he tried to dissuade her. When they got back he made a point to wrap her in a blanket and lay her down next to the fire. Even as he put himself up against a post in the building to grab the few hours of sleep allowed a non-com, she was still looking him over.Next sunrise Day 2:“Sergeant Klausenbach, you do realize that you have compromised our entire position,” snapped the colonel’s adjutant. Sergeants didn’t get to talk to the real 'powers that be’. “You need to move back and reestablish the line at once.”“Sir, the 3rd Battalion is all gone sir, or at least the two companies I ran across. Sir they were frozen to death. There is no way my forty-five men can plug a hole that wide.”“If you fail to follow your orders Sergeant, you will be arrested and returned to Regimental command to stand trial for cowardice in the face of the enemy,” the officer threatened. Heinz looked over at the few men in the communal barn with him. The woman studied him intently as well. Heinz was beginning to suspect she understood more than she was letting on.“I can’t do it sir,” Heinz sighed. “What you want me to do can’t be done and I’m not going to have all my men die trying to fulfill this insane command just to save my own life. Do what you must.” There was no response for the longest time; seconds became minutes.“Sergeant Klausenbach, can you defend your current position?” the adjutant asked.“I’m in a small village and I’ve got a good view of the terrain. I can hold it against anything short of a determined attack. Is there any hope of artillery support?” Heinz asked.“We will do what we can,” the officer answered.“Unless they throw a battalion at me, I’ll hold this position Sir.”“I’ll get you some supplies as soon as we figure out where you are,” was the man’s final statement before the connection ended and Heinz was left looking at his men. One of his men stuck a hot cup of ersatz-coffee which tasted like crap but warmed the blood. He offered half of the cup to the girl who drank it and made a face that had to say 'are you trying to poison me?’Heinz quickly formed some plan for the defense of the village. Once he figured out the best building to hold on to, he moved the families into the houses closer to the center. He fortified the strongpoints and set the other buildings up to be burned if he needed to get rid of them. Convinced he was doing the best he could, he took out a small patrol east to see if he could spot the Russians but there didn’t seem to be any around for miles.4 hours later Day 2:As he came back to the village from the east he heard supply trucks coming in from the west side of the village. Heinz took deep sigh and despite the icy daggers in his lungs, he felt happy. With the proper supplies in his current fortifications, he knew his men could hold out as needed. Only when the trucks came close to village did Heinz start to get a funny feeling about things.There were not enough trucks and too much protection. There was a jeep, two half-tracks guarding only two trucks. It was lavish protection for the resupply for one under-strength company. When the leader stepped out one of the soldiers with him grumbled. For Heinz it was more a matter of raw anger that came with desperate disappointment. They were an SS security detail.Everyone in the Army had heard rumors of these detachments. Their generous critics called their actions 'anti-partisan’ operations; others whispered accusations of villages leveled and mass executions. Heinz had little hope he was here to help them hold off actual Russian soldiers. The leader was the SS equivalent of a Captain, though he had no rank in the Heer.“Sergeant Klausenbach,” the Captain said scanning the bundled up German soldiers. Heinz stepped forward.“That would be me. Have you come to resupply us?” Heinz asked in even tone.“No,” the SS man began.“Have you come to relieve us?” Heinz interrupted.“No,” the man continued.“Then why in the hell are you in my village?” Heinz snapped. The closest armed SS guards bristled at the treatment of their officer, but the Captain merely smiled in an effete gesture.“As I have been trying to tell you Sergeant, there has been a report of unusual activity and my unit is here to investigate,” he smiled like a predatory cat. Heinz tried not to feel like its next meal.“Like what, sir?” Heinz inquired.“A whole battalion froze to death; I need to know if you noticed anything unusual when you scouted the scene,” the Captain questioned. Two the closest German soldiers shot Heinz a quick look. The woman who was right behind him stayed motionless.“Nothing sir, except a number of men frozen solid with a few of those clearly terrified before they died,” Heinz lied.“Oh, a pity; I will need you to lead me and some of my men to the site,” the SS captain said with a white toothy grin.“Sir, you have to realize that the whole area has to be crawling with Communists by now. I can’t justify throwing the lives of my men away on such a foolish errand,” Heinz protested.“First Sergeant, this wasn’t a request. I have orders from your regiment to accord me, my men, and my mission every available resource. Secondly, the only guide I need is you. Leave your men in safety. Finally, it shouldn’t be the Russian soldiers you should be afraid of,” he grinned.“What does that mean?” Heinz asked.“That is not important to you,” the Captain pointed out, rubbing his clean shaven jawline. Heinz stepped forward and extended his hands. With a great show of forbearance the SS Captain (whose name turned out to be G Sierech) gave Heinz his orders who read them. A cold wind threatened to steal the paper away. Heinz swore under his breath.“I’ve only now come in from patrol Captain Sierech. Let me warm myself by the fire and get a bite to eat. You and your men can join us,” Heinz suggested. The SS Captain acknowledged the wisdom of the gesture and soon thirty SS men were inside the communal barn with nearly half the villagers.“You need to stay here with the others,” Heinz pleaded with the woman when they had a moment alone. “Listen, I don’t know if you can understand any of this, but I think they are after you and if they figure out who you are they will kill you. Please understand that.” She looked into his eyes then past him.“Who is the woman?” Captain Sierech inquired politely having snuck up close enough to hear voices but clearly not their intent.“She is my woman,” Heinz offered.“You have good taste in woman. Too bad she’s a Slav,” Sierech noted contemptuously. “Woman, do you pleasure him?”“I prefer to think that she has good taste in men,” Heinz countered. The woman made no sign that she understood the SS officer.“She doesn’t speak much German, does she?” he smiled in that chilling way of his.“She doesn’t need to speak for what I want,” Heinz highly exaggerated. He was far too exhausted for sex and even if he had, he couldn’t stomach rape or rapists.Three things happened in rapid succession. Sierech moved to snatch the woman by the hair, the woman stumbled away, and Heinz snapped up his arm and batted the officer’s arm aside.The officer reached for his pistol then froze. Heinz had a knife to his throat.“Be careful with your next action, Sergeant,” hissed Sierech. All over the room German soldiers and SS men were pointing weapons at one another. There were more SS in the room, but it wouldn’t help Sierech; Heinz would kill him. The Captain’s chest heaved in anticipation.“Button up your pistol Captain,” Heinz said angrily. “As you said, be careful with your next action.” The officer shrugged and buttoned up his holder and moved his hand away. Heinz put his knife back in its sheath and told his men to stand down.“Let me finish here and I’ll be ready to be your guide in five minutes, Sir.”Sierech gave the Hitler salute which Heinz was obliged to follow and once he had a moment, he pulled the woman aside.“Does this have anything to do with you?” Heinz asked. He got no reply. “If I got you some provisions could you make your way to the Russian lines?” Again, no reply.“Damn it,” Heinz pleaded, “I’m trying to save you and I know you know more about what is happening here than you are letting on.” By this time the SS were gathering for the mission. “I can’t be here to protect you,” which brought a smile to her lips. He’d even dressed her down like one of his soldiersWhen he got into the truck he found and odd assortment of gear. Some of it was weird electronic detection units. There were also a good many White Phosphorus grenades and flame throwers. The also had light mortars and plenty of ammunition. Heinz was stepping up when the woman came running up to him. She kissed him as if we were old lovers, deep and rich and something so strong it rattled his toes. Fear, fatigue and even the cold vanished in this surge of warmth. He couldn’t have appreciated it more it if had been a three day pass.Heinz convinced them that the best bet was to go around the north then trying due east along 3rd battalion designated retreat route. With the trucks left behind, the SS team made good time until they got close to the battalion parameter. They seemed interested in the frozen bodies as a matter of research and Heinz with two years of university knew just enough that something worse than the wretched winter was at work here.4pm Day 2:I quickly became clear that the soviets come this way, but decided to go around it and continued on to the north. At the camp thing were pretty much as he had left them. No sooner had they arrived the SS began searching the ground for tracks. They found what they were looking for too. Bare woman’s footprints. Heinz did his best to appear skeptical without offering any explanation. After some work they determined that the woman had stalked Heinz back to his camp and then followed his troops in the direction of the village.“What did you do here?” the SS Captain Sierech commanded. He had the polished wood case of a sniper rifle on his back. Somehow that choice of weapons suited him.“I walked the perimeter, came in looking for survivors among that stack of bodies thinking that some survivors would have buried themselves for warmth. Finding no one I looted the officers for boots and coats to give to my men."Did you see anyone?” Sierech persisted.“I don’t understand the question; if it had been a Russian I would have shot them and you would see a dead Russian and if it had been a German solider I would have brought them back with me and you would be talking to him not me,” Heinz answered sarcastically. “Perhaps you mean wildlife?”“Was there any unusual wildlife,” the SS Captain snapped, clearly at his end with Heinz’s attitude.“None that I noted. There was absolutely no noise on my approach, no mice or birds, which was unusual. That implies a large number of men normally, living men, but I found no such thing.”“Have you seen much combat Klausenbach?” He asked.“I was in Poland then France then here. I’ve seen my share of dead bodies, virtually all of them being men capable of fighting back,” Heinz grinned.“Do you think you know more than the Supreme Authority of the Reich?” he said sweetly. Heinz began wondering if the man was gay. He looked at Heinz funny and not in a good way.

