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Things Discussed: Tigers: They go dormant for years but then they pop, and you gotta get a World Series when they do. Sign Skubal! Craig's long story about golf in Alabama. House Settlement: NCAA is going to relinquish enforcement to a commission/CEO run by the commissioners. Will it work? Without legislation they'll just get sued again. What some schools are going for is to have rules that nobody enforces except against programs they don't like. This was ideal for OSU/Bama/Georgia/LSU who could get a competitive advantage on programs that self-police, and occasionally could be used as a weapon against rivals. Who's the CEO? They said someone not in sports—so Condi Rice? Who's going to take this job who's not in athletics? Can they create a player's union? Why would the players unionize when they are getting everything they want. MLB unionized because their players were employees; NCAA doesn't control player movement because they want to avoid their athletes being employees. NCAA is getting out but it falls to conference commissioners, who are not at all equipped to handle this. They're serving needs of ADs who are complaining about different things. Ohio State wants there to be rules they don't have to follow and Michigan does. Michigan wants to be able to spend whatever they can raise. Purdue wants to have some player control so their cornerbacks don't get poached. Michigan State isn't thinking "oh I need to make sure Michigan and Ohio State don't boot me" and not even thinking about what's best for Michigan State; they're thinking how can we screw Michigan. You're expecting this mix to come up with solutions? Clearinghouse won't work because they'll get a flood of lawsuits. Player already have the money; they won't let you close the spigot. Answer is legislation that gives the NCAA some kind of anti-trust protection. Will it get prioritized at the federal level? Probably not this Congress, but the next one or the next one. State laws are only trying to make their own teams better. Sam: Can they make a special class? They had it in student athletes but that got blown up by the states, which is how we got here. The players have no incentive to change things because they're winning. NCAA is deathly afraid of the players becoming employees, which is why they can't regulate player movement even with NIL deals. The NCAA can't create a student-athlete class. The federal government can. The schools have real interest in getting legislation that cuts off the players' spigot, and that means the fans have leverage now that we've not had at any point in this conversation. What I want them to do (not saying it'll happen) is use that leverage to get things we want. What do we want? Guaranteed access to football broadcasts. Our old conferences back. A cap on student fees (this doesn't matter to us but it's a big deal to smaller schools). Schools can't balloon ticket prices by participating in the secondary ticket market. What do we want as Michigan fans? Our interests are aligned with PSU/Notre Dame/USC who want the buy-in price to be high but also some kind of cap so that the value of the education makes us the best option. Prediction: House settlement/clearinghouse will be a patch, it won't work, and they'll let it play out until they can get legislation. Could they get legislation now? Maybe but it won't do anything for the fans—it would be the schools buying up whatever votes are for sale and passing something they write, and odds are it won't be Constitutional enough to survive the players bringing it to court.

2 - Commissioner Tom DiBello joins us today to discuss an article in the Del Val Journal regarding putting the homeless population into a motel in Pottsville. Tom explains what the article got wrong and justifies his stance on the matter. Is there a prostitution and/or drug problem at the motel? Are they paying for it still? 210 - Continuing on with wasteful spending and how NJ Republicans need to latch onto that message. Your calls. 215 - Dom's Money Melody! 225 - Dom once sparred with Condi Rice! Wrapping things up. 230 - Dr. Marty Makary speaks out on behalf of RFK Jr. and Trump regarding the healthy food movement. 250 - The Lightning Round!

12 - Gavin Newsome is the first major Democrat to break away from allowing biological males to compete in female sports. How fast will Josh Shapiro follow? 1215 - Side - underrated historical figure 1220 - Newsom also discuss Kamala Harris' faults and other humanizing things in a bid to change the image around him. Rowan University is eliminating DEI practices, will local education follow as the Trump team looks to rid the Department of Education? Dom likens how it may be tougher than that as the DoE acts like the mafia! 1235 - Dom runs through Rowan's examples of DEI practices 1240 - Dom and other conservative radio voices were not invited to this year's GOP Governor's get together where they share ideas on how to win the gubernatorial race in New Jersey. Why? Do they think they have it wrapped up already 1250 - Your calls to finish out the hour. 1 - Returning to Newsom breaking rank and speaking out on trans-women in girls sports. 115 - More on the transgender rhetoric and your calls. 130 - Volleyball player and activist Payton McNabb joins us after appearing at Trump's speech before Congress. How did it feel to be honored by Republicans while simultaneously being shunned by Democrats? Have any Democrats reached out to say we stand with you? How did it feel when the Democrats also snubbed a 13-year old cancer survivor? How is the recovery from her injuries coming along? What was it like playing against a man and the preparation that went with it? What are Payton's current plans? 2 - Commissioner Tom DiBello joins us today to discuss an article in the Del Val Journal regarding putting the homeless population into a motel in Pottsville. Tom explains what the article got wrong and justifies his stance on the matter. Is there a prostitution and/or drug problem at the motel? Are they paying for it still? 210 - Continuing on with wasteful spending and how NJ Republicans need to latch onto that message. Your calls. 215 - Dom's Money Melody! 225 - Dom once sparred with Condi Rice! Wrapping things up. 230 - Dr. Marty Makary speaks out on behalf of RFK Jr. and Trump regarding the healthy food movement. 250 - The Lightning Round!