A World War 2 story of compassion, loyalty and love.By FinalStand. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Both Men and Nations make ware, but only men make love.Introduction: The Nazi Regime was evil; the German Army of the time, the Heer, did horrible things, but in the end armies are made up of ordinary men and this is a story of ordinary men in bad situationsTwo hours before sunset Day 1.Sergeant Heinz Klausenbach pressed himself through the waist deep snow toward the outpost of the neighboring 3rd Battalion. They sat on the extreme north of his own company’s position, if you could consider what was left of his command a company. Right now every one of his soldiers was praying to see New Year’s Day of 1942, and a prayer was about all they had. The German Wehrmacht was reeling from the massive Soviet Winter offensive and its very existence was in danger.Heinz looked around, trying to get his bearings in the heavy snowfall. He was sure he should have crossed a sentry by now. He checked the bolt on his Mauser rifle; it still worked even in this terrible cold. He snuck up on a figure slumped against as tree. He had on a German helmet so Heinz tapped him and whispered.“Hey, don’t let your officers find you asleep.” The man didn’t move. The Sergeant placed a gloved hand on the man’s shoulder and was immediately impressed with the cold emanating from him. It bit harder than the lethal winds. Heinz turned the man around and gasped. Even in the cloud-covered failing light the man was an icy blue. He was frozen solid.Heinz didn’t want to think about how long the man had to have been out for this to happen. With a sense of dread he pressed on to the last known location of the battalion HQ. He soon came across more frozen corpses. Some looked like they’d died in their sleeps but a few had this look of horror on their faces, as if something had overtaken them.The German came upon the edge of the encampment and slowed down. Nothing seemed to stir in the camp. Heinz endeavored to make it to the battalion radio and relate this disaster. His entire regiment’s position was compromised and it was worth his life to save his comrades. As he rounded the main tent and headed for the entrance he found a woman in bare-feet standing over a small clump of frozen men.She had on a loose white gown, cinched at the waist by a black rope. Her skin was alabaster, her hair was waist long, black and seemed to billow about the woman; her lips were a ruddy blue as were her eyes, and her breath came in deep, labored puffs.“Comrade,” he called out softly in German.The woman turned to face him fully. She was clearly very close to freezing to death. With a moment’s hesitation he leant his rifle against the closest tree and tore off his great coat. Steam wafted off his body and the cold intensified as the woman drew close. She was reaching for him when he stepped beside her and wrapped his coat around her chilly shoulders.The woman looked at Heinz in confusion.“I know you can’t understand me,” he continued in German, “but if I don’t get you to a fire soon you will die. Let me get you some boots and a spare coat and I’ll take you back to me fire.”The woman silently regarded him with her dark eyes framed in her classic Slavic features.She seemed to be a very beautiful Russian woman who had experienced a rough time of late. Heinz didn’t worry about any of that. If they both stayed out here too long, he would die alongside her. She was so cold it hurt his arm where she grabbed him to steady herself as he put some fur boots on her feet. He took an officer’s trench coat and grabbed her chilly hands.The hands felt too bitter to hold so Heinz brought them up to his face and blew hot breath on her. A glimmer of a smile crossed the woman’s lips. She said something in Russian, but he hadn’t a clue what it was. When the radio proved wrecked he began to drag her back to his own men’s position. The woman was careful to follow in the path he stomped through the snow. Twice he stopped to blow again on her freezing hands. Each time she gave that ghost of a smile.“Halt,” hissed a voice in the twilight.“Gunner, I’m back. Get ready to pull back as soon as I give the word,” Heinz instructed the private on picket duty.“What happened?” he called out carefully. Sound carried far over the snow. “Who is with you?”“The 3rd Battalion is gone,” Heinz whispered back. “She’s the only one I could find.”“They left us? The bastards,” Gunner growled.“No, they are all dead. I didn’t find anyone alive this side of the HQ. We need to get the hell out of here,” the Sergeant said.Heinz led the woman to his own little command post. His lieutenant had gone to his own battalion HQ two days ago right before the last big push by the Soviets and hadn’t been seen since. Heinz had been husbanding the lives of his remaining forty-five men. A few quick orders and his men began to move out. He wouldn’t bother radioing Battalion until he’d made his move because he knew what their demands would be.He rolled in his pickets and began his retreat, Fuhrer Orders be damned. The Great Leader ordered that every German stand fast to the last bullet. That was Berlin; in Russia Sgt. Klausenbach had decided to make sure as many of his men as possible lived to see Germany once again. If he followed his conscience they might shoot him. If he stayed, the Russians would definitely kill all of them.“Sir, what do we do with the girl?” one of his corporals asked. Heinz looked her over.“We’ll leave her at the next village we come to. If we abandon her we might as well shoot her. She’ll never survive out here on her own,” Heinz responded. He offered the woman his hand which she took. Together they led the little German troop in their retreat further west.Two hours later the weary men trudged up to the ‘next’ village. It wasn’t much; twelve houses and two communal buildings. A quick scouting mission revealed that the village hand no soldiers, German or Russian, in it. Heinz had his command move stealthily into the settlement, capturing and securing the various homes as the entered.That done, the German’s rounded up the male villagers. Heinz put them to work creating walk ways through the deep snows. His scroungers dug up food supplies which he had the majority of women cook into a hot meal. Using a trick he had picked up in France, Heinz fed the entire village from the prepared food. All the while he felt the eyes of the woman upon him, somehow weighing him in judgment. He was too tired to care.Unfortunately none of the Russians spoke German and the best translator in his unit could only get rudimentary things across. After some finagling, the Sergeant was able communicate to the head of the commune that he was trying to find out who the strange woman belonged to. He talked to the woman who responded in a way that he didn’t like. The head man shrugged to the German’s.When Heinz went out to check the men he’d placed around the outer buildings, the woman insisted in coming along, no matter how much he tried to dissuade her. When they got back he made a point to wrap her in a blanket and lay her down next to the fire. Even as he put himself up against a post in the building to grab the few hours of sleep allowed a non-com, she was still looking him over.Next sunrise Day 2:“Sergeant Klausenbach, you do realize that you have compromised our entire position,” snapped the colonel’s adjutant. Sergeants didn’t get to talk to the real 'powers that be’. “You need to move back and reestablish the line at once.”“Sir, the 3rd Battalion is all gone sir, or at least the two companies I ran across. Sir they were frozen to death. There is no way my forty-five men can plug a hole that wide.”“If you fail to follow your orders Sergeant, you will be arrested and returned to Regimental command to stand trial for cowardice in the face of the enemy,” the officer threatened. Heinz looked over at the few men in the communal barn with him. The woman studied him intently as well. Heinz was beginning to suspect she understood more than she was letting on.“I can’t do it sir,” Heinz sighed. “What you want me to do can’t be done and I’m not going to have all my men die trying to fulfill this insane command just to save my own life. Do what you must.” There was no response for the longest time; seconds became minutes.“Sergeant Klausenbach, can you defend your current position?” the adjutant asked.“I’m in a small village and I’ve got a good view of the terrain. I can hold it against anything short of a determined attack. Is there any hope of artillery support?” Heinz asked.“We will do what we can,” the officer answered.“Unless they throw a battalion at me, I’ll hold this position Sir.”“I’ll get you some supplies as soon as we figure out where you are,” was the man’s final statement before the connection ended and Heinz was left looking at his men. One of his men stuck a hot cup of ersatz-coffee which tasted like crap but warmed the blood. He offered half of the cup to the girl who drank it and made a face that had to say 'are you trying to poison me?’Heinz quickly formed some plan for the defense of the village. Once he figured out the best building to hold on to, he moved the families into the houses closer to the center. He fortified the strongpoints and set the other buildings up to be burned if he needed to get rid of them. Convinced he was doing the best he could, he took out a small patrol east to see if he could spot the Russians but there didn’t seem to be any around for miles.4 hours later Day 2:As he came back to the village from the east he heard supply trucks coming in from the west side of the village. Heinz took deep sigh and despite the icy daggers in his lungs, he felt happy. With the proper supplies in his current fortifications, he knew his men could hold out as needed. Only when the trucks came close to village did Heinz start to get a funny feeling about things.There were not enough trucks and too much protection. There was a jeep, two half-tracks guarding only two trucks. It was lavish protection for the resupply for one under-strength company. When the leader stepped out one of the soldiers with him grumbled. For Heinz it was more a matter of raw anger that came with desperate disappointment. They were an SS security detail.Everyone in the Army had heard rumors of these detachments. Their generous critics called their actions 'anti-partisan’ operations; others whispered accusations of villages leveled and mass executions. Heinz had little hope he was here to help them hold off actual Russian soldiers. The leader was the SS equivalent of a Captain, though he had no rank in the Heer.“Sergeant Klausenbach,” the Captain said scanning the bundled up German soldiers. Heinz stepped forward.“That would be me. Have you come to resupply us?” Heinz asked in even tone.“No,” the SS man began.“Have you come to relieve us?” Heinz interrupted.“No,” the man continued.“Then why in the hell are you in my village?” Heinz snapped. The closest armed SS guards bristled at the treatment of their officer, but the Captain merely smiled in an effete gesture.“As I have been trying to tell you Sergeant, there has been a report of unusual activity and my unit is here to investigate,” he smiled like a predatory cat. Heinz tried not to feel like its next meal.“Like what, sir?” Heinz inquired.“A whole battalion froze to death; I need to know if you noticed anything unusual when you scouted the scene,” the Captain questioned. Two the closest German soldiers shot Heinz a quick look. The woman who was right behind him stayed motionless.“Nothing sir, except a number of men frozen solid with a few of those clearly terrified before they died,” Heinz lied.“Oh, a pity; I will need you to lead me and some of my men to the site,” the SS captain said with a white toothy grin.“Sir, you have to realize that the whole area has to be crawling with Communists by now. I can’t justify throwing the lives of my men away on such a foolish errand,” Heinz protested.“First Sergeant, this wasn’t a request. I have orders from your regiment to accord me, my men, and my mission every available resource. Secondly, the only guide I need is you. Leave your men in safety. Finally, it shouldn’t be the Russian soldiers you should be afraid of,” he grinned.“What does that mean?” Heinz asked.“That is not important to you,” the Captain pointed out, rubbing his clean shaven jawline. Heinz stepped forward and extended his hands. With a great show of forbearance the SS Captain (whose name turned out to be G Sierech) gave Heinz his orders who read them. A cold wind threatened to steal the paper away. Heinz swore under his breath.“I’ve only now come in from patrol Captain Sierech. Let me warm myself by the fire and get a bite to eat. You and your men can join us,” Heinz suggested. The SS Captain acknowledged the wisdom of the gesture and soon thirty SS men were inside the communal barn with nearly half the villagers.“You need to stay here with the others,” Heinz pleaded with the woman when they had a moment alone. “Listen, I don’t know if you can understand any of this, but I think they are after you and if they figure out who you are they will kill you. Please understand that.” She looked into his eyes then past him.“Who is the woman?” Captain Sierech inquired politely having snuck up close enough to hear voices but clearly not their intent.“She is my woman,” Heinz offered.“You have good taste in woman. Too bad she’s a Slav,” Sierech noted contemptuously. “Woman, do you pleasure him?”“I prefer to think that she has good taste in men,” Heinz countered. The woman made no sign that she understood the SS officer.“She doesn’t speak much German, does she?” he smiled in that chilling way of his.“She doesn’t need to speak for what I want,” Heinz highly exaggerated. He was far too exhausted for sex and even if he had, he couldn’t stomach rape or rapists.Three things happened in rapid succession. Sierech moved to snatch the woman by the hair, the woman stumbled away, and Heinz snapped up his arm and batted the officer’s arm aside.The officer reached for his pistol then froze. Heinz had a knife to his throat.“Be careful with your next action, Sergeant,” hissed Sierech. All over the room German soldiers and SS men were pointing weapons at one another. There were more SS in the room, but it wouldn’t help Sierech; Heinz would kill him. The Captain’s chest heaved in anticipation.“Button up your pistol Captain,” Heinz said angrily. “As you said, be careful with your next action.” The officer shrugged and buttoned up his holder and moved his hand away. Heinz put his knife back in its sheath and told his men to stand down.“Let me finish here and I’ll be ready to be your guide in five minutes, Sir.”Sierech gave the Hitler salute which Heinz was obliged to follow and once he had a moment, he pulled the woman aside.“Does this have anything to do with you?” Heinz asked. He got no reply. “If I got you some provisions could you make your way to the Russian lines?” Again, no reply.“Damn it,” Heinz pleaded, “I’m trying to save you and I know you know more about what is happening here than you are letting on.” By this time the SS were gathering for the mission. “I can’t be here to protect you,” which brought a smile to her lips. He’d even dressed her down like one of his soldiersWhen he got into the truck he found and odd assortment of gear. Some of it was weird electronic detection units. There were also a good many White Phosphorus grenades and flame throwers. The also had light mortars and plenty of ammunition. Heinz was stepping up when the woman came running up to him. She kissed him as if we were old lovers, deep and rich and something so strong it rattled his toes. Fear, fatigue and even the cold vanished in this surge of warmth. He couldn’t have appreciated it more it if had been a three day pass.Heinz convinced them that the best bet was to go around the north then trying due east along 3rd battalion designated retreat route. With the trucks left behind, the SS team made good time until they got close to the battalion parameter. They seemed interested in the frozen bodies as a matter of research and Heinz with two years of university knew just enough that something worse than the wretched winter was at work here.4pm Day 2:I quickly became clear that the soviets come this way, but decided to go around it and continued on to the north. At the camp thing were pretty much as he had left them. No sooner had they arrived the SS began searching the ground for tracks. They found what they were looking for too. Bare woman’s footprints. Heinz did his best to appear skeptical without offering any explanation. After some work they determined that the woman had stalked Heinz back to his camp and then followed his troops in the direction of the village.“What did you do here?” the SS Captain Sierech commanded. He had the polished wood case of a sniper rifle on his back. Somehow that choice of weapons suited him.“I walked the perimeter, came in looking for survivors among that stack of bodies thinking that some survivors would have buried themselves for warmth. Finding no one I looted the officers for boots and coats to give to my men."Did you see anyone?” Sierech persisted.“I don’t understand the question; if it had been a Russian I would have shot them and you would see a dead Russian and if it had been a German solider I would have brought them back with me and you would be talking to him not me,” Heinz answered sarcastically. “Perhaps you mean wildlife?”“Was there any unusual wildlife,” the SS Captain snapped, clearly at his end with Heinz’s attitude.“None that I noted. There was absolutely no noise on my approach, no mice or birds, which was unusual. That implies a large number of men normally, living men, but I found no such thing.”“Have you seen much combat Klausenbach?” He asked.“I was in Poland then France then here. I’ve seen my share of dead bodies, virtually all of them being men capable of fighting back,” Heinz grinned.“Do you think you know more than the Supreme Authority of the Reich?” he said sweetly. Heinz began wondering if the man was gay. He looked at Heinz funny and not in a good way.