Shagging a stranger while Trump talks success in politics & business. By Tx Tall Tales. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was a little delayed getting to the Convention Hall where he was going to speak, but my red VIP badge got me past the "velvet rope" down to the front 10 rows, which were looking pretty full. The hall was split up into a bunch of sections during the day, with low pipe & drape curtain panels used to separate the VIP purchase area from the hoi-poloi, and to make virtual rooms to one side and the other, as well as to create a backstage area. It was a business & leadership conference with speakers like Tony Robbins, Donald Trump, and a long list of others. One of the ushers waved me over, pointing to one of the few open seats left. I "excuse-me"d down to the spot, and wedged myself in between two attractive women, a blonde on my left and a brunette on my right. Because we were sitting in the rightmost section of the seats, the main podium was over to my left as well. As such you tended to sit turned in your seat a bit, for a more natural view, which placed the brunette "behind" me and the blonde in "front" of me. Now I'm not a little guy. Not huge, but my shoulders are a good bit wider than most. And at 220 lbs, I'm mostly muscle, though a good way from having 'abs of steel'. The biggest problem is I'm wide. W-I-D-E. Really wide in the shoulders with a 48 inch chest. My Hawaiian heritage. It makes for uncomfortable seating in coach-class on airplanes, and in places like this, where the chairs are locked together, and they're all made for 118 lb. weaklings, and little things, like the size 2 women on either side of me. A speaker was just finishing up, and when he went into pitch mode, I asked the blonde "How was he?" "I don't know, I just got here a minute ago too. I'm here for Trump." Let me get this out up front. I'm a horn-dog, with an addiction to women. I love blondes. "What are you here for? At the Motivational Expo, I mean," I asked her, surreptitiously taking in her pretty face, turned up nose, cute eyeglasses, and pinned up blonde hair. Her hands were free of any rings. "Mostly just hanging out," she told me. I thought it seemed kind of odd. It cost a couple of hundred bucks to 'hang-out' in the VIP section, less if you signed up early and were on the right mailing list. Maybe a $100. But still pricey for "hanging out." Even stranger was the way she was sitting. There was another pretty big black guy sitting on the other side of her, and he had all his materials from the day on the floor between his legs, forcing him to sit with his legs open. As soon as I sat down, she moved away from him, leaving a couple of inches gap, and scooted up right next to me, her side pressed against mine. Then she turned away and watched the stage. We were quiet for a bit, and I tried to start a conversation again. A glutton for punishment, I do this a lot. I like people. I like to talk to people. I guess I'm a bit of an extrovert sometimes. And in a setting like this, anybody could be a great networking contact. "What do you do?" I asked. She spoke softly, and I had to bend down to hear her. Damn, she smelled good too. "I own my own business, how about you?" she answered. "Some real-estate investment, some writing, a real-life job I wouldn't mind ditching. I'm thinking of getting into a gig like this - professional speaking." I told her. She patted me on the leg, a pretty friendly thing to do, I thought, then said, "Will you save my seat for me while I go take a smoke break?" "Absolutely. I wouldn't dream of letting anyone else sit next to me." I told her with my most charming boyish smile, which seldom works, but you can't fault a guy for trying. She patted me on the arm again, giving it a little squeeze, and then eased her way past me and out the row. She left her tote bag with all her materials, so I didn't think she was just blowing me off nicely. As she walked by, I took the time to check more of her out. Definitely a looker, with a light zip-up sweatshirt (unzipped) over a scoop-neck white tee, and a blue jean skirt that hugged her very pleasant looking hips. She had long slender legs that ended in ankle-high white socks and a pair of black canvas sneakers. Looked like Converse. I estimated her age in the early 20's. Yeah, I know, I'm a dirty old man, getting worked up over a girl 1/2 my age. Before I knew it, my blonde neighbor was returning. I sat back in my chair to let her by, and she sat back down, once again sidling right up next to me. I mean close contact. I have to tell you this was definitely new territory for me. I've known friendly women, and aggressive women, but this woman just seemed to like pressing against me. My mind was spinning trying to figure this out, it wasn't something in my known realm of experiences, and not to brag, but I have had my share. I had a choice of sitting with my arms crossed, and shoulders pulled in, or taking up half the seats on either side of me. But I could also turn a bit in the seat, and put my arm behind the seat to my side, which I did, especially easy since we were in the last VIP row, and there was an open space behind us with the barrier between us and the green-badgers. "Blondie" must have considered this some kind of invitation. She turned even more into me, and turned her head, resting it on my shoulder. She took several opportunities to pat me on the leg and arm again. I've read a few books on body behavior, and everything I know tells me this was a sign that I could be more forward, but I was still very hesitant. It seemed a spectacularly weird place to be hitting on a strange woman. But my little head was starting to wake up and do part of the thinking for me. The lights started to go down, implying the start of the next program. Blondie, whose name I still hadn't gotten, leaned forward to take off her sweat-jacket, revealing bare shoulders, and a nice pair of breasts, if on the smallish side. She patted me on the leg again, her hand lingering, and she gave a squeeze. "This should be good to hear," she admitted. She was turned a bit in her seat, facing the podium and leaning into me, fully half her weight pressed against me. I could smell the baby-powder she'd used early in the day, and the slight hint of where the long day of sitting in cramped quarters was finally winning the battle against her deodorant. The smell of her was getting me even hotter, it was going to be hard to pay attention to Trump. He'd better be good. I was able to look over her shoulder, and had a pretty good view into her shirt. I'm not a giant at 6'1", but I have a long torso, and when seated I tend to be a head above those around me. It gave for a great vantage point to look her over. Not a lot of cleavage, but I could clearly see her red bra, which had a big red flower, better than an inch across, right where the cup met the strap. The show helpers were walking down the aisle, passing out signs for us. These read "Trump for President", the ones that we got, at least. There were other ones being passed around, one said "You're FIRED", and there was at least one other one. My pretty blonde neighbor took out a marker and started writing on her sign. She wrote "Divorced" over TRUMP, and "Is So" between the words TRUMP and For. Then she wrote "Cool" between For and President. I wasn't sure what that message was. "He is divorced, right?" She asked me, again patting my leg. My leg was beginning to really like that, as my little head reminded me. "Twice. Ivana, and Marla Maples. He's married again since then." I told her. "I don't watch much TV." She said, putting down her pen, holding her sign in her lap, and resting her near hand on my knee. I was really confused. Was she just friendly? Was she coming on to me? What was going on? "She wants you," the little head told me, encouraging my addiction. "Don't be such a pussy!" She reached up to loosen her hair, and took the bun out. She started to twist it back up, and my little head spoke aloud for the first time, putting words in my mouth. "Leave your hair down," I told her softly. It's something that's worked for me before in the pursuit of females. I've found that if they're interested, they often like a bit of harmless dominance. You know, some silly little comment that you expect them to obey. If they do, you're often on your way to success. She hesitated, with both hands over her head, her hair half twisted, and an elastic in her other hand. She slowly let her hair back down, and dropped the elastic into her tote bag, then shook her hair out. At this point the president of the Learning Annex came on stage to announce that The Donald was in the building, and we started a chant of Trump, Trump, Trump, led by the show workers on stage, a bevy of about a dozen typical Dallas beauties, and a couple of guys. Donald Trump came on stage to lights and explosions, and thousands of gold foil rectangles burst out over the audience, and trickled down while Donald took his place at the podium. While the clapping continued the gold streamers fell among us, and one landed in her hair. I reached over and plucked it out, handing it to her, and then stroked her hair back into place. It didn't need the stroking, but I did. Unlike the other speakers who wanted you to stand through his whole bit, Trump told us all to sit. Then he started talking about how the show people knew how to "Feed his addiction", and he asked the guys to leave the stage, leaving all the pretty girls behind him. I immediately knew that The Donald and I were kindred souls, sharing that common addiction. Blondie was sitting leaning against me once more, her right arm casually laid across my left leg, her hand dangling between my legs, near my knees. My partner in crime between my legs was fully awake now, uncomfortably so, looking to stretch out. Donald was talking about the beautiful women of Dallas, getting lots of cheers from the audience, including from the girls beside me. He went on to say he hated makeup, but when the makeup girl here asked if he needed any, how could he say no? He then called her out on stage, and a gorgeous latino girl with the classic Plano, store bought breasts walked out on stage and he called her over, looking for a hug. Damn, I was jealous. The man had game. I'm sure a few Billion in the bank didn't hurt. Then he pointed out another pretty woman in the front row holding up his book. She stood up and he invited her on stage. I'd sat behind this girl the day before, a six foot tall Amazon, just graduated from college. She had long very blonde hair, and was a stunner. He kept her on stage, while she asked some silly self-serving question, and he commented again how beautiful our women were, and complained that he was being setup, everyone here know of his "addiction." Again he got laughs and cheers from the crowd. He kept her up there for a couple of minutes, hugged her and whispered to her (a hotel room number, maybe?), then she went off stage, but not back to her seat. "It's a good thing he can't see you." I told my blonde friend softly. "You'd never get off stage." She giggled and turned her face a bit to me. "You think so?" I looked down at her open neck, and saw one of the gold streamers had fallen against her skin. Not quite in her cleavage, but under her neck. I reached forward, brazenly, and slowly lifted it free, letting the heal of my hand rest on her breast for just a moment. I held out the piece of gold foil for her, which she took in her left hand, her other still lying comfortable across my leg. She dropped it in her tote bag. "Absolutely," I told her. The lights were down, and Donald was starting to tell his stories. They were pretty interesting, giving us a little of his history. My new found fantasy was still leaning into me, comfortably with her head on my shoulder. Her hand on my leg was idly drawing little circles on my inside thigh, just above my knee, and I was uncomfortably hard. I was turned, my arm behind the seats, just hanging down. I brought it up to rest on the back of her chair, my hand softly touching her bare shoulder. She didn't flinch or turn away. Donald was talking politics a bit and mentioned getting in trouble for using Condi Rice and "bitch" in the same sentence. He went on to talk about how he wasn't calling her a bitch, just the opposite. He wanted a hard-boiled negotiator, someone who looked polished and professional but could be a bitch when needed. He didn't think that Condi had it in her. When he talked about professional appearance, he pointed out the suits that many were wearing, and the professional looking women down in front. My little head took completely over again. I reached across and my fingers, with almost a life of their own, slipped into the edge of her shirt, giving a little tug on her bright red bra, underneath her demure white shirt. I held the red rose in my fingers, and teased her. "Professional dress?" "Bitch in the boardroom, devil in the bedroom," she answered, giving my leg a squeeze. I tucked the bra-strap away, letting my thumb graze her cleavage, expecting to get shot down any moment. Instead her hand slid half-way up my leg, only a couple of inches away from the jackpot. Donald started into his diatribe against that "awful ugly creature, the ugliest thing on TV, physically and mentally," none other then Rosie. "She could never have come from Dallas." In the meantime my blood was boiling. I opened my legs a hair, pressing against hers, and I let my arm far arm cross hers in my lap, applying light pressure to get her to slide up further on my leg. I was holding the sign we'd been given, effectively hiding my lap, and her hand slowly gave under the slight pressure, easing up my leg, until her hand was resting against my balls, and my hard-on pressing against her wrist. "You're enjoying the show," she said softly, without turning her head. Then she gave her hand a little twist and cupped my balls, giving a gentle squeeze. I slid my hand on the back of the seat under her hair, cupping her neck, and massaging gently. I couldn't resist this amazing vixen. I leaned in, right to her ear. "I've got to have you. It's killing me." She turned to look at me. "I really wanted to hear Donald," she said, but her hand stroked my hardness. I reached down and took her hand off my crotch, (blasphemy!), and stood, her hand in mine. I pulled her to her feet. "You'll hear him." Then I walked out of that row, glad that I was wearing an untucked Hawaiian shirt, which partially hid my state. She followed along, her hand moist in mine. My mind was running a mile a minute. I thought I had a great chance to do something with this girl, but where? How? I looked over the area we were in, debated trying to get behind the large ‘pipe & drape' curtains that separated the stage and the area behind it from the rest of the room. The main entrance was filled almost to capacity with people standing and watching. However the opposite end of the hall from the main entrance was in complete dark. It had been used as part of the registration from some of the classes, and was now shut down, with a rope preventing the back, general admission area from passing through. However on the VIP side of the ropes, there was a space to enter that area. And I decided to give it a shot. All this ran through my mind during the few seconds it took to scoot past the half-dozen people in our row. I walked confidently past the workers, all eyes on Trump, and out of the immediate Keynote area, past the pipe& drape partitions, into a large dark space, somewhat broken up by tables and barriers. I gave the beautiful target of my lust a little tug past me, then turned, moved a folding chair further into the area, I looked the space over. Now we were in a closed section, almost a long narrow room. On one side, away from Donald was a large dark open space, empty now. On the other side, maybe 5 feet from the pipe & drape' was the end of the chairs in the back of the Keynote hall. Thousands of people listening to Trump, hundreds of them cheering and clapping just a couple of yards away from us. My heart was pounding. My crotch was aching, and I could barely believe the audacity I had displayed in bringing this complete stranger into this semi-private space. She stood there waiting just a couple of feet from the lone chair. I approached her. I took her by the shoulders and turned her to face the stage, hidden from us. I stood behind her and whispered, "Can you hear him ok?" "Just fine," she answered, huskily, leaning back into me. I let my hands slide down her arms then reached around and took her breasts in my hands, cupping them, squeezing softly. I leaned in and kissed her neck, working up to her ear, where I nibbled on her ear lobe, my lips pressing against her two stud earrings. Her hands slid behind her back, and met at my crotch, rubbing me, while her head tilted to one side, giving me better access. I kissed and nuzzled her neck and chin, then slid around her, regretfully moving away from her hands. I stood in front of her, tilted her chin up, and kissed her. The crowd burst into cheers and I got goose bumps. She kissed me desperately, fiercely, her arms wrapping around me. I let my hands drop down to her firm, round ass, and pulled her hard against me. She ground her crotch against mine, while our tongues tangled. I had to break free eventually. As sweet as she was to kiss, I needed more. Much more. I pulled the chair around, facing away from us, and put her hands on the back of it, with her still facing the stage. I slid around her, my hands wandering all over her body, and then when I was directly behind her, I slid my hands down her thighs, and slowly brought them upwards. I lifted her tight skirt higher and higher, encountering a little resistance as they cleared the fullest part of her butt, exposing red bikini underwear, an obvious match to her bra. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, and I leaned into her, again nuzzling her neck, while my hands caressed below her waist, first through the lacy red cloth, and then sliding inside, exploring her soft flesh. She was bent over just a bit, so she could hold onto the back of that chair, pushing her ass back towards me. I backed away, dropping to my knees, and slowly slid her underwear down her legs, kissing that sweet, white ass. This was a big deal. I thought I noticed some reluctance from her, and she trembled a bit, but seemed to settle down. This was really happening! She had a bit of a tan, not heavy, and her tan line was an irresistible attraction. I traced it with my tongue, from the outside of her hip across her ass, and down between her legs. She stepped out of her underwear, then opened her legs wider, bending low, resting her hands on the seat of the chair. It gave me greater access, and I continued the tongue bath, between her cheeks, past the cute little pucker of her ass, until my tongue could just curl up a bit and enter the bottom of her wet pussy. Her smell was strong, and devastating, and I grabbed her cheeks, spread them wider and licked and sucked her bare nether-lips tasting this stranger, and enjoying the action immensely. I had her trembling. Driving my tongue as far into her as possible, I tongue-fucked her repeatedly, while massaging her ass cheeks. Then I replaced my tongue with my finger, reaching inside her, rubbing the silken inner walls. One finger slowly became two, while I kissed and nibbled on her smooth butt cheeks. A third finger entered her, the going tight now, and my other hand pulled her ass cheek to the side so I could lick her moist bunghole. Her right hand slid back, and pulled her other cheek wide, opening herself up for me. While my fingers slid in and out of her steaming hole, my teasing tongue worried her rear, pushing at that brown puckered hole, until I could just work it's way in a bit, curling it and pushing hard, my tongue tip sliding into her ass repeatedly. While I familiarized myself with her sweet (and tangy) privates, the talk continued, and rounds of clapping and cheering just egged me on. I could feel her legs trembling, and then her butthole squeezed tight on my tongue and her pussy clamped down on my fingers, milking them in waves, while her juices flowed freely down my palm and the back of my hand. I wiggled my fingers inside her, until she loosened up a bit, and then I turned my hand, so my fingers could face forward. I removed one finger, and then pressed forward hard, searching for her G-spot while my thumb reached forward sliding through the sparse hair to find it's way onto her love button. I rubbed firmly and as she responded, pushing against my hand, I drove my tongue into her ass as far as I could, wiggling my chin as I went, and working a good inch or so into her. This time she almost collapsed, her knees buckling, and pulling her ass off my tongue. She gasped, but the sound was a whisper compared to the heavily amplified voice of The Donald regaling us with how he liked losers, because they made him feel so good. My hand was soaked in her juices which ran freely down the inside of her thighs. I leaned in between her legs, and licked her clean, up both thighs. I finally released her pussy, and stood back, looking at this pretty blonde stranger, bent over in front of me, her ass looking delicious, and the red swollen lips of her pussy calling out their siren song. I unbuckled my belt and slid my pants down, taking my boxers with them. I lowered them enough to free myself, my rock hard mast pointing towards it's desired goal. She never turned around to look at me, instead just waiting, hips thrust out. Shaft in hand, I shuffled towards her again, and slid the head of my cock between her lips, and with a nudge of my hips, pushed the head just inside of her. I was in heaven. Still holding onto my rod, I rubbed the head in and out, all over her swollen pussy, occasionally pushing an inch or so inside of her, but never really entering her completely. She started pushing back at me when I would get the head inside her steamy opening, and I finally fulfilled both our wishes, pushing my cock inexorably inside of her until I was buried to the hilt. I reached around her, inside of her shirt, and started playing with her breasts. My exploring fingers discovered a front latch and I popped it, allowing my hands unfettered access to her sweet little breasts, not much more than a handful, with hard little nipples that spoke volumes for her aroused state. My hips started in, slowly fucking her, while my hands played with her breasts, tugging on those unseen nipples. I was about as big and hard as I get. I'm not huge, but a bit above average in length, and very thick. Sometimes it takes a bit of work to get my full length buried inside some tight young twat, but this pretty blonde had no trouble accommodating my full length and thickness. I let go of her breasts and grabbed her hips, fucking her harder, giving long, full strokes that she eagerly accepted and pushed back against. I was feeling incredible, hard and ready, enjoying the sensation of being buried in this hot little tart, yet feeling no urgent compulsion to come. My legs were tiring a bit, having to stay bent a bit to work her over, and contained in my half dropped pants. I imagined hers were getting a bit tired as well. Between the oral attention and the protracted fucking, she'd probably been bent over, on her feet for more than 20 minutes. But The Donald was scheduled to speak for an hour and a half, and he was just warming up, as was I. I pulled out of her, and hitching my pants up with one hand, I walked in front of her. I stood her up, and kissed her again, pulling her naked crotch against mine. Then I turned the chair around and sat on it, facing her, my pants dropping to my ankles. I leaned back, holding my cock upright, and waited for her. She gave me a look, almost as if she was going to call me on my brazenness. With a devilish smile she stepped forward and straddled me, slowly lowering herself onto my ready pole. She reached down and opened herself up, spreading her lips and once I was positioned just right, sliding down my length. God, it felt good. I put my trust into the sturdiness of the heavy duty folding chair, and used my hands to lift her ass up and down, slowly screwing her with about half my length. She leaned in and started kissing me again, all over my face and neck, then covering my mouth with hers. We stopped moving, our bodies merged, and our lips and tongues explored each other's mouths for an eternity, while Trump talked about seizing opportunities. I would have made him proud. I lost myself in that kiss, and slowly coming out of it found her rocking up and down on my cock, tugging at it with her pussy, her muscles down there teasing me, squeezing me, begging me to give her more. My young blonde entrepreneur stood up, and then knelt before me and lowered her face to my lap. I spread my legs invitingly, while looking down at the ground. I was glad we were on a carpeted runner. Purely selfish reasons. I knew it would be more comfortable on her knees, meaning this might last more than just a few seconds. I needn't have worried. She was teasing in her oral, caressing, kissing, licking, blowing softly, but avoiding taking me into her mouth. She was a consummate tease. She must have spent five minutes at this before she rose up high on her knees, placed her mouth directly above me, and slowly pushed down, her mouth spread wide, as she took the better part of my hard-on into her mouth. She had a small mouth, and my thickness filled her. She looked so sexy, her head slowly bobbing up and down, while her hand's index finger and thumb created a ring half-way around my shaft, stroking me in counterpoint to her lips. She was still wearing her rectangular 'Lennon' type glasses, and she peered at me over the top of them. I was tensing up. This was feeling, and looking, too good. I could feel a load building up in my balls, begging for release. My seminar goddess slowly, teasingly, pulled her head off my cock. She kept stroking me, using all her fingers, and moving a little faster. She straightened up and pulled my face forward to hers. She kissed me, sweetly this time, lovingly. Then she leaned in and whispered to me, but I couldn't hear it for the noise, which had just exploded in response to some comment of Trumps. I gave her a quizzical look and she smiled. "Come in my mouth," she said louder this time, smiling for me. Taking my astounded look for consent, she went back to blowing me, sucking me aggressively, fucking her face on my cock. I didn't need any more encouragement, and before the next burst of applause could die down, I was exploding. I felt my cum shoot powerfully, and she pulled her head back, until just the head was buried between those carefully made-up lips. Her hand stroked my cock, milking out the shots. I felt her gag a bit, but gamely she continued, swallowing a load, while still taking all I had to give her. I don't know how much I came, put it was harder and longer than I could remember for ages. I don't come like a porn star, especially not at my age, but this hearkened back to when I was in my early twenties, at the peak of my game. When I finally pumped out the last, she squeezed out every drop she could with her hands, stroking me firmly from the base, up. Then she eased her pretty face off my cock. She smiled, and climbed into my lap. She leaned forward, and her face just inches from mine, she opened her mouth to show a small white puddle on her teasing, talented tongue. Her eyes sparkled, and she waited, obviously intent on the sound of the crowd. After a few seconds, to a sprinkle of applause, she closed her mouth, smiled and swallowed. Once the applause died down, she opened her mouth and showed me the moist emptiness. She leaned in and uttered one word, "Yummy." Then she took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, while the taste of my own ejaculate was carved into my taste buds. When she was satisfied, she pulled her lips off mine. "Is there more?" she asked, giving a telling nod and glance down into our laps. "Absolutely," I told her firmly. I eased her out of my lap, and stood her up. I then stood and turned her around to sit in the seat I had just vacated. She scooted her rear right up to the edge of the chair, lifted her legs high, and pulled her knees back almost to her armpits, reaching her arms around, and pulling them in tight. She was wickedly exposed, and I could see her pussy really clearly for the first time. She had a bikini trim, waxed clean up to the top of her little clit that was peaking out at me. A soft, short fur grew upwards in a little triangle, the outsides of which were encompassed by a bright white bikini line, almost an inch of bare white flesh framing her blonde bush. Damn, the only true blonde in Dallas. At 45 years old, I've been eating bush for more than 30 years, and I put everything I knew into pleasuring this gift from God. I ate her until my lips and tongue grew numb, and I felt her come several times, filling my mouth with her liquid mana. With my neck and mouth aching, I finally pulled away from her, and felt that my own stiffness had returned, a delightful surprise. I usually take a good while to return to action. I wasn't as hard as I'd like, but easily hard enough to try for some more. I stood, my rampant cock proclaiming it's willingness, and squatting a bit awkwardly, I fed my cock into her. While I'd eaten her, her legs had rested on my shoulders much of the time, but once again she pulled them back, her calves against her ears. She was flexible, and looked incredible. Some gym, somewhere, was doing it's job admirably. I reached around her, grasping the top edges of the chair, and by spreading my legs and extending them, I found a position that was moderately comfortable. Pushing in firmly all the way to the root, I plumbed her depths with short, slow strokes, concentrating on the incredible feeling of fucking this total stranger. The intensity of the action was returning the steel to my rod, and it wasn't long before my staff was at full mast, and my stroked lengthened until I could pull all the way out, and re-enter without any help from a willing hand. We stank of sex, and I could smell it clearly. I wondered how far the smell reached. The screwing was noisy as well, a squishy sound, interrupted with the slapping of flesh on flesh. And my amazing blonde was no longer as quiet as she'd been, talking to me while I fucked her, in words that would have shocked her mother. But the cacophony of thousands of people, listening and responding to the heavily amplified words of Mr. Trump gave a great cover, and the heavy air conditioning, blowing cold on my back from the ceiling 30 feet above, seemed up to the task of keeping our illicit tryst under wraps. I fucked her harder and faster, my balls slapping against her ass, as I punished that stretched pussy which had responded so well to my ministrations so far. She came hard, with her ankles on my shoulders, and she grabbed my head, fists buried in my hair, and pulled my face down to hers, gasping, "fuck, fuck, fuck," as she stared almost frighteningly into my eyes. Her legs tightened up, and almost pushed me off of her. As she relaxed, she let go of my hair, and pushed on my chest, moving me away. "I've got to change position," she told me softly, then kissed me warmly before kneeling on the padded seat of the chair, and bending over the back of it. She looked back at me, and smiled. "Enjoy!" Damn. What a woman. It looked so good, I had to taste her again. I just licked her easily, then played with her ass a bit, sucking and tonguing her there, before I stood up and went for the gold. Her ass was the perfect height, and although it took a little work to get my meat back into her bright red pussy, the added friction of having her legs together was incredible. It started out as a long leisurely fuck, while I listened to the words of Trump for the first time in over an hour. I pumped her thoroughly, my entire length enjoying the full extent of her fleshy well. I grabbed her skirt, still hoisted around her waist, and used it for leverage, fucking her harder and harder until the chair started crawling across the floor. I got a perverse joy in fucking her about four feet across that space until her face was only about a foot from where the walls met at the end, and we could see through the gap. By shifting just a bit, we could see The Donald holding court at his podium. I licked my thumb and slowly worked it into her ass. She was tight, as I'd expected, but it was fun to watch my cock piercing her, and her little butt hole opening up to my ministrations. I was getting ready to come again, a pleasant surprise in itself, but I didn't know what to do. Should I finish in her? Pull out and come on her? I had to do something soon. I did the only sensible thing. I stopped and leaned forward, speaking into her ear, pretty loudly to overcome the noise of the crowd, as Donald had just announced he was ready to take questions, and a swarm of people started gathering into two lines to wait for a chance to beg of his knowledge. "I'm going to come soon," I told her, holding very still, to avoid coming right then and there, potentially in a very dangerous place. She wiggled her hips. "It's safe." It was all I needed. Before the first question was out of some busty woman's mouth, I was creaming my gorgeous blonde CEO's insides, squirting several times into her unbelievably accommodating pussy. Buried as deeply as possible, I stood shaking, squeezing the last of my juices out inside of her. I pulled out, my cock red and sore. I couldn't remember the last time I'd gone on that long fucking and sucking. I was suddenly very conscious of the fact that I'd fucked this total stranger without a condom, and was feeling worrisome about it. Of course it wasn't until after the fact that I showed even a modicum of sense about that. I retrieved our clothing from the floor, passing her the red panties (which would have looked silly on me) and put on my boxers and pants, over my sticky wet cock, before sitting on the chair and lacing on my shoes. I looked up and she was standing before me, with an enigmatic little smile twisting those sensuous, pleasure giving lips. I stood and she flowed into my arms for just a moment giving me a hug. "That was fantastic," she told me. "Oh no," I laughed loudly. "It was much better than that. I'm sorry if you missed anything The Donald said." She pulled my face down to hers and kissed me again. Tenderly this time. Then she pulled away. "I have to go back. I told Wallace I'd meet him at the back after Trump was done." I let go of her, giving her ass one last squeeze, then pushed the cloth divider out of the way. I made sure my VIP pass was facing forward, and walked back into the crush of moving people. I never bothered looking to see if there were any astonished faces glancing our way. My blonde bombshell walked past me back to our seats. She walked behind the seats, leaned over, giving me one last look at that incredible butt, easily her best feature, and grabbed her tote bag. Then she walked away, never looking back, while the audience continued to pepper Trump with questions. I don't know why she behaved as she did when I sat next to her. Leaning against me, touching me constantly, giving me sultry looks, and talking to me jokingly. I'll probably never know, now. It was something unlike anything I'd ever experienced, and it resulted in an encounter I'll never forget. By Tx Tall Tales for Literotica

Shagging a stranger while Trump talks success in politics & business. By Tx Tall Tales. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was a little delayed getting to the Convention Hall where he was going to speak, but my red VIP badge got me past the "velvet rope" down to the front 10 rows, which were looking pretty full. The hall was split up into a bunch of sections during the day, with low pipe & drape curtain panels used to separate the VIP purchase area from the hoi-poloi, and to make virtual rooms to one side and the other, as well as to create a backstage area. It was a business & leadership conference with speakers like Tony Robbins, Donald Trump, and a long list of others. One of the ushers waved me over, pointing to one of the few open seats left. I "excuse-me"d down to the spot, and wedged myself in between two attractive women, a blonde on my left and a brunette on my right. Because we were sitting in the rightmost section of the seats, the main podium was over to my left as well. As such you tended to sit turned in your seat a bit, for a more natural view, which placed the brunette "behind" me and the blonde in "front" of me. Now I'm not a little guy. Not huge, but my shoulders are a good bit wider than most. And at 220 lbs, I'm mostly muscle, though a good way from having 'abs of steel'. The biggest problem is I'm wide. W-I-D-E. Really wide in the shoulders with a 48 inch chest. My Hawaiian heritage. It makes for uncomfortable seating in coach-class on airplanes, and in places like this, where the chairs are locked together, and they're all made for 118 lb. weaklings, and little things, like the size 2 women on either side of me. A speaker was just finishing up, and when he went into pitch mode, I asked the blonde "How was he?" "I don't know, I just got here a minute ago too. I'm here for Trump." Let me get this out up front. I'm a horn-dog, with an addiction to women. I love blondes. "What are you here for? At the Motivational Expo, I mean," I asked her, surreptitiously taking in her pretty face, turned up nose, cute eyeglasses, and pinned up blonde hair. Her hands were free of any rings. "Mostly just hanging out," she told me. I thought it seemed kind of odd. It cost a couple of hundred bucks to 'hang-out' in the VIP section, less if you signed up early and were on the right mailing list. Maybe a $100. But still pricey for "hanging out." Even stranger was the way she was sitting. There was another pretty big black guy sitting on the other side of her, and he had all his materials from the day on the floor between his legs, forcing him to sit with his legs open. As soon as I sat down, she moved away from him, leaving a couple of inches gap, and scooted up right next to me, her side pressed against mine. Then she turned away and watched the stage. We were quiet for a bit, and I tried to start a conversation again. A glutton for punishment, I do this a lot. I like people. I like to talk to people. I guess I'm a bit of an extrovert sometimes. And in a setting like this, anybody could be a great networking contact. "What do you do?" I asked. She spoke softly, and I had to bend down to hear her. Damn, she smelled good too. "I own my own business, how about you?" she answered. "Some real-estate investment, some writing, a real-life job I wouldn't mind ditching. I'm thinking of getting into a gig like this - professional speaking." I told her. She patted me on the leg, a pretty friendly thing to do, I thought, then said, "Will you save my seat for me while I go take a smoke break?" "Absolutely. I wouldn't dream of letting anyone else sit next to me." I told her with my most charming boyish smile, which seldom works, but you can't fault a guy for trying. She patted me on the arm again, giving it a little squeeze, and then eased her way past me and out the row. She left her tote bag with all her materials, so I didn't think she was just blowing me off nicely. As she walked by, I took the time to check more of her out. Definitely a looker, with a light zip-up sweatshirt (unzipped) over a scoop-neck white tee, and a blue jean skirt that hugged her very pleasant looking hips. She had long slender legs that ended in ankle-high white socks and a pair of black canvas sneakers. Looked like Converse. I estimated her age in the early 20's. Yeah, I know, I'm a dirty old man, getting worked up over a girl 1/2 my age. Before I knew it, my blonde neighbor was returning. I sat back in my chair to let her by, and she sat back down, once again sidling right up next to me. I mean close contact. I have to tell you this was definitely new territory for me. I've known friendly women, and aggressive women, but this woman just seemed to like pressing against me. My mind was spinning trying to figure this out, it wasn't something in my known realm of experiences, and not to brag, but I have had my share. I had a choice of sitting with my arms crossed, and shoulders pulled in, or taking up half the seats on either side of me. But I could also turn a bit in the seat, and put my arm behind the seat to my side, which I did, especially easy since we were in the last VIP row, and there was an open space behind us with the barrier between us and the green-badgers. "Blondie" must have considered this some kind of invitation. She turned even more into me, and turned her head, resting it on my shoulder. She took several opportunities to pat me on the leg and arm again. I've read a few books on body behavior, and everything I know tells me this was a sign that I could be more forward, but I was still very hesitant. It seemed a spectacularly weird place to be hitting on a strange woman. But my little head was starting to wake up and do part of the thinking for me. The lights started to go down, implying the start of the next program. Blondie, whose name I still hadn't gotten, leaned forward to take off her sweat-jacket, revealing bare shoulders, and a nice pair of breasts, if on the smallish side. She patted me on the leg again, her hand lingering, and she gave a squeeze. "This should be good to hear," she admitted. She was turned a bit in her seat, facing the podium and leaning into me, fully half her weight pressed against me. I could smell the baby-powder she'd used early in the day, and the slight hint of where the long day of sitting in cramped quarters was finally winning the battle against her deodorant. The smell of her was getting me even hotter, it was going to be hard to pay attention to Trump. He'd better be good. I was able to look over her shoulder, and had a pretty good view into her shirt. I'm not a giant at 6'1", but I have a long torso, and when seated I tend to be a head above those around me. It gave for a great vantage point to look her over. Not a lot of cleavage, but I could clearly see her red bra, which had a big red flower, better than an inch across, right where the cup met the strap. The show helpers were walking down the aisle, passing out signs for us. These read "Trump for President", the ones that we got, at least. There were other ones being passed around, one said "You're FIRED", and there was at least one other one. My pretty blonde neighbor took out a marker and started writing on her sign. She wrote "Divorced" over TRUMP, and "Is So" between the words TRUMP and For. Then she wrote "Cool" between For and President. I wasn't sure what that message was. "He is divorced, right?" She asked me, again patting my leg. My leg was beginning to really like that, as my little head reminded me. "Twice. Ivana, and Marla Maples. He's married again since then." I told her. "I don't watch much TV." She said, putting down her pen, holding her sign in her lap, and resting her near hand on my knee. I was really confused. Was she just friendly? Was she coming on to me? What was going on? "She wants you," the little head told me, encouraging my addiction. "Don't be such a pussy!" She reached up to loosen her hair, and took the bun out. She started to twist it back up, and my little head spoke aloud for the first time, putting words in my mouth. "Leave your hair down," I told her softly. It's something that's worked for me before in the pursuit of females. I've found that if they're interested, they often like a bit of harmless dominance. You know, some silly little comment that you expect them to obey. If they do, you're often on your way to success. She hesitated, with both hands over her head, her hair half twisted, and an elastic in her other hand. She slowly let her hair back down, and dropped the elastic into her tote bag, then shook her hair out. At this point the president of the Learning Annex came on stage to announce that The Donald was in the building, and we started a chant of Trump, Trump, Trump, led by the show workers on stage, a bevy of about a dozen typical Dallas beauties, and a couple of guys. Donald Trump came on stage to lights and explosions, and thousands of gold foil rectangles burst out over the audience, and trickled down while Donald took his place at the podium. While the clapping continued the gold streamers fell among us, and one landed in her hair. I reached over and plucked it out, handing it to her, and then stroked her hair back into place. It didn't need the stroking, but I did. Unlike the other speakers who wanted you to stand through his whole bit, Trump told us all to sit. Then he started talking about how the show people knew how to "Feed his addiction", and he asked the guys to leave the stage, leaving all the pretty girls behind him. I immediately knew that The Donald and I were kindred souls, sharing that common addiction. Blondie was sitting leaning against me once more, her right arm casually laid across my left leg, her hand dangling between my legs, near my knees. My partner in crime between my legs was fully awake now, uncomfortably so, looking to stretch out. Donald was talking about the beautiful women of Dallas, getting lots of cheers from the audience, including from the girls beside me. He went on to say he hated makeup, but when the makeup girl here asked if he needed any, how could he say no? He then called her out on stage, and a gorgeous latino girl with the classic Plano, store bought breasts walked out on stage and he called her over, looking for a hug. Damn, I was jealous. The man had game. I'm sure a few Billion in the bank didn't hurt. Then he pointed out another pretty woman in the front row holding up his book. She stood up and he invited her on stage. I'd sat behind this girl the day before, a six foot tall Amazon, just graduated from college. She had long very blonde hair, and was a stunner. He kept her on stage, while she asked some silly self-serving question, and he commented again how beautiful our women were, and complained that he was being setup, everyone here know of his "addiction." Again he got laughs and cheers from the crowd. He kept her up there for a couple of minutes, hugged her and whispered to her (a hotel room number, maybe?), then she went off stage, but not back to her seat. "It's a good thing he can't see you." I told my blonde friend softly. "You'd never get off stage." She giggled and turned her face a bit to me. "You think so?" I looked down at her open neck, and saw one of the gold streamers had fallen against her skin. Not quite in her cleavage, but under her neck. I reached forward, brazenly, and slowly lifted it free, letting the heal of my hand rest on her breast for just a moment. I held out the piece of gold foil for her, which she took in her left hand, her other still lying comfortable across my leg. She dropped it in her tote bag. "Absolutely," I told her. The lights were down, and Donald was starting to tell his stories. They were pretty interesting, giving us a little of his history. My new found fantasy was still leaning into me, comfortably with her head on my shoulder. Her hand on my leg was idly drawing little circles on my inside thigh, just above my knee, and I was uncomfortably hard. I was turned, my arm behind the seats, just hanging down. I brought it up to rest on the back of her chair, my hand softly touching her bare shoulder. She didn't flinch or turn away. Donald was talking politics a bit and mentioned getting in trouble for using Condi Rice and "bitch" in the same sentence. He went on to talk about how he wasn't calling her a bitch, just the opposite. He wanted a hard-boiled negotiator, someone who looked polished and professional but could be a bitch when needed. He didn't think that Condi had it in her. When he talked about professional appearance, he pointed out the suits that many were wearing, and the professional looking women down in front. My little head took completely over again. I reached across and my fingers, with almost a life of their own, slipped into the edge of her shirt, giving a little tug on her bright red bra, underneath her demure white shirt. I held the red rose in my fingers, and teased her. "Professional dress?" "Bitch in the boardroom, devil in the bedroom," she answered, giving my leg a squeeze. I tucked the bra-strap away, letting my thumb graze her cleavage, expecting to get shot down any moment. Instead her hand slid half-way up my leg, only a couple of inches away from the jackpot. Donald started into his diatribe against that "awful ugly creature, the ugliest thing on TV, physically and mentally," none other then Rosie. "She could never have come from Dallas." In the meantime my blood was boiling. I opened my legs a hair, pressing against hers, and I let my arm far arm cross hers in my lap, applying light pressure to get her to slide up further on my leg. I was holding the sign we'd been given, effectively hiding my lap, and her hand slowly gave under the slight pressure, easing up my leg, until her hand was resting against my balls, and my hard-on pressing against her wrist. "You're enjoying the show," she said softly, without turning her head. Then she gave her hand a little twist and cupped my balls, giving a gentle squeeze. I slid my hand on the back of the seat under her hair, cupping her neck, and massaging gently. I couldn't resist this amazing vixen. I leaned in, right to her ear. "I've got to have you. It's killing me." She turned to look at me. "I really wanted to hear Donald," she said, but her hand stroked my hardness. I reached down and took her hand off my crotch, (blasphemy!), and stood, her hand in mine. I pulled her to her feet. "You'll hear him." Then I walked out of that row, glad that I was wearing an untucked Hawaiian shirt, which partially hid my state. She followed along, her hand moist in mine. My mind was running a mile a minute. I thought I had a great chance to do something with this girl, but where? How? I looked over the area we were in, debated trying to get behind the large ‘pipe & drape' curtains that separated the stage and the area behind it from the rest of the room. The main entrance was filled almost to capacity with people standing and watching. However the opposite end of the hall from the main entrance was in complete dark. It had been used as part of the registration from some of the classes, and was now shut down, with a rope preventing the back, general admission area from passing through. However on the VIP side of the ropes, there was a space to enter that area. And I decided to give it a shot. All this ran through my mind during the few seconds it took to scoot past the half-dozen people in our row. I walked confidently past the workers, all eyes on Trump, and out of the immediate Keynote area, past the pipe& drape partitions, into a large dark space, somewhat broken up by tables and barriers. I gave the beautiful target of my lust a little tug past me, then turned, moved a folding chair further into the area, I looked the space over. Now we were in a closed section, almost a long narrow room. On one side, away from Donald was a large dark open space, empty now. On the other side, maybe 5 feet from the pipe & drape' was the end of the chairs in the back of the Keynote hall. Thousands of people listening to Trump, hundreds of them cheering and clapping just a couple of yards away from us. My heart was pounding. My crotch was aching, and I could barely believe the audacity I had displayed in bringing this complete stranger into this semi-private space. She stood there waiting just a couple of feet from the lone chair. I approached her. I took her by the shoulders and turned her to face the stage, hidden from us. I stood behind her and whispered, "Can you hear him ok?" "Just fine," she answered, huskily, leaning back into me. I let my hands slide down her arms then reached around and took her breasts in my hands, cupping them, squeezing softly. I leaned in and kissed her neck, working up to her ear, where I nibbled on her ear lobe, my lips pressing against her two stud earrings. Her hands slid behind her back, and met at my crotch, rubbing me, while her head tilted to one side, giving me better access. I kissed and nuzzled her neck and chin, then slid around her, regretfully moving away from her hands. I stood in front of her, tilted her chin up, and kissed her. The crowd burst into cheers and I got goose bumps. She kissed me desperately, fiercely, her arms wrapping around me. I let my hands drop down to her firm, round ass, and pulled her hard against me. She ground her crotch against mine, while our tongues tangled. I had to break free eventually. As sweet as she was to kiss, I needed more. Much more. I pulled the chair around, facing away from us, and put her hands on the back of it, with her still facing the stage. I slid around her, my hands wandering all over her body, and then when I was directly behind her, I slid my hands down her thighs, and slowly brought them upwards. I lifted her tight skirt higher and higher, encountering a little resistance as they cleared the fullest part of her butt, exposing red bikini underwear, an obvious match to her bra. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, and I leaned into her, again nuzzling her neck, while my hands caressed below her waist, first through the lacy red cloth, and then sliding inside, exploring her soft flesh. She was bent over just a bit, so she could hold onto the back of that chair, pushing her ass back towards me. I backed away, dropping to my knees, and slowly slid her underwear down her legs, kissing that sweet, white ass. This was a big deal. I thought I noticed some reluctance from her, and she trembled a bit, but seemed to settle down. This was really happening! She had a bit of a tan, not heavy, and her tan line was an irresistible attraction. I traced it with my tongue, from the outside of her hip across her ass, and down between her legs. She stepped out of her underwear, then opened her legs wider, bending low, resting her hands on the seat of the chair. It gave me greater access, and I continued the tongue bath, between her cheeks, past the cute little pucker of her ass, until my tongue could just curl up a bit and enter the bottom of her wet pussy. Her smell was strong, and devastating, and I grabbed her cheeks, spread them wider and licked and sucked her bare nether-lips tasting this stranger, and enjoying the action immensely. I had her trembling. Driving my tongue as far into her as possible, I tongue-fucked her repeatedly, while massaging her ass cheeks. Then I replaced my tongue with my finger, reaching inside her, rubbing the silken inner walls. One finger slowly became two, while I kissed and nibbled on her smooth butt cheeks. A third finger entered her, the going tight now, and my other hand pulled her ass cheek to the side so I could lick her moist bunghole. Her right hand slid back, and pulled her other cheek wide, opening herself up for me. While my fingers slid in and out of her steaming hole, my teasing tongue worried her rear, pushing at that brown puckered hole, until I could just work it's way in a bit, curling it and pushing hard, my tongue tip sliding into her ass repeatedly. While I familiarized myself with her sweet (and tangy) privates, the talk continued, and rounds of clapping and cheering just egged me on. I could feel her legs trembling, and then her butthole squeezed tight on my tongue and her pussy clamped down on my fingers, milking them in waves, while her juices flowed freely down my palm and the back of my hand. I wiggled my fingers inside her, until she loosened up a bit, and then I turned my hand, so my fingers could face forward. I removed one finger, and then pressed forward hard, searching for her G-spot while my thumb reached forward sliding through the sparse hair to find it's way onto her love button. I rubbed firmly and as she responded, pushing against my hand, I drove my tongue into her ass as far as I could, wiggling my chin as I went, and working a good inch or so into her. This time she almost collapsed, her knees buckling, and pulling her ass off my tongue. She gasped, but the sound was a whisper compared to the heavily amplified voice of The Donald regaling us with how he liked losers, because they made him feel so good. My hand was soaked in her juices which ran freely down the inside of her thighs. I leaned in between her legs, and licked her clean, up both thighs. I finally released her pussy, and stood back, looking at this pretty blonde stranger, bent over in front of me, her ass looking delicious, and the red swollen lips of her pussy calling out their siren song. I unbuckled my belt and slid my pants down, taking my boxers with them. I lowered them enough to free myself, my rock hard mast pointing towards it's desired goal. She never turned around to look at me, instead just waiting, hips thrust out. Shaft in hand, I shuffled towards her again, and slid the head of my cock between her lips, and with a nudge of my hips, pushed the head just inside of her. I was in heaven. Still holding onto my rod, I rubbed the head in and out, all over her swollen pussy, occasionally pushing an inch or so inside of her, but never really entering her completely. She started pushing back at me when I would get the head inside her steamy opening, and I finally fulfilled both our wishes, pushing my cock inexorably inside of her until I was buried to the hilt. I reached around her, inside of her shirt, and started playing with her breasts. My exploring fingers discovered a front latch and I popped it, allowing my hands unfettered access to her sweet little breasts, not much more than a handful, with hard little nipples that spoke volumes for her aroused state. My hips started in, slowly fucking her, while my hands played with her breasts, tugging on those unseen nipples. I was about as big and hard as I get. I'm not huge, but a bit above average in length, and very thick. Sometimes it takes a bit of work to get my full length buried inside some tight young twat, but this pretty blonde had no trouble accommodating my full length and thickness. I let go of her breasts and grabbed her hips, fucking her harder, giving long, full strokes that she eagerly accepted and pushed back against. I was feeling incredible, hard and ready, enjoying the sensation of being buried in this hot little tart, yet feeling no urgent compulsion to come. My legs were tiring a bit, having to stay bent a bit to work her over, and contained in my half dropped pants. I imagined hers were getting a bit tired as well. Between the oral attention and the protracted fucking, she'd probably been bent over, on her feet for more than 20 minutes. But The Donald was scheduled to speak for an hour and a half, and he was just warming up, as was I. I pulled out of her, and hitching my pants up with one hand, I walked in front of her. I stood her up, and kissed her again, pulling her naked crotch against mine. Then I turned the chair around and sat on it, facing her, my pants dropping to my ankles. I leaned back, holding my cock upright, and waited for her. She gave me a look, almost as if she was going to call me on my brazenness. With a devilish smile she stepped forward and straddled me, slowly lowering herself onto my ready pole. She reached down and opened herself up, spreading her lips and once I was positioned just right, sliding down my length. God, it felt good. I put my trust into the sturdiness of the heavy duty folding chair, and used my hands to lift her ass up and down, slowly screwing her with about half my length. She leaned in and started kissing me again, all over my face and neck, then covering my mouth with hers. We stopped moving, our bodies merged, and our lips and tongues explored each other's mouths for an eternity, while Trump talked about seizing opportunities. I would have made him proud. I lost myself in that kiss, and slowly coming out of it found her rocking up and down on my cock, tugging at it with her pussy, her muscles down there teasing me, squeezing me, begging me to give her more. My young blonde entrepreneur stood up, and then knelt before me and lowered her face to my lap. I spread my legs invitingly, while looking down at the ground. I was glad we were on a carpeted runner. Purely selfish reasons. I knew it would be more comfortable on her knees, meaning this might last more than just a few seconds. I needn't have worried. She was teasing in her oral, caressing, kissing, licking, blowing softly, but avoiding taking me into her mouth. She was a consummate tease. She must have spent five minutes at this before she rose up high on her knees, placed her mouth directly above me, and slowly pushed down, her mouth spread wide, as she took the better part of my hard-on into her mouth. She had a small mouth, and my thickness filled her. She looked so sexy, her head slowly bobbing up and down, while her hand's index finger and thumb created a ring half-way around my shaft, stroking me in counterpoint to her lips. She was still wearing her rectangular 'Lennon' type glasses, and she peered at me over the top of them. I was tensing up. This was feeling, and looking, too good. I could feel a load building up in my balls, begging for release. My seminar goddess slowly, teasingly, pulled her head off my cock. She kept stroking me, using all her fingers, and moving a little faster. She straightened up and pulled my face forward to hers. She kissed me, sweetly this time, lovingly. Then she leaned in and whispered to me, but I couldn't hear it for the noise, which had just exploded in response to some comment of Trumps. I gave her a quizzical look and she smiled. "Come in my mouth," she said louder this time, smiling for me. Taking my astounded look for consent, she went back to blowing me, sucking me aggressively, fucking her face on my cock. I didn't need any more encouragement, and before the next burst of applause could die down, I was exploding. I felt my cum shoot powerfully, and she pulled her head back, until just the head was buried between those carefully made-up lips. Her hand stroked my cock, milking out the shots. I felt her gag a bit, but gamely she continued, swallowing a load, while still taking all I had to give her. I don't know how much I came, put it was harder and longer than I could remember for ages. I don't come like a porn star, especially not at my age, but this hearkened back to when I was in my early twenties, at the peak of my game. When I finally pumped out the last, she squeezed out every drop she could with her hands, stroking me firmly from the base, up. Then she eased her pretty face off my cock. She smiled, and climbed into my lap. She leaned forward, and her face just inches from mine, she opened her mouth to show a small white puddle on her teasing, talented tongue. Her eyes sparkled, and she waited, obviously intent on the sound of the crowd. After a few seconds, to a sprinkle of applause, she closed her mouth, smiled and swallowed. Once the applause died down, she opened her mouth and showed me the moist emptiness. She leaned in and uttered one word, "Yummy." Then she took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, while the taste of my own ejaculate was carved into my taste buds. When she was satisfied, she pulled her lips off mine. "Is there more?" she asked, giving a telling nod and glance down into our laps. "Absolutely," I told her firmly. I eased her out of my lap, and stood her up. I then stood and turned her around to sit in the seat I had just vacated. She scooted her rear right up to the edge of the chair, lifted her legs high, and pulled her knees back almost to her armpits, reaching her arms around, and pulling them in tight. She was wickedly exposed, and I could see her pussy really clearly for the first time. She had a bikini trim, waxed clean up to the top of her little clit that was peaking out at me. A soft, short fur grew upwards in a little triangle, the outsides of which were encompassed by a bright white bikini line, almost an inch of bare white flesh framing her blonde bush. Damn, the only true blonde in Dallas. At 45 years old, I've been eating bush for more than 30 years, and I put everything I knew into pleasuring this gift from God. I ate her until my lips and tongue grew numb, and I felt her come several times, filling my mouth with her liquid mana. With my neck and mouth aching, I finally pulled away from her, and felt that my own stiffness had returned, a delightful surprise. I usually take a good while to return to action. I wasn't as hard as I'd like, but easily hard enough to try for some more. I stood, my rampant cock proclaiming it's willingness, and squatting a bit awkwardly, I fed my cock into her. While I'd eaten her, her legs had rested on my shoulders much of the time, but once again she pulled them back, her calves against her ears. She was flexible, and looked incredible. Some gym, somewhere, was doing it's job admirably. I reached around her, grasping the top edges of the chair, and by spreading my legs and extending them, I found a position that was moderately comfortable. Pushing in firmly all the way to the root, I plumbed her depths with short, slow strokes, concentrating on the incredible feeling of fucking this total stranger. The intensity of the action was returning the steel to my rod, and it wasn't long before my staff was at full mast, and my stroked lengthened until I could pull all the way out, and re-enter without any help from a willing hand. We stank of sex, and I could smell it clearly. I wondered how far the smell reached. The screwing was noisy as well, a squishy sound, interrupted with the slapping of flesh on flesh. And my amazing blonde was no longer as quiet as she'd been, talking to me while I fucked her, in words that would have shocked her mother. But the cacophony of thousands of people, listening and responding to the heavily amplified words of Mr. Trump gave a great cover, and the heavy air conditioning, blowing cold on my back from the ceiling 30 feet above, seemed up to the task of keeping our illicit tryst under wraps. I fucked her harder and faster, my balls slapping against her ass, as I punished that stretched pussy which had responded so well to my ministrations so far. She came hard, with her ankles on my shoulders, and she grabbed my head, fists buried in my hair, and pulled my face down to hers, gasping, "fuck, fuck, fuck," as she stared almost frighteningly into my eyes. Her legs tightened up, and almost pushed me off of her. As she relaxed, she let go of my hair, and pushed on my chest, moving me away. "I've got to change position," she told me softly, then kissed me warmly before kneeling on the padded seat of the chair, and bending over the back of it. She looked back at me, and smiled. "Enjoy!" Damn. What a woman. It looked so good, I had to taste her again. I just licked her easily, then played with her ass a bit, sucking and tonguing her there, before I stood up and went for the gold. Her ass was the perfect height, and although it took a little work to get my meat back into her bright red pussy, the added friction of having her legs together was incredible. It started out as a long leisurely fuck, while I listened to the words of Trump for the first time in over an hour. I pumped her thoroughly, my entire length enjoying the full extent of her fleshy well. I grabbed her skirt, still hoisted around her waist, and used it for leverage, fucking her harder and harder until the chair started crawling across the floor. I got a perverse joy in fucking her about four feet across that space until her face was only about a foot from where the walls met at the end, and we could see through the gap. By shifting just a bit, we could see The Donald holding court at his podium. I licked my thumb and slowly worked it into her ass. She was tight, as I'd expected, but it was fun to watch my cock piercing her, and her little butt hole opening up to my ministrations. I was getting ready to come again, a pleasant surprise in itself, but I didn't know what to do. Should I finish in her? Pull out and come on her? I had to do something soon. I did the only sensible thing. I stopped and leaned forward, speaking into her ear, pretty loudly to overcome the noise of the crowd, as Donald had just announced he was ready to take questions, and a swarm of people started gathering into two lines to wait for a chance to beg of his knowledge. "I'm going to come soon," I told her, holding very still, to avoid coming right then and there, potentially in a very dangerous place. She wiggled her hips. "It's safe." It was all I needed. Before the first question was out of some busty woman's mouth, I was creaming my gorgeous blonde CEO's insides, squirting several times into her unbelievably accommodating pussy. Buried as deeply as possible, I stood shaking, squeezing the last of my juices out inside of her. I pulled out, my cock red and sore. I couldn't remember the last time I'd gone on that long fucking and sucking. I was suddenly very conscious of the fact that I'd fucked this total stranger without a condom, and was feeling worrisome about it. Of course it wasn't until after the fact that I showed even a modicum of sense about that. I retrieved our clothing from the floor, passing her the red panties (which would have looked silly on me) and put on my boxers and pants, over my sticky wet cock, before sitting on the chair and lacing on my shoes. I looked up and she was standing before me, with an enigmatic little smile twisting those sensuous, pleasure giving lips. I stood and she flowed into my arms for just a moment giving me a hug. "That was fantastic," she told me. "Oh no," I laughed loudly. "It was much better than that. I'm sorry if you missed anything The Donald said." She pulled my face down to hers and kissed me again. Tenderly this time. Then she pulled away. "I have to go back. I told Wallace I'd meet him at the back after Trump was done." I let go of her, giving her ass one last squeeze, then pushed the cloth divider out of the way. I made sure my VIP pass was facing forward, and walked back into the crush of moving people. I never bothered looking to see if there were any astonished faces glancing our way. My blonde bombshell walked past me back to our seats. She walked behind the seats, leaned over, giving me one last look at that incredible butt, easily her best feature, and grabbed her tote bag. Then she walked away, never looking back, while the audience continued to pepper Trump with questions. I don't know why she behaved as she did when I sat next to her. Leaning against me, touching me constantly, giving me sultry looks, and talking to me jokingly. I'll probably never know, now. It was something unlike anything I'd ever experienced, and it resulted in an encounter I'll never forget. By Tx Tall Tales for Literotica