After the naked imperialist aggression on Iran by the Zionist entity and the U.S have made inevitable long term full scale war. Which resulting in the martyred of 165 school children and the martyrdom of Sayid Ali Khamenie. This act of war has achieved nothing but the complete relativization of Iran and Iran is out for revenge. Since then Iran has reigned fire on all of the Imperialist military bases in Bahrain/ Kuwait/ Saudi Arabia/ Qatar/ United Arab Emirates/Iraq. This show of power has managed to inspire uprising in Iraq/Bahrain/Pakistan to remove the military bases. In Bahrain particularly it has escalated to the majority in the country the Shia revolting against the Khalifa regime. The video is part of a rally organised by the PSC/Stop the war against Imperialist agrression against Iran, witch features two speakers: Ali from the CPGB-ML and Mehranaz. At the same rally there was a counter demo organised by Pahlavists and British reactionaries. Hands off Iran! End the imperialist aggression against Iran! End the sanctions! Long live the axis of resistance! Subscribe! Donate! Join us in building a bright future for humanity! www.thecommunists.org www.lalkar.org www.redyouth.org Telegram: t.me/thecommunists Twitter: twitter.com/cpgbml Soundcloud: @proletarianradio Rumble: rumble.com/c/theCommunists Odysee: odysee.com/@proletariantv:2 Facebook: www.facebook.com/cpgbml Online Shop: https://shop.thecommunists.org/ Education Program: https://thecommunists.org/education-programme/ Each one teach one! www.londonworker.org/education-programme/ Join the struggle www.thecommunists.org/join/ Donate: www.thecommunists.org/donate/