In part one of Red Eye Radio with Gary McNamara and Eric Harley, the pure insanity of the left on display at a school board meeting in Brownsville, Texas. Condi Rice nails the school choice argument in 60 seconds. Comedian Louis C. K's mindset is an example of many on the left...that it shouldn't be so great here in the U.S. Biden administration creates a task force to mitigate the risks of cheap fake videos. The Huffington Post is smearing Taylor Swift as anti-feminist. Emerson College low fall enrollment numbers a result of pro-terrorist protesters. Pollster Frank Luntz says there could be a hidden anger vote that surprises everyone on election day. Democrats are worried the Biden campaign is focusing on the wrong things.  For more talk on the issues that matter to you, listen on radio stations across America Monday-Friday 12am-5am CT (1am-6am ET and 10pm-3am PT), download the RED EYE RADIO SHOW app, asking your smart speaker, or listening at RedEyeRadioShow.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Today on the Show: Code Pink disrupts CondI Rice on the UC Berkeley campus, at an event with Chancellor Carol Christ on “Free speech issues on college campuses”. Code pink members splattered mock blood around the crime scene, where the former Bush National Security Advisor was speaking. We'll be joined by Code Pink co-founder, Jodie Evans, and Code Pink's Cynthia Papermaster, out on 50,000 bail. And we'll talk to Israel expert Richard Silverstein about Bebe's response to the limted cease fire and what comes next? The post Code Pink on Their Latest Protests appeared first on KPFA.

In this week's Capitol Weekly podcast CW's Rich Ehisen is joined by frequent contributor Dan Morain and Washington Bureau Chief of RealClearPolitics and Executive Editor of RealClear Media Grou, Carl Cannon. The trio discusses the impact of President Joe Biden's announcement to run for a second term on a host of ambitious California politicos, from Kamala Harris and Kevin McCarthy in Washington D.C. to Gavin Newsom and others here in California. And, as always we'll get into another favorite topic – who had the Worst Week in California Politics. Photo: Joe Biden on the campaign trail, Gage Skidmore, by Gage Skidmore.0:30 Intro for Dan Morain and Carl Cannon2:00 The Biden announcement3:00 Kamala getting a second look?8:55 The Gavin non-presidential campaign11:00 Robert F. Kennedy Jr.? What?12:00 Gavin and homelessness13:00 Can Gavin be blamed for homelessness?14:55 Kevin McCarthy 18:45 Nancy Pelosi20:00 Schiff v. McCarthy21:25 Dianne Feinstein24:50 Condi Rice?25:15 The CA Governor's race28:55 WWCA – The A's win again Want to support the Capitol Weekly Podcast? Make your tax deductible donation here: capitolweekly.net/donations/Capitol Weekly Podcast theme is "Pickin' My Way" by Eddie Lang "#WorstWeekCA" Beat provided by freebeats.io

The hosts discuss the disaster that was the Broncos game on Christmas. Jenny has a conspiracy theory about the latest tweets from Broncos players. Kevin joins remotely from our sister property in Ohio where he is opening a new Barstool Sportsbook. Each host gives their picks of the week.Follow the Podcast: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/behindthebookpod/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/behindthebook_ Follow Ameristar: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ameristarbh/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/AmeristarBH

Jon Stewart is a comedy legend who pioneered an entirely new way to deliver scathing but also funny commentary on the news. But now he's apparently decided to piss away all the credibility he built up by interviewing and giving a virtual tongue bath to war criminals Hillary Clinton and Condoleezza Rice, whom he allows to spew transparently false narratives about the American war machine with nary a peep of disagreement. Jimmy and his panel of Americans' Comedian Kurt Metzger and The Grayzone's Anya Parampil discuss Stewart's embarrassingly cringe-worthy performance. Plus segments on Canadian comedy troupe Kids In The Hall's prescient wokeness parody from 1993 and the media-fed lie that Russia is giving its troops Viagra to assist in committing sexual assaults against Ukrainians. Also featuring Stef Zamorano and Anya Parampil!

Actual length 2hrs 55 mins, and for some reason callin repeated it twice so it says 5hrs50mins. WFH hosts start out talking touching on John Stewart's interview with girlbosses Condi Rice and HRC. They then turn their pitchforks towards SBF and his crypto exchange ponzi scheme and then follows with a discussion of The Capital Order and BJGs interview with the fabulous Clara Mattei. Download the Callin app for iOS and Android to listen to this podcast live, call in, and more! Also available at callin.com

In this episode, there is a "Trigger Warning". I break down what "Being Woke" and "Woke-ism" is. In today's culture and in the past it definitely has a meaning.  Social justice, cancel culture, and intersectionality are discussed as being close relatives of the words, "Woke" and "Woke-ism".  How do I and others feel about the Woke-Culture that is permeating the United States? And more importantly, how do you feel about it?  Take a listen and decide for yourself. Please remember to be kind to everybody everywhere when debating these hot-button topics.  Links from this episode:  Find out the utopian definition of "Woke-ism" and buy a tee-shirt or mug to show your support: https://www.wokenation.us/  Are You Woke? What is the Woke movement - A Fact Sheet: https://thereligionthatstartedinahat.org/2019/10/26/are-you-woke-what-is-the-woke-movement-a-fact-sheet/ :  A Brief History of Woke-ism: https://openthemagazine.com/cover-story/a-brief-history-of-wokeism/  Converge Media - Woke-ism - The New Religion: https://www.convergemedia.org/wokeism-the-new-religion-of-the-west/ Ron Desantis - Where "Woke" Goes To Die (story clip): https://youtube.com/shorts/_wF73yjV8OA?feature=share  Condi Rice Speaks Her Truth: 'I don't have to make white kids feel bad for being white' Condi Rice slams CRT (video short): https://youtu.be/wI1y1V31bjQ    Kevin Sorbo Speaks His Truth On Woke-ism (video-short): https://www.youtube.com/shorts/wBcbT5tgBeg    Useful links for further research   The Economist website - How has the meaning of the word 'woke' evolved'?:  The Economist 0 How has the meaning of the word 'woke' evolved   Michael Shriner: How Scientific America Got Woke (video): https://youtu.be/hYrD0nLj_sQ   The great Thomas Sowell - The Origins of Woke (video): https://youtu.be/CxEeYSusehc    Email: truthdetectivepodcast@gmail.com Website: https://truthdetectivepodcast.com/ 

Neil saw part of a documentary about "The King", and he is still dead. Condi Rice got permission to testify before the 9/11 Commission. Lucy Lui is behind the Beaded Curtain, and today's poll is "Who do you think is the biggest liar: Condoleezza Rice, George W. Bush, Richard Clark, Michael Moore, John Kerry, Bill Clinton, Colin Powell, Donald Rumsfeld, Greg Reed, or "Moe" Howard David?" O.J., and Fat Rush were added. Crappy callers, so Neil reads some bedtime stories. Half way through the show he changes to "What's your all time favorite Elvis Presley song?" (pick from) "Elvis sucks, Hound Dog, Don't Be Cruel, All Shook Up, Heartbreak Hotel, Jailhouse Rock," and many more. Poll building always takes up lots of time.