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Within this video, Comrade Daniel O'Brien shares his thoughts on questions concerning Anglo-American imperialism upon Iran and how it globally affects the world, including the working class within Britain who may imagine they are not victims of imperialism as well. Subscribe! Donate! Join us in building a bright future for humanity! www.thecommunists.org www.lalkar.org www.redyouth.org Telegram: t.me/thecommunists Twitter: twitter.com/cpgbml Soundcloud: @proletarianradio Rumble: rumble.com/c/theCommunists Odysee: odysee.com/@proletariantv:2 Facebook: www.facebook.com/cpgbml Online Shop: https://shop.thecommunists.org/ Education Program: https://thecommunists.org/education-programme/ Each one teach one! www.londonworker.org/education-programme/ Join the struggle www.thecommunists.org/join/ Donate: www.thecommunists.org/donate/

In this disturbing episode of Seven Deadly Sinners, we unravel the psychological grip behind the Lambeth Slavery Case and the cult built by Aravindan Balakrishnan, known to his followers as "Comrade Bala"Operating from a Maoist commune in Lambeth, England - Balakrishnan fashioned himself as a revolutionary visionary. But behind the rhetoric of class struggle and liberation lay decades of coercion, isolation, and absolute control over vulnerable women who believed he held the key to their survival.At the center of his manipulation was a bizarre invention he called “Jackie” — a supposed high-tech monitoring system he claimed could track thoughts, movements, and even disloyalty. In reality, Jackie wasn't a machine at all, but a psychological weapon. By convincing his followers that he possessed near-omnipotent surveillance powers, Balakrishnan reinforced paranoia, obedience, and fear, turning imagination into shackles.How does a man weaponize belief itself? How can captivity last nearly 30 years in plain sight? This episode explores the dangerous alchemy of ideology, narcissism, and manufactured omniscience — and how one man's delusion became a prison without bars.

In this episode, we uncover the roots of the Stalin Roswell UFO conspiracy with the help of two very stupid Chads and one human thumb named Joe Rogan. I know half of my audience are groaning. But for the other half,--you're welcome. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Knoxville American Legion Post Commander Curt Froyen discusses a new event put on by the Marion County Commission of Veterans Affairs happening Wednesday called Comrade Coffee.

The simplistic binary thinking of the Republican partisan - "Everyone who disagrees with Trump is a leftist/communist!" Ironically, the GOP is running the 10 Planks of the Communist Manifesto on a daily basis. And Trump is leading them even further LEFT. And our newest "economist", Dr. Oz, says "More work for the collective, tax slave!" Rubio, the Neo-Con darling of MAGA, cares deeply for the Iranian people! Not so much about Americans.    

Please join us at patreon.com/tortoiseshack Theses first few weeks of 2026 have been a hell of a decade. But we did not have technocrat Mark Carney joining the revolution on our bingo cards. To discuss this, the inequality at the heart of the polarisation, wealth taxes on the 1%, Ireland's role in Global Tax Abuse and more is economist with NERI, Ciarán Nugent. The wealth inequality report is here:https://www.oxfamireland.org/sites/default/files/2026-01/wealth-inequality-report-final-version.pdf The Irish Spy Deel (sic) podcast is here:https://www.patreon.com/posts/patron-exclusive-149241136?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link Support Dignity for Palestine here:https://www.patreon.com/posts/call-to-stand-143037542

Amidst the unceasing murderous march of capitalist imperialism and its transformation into new fascisms, the mantra of the revolutionary is to become organised, either by founding or joining a revolutionary organisation such a party, in order to establish a political organ for the proliferation of capitalism's overthrow. In this episode, Adam is joined by Elane Heffernan and David Renton to discuss a case of revolutionary organisation and its failure which still shapes the ecosystem of revolutionary activity in the UK today: the Socialist Worker's Party or SWP, and the culture of abuse that led to its decline . The SWP was Britain's largest Marxist organisation until 2013, when the central committee's shameful treatment of women who accused one of its leadership, "Comrade Delta", of sexual assault led to an exodus of members and the discrediting of their structures and methods. In this episode, we discuss their experienced during this scandal and how it arose from the SWP's internal culture, and what radicals can learn from the failures of the UK's largest Far-Left Party. David's history of the scandal, "Comrade Delta" containing over 50 interviews with members and ex-members of the SWP, is out this July from Ebb books.Support the showSupport the podcast:Current classes at Acid Horizon Research Commons (AHRC): https://www.acidhorizonpodcast.com/ahrc-mainWebsite: https://www.acidhorizonpodcast.com/Linktree: https://linktr.ee/acidhorizonAcid Horizon on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/acidhorizonpodcast Boycott Watkins Media: https://xenogothic.com/2025/03/17/boycott-watkins-statement/ Subscribe to us on your favorite podcast: https://pod.link/1512615438Merch: http://www.crit-drip.comSubscribe to us on your favorite podcast platform: https://pod.link/1512615438 LEPHT HAND: https://www.patreon.com/LEPHTHANDHappy Hour at Hippel's (Adam's blog): https://happyhourathippels.wordpress.com​Split Infinities (Craig's Substack): https://splitinfinities.substack.com/​Music: https://sereptie.bandcamp.com/ and https://thecominginsurrection.bandcamp.com/

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NB: Man, I so wanted to call this episode All Hail the Nuptial Fuck Chamber but out of respect for Elijah and his family, I gave it a nice title instead. Also, Chris followed up with an additional note: “Looking at (rather than just vaguely recalling) the bit from Catullus 62, the poem is amoebaean (the girls sing in answer to the boys). It opens with the boys claiming that the evening star, Venus, is shining over Olympus, understood as simply meaning that it's in the sky—that is, it is night, time for marriage (and consummation). The girls echo this claim, but they swap out Mount Oeta for Olympus, Oeta being close to Olympus and interchangeable with it. When Housman says that ‘the star from Oeta's steep / calls to bed but not to sleep,' I think he's just echoing this evocative, poeticizing way of saying ‘the ceremony's done, now it's time for fun.' Of course, if it is about MJ [Moses Jackson], the real emotion of the poem is in the speaker's self-abnegation, his giving the groom to the girl who loves him less than he does, his blessing on and defense of (hand on sword) the conjugal jollifications, and his own exclusion from bliss. But I wouldn't take any of the geography too literally! the main point is just that it's night time, and night time is the right time.” SLEERICKETS is a podcast about poetry and other intractable problems. My book Midlife now exists. Buy it here, or leave it a rating here or hereFor more SLEERICKETS, subscribe to SECRET SHOW, join the group chat, and send me a poem for Listener Crit!Leave the show a rating here (actually, just do it on your phone, it's easier). Thanks!Wear SLEERICKETS t-shirts and hoodies. They look good!SLEERICKETS is now on YouTube!For a frank, anonymous critique on SLEERICKETS, subscribe to the SECRET SHOW and send a poem of no more 25 lines to sleerickets [at] gmail [dot] com Some of the topics mentioned in this episode:– Pre-order Brian's book The Optimists! It's so good!– Let me know if you'd like a review copy of my forthcoming chapbook The Soft Black Stars: sleerickets [at] gmail [dot] com– Secret Show Ep 29. Eyes! Nose! Throat!– Musical Order and New Babel: on Apocalypse Dance by Ethan McGuire by D. W. Baker– Six of my poems at The New Stylus– Epithalamium by A. E. Housman– To my Comrade, Moses J. Jackson, Scoffer at my Scholarship by A. E. Housman, trans. A. E. Stallings– The Penguin Book of Greek and Latin Lyric Verse, trans. & ed. Christopher ChildersFrequently mentioned names:– Joshua Mehigan– Shane McCrae– A. E. Stallings– Ryan Wilson– Morri Creech– Austin Allen– Jonathan Farmer– Zara Raab– Amit Majmudar– Ethan McGuire– Coleman Glenn– Chris Childers– Alexis Sears– JP Gritton– Alex Pepple– Ernie Hilbert– Joanna Pearson– Matt Wall– Steve Knepper – Helena Feder– David YezziOther Ratbag Poetry Pods:Poetry Says by Alice AllanI Hate Matt Wall by Matt WallVersecraft by Elijah Perseus BlumovRatbag Poetics By David Jalal MotamedAlice: In Future PostsBrian: @BPlatzerCameron: Minor TiresiasMatthew: sleerickets [at] gmail [dot] comMusic by ETRNLArt by Daniel Alexander Smith

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This is a preview of a premium episode from our Patreon feed, Paid Costly For Me! Head over to Patreon.com/PodCastyForMe to hear more for just $5 a month. Our friend and yours Comrade Yui is back to talk two Ernest Hemingway adaptations in our wheelhouse - THE KILLERS (1946) by CRISS CROSS director Robert Siodmak and THE KILLERS (1964) by DIRTY HARRY director Don Siegel (plus the short Tarkovsky made as a student in 1956!). We get a crash course in noir history, spatial cinematography, and midcentury ideas of the self - along with our earliest-ever Pine Cone Crime Zone. Patreon.com/ComradeYui As always, thank you to Jetski for our theme music and Jeremy Allison for our artwork. Follow Pod Casty For Me: https://www.podcastyforme.com/ https://twitter.com/podcastyforme https://www.instagram.com/podcastyforme/ https://www.youtube.com/@podcastyforme Support us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/PodCastyForMe Artwork by Jeremy Allison: https://www.instagram.com/jeremyallisonart    