In the third hour of the morning show, Andrew Langer and Julie Gunlock talked to Washington Examiner's Andrew Kerr about Hunter Biden and Mercedes Schlapp about Dr. Jill Biden's bizarre LatinX taco comments. They also discussed the three Montgomery County church fires, Condi Rice's new Broncos venture and former President Trump sparring with Elon Musk. For more coverage on the issues that matter to you, visit www.WMAL.com, download the WMAL app or tune in live on WMAL-FM 105.9 FM from 5-9 AM ET. To join the conversation, check us out on Twitter: @WMALDC, @LarryOConnor, @Jgunlock,and @patrickpinkfile. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Did Macy Gray walk back her comments about trans women? Joe Biden still has the support of at least on actress and more on Condi Rice joining the group purchasing an NFL team See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In hour 3 of The Drive, the Football at 4 discussion centers around the Broncos training camp battles and what the guys expect the see at right guard and in the secondary. We have breaking news, as Val Nichushkin signs a new contract to stay with the Avalanche for the next 8 years. An update on the state of college football and CU's future in the PAC 12 or Big 12. Mike Klis, out 9News Broncos insider, joins the show to give the latest on Condi Rice joining the Broncos ownership group.    See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We're back and once again recording in the evening. Got a little loose and digressive. Nancy Pelosi's remote controlled corpse malfunctioning on live TV right behind Joe Biden while he slurred every fourth word due to a childhood stutter that comes and goes when a convenient explanation is needed. We talk about not talking about Russia-Ukraine (then later can't help but talk about it a bit). Condi Rice tries to get her own damn self put on trial for crimes against humanity. Josh quizzes Jason on "Who Said It: Trump or Biden?" in between other segments.  A Supposedly Fun Thing I Never NOT Do Again: some Wall Street douche decides to live on cruise ships for two decades and counting. (Cruising is real.)  SNL is still a cultural barometer? Man charged 13k for donating his kidney. NFT crypto bros have made monetary earnings a nihilistic ritual now. Elon Musk dares labor unions to even fucking try to undermine his spoiled brat kingdom. Support: patreon.com/heatdeathpodGeneral RecommendationsJD's Recommendation: Sleeping on your back by surrounding yourself with pillowsJNM's Recommendation: 1) Barking Dogs Never Bite (Bong Joon-ho's first film) & 2) Joint Security Area (Park Chan-wook's fourth and first highly noted film)Further Reading, Viewing, ListeningPelosi sparks new SOTU meme during Biden ‘burn pits' momentIraq War architect Condoleezza Rice condemns Russia's invasion of Ukraine as war crimeMeet ‘Super Mario', the man who's lived on cruise ships for two decadesHe Donated His Kidney and Received a $13,064 Bill in ReturnJoe Biden Is Quietly Pursuing the Creeping Privatization of MedicareGravitas: Western media's racist reportage on Ukrainian refugeesThe internet turned “money” into a hobbyElon Musk dares union to hold vote at Tesla factory after Biden's pro-labor speechLocationless Locationsheatdeathpod.comEvery show-related link is corralled and available here.Twitter: @heatdeathpodPlease send all Letters of Derision, Indifference, Inquiry, Mild Elation, et cetera to: heatdeathoftheuniversepodcast@gmail.comAlso, check out our newly updated YouTube channel for the hell of it

Foreign Affairs Journalist Terrell Jermaine Starr speaks to us directly from Ukraine. Condi Rice is on Biden's side. Crime high? Blame GOP. Terrell Jermaine Starr, the perspective of the Ukraine Russia conflict Americans must hear: I watched Tifanny Cross' Cross Connection today. I was pleasantly surprised to hear independent foreign affairs journalist Terrell Jermaine Starr take on the Russia/Ukraine conflict and its geopolitical and local implications. Standard cable programming does not lend itself to more in-depth coverage, which I think Americans need on war & peace issues. Why is Trump held unaccountable by media so far when Hillary slaughtered for a myth. Fmr. Bush advisor Condi Rice believes Biden is doing the right thing by Ukraine. Right-Wing policies directly responsible for increase in crimes. Progressive polices will solve it. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/politicsdoneright/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/politicsdoneright/support

POLL 1: Greatest Porn-star of all-time. Traci Lords and Jenna Jameson top poll. Condi Rice called a murderer. Bill Maher. Michael Jackson giving wine to children 1:23:30 NEIL talks about the Papa Juan Pablo drop. Neil dislikes Ron Jeremy POLL 2: What is wrong with the show?

After an emergency session – and even with a Democrat governor – Kansas will sign into law a ban on vaccine mandates for all Kansas citizens and employees with healthy financial penalties for any company in violation.  Kansas Senator Mike Thompson explains what's in the bill and why his Democrat governor saw fit to sign it.  John Hayward from Brietbart.com discusses with the Stigall the chronic gaslighting problem with the media that's causing massive volatility amongst Americans and has China thrilled.  Plus news on PA Senate Sean Parnell's exit from a critical swing state race, upheaval at Fox News over Tucker Carlson, and Condi Rice joins the Manning brothers on Monday Night Football.

Condi Rice destroys CRT in a one minute clip and democrats are continuing to lose support among hispanics.

Condi Rice destroys CRT in a one minute clip and democrats are continuing to lose support among hispanics.

Here come the FLU vax mandates. CDC wants your kids to get vaxxed AND keep wearing a mask. Dave Chapelle counter protestors at Netflix are hilarious. Condi Rice schools the view on CRT.

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We always appreciate how Bill Maher is able to call out the stupidity that exists on both the left and the right. We discussed the $3 million settlement reached with the city of Loveland after a federal civil rights lawsuit was filed after officers violently arrested her in June 2020 On the 20th anniversary of the September 11th attacks. 20 years ago, 19 Al-Qaeda terrorists hijacked 4 airliners, three of which hit their targets: Tower 1 and Tower 2 of the World Trade Center as well as the Pentagon. It resulted in 2,997 deaths and 25,000 injuries - interviews of Condi Rice --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nodekorum/support

On this episode of Magical Moments Jill interviews Eisa Davis.  Eisa is a creative powerhouse who's work has incredibly inspired people across multiple mediums.  Eisa and Jill chat about inspiration, heart centered work and the spirit that drives her.  Eisa Davis is an award-winning actor, writer, and singer-songwriter working on stage and screen. She was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize in Drama for her play Bulrusher, and wrote and starred in Angela's Mixtape, named a best of the year by The New Yorker. Other plays include Ramp (Ruby Prize winner), The History of Light (Barrymore nomination), Paper Armor, Umkovu, Six Minutes, Warriors Don't Cry, Mushroom, and ||: Girls :||: Chance :||: Music :||.  Works in progress include a sound art installation/performance piece entitled The Essentialisn't, and a musical version of Devil In A Blue Dress. Eisa wrote for both seasons of the Netflix series She's Gotta Have It, and is creating a limited series based on the memoir by Carlotta Walls LaNier.As an actor, she is an Obie Award winner for Sustained Excellence in Performance. Eisa's recent work includes a microplay by Lynn Nottage in the virtual series Theatre For One, the role of June in the musical adaptation of The Secret Life of Bees (AUDELCO award, Lortel nomination), Kings at the Public (Drama League nomination), and the acclaimed Broadway rock musical Passing Strange, captured on film by Spike Lee. Current television work includes Betty, Bluff City Law, God Friended Me, Rise, Condi Rice on The Looming Tower, and Succession. Eisa played Cynthia Driscoll on House of Cards, was Bubbles' sister on The Wire, and Alexandra on Blindspot. She has guest starred on Falling Water, The Family, Elementary, Madam Secretary, American Odyssey, Gotham, The Blacklist, The Good Wife, Mercy, and Damages, and recurred on Soul Food, Smash and Hart of Dixie. Film work includes After The Wedding, First Match, Free Angela, Welcome to the Rileys (opposite James Gandolfini), In The Family, Robot Stories, The Architect, Confess, Happenstance and many more!As a singer-songwriter, music from her albums Something Else and Tinctures is available through iTunes and Soundcloud. Eisa is a member of The Actors Studio, a Usual Suspect at New York Theater Workshop, and was an artist-in-residence at Symphony Space. A graduate of The New School and Harvard, she lives in Brooklyn, NY.Follow Eisa and see more of her work here ! 

Caleb Maupin, journalist and political analyst, joins us to discuss this week's important news stories. Caleb argues that India's coronavirus disaster is a product of neoliberal globalist policies. Also, US Secretary of State Antony Blinken is signaling that the US will be maintaining a presence in Afghanistan as President Biden argues that we are pulling out completely.Dr. Jack Rasmus, professor in the economics and politics departments at St. Mary's College of California, joins us to discuss the economy. The US GDP is showing signs of a recovery in the first quarter, but there may not be enough economic horsepower to maintain this trajectory. Also, the US economy added 266,000 jobs in April, which is far below expectations.Gerald Horne, professor of history at the University of Houston, author, historian, and researcher, joins us to discuss current events. A rumor of an attempted coup in France is sending shivers through the halls of power in Europe. Also, the Pentagon is pushing back against civilian leadership as the balance of power is threatened inside the beltway.Ted Rall, political cartoonist and syndicated columnist, and Margaret Kimberley, editor and senior columnist at Black Agenda Report and author of "Prejudential: Black America and the Presidents," team up to discuss this week's stories. A recent poll shows that citizens of the world view the US as a greater threat to democracy than China or Russia, with a particular focus on inequality and big tech. Also, Amazon made 53 billion dollars in Europe last year and paid $0 in taxes.Dr. Colin Campbell, DC Senior News Correspondent, and Dr. Emmit Riley, political scientist and assistant professor of Africana Studies at DePauw University, join us to discuss this week's news stories. Also, South Carolina has given the OK to use firing squads for the execution of death row inmates.

I break down Biden's recent public appearances and land on a rather fundamental but unanswered question. Plus the latest on COVID-19 in the States and the call to release caccine IP to India. Then my unconventional take on the CIA's recent recruitment video, and it all wraps up with a revealing high-note. Video: 361: Biden by the Numbers - UnfilterTube (https://unfilter.tube/videos/watch/96197776-95a3-48b6-b1cb-95ec89255873) 361: Overtime - UnfilterTube (https://unfilter.tube/videos/watch/ce9419db-8ce0-47d3-b919-edcde6d0886b) Links: WTO Debates Proposal to Waive Intellectual Property Rights on COVID Vaccines  | Voice of America - English (https://www.voanews.com/covid-19-pandemic/wto-debates-proposal-waive-intellectual-property-rights-covid-vaccines) U.S. Backs Waiver of Intellectual Property Protection for Covid-19 Vaccines - WSJ (https://www.wsj.com/articles/u-s-backs-waiver-of-intellectual-property-protection-for-covid-19-vaccines-11620243518) US announces support for COVID vaccine intellectual property waiver | News | DW | 05.05.2021 (https://www.dw.com/en/us-announces-support-for-covid-vaccine-intellectual-property-waiver/a-57440500) India’s Covid-19 Crisis Raises Pressure to Waive Vaccine Patents - WSJ (https://www.wsj.com/articles/indias-covid-19-crisis-raises-pressure-to-waive-vaccine-patents-11619861401) Stanford Scientists Reverse Engineer Moderna Vaccine, Post Code on Github (https://www.vice.com/en/article/7k9gya/stanford-scientists-reverse-engineer-moderna-vaccine-post-code-on-github) Small business COVID-19 relief program runs out of money | KOMO (https://komonews.com/news/nation-world/small-business-covid-19-relief-program-runs-out-of-money) Barr memo saying not to charge Trump must be released, judge says - CNNPolitics (https://www.cnn.com/2021/05/04/politics/william-barr-memo-trump-memo/index.html) U.S. birth and fertility rates drop to another record low, CDC says (https://www.cnbc.com/2021/05/05/us-birth-and-fertility-rates-dropped-to-another-record-low-in-2020-cdc-says.html) Facebook upholds Trump ban but will reassess decision in coming months (https://www.cnbc.com/2021/05/05/facebook-will-keep-trump-ban-in-place.html) Capitol riot protests continue four months after deadly insurrection (https://www.cnbc.com/2021/05/04/capitol-riot-protests-continue-four-months-after-deadly-insurrection.html) World’s Most Vaccinated Nation Reintroduces Curbs As Cases Surge (https://www.bloombergquint.com/politics/world-s-most-vaccinated-nation-reintroduces-curbs-as-cases-surge) Majorgate: Watchdog sues Secret Service for information on Biden dog biting | Washington Examiner (https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/washington-secrets/majorgate-watchdog-sues-secret-service-for-info-on-biden-dog-biting) https://twitter.com/cspan/status/1389656215312085003 (https://twitter.com/cspan/status/1389656215312085003) Caitlyn Jenner releases campaign ad for California governor run - YouTube (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I48aCskFJ6U) Facebook and Instagram threaten to charge for access on iOS 14.5 unless you give them your data | iMore (https://www.imore.com/facebook-and-instagram-threaten-charge-access-ios-145-unless-you-give-it-your-data) Pfizer: FDA to authorize Covid-19 vaccine for 12-to-15-year-olds by early next week, official says - CNN (https://www.cnn.com/2021/05/03/health/pfizer-covid-vaccine-teens-fda/index.html) Bill and Melinda Gates are ending their marriage - CNN (https://www.cnn.com/2021/05/03/tech/bill-and-melinda-gates-divorce/index.html) Negative interest: Danske Bank changes threshold for personal customers and standard interest rates for business customers in Denmark (https://danskebank.com/news-and-insights/news-archive/press-releases/2021/pr26042021) Colorado extends COVID mask mandate, eases rules on vaccinated - Axios (https://www.axios.com/colorado-extends-mask-mandate-eases-vaccinated-rules-60fec0fb-c21d-427f-88ce-c6268b82a286.html) Colorado battles COVID vaccine hesitancy with get-out-the-vote tactics - Axios (https://www.axios.com/colorado-covid-vaccine-get-out-the-vote-tactics-daf7aa3b-872f-48c3-910c-60e6111b5f2d.html) There's not just one kind of coronavirus vaccine hesitancy - Axios (https://www.axios.com/coronavirus-vaccine-hesitancy-polling-d6c0044f-a339-45aa-afcf-66f0f26a2ab0.html) Where in the world vaccine hesitancy is most acute - Axios (https://www.axios.com/covid-vaccine-hesitancy-world-ca86c39b-4b00-4de3-8e1d-aff116c3968a.html) EPA moves to phase down powerful greenhouse gas - Axios (https://www.axios.com/epa-greenhouse-gas-hfc-34f299ee-4e28-4e61-9e8d-6ad97effc229.html) Some experts now say U.S. unlikely to reach herd immunity - Axios (https://www.axios.com/coronavirus-vaccine-herd-immunity-a4628a89-9a13-4675-8890-fba246d10786.html) NYC to resume 24-hour subway service, businesses to fully reopen - Axios (https://www.axios.com/nyc-coronavirus-subway-schedule-1762bcf4-9b5e-4f87-9098-d40845ac7f49.html) The CIA's woke recruitment video gets panned | Daily Mail Online (https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-9537893/The-CIAs-woke-recruitment-video-gets-panned.html) When a Liberal Finally Becomes Conservative - YouTube (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b56Si3DY6cQ) COVID-19 Is a Vascular Disease: Coronavirus’ Spike Protein Attacks Vascular System on a Cellular Level (https://scitechdaily.com/covid-19-is-a-vascular-disease-coronavirus-spike-protein-attacks-vascular-system-on-a-cellular-level/) Los Angeles County reports NO new COVID-19 deaths for the first time in 410 days | Daily Mail Online (https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-9536541/Los-Angeles-County-reports-NO-new-COVID-19-deaths-time-410-days.html) Hillary Clinton, Condi Rice sound alarm over Afghanistan troop withdrawal - Axios (https://www.axios.com/hillary-clinton-condoleezza-rice-biden-afghanistan-troops-9e115f31-85c4-4f30-9663-30dd6e572895.html) Jake Tapper Goes Off on GOP 'Made-Up Convoluted Crap' (https://www.mediaite.com/tv/jake-tapper-goes-off-on-made-up-convoluted-crap-in-the-gop-we-dont-have-a-fact-based-republican-party/) Wealthy would dodge 90% of Biden's capital gains tax increase, study says - CBS News (https://www.cbsnews.com/news/biden-capital-gains-tax-wealthy/) Paralyzed after 2nd COVID shot - YouTube (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8aAk36PovnU) Virtual eviction hearings often deprive renters of their rights (https://www.cnbc.com/2021/05/01/virtual-eviction-hearings-often-deprive-renters-of-their-rights.html) Rep Matt Gaetz 'DID pay for sex' with minor girl, 17, 'wingman' Joel Greenberg claims in leaked 'confession letter' (https://www-the--sun-com.cdn.ampproject.org/c/s/www.the-sun.com/news/2799004/rep-matt-gaetz-did-pay-for-sex-with-minor/amp/) Rudy Giuliani Fox News Interview on FBI Raid Transcript - Rev (https://www.rev.com/blog/transcripts/rudy-giuliani-fox-news-interview-on-fbi-raid-transcript) John Kerry discloses millions in income from finance, energy firms - Axios (https://www.axios.com/john-kerry-financial-disclosure-d26d25e7-5201-477c-a166-ff1eb97aa4e4.html) US investigating possible mysterious directed energy attack near White House - CNN Politics (https://www.cnn.com/2021/04/29/politics/us-investigating-mysterious-directed-energy-attack-white-house/index.html) Secret Court Reveals: FBI Hunted for Domestic Terrorists Without a Warrant (https://www.thedailybeast.com/secret-court-reveals-fbi-hunted-for-domestic-terrorists-without-a-warrant) Biden lays border crisis on Trump admin's refusal to cooperate (https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/white-house/one-god-awful-mess-biden-lays-border-crisis-trump-admin-n1265908) Key piece of Biden's $1.8T families plan expires after 2025 (https://apnews.com/article/joe-biden-business-government-and-politics-b03af4b4161293449d853a195d3f34bf) Florida Legislature Bill Bans Requiring Proof of COVID-19 Vaccine (https://www.businessinsider.com/florida-legislature-bill-bans-requiring-proof-of-covid-19-vaccine-2021-4) Flu Has Disappeared Worldwide during the COVID Pandemic - Scientific American (https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/flu-has-disappeared-worldwide-during-the-covid-pandemic1/) Reports of menstrual cycle changes after COVID vaccine highlight need for more data on women's experiences in clinical trials - ABC7 San Francisco (https://abc7news.com/covid-vaccine-menstrual-cycle-clinical-trials-and-side-effects-women/10557707/) America is running low on chicken. Blame covid-19, a sandwich craze and huge appetite for wings. (https://www.msn.com/en-us/money/companies/america-is-running-low-on-chicken-blame-covid-19-a-sandwich-craze-and-huge-appetite-for-wings/ar-BB1gcqVF?ocid=uxbndlbing) FBI was aware prominent Americans, including Giuliani, were targeted by Russian influence operation (https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/politics/fbi-warned-giuliani-key-trump-ally-in-senate-of-russian-disinformation-campaign-targeting-biden/ar-BB1gciFx) Information-for-laboratories-COVID-vaccine-breakthrough-case-investigation.pdf (https://www.cdc.gov/vaccines/covid-19/downloads/Information-for-laboratories-COVID-vaccine-breakthrough-case-investigation.pdf)