In this episode, we traveled north to Remagination Farm on Eastern Pomo and Lake Miwok land—also known as Kelseyville, CA—ancestral homelands of the Pomo people. There, we had the profound honor of sitting with Dr. Robyn Magalit Rodriguez, whose life and work reflect a deeply powerful and life-altering return to the land.For so many of us rooted in homeland struggles, this return is a dream—an act of reclaiming, remembering, and embodying freedom. Dr. Rodriguez has done exactly that. After more than two decades as a professor of Asian American Studies at UC Davis, and following the devastating loss of her son, Amado Khaya, she made the courageous decision to transform her life's path. Her journey led her to establish Remagination Farm, where she is building a living practice of regenerative agriculture, ritual, spirituality, and ethical relationships to land and community.Drawing from her extensive background as a researcher, educator, and long-time community organizer, Dr. Rodriguez shares how she listens to ancestral callings, how she understands land stewardship as a liberatory practice, and how returning to the earth can be a site of both grief and rebirth. She also discusses her founding of Remagination Lab, home of the School for Liberating Education (SLE), and the Amado Khaya Initiative (AKI)—projects devoted to radical learning, community nourishment, and honoring her son's legacy.In this conversation, Robyn offers a model of what it means to truly realign one's life with purpose, lineage, and liberation. She is actively manifesting the world we are fighting for.This episode features music from Amado Khaya's memorial – listen here at Amado Khaya Memorial Tribute Soundtrack – and some of the following music: A Day Will Come by Desirée Dawson, Dal3ona el zaytoun دلعونا الزيتون - دلال أبو آمنة Dalal Abu Amneh, our kasama Sam singing The Eyes the Flight The Slow Gestures - performed live at We Rise's Crosspollination: Roots Of Justice (We Rise podcast episode 54), and ends with a reading of A Comrade is as Precious as a Rice Seedling – a poem by Filipina revolutionary Mila D. Aguilar.Learn more: ReimaginationFarm.org

[00:03:45] – Socialist Shockwave in New York CityKnight analyzes the election of socialist candidate Zoran Mamdani as New York City's mayor, describing it as a defining moment signaling America's growing embrace of Marxist-style governance. [00:17:50] – Free Speech on Trial: The BDS BacklashKnight explores how Mamdani's support for the BDS movement reignited debate over Israel, anti-Semitism, and whether political boycotts are being criminalized in the U.S. [00:25:03] – Omid Malik and MAGA's Globalist NetworkKnight exposes Trump ally Omid Malik's connections to global finance, arguing that figures like him represent the merging of populist branding with technocratic control. [01:03:10] – AI and the Death of Human CreativityArtist Anthony Freda discusses how artificial intelligence is erasing human imagination and reducing art to algorithmic imitation, highlighting the broader cultural decline of authenticity. [01:11:09] – Inside the New York Times Propaganda MachineFreda recounts his time freelancing for The New York Times, revealing how editorial content had to align with State Department messaging—showing how corporate media functions as state propaganda. [01:20:19] – Faith Through Suffering and RenewalFreda describes how personal tragedy and his fiancée's near-death experience rekindled his faith, shaping his transition from political to spiritually inspired art. [01:26:13] – The Decline of Beauty and the Rise of DarknessKnight and Freda discuss how modern architecture and art have abandoned the sacred, contrasting contemporary sterility with the reverence and craftsmanship of past centuries. [01:56:04] – Alexander Dugin & The Fourth Political TheoryKnight revisits Russian philosopher Alexander Dugin's vision of a multipolar world rejecting Western liberal dominance, exploring how his ideas influence global nationalist movements. [02:23:18] – The EV Collapse & China's AdvantageGuest Eric Peters explains how Western automakers' retreat from electric vehicles exposes the failure of government-mandated markets and China's growing industrial dominance. [03:02:58] – Insurance, Inflation & The Two-Tier SystemPeters and Knight conclude by examining the punitive costs of car ownership, using insurance and regulation as examples of a two-tier system that punishes ordinary citizens while protecting elites. Follow the show on Kick and watch live every weekday 9:00am EST – 12:00pm EST https://kick.com/davidknightshow Money should have intrinsic value AND transactional privacy: Go to https://davidknight.gold/ for great deals on physical gold/silverFor 10% off Gerald Celente's prescient Trends Journal, go to https://trendsjournal.com/ and enter the code KNIGHTFind out more about the show and where you can watch it at TheDavidKnightShow.com If you would like to support the show and our family please consider subscribing monthly here: SubscribeStar https://www.subscribestar.com/the-david-knight-showOr you can send a donation throughMail: David Knight POB 994 Kodak, TN 37764Zelle: @DavidKnightShow@protonmail.comCash App at: $davidknightshowBTC to: bc1qkuec29hkuye4xse9unh7nptvu3y9qmv24vanh7Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-david-knight-show--2653468/support.