Ray McGovern, former CIA analyst and co-founder of Veteran Intelligence, joins us to discuss the latest on Russia-gate. Several major outlets are retracting claims that Trump lawyer Rudy Giuliani was warned that he was the target of a Russian influence campaign. Marvin Weinbaum, director for the Middle East Institute's Center for Pakistan and Afghanistan Studies, joins us to discuss Afghanistan. The Taliban is warning that they may restart attacks on US troops now that the May 1st deadline has passed. Also, Hillary Clinton and Condi Rice are speaking out against Afghanistan troop withdrawal.Ted Rall, political cartoonist and syndicated columnist, joins us to discuss Ukrainian Nazis. Far-right extremists are marching in Ukraine, as many celebrate the grim anniversary of the Odessa massacre. Also, reports from Ukraine claim that President Zelensky is moving to consolidate his support among nationalists. Dr. Yolandra Hancock, a board-certified pediatrician and obesity-medicine specialist, joins us to discuss covid. Coronavirus cases are ebbing as the spring wave of infections seems to be falling off. Also, Senator Bernie Sanders is pushing for big pharma to be forced to share their vaccine technology in a move to combat the virus worldwide.Talk show host and political scientist, Dr. Wilmer Leon, joins us to discuss US foreign policy. Alan Macleod's latest article argues that US foreign policy is inconsistent, in that we call certain acts aggression for our adversaries, but we look the other way when allies do the same things. Mark Sleboda, Moscow-based international relations security analyst, joins us to discuss US-Russia relations. In a battle of tit-for-tat diplomatic moves, the US is reducing their Moscow embassy staff by 75% and ending visa services for most Russians.Caleb Maupin, journalist and political analyst, joins us to discuss May Day. Many lefties are furious that President Joe Biden declared May 1st as Loyalty Day. Loyalty Day is considered an anti-left date that was enacted during the Red Scare.Teri Mattson, the Latin America coordinator for Code Pink, joins us to discuss Nicaragua. US regime change neocons are befuddled over the ability of Nicaragua to withstand long term oppression and sanctions.

Melissa is joined this week by Aditi Kinkhabwala of NFL Network to chat leftovers from Monday Night's Chiefs-Rams beauty. Aditi wasn't quite as impressed as most by the overall experience. Then the two discuss an array of hot button issues including the strange Condi Rice/Browns story, the Steelers staying hot, Alex Smith's devastating injury, Ravens QB conundrum and more. Miraculously, Aditi wrapped seven presents while engaged in the convo. Melissa also explains why Rams-Chiefs brought strangers together, and awards this week's Do-Gooder Award to Panthers QB Cam Newton. OUR SPONSOR Give a gift that will blow away even the pickiest recipient. PosterBurner.com lets you take any image (baby photo, family vacation pic, etc) and transform it into a beautiful movie-sized poster made with premium quality paper... all for under $20.  They all can create custom stickers, decals and canvases and more! And for a limited time, TFG Pod listeners get an EXTRA 10% of their orders. Go to: posterburner.com/footballgirl SHOW RUNDOWN 1:50: Melissa on how Chiefs-Rams brought strangers together 4:50: Melissa on why the generation of QBs may be better 6:40: Melissa on the positives out of the weird Condoleezza Rice/Browns news 13:25: ADITI KINKHABWALA JOINS 15:05: Why Aditi didn't gush over the Monday Night Football masterpiece 21:35: Aditi on James Conner and the Steelers in the post-Le'Veon Bell era 23:10: Aditi bursts our bubble on Bell's locker being ransacked 30:15: Aditi on the Condi Rice situation and what the Browns will look for in their next head coach 37:45: Aditi and Melissa offer similar view points on why the Ravens should hand the keys to Lamar Jackson 41:45: Aditi shares an incredible Alex Smith involving the Obamas 46:19: Aditi shares the details of her vegetarian Thanksgiving 50:35: Melissa‘s ad read for PosterBurner.com, which includes her reenactment of a sad present recipient and an ecstatic one. 52:14: Melissa hands out the Do Gooder Award to Cam Newton who fed 1200 underprivileged children this week

UEFA Nations League Is Not Real (1' - 10') EPL Rainbow Laces Campaign (10' - 31') PSG in Europa League (31' - 47') Tezzy Rumors (47' - 56') Rachael Ostovich Attacked by Husband (56' - 65') Condi Rice to the Browns (65' - End)

3 and Out with John Middlekauff is part of the Colin Cowherd Podcast Network. 3 and Out is an unfiltered podcast covering the biggest stories in the NFL and college football. John brings his unique perspective as a former NFL scout, NFL analyst and radio host. In this episode, John discusses the Chiefs/Rams instant MNF classic, what makes Reid and McVay next level offensive coaches, and Goff and Mahomes' jaw-dropping performances. He also looks at Khalil Mack's impact with the Bears, why the Jags have to consider trading Jalen Ramsey, Condi Rice rumors, Andrew Luck ballin', and why Michigan/Ohio State is a must win for Jim Harbaugh. He also answers listener questions from the Middlekauff Mailbag. Follow John on twitter @JohnMiddlekauff and go to theherdnow.com to find the latest content. Learn more about your ad-choices at https://news.iheart.com/podcast-advertisers

Subscribe here to the 3 and Out with John Middlekauff Podcast https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/3-and-out-with-john-middlekauff/id1352730623?mt=2. 3 and Out with John Middlekauff is part of the Colin Cowherd Podcast Network. 3 and Out is an unfiltered podcast covering the biggest stories in the NFL and college football. John brings his unique perspective as a former NFL scout, NFL analyst and radio host. In this episode, John discusses the Chiefs/Rams instant MNF classic, what makes Reid and McVay next level offensive coaches, and Goff and Mahomes' jaw-dropping performances. He also looks at Khalil Mack's impact with the Bears, why the Jags have to consider trading Jalen Ramsey, Condi Rice rumors, Andrew Luck ballin', and why Michigan/Ohio State is a must win for Jim Harbaugh. He also answers listener questions from the Middlekauff Mailbag. Follow John on Twitter @JohnMiddlekauff and go to theherdnow.com to find the latest content. Learn more about your ad-choices at https://news.iheart.com/podcast-advertisers

This week's podcast looks at the fallout from the midterms, some possible ways to improve the U.S. election process, Trump's Jim Acosta banning debacle, crazy conspiracies surrounding Michael Avenatti, and rumors about Condi Rice and the Cleveland Browns.

Host: Mike Co-Hosts: Matt, Jeremy, Eric Intro:   Browns interested in interviewing Condi Rice for HC job Black Friday / Thanksgiving Judge Helmer: Nintendo wins $12m lawsuit against ROM sites run by a married couplehttps://www.pcgamesn.com/nintendo-pirate-roms Kansas swatter pleads guilty, faces minimum 20 years in prisonhttps://www.pcgamer.com/kansas-swatter-pleads-guilty-faces-minimum-20-years-in-prison/ NEWS:PlayStation: Sony skipping E3 2019https://www.gameinformer.com/2018/11/15/sony-interactive-entertainment-is-not-attending-e3-in-2019 Astro jumping into the controller gamehttps://blog.us.playstation.com/2018/11/15/astro-c40-tr-controller-arrives-in-early-2019/PUBG headed to PS4 on December 7https://blog.us.playstation.com/2018/11/13/pubg-coming-to-ps4-on-december-7/Xbox: Rumor: MS to release a disc-less Xbox One https://www.destructoid.com/microsoft-will-reportedly-release-a-disc-less-variant-of-the-xbox-one-531553.phtmlNintendo: Warframe Players Will Be Able To Copy Their PC Account To Switchhttps://kotaku.com/warframe-players-will-be-able-to-copy-their-pc-account-1830490320 New Releases: Beat SaberBattlefield VMarvel’s Spider-Man: Turf Wars Reminder to follow Bad Fodder Figures on Twitter and leave feedback for the podcast on iTunes. Mike - @Capnmikem Matt - @deviousmrmatt Eric - @glovebox Jeremy - @hoddynynja Bad Fodder Figures - @BadFodderFigure Itunes - https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/bad-fodder-figures/id1298572350 Bad Fodder Figures on Podbean Bad Fodder Figures on Stitcher Bad Fodder Figures on Player FM Bad Fodder Figures on Tune In Bad Fodder Figures RSS Feed

TRANSCRIPT We are bombarded daily by truly bad news -- wars, rumors of wars, accidents, murders, and on and on. Couple that with the challenges that each human being faces, and it's no wonder that most of us are in need of inspiration. The problem is that the most inspirational people in our midst rarely share their life story. They simply work their way through each day, doing what they do best - facing life head-on with determination, endurance, and courage. We need those people to share their stories so we can draw inspiration from them for the living of our lives. - Chaplain Murray. When I read these words, they really hit home for me. We all have stories.  But most people you run into on any given day have no idea that their story needs to be shared. They have no idea that their story can help change someone else’s life. They have no idea that they can be an inspiration; that they ARE an inspiration. ----more---- How many times have you been in a situation and wished you could talk to someone who’s been through it? That’s why we have support groups, but they’re not always the answer.  Some people can talk to their families, but that’s not always the answer either, for a variety of reasons.  Here’s the thing. We all have experiences in our lives that can benefit others. They don’t have to be big, earth-shaking things, but for some reason we always think they should be. That’s actually one of the mistakes, or delusions, that keep us from sharing those experiences. We don’t think we have anything to give. BUT WE DO. Hi, I’m Mary Young and you’re listening to the Lessons from Life Podcast. Thanks for joining us!  Today, we’re talking about sharing our story so we can inspire others. Each of us has a unique life-history, but we also have experience/strength/hope that can or will help others. For some reason, we don’t think that the mundane parts of our life can inspire others. We don’t think there’s value in the mundane. So we ignore or discount it. But we don’t know what others need. And we’re discounting OURSELVES by thinking we have nothing to offer. Especially when we compare ourselves to others (and we usually do). I’m basing this on my own experience, not on any research studies.  Here are examples of why I think that. - I was the first person in my family to go to college. I had no idea what it would be like, or what to expect. It would have been so wonderful to have someone share their experience with me. It didn’t really mean anything to me when my parents told me it would be fine. For one, they were my parents. They HAD to say that J More importantly, as far as I knew, they had no idea either. Neither of them gone to college. I would have loved to know that I wasn’t the only person to be scared about moving away to school, or who wondered whether I would really fit in at college, or if I even belonged there. - When I was joining the military (both times), it would have been great to be able to talk to other female veterans who could help me with the pros and cons for each branch, and job choices, and even just joining up. I talked to my friends, of course, but they were the same age as me, with no military experience. - When I was 15, my dad had a massive stroke. He lived, but he was handicapped and unable to work, and Mom was a stay at home mom. Our income dropped 75% overnight.  Mom did whatever magic she needed to do to keep us afloat. To this day, I don’t know what all she did, because she never talked about it, and she’s no longer around to ask.  Which is a shame, because I could have used her wisdom when I was unemployed for 2 years, and again more recently, as I recovered from my own stroke.  But Mom never thought anything she did was all that special. It was just life. These are just a few examples, but I hope they give you some ideas, and help you see my point. Here’s the thing. We talk about being authentic and vulnerable, and we do our best to live it. We walk through what life throws at us on our journey, gritting our teeth and sticking it out and doing what needs to be done. But we keep it to ourselves, because we're too busy living life and getting through whatever issue it is to spend much time talking about it. And because we think it's no big deal - it's just life. I’m here to tell you that it IS a big deal. Let’s take something mundane, like menopause. Yeah, I know. I say menopause, and your brain says: Wait, what? Menopause? Really? What kind of story can you have about menopause? It’s just part of life. You deal with it. Yes, really. It meant SO MUCH to me when I could talk to other women who have had hot flashes and mood swings. Sometimes we’d just laugh together about how much it sucks, and other times we’d share advice on how to make it more bearable. But I needed to know I wasn't alone.  I wasn’t the only normally-nice person who could go from zero to bitch in a nanosecond, and it didn’t mean there was anything wrong with me or that I was a bad person. It was just menopause. Sharing our stories helps us know we’re not alone, and we’re not crazy or abnormal. That’s the important part. That’s why stories matter. Like I said before, we all have stories.  But most people you run into on any given day have no idea that their story needs to be shared. They have no idea that their story can help change someone else’s life. They have no idea that they can be an inspiration; that they ARE an inspiration. I'm with them - sometimes people will tell me I’m inspirational, and I get embarrassed. I don’t see myself as inspirational. Condi Rice is inspirational, coming from poverty and prejudice to where she is today. That football player from The Blind Side is inspirational, overcoming his childhood to become a great football player. Those are the stories people want to hear. At least, that's what we tell ourselves, every day. My life is just a normal, average, everyday life. Who could be inspired by that? And we sell ourselves short, every day, BECAUSE WE DON'T BELIEVE WE'RE SPECIAL. WE DON'T BELIEVE WE HAVE ANYTHING TO SHARE. WE DON'T BELIEVE WE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE. WE DON'T BELIEVE WE EVEN HAVE A STORY. We just have a life, and sometimes it's kicking our butts. Or we think we're a failure, because our husband walked out on us, or we're alcoholic, or our child does drugs, or our relative committed suicide, or we had an affair, or we lost our job, or whatever. Each of us has a story. And each of us have people in our lives who need to hear it. We don’t know who those people are, or what portions of our story they need to hear. We don’t know who has circumstances similar to ours, because we all do our best to avoid authenticity and vulnerability, even while we long for it.  Since we avoid those, we don’t know who would benefit from our experience, strength and hope, or who has experience, strength, and hope we could benefit from. And I have to be honest with you. Finding those people can be a little tricky. After all, we can’t just walk around shouting our issues to the world: Menopause!                                     Bankruptcy!                                     Infertility!                                           Cancer!                     Aging!             Unemployment!                                          Sandwich Generation!                  Drugs!                                   Failure!   That wouldn’t work well at all (and it would be *really* noisy). But... If we know ourselves, and if we’re open to sharing ourselves --warts and all-- we’ll find ourselves making connections we never expected to make. We’ll not only learn that we really *do* have a story; we’ll see how sharing that story brings hope and encouragement to someone else. Or we’ll be strengthened and encouraged by hearing their story. Sounds good, doesn’t it? And at the same time, it sounds a lot like pie in the sky. Really? Me? I have a story? I’m not anybody special. I’m just a mom. Just a grandma. Or neither of those, because I’ve never had kids. Just a working man.  Just a student.  Just a husband. Just a wife. Just a daughter, or a son. There’s nothing special about me. I don’t  have any story to share. I *know* some of you are thinking that right now. And I don’t want to stand up here and say “You’re so wrong!” because that’s not positive and encouraging. But you know what? You’re so wrong! :) Actually, it’s not so much that you’re wrong as that you’re human, and that’s a very human response. So let me ask you this. Is there something you wish you could go back and tell your younger self? If there is, you have a story to share. Has there been a time when you thought: “if only I’d known about that before ...”?  If there is, you have a story to share. Have you accomplished or survived something  you never thought you would? You have a story to share. Has there been a time when you thought: “I wish I could talk to someone about this...whatever”?   If there is, you have a story to share, because somewhere out there, someone is wishing they could talk to someone about that exact same thing, but they have no idea who would relate to it. Has life kicked you in the teeth so much and so often that you’re toothless? Then you have a story to share, even as you see another life-kick heading your way, and even if you don’t think you can take anymore. Our human tendency is to think stories have to be BIG! And SPECIAL! And FLASHY!  We don’t realize that sometimes the biggest stories are the quietest. We all remember Thomas Edison, because he invented the lightbulb, among other things. But he had something like 99 failed attempts before he was finally successful. We make a big deal about his successes, but the real story is in how he persevered in the face of all those failures. So don’t sell yourself short. You have a story to share, and someone out there needs to hear it.   Sharing our story gives us two benefits right off the bat. 1) we begin to see the victories we might not have noticed before, and 2) we find out we're not alone. Let’s start, right now, by helping you discover your story.  I’m going to ask you a couple questions. You can write them down, or just answer them in your head. I wish I could go back in time and tell myself ___________. When it feels like life is kicking me in the teeth, I ________________. I am currently experiencing (check all that apply) __menopause                      __pregnancy                        __infertility                __singleness __empty nest                        __divorce                   __money problems  __newly married      __childbirth               __toddlers                 __teenagers __childhood issues   __unemployment               __sandwich generation        __health issues                   __family issues   Your answers to those questions are the beginnings of figuring out your story. But now what? Sitting in your house or car, answering a couple questions from a stranger in a podcast -- how will that change anything?   You know what?  You’re right. I can’t change anything. But  YOU CAN.   Step 1 is figuring out the story you want/need to share, or the story you wish someone would share with you. The questions you just answered can help with that. There are more questions in the podcast transcript. After you figure out your story, you have to tell yourself it’s OK to share it.  When your inner critic says “no one wants to hear this!” remind yourself of the things you wish someone had told you. Someone out there wants to hear YOU, and YOUR story. After you’ve given yourself permission to share, find your audience and start sharing.   We’re all different, so we’ll all have different sharing methods that work best for us.  It could be a facebook post, or a blog. It could be letters to your family, your kids, or your grandkids.  Some people might talk into a tape recorder.  Others could find a support group. You could also share today’s podcast with your friends, and see if their answers to the questions at the end or in the transcript match yours. If they do, maybe you need to share your stories with each other.   You could even look at all of this and say “not today.”  That’s OK, too.    But you have a story, and it wants to be shared.  Take whatever time you need, but don’t cheat yourself, or the rest of us, out of your story.   You could be just the inspiration that someone else needs.    ****************** Thanks for listening to today’s podcast about discovering and sharing your story. I promise we’ll talk about this again.  Until next time, thanks again for listening, and go make it a great week.   See next page for the questions I promised to share.----more---- These questions can start to help you figure out your story.   I am currently experiencing (check all that apply __menopause                      __pregnancy                        __infertility                __singleness __empty nest                        __divorce                   __newly married      __childbirth __toddlers                 __teenagers              __childhood issues   __unemployment __sandwich generation                  __health issues                   __family issues   My biggest success is ____________________________________________________ An area where I feel like a failure is _________________________________________ I wish I could go back and tell my younger self ________________________________ I really wish I knew someone I could talk to about ______________________________ I wish I had known ______________________________________________________ When it feels like life is kicking me in the teeth, I _______________________________ When everything is going right, I ___________________________________________ My biggest challenge right now is __________________________________________. I’m handling it by _______________________________________________________.  

Hour 2 opens with a college basketball conversation on Condi Rice, the Big Ten scheduling, new coaches in the game and more with Rob Dauster from NBC Sports. Then, Tom Kakert of Hawkeye Report gives some thoughts on the latest with DJ Carton, football recruiting and the I-Club in the Quad Cities. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Steffan opines on Denver’s new “gender-neutral” bathroom signs. Plus, a nutty political ad from a West Virginia senate hopeful. Condi Rice and Bibi Netanyahu on the Iran nuke deal.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

James Kallstrom, former FBI Assistant Director, says that Trump was "100% correct" to fire James Comey on the Mike Gallagher Show. Michael Medved looks at Sally Yates' testimony in front of a Senate committee. Secretary Tom Price joins the Mike Gallagher Show to explain the House's healthcare bill. Dennis Prager looks at a USA Today piece that argues that Trump is psychologically unfit to be president. Senator Tom Cotton on the Hugh Hewitt Show talks about Afghanistan. Pat Buchanan gives his inside take on the Nixon tapes with Michael Medved. Hugh Hewitt interviews Dr. Condi Rice about her new book, "Democracy: Stories from the Long Road to Freedom."See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We choke out a wolf, make our kids fight raccoons and we shoot a skunk in the ass! We talk NFL free agency, March Madness, multiple ejaculations, our Instagram feed, health care vs. iPhones and I confuse Michelle Obama with Condi Rice.

Trump has made his decision on the big cabinet post — secretary of State — and it’s ExxonMobil CEO, Rex Tillerson.   There is no way to sugar-coat this: Tillerson is a disastrous pick. Those who share the mentality of transnational corporate leaders like Tillerson are pre-conditioned to supporting the foreign policy establishment mindset on critical issues so as not to upset the applecart and what’s good for business.   While much of his issue portfolio is a blank slate, what we know about him and his past comments are disturbing. These concerns go beyond his ties to Russia, which in fact, should not even be the primary focus of his confirmation hearings. The real concern cuts to the core of what conservatives are looking for in any department head, especially the State Department.   Trump should have appointed a secretary of State who regards the current State Department with as much disdain as Scott Pruitt regards the EPA. The problem we have at the State Department is not a management crisis. We have a moral and intellectual problem with the State Department that has persisted for decades. It stems from a deep-rooted culture of moral relativism and an “America-last” mindset. As such, we needed a man with a strong ideological rudder who understands the issues, is on the right side of them, and willing to bust up the entire State Department structure and the global foreign policy apparatus.   Both sides of this debate are too consumed with Russia — pro and con. Some of the new pro-Russia “conservatives” are praising Tillerson just because he’s close to Putin. Opponents, such as Lindsey Graham and John McCain, are voicing concerns solely because of his ties to Russia. However, there are many other foreign policy issues that are important.   For example, is a man with his background really the type of person to oppose refugees, a Palestinian State, cooperation with Saudi Arabia, and the Muslim Brotherhood? Where does he stand on political Islam? Where does he stand on the Iran deal and reinstating sanctions? Does he support backing “Syrian rebels” in the Syrian civil war, helping Iran in Iraq, or our current involvement in Libya? What would he do about the 15-year disaster in Afghanistan?   To be fair, these are all questions that must be answered by any nominee, but traditionally we’ve had some sense of direction from the nominee before the Senate confirmation hearings, which don’t take place until the administration is already up and running.   And although we know nothing about where Tillerson stands on these issues, he is absolutely not the type of person who would fight the inveterate players and insufferable mentality within the system that stands opposed to America’s interests. That is why people like James Baker, Condi Rice, Bob Corker, and Robert Gates — the embodiment of the problem with foreign policy — are enthusiastically supporting him. In that respect, nominees for secretary of State are much like Supreme Court picks. Given the one-directional gravitational pull and inertia towards liberalism within the legal profession, unless someone has absolutely demonstrated a record as a solid originalist willing to buck the system, he will wind up being a David Souter. There is no middle ground. Likewise, with foreign policy, if someone has not demonstrably opposed the Baker/Condi views on open borders, Palestinians, and political Islam, he will be part of the problem.   The most important quality in politics is a strong and fierce ideological conviction to fight the moral relativism in global affairs. Other qualities are important but useless if someone is lacking that ideological rudder to row upstream in this environment. Even someone who is inherently neutral on these issues will wind up downstream in the cesspool of the global foreign policy establishment, much less someone with the connections, mindset, and “pragmatism” of a major transnational CEO.   Tillerson’s past comments in support of Common Core, a carbon tax, the homosexual agenda at the Boy Scouts, and TPP are not mere distractions to his foreign policy views, as some might suggest.   First, we must remember that the State Department has been used as a conduit to support social liberalism for years. But more foundationally, they reveal an establishment mindset that would preclude him from bucking the trend on issues that are clearly within the scope of secretary of State, such as refugees, Syria, Palestinians, Saudi Arabia, and the Muslim Brotherhood.   Tillerson is likely the first nominee for secretary of State ever who has absolutely no political — much less foreign — policy experience. Some supporters laud this fact as a symbol of an “outsiders’” administration. However, these people don’t understand what it means to be a true outsider or insider. There is no greater outsider than one who worked in the system, understands the issues and the politics, and swam upstream to fight the ideology of the political establishment. Conversely, there is no greater insider than someone who never officially worked in the field but subscribes to and is connected to the very essence of the system.   There is nothing inherently wrong with having no official diplomatic experience, if he understands the issues and policies, and most importantly, subscribe to the right ideology and is willing to fight the global elites to change course on the critical issues.   I’d take a guy like Andy McCarthy as secretary of State any day of the week, even though he never worked in the State Department. But Tillerson is not exactly an Andy McCarthy.  As Mark Levin asked last week, if this is just about making deals across the world why not appoint the CEO of 7-Eleven?  Indeed, we’ve come a long way from the days of John Jay, Thomas Jefferson, and Edmund Randolph as Secretaries of State.   Unless conservatives get positive answers on some of these critical questions, they should not vote to confirm Tillerson. We don’t need another Bob Corker, albeit with closer ties to Putin. Important links Tillerson promoting the homosexual agenda at Boy Scouts of America Tillerson supports a Carbon tax Tillerson big supporter of Common Core Tillerson’s strong relationships with Saudi Arabia and Qatar   Tillerson praised the Trans-Pacific Partnership Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Inspiration! Today's podcast is a New To You show from October 24, 2008.  Lian, Monica, Sheila and Liz all attend Maria Shriver's California Women's Conference to hear Warren Buffett, Billie Jean King, Christiane Amanpour, Secretary of State Condi Rice, Jennifer Lopez and others talk about the empowerment of women and how we contribute to