[00:03:45] – Socialist Shockwave in New York CityKnight analyzes the election of socialist candidate Zoran Mamdani as New York City's mayor, describing it as a defining moment signaling America's growing embrace of Marxist-style governance. [00:17:50] – Free Speech on Trial: The BDS BacklashKnight explores how Mamdani's support for the BDS movement reignited debate over Israel, anti-Semitism, and whether political boycotts are being criminalized in the U.S. [00:25:03] – Omid Malik and MAGA's Globalist NetworkKnight exposes Trump ally Omid Malik's connections to global finance, arguing that figures like him represent the merging of populist branding with technocratic control. [01:03:10] – AI and the Death of Human CreativityArtist Anthony Freda discusses how artificial intelligence is erasing human imagination and reducing art to algorithmic imitation, highlighting the broader cultural decline of authenticity. [01:11:09] – Inside the New York Times Propaganda MachineFreda recounts his time freelancing for The New York Times, revealing how editorial content had to align with State Department messaging—showing how corporate media functions as state propaganda. [01:20:19] – Faith Through Suffering and RenewalFreda describes how personal tragedy and his fiancée's near-death experience rekindled his faith, shaping his transition from political to spiritually inspired art. [01:26:13] – The Decline of Beauty and the Rise of DarknessKnight and Freda discuss how modern architecture and art have abandoned the sacred, contrasting contemporary sterility with the reverence and craftsmanship of past centuries. [01:56:04] – Alexander Dugin & The Fourth Political TheoryKnight revisits Russian philosopher Alexander Dugin's vision of a multipolar world rejecting Western liberal dominance, exploring how his ideas influence global nationalist movements. [02:23:18] – The EV Collapse & China's AdvantageGuest Eric Peters explains how Western automakers' retreat from electric vehicles exposes the failure of government-mandated markets and China's growing industrial dominance. [03:02:58] – Insurance, Inflation & The Two-Tier SystemPeters and Knight conclude by examining the punitive costs of car ownership, using insurance and regulation as examples of a two-tier system that punishes ordinary citizens while protecting elites. Follow the show on Kick and watch live every weekday 9:00am EST – 12:00pm EST https://kick.com/davidknightshow Money should have intrinsic value AND transactional privacy: Go to https://davidknight.gold/ for great deals on physical gold/silver For 10% off Gerald Celente's prescient Trends Journal, go to https://trendsjournal.com/ and enter the code KNIGHT Find out more about the show and where you can watch it at TheDavidKnightShow.com If you would like to support the show and our family please consider subscribing monthly here: SubscribeStar https://www.subscribestar.com/the-david-knight-showOr you can send a donation throughMail: David Knight POB 994 Kodak, TN 37764Zelle: @DavidKnightShow@protonmail.comCash App at: $davidknightshowBTC to: bc1qkuec29hkuye4xse9unh7nptvu3y9qmv24vanh7Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-real-david-knight-show--5282736/support.

Hugh discusses Israel-Gaza, the Mayoral race in NYC, and the Gubernatorial race in New Jersey, and talks with Sen. Tom Cotton, Dr. Michael Oren, Bethany Mandel, Adm. Mark Montgomery (USN, Ret.), and Vic Matus.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

1. Radicalization of the Democratic Party The hosts argue that the Democratic Party has moved from moderate liberalism (e.g., Bill Clinton) to embracing far-left ideologies. They claim that figures like Mamdani, AOC, and Bernie Sanders represent a dangerous shift toward communism and anti-American sentiment. 2. Criticism of Zohran Mamdani Cruz and Ferguson scrutinize Mamdani’s background, including his father’s academic statements and Mamdani’s own comments post-9/11. They interpret Mamdani’s remarks as lacking patriotism and empathy for 9/11 victims. They highlight Mamdani’s association with controversial figures, including Imam Siraj Wahaj, whom they label as a jihadist. 3. Media and Political Hypocrisy The podcast mocks media outrage over President Trump building a ballroom at the White House while allegedly ignoring more serious issues like Mamdani’s political rise. They accuse Democrats of failing to police their own party and enabling extremism. 4. Gavin Newsom and Elite Hypocrisy Newsom is portrayed as a privileged elitist pretending to be a man of the people. His political persona is compared to Mamdani’s, with both accused of promoting Marxist policies under a polished public image. 5. Bill Maher’s Critique Bill Maher is cited as a liberal voice warning Democrats about the dangers of embracing far-left candidates like Mamdani. His comments are used to support the podcast’s argument that even mainstream liberals are alarmed by the party’s direction. Please Hit Subscribe to this podcast Right Now. Also Please Subscribe to the 47 Morning Update with Ben Ferguson and The Ben Ferguson Show Podcast Wherever You get You're Podcasts. And don't forget to follow the show on Social Media so you never miss a moment! Thanks for Listening YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@VerdictwithTedCruz/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/verdictwithtedcruz X: https://x.com/tedcruz X: https://x.com/benfergusonshow YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@VerdictwithTedCruzSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Hugh discusses the No Kings rallies, the New York City Mayoral race, Israel-Gaza, the Schumer shutdown, and talks with Sen. Tom Cotton, Vic Matus, Bethany Mandel, David Bahnsen, and Doug Lesmerises.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

A Ranger recounts the sudden shift from training to chaos after the “boom” — helicopters struck, smoke and gunfire, and a race through Mogadishu to extract teammates. They focused on the Ranger Creed. The episode traces Colonel Larry Perino's (then Lieutenant) path from West Point and Ranger training to Task Force Ranger in Somalia, describing fast‑rope assaults, ambushes, downed aircraft, and the desperate vehicle and foot exfil under heavy fire. He reflects on the losses, survivor's guilt, the duty to remember fallen comrades, and how the experience shaped leadership and care for soldiers afterward. __________ Please leave us a review on Apple/Spotify Podcasts: Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/mentors-for-military-podcast/id1072421783 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/3w4RiZBxBS8EDy6cuOlbUl #taskforceranger #160thsoar #operationgothicserpent #armyrangers #mentors4mil  #mentorsformilitary Mentors4mil Links: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/Mentors4mil Patreon Support: https://www.patreon.com/join/Mentors4mil  Intro music "Long Way Down" by Silence & Light is used with permission. Show Disclaimer: https://mentorsformilitary.com/disclaimer/

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It's America's 249th birthday, and Jonah Goldberg has something to say about Trump's not-so-beautiful bill, his AI fatigue, the communist cosplay run amok on the left, and the rockstar lineup of The Dispatch contributors. Plus: some good, old-fashioned, Kristol-style patriotism and heady lamentations on revolutions. Show Notes:—The Wednesday G-File (not written by AI)—Jeremiah Johnson on The Remnant—The Dispatch's contributing writer roster—Irving Kristol: “The American Revolution as a Successful Revolution” The Remnant is a production of The Dispatch, a digital media company covering politics, policy, and culture from a non-partisan, conservative perspective. To access all of The Dispatch's offerings—including Jonah's G-File newsletter, regular livestreams, and other members-only content—click here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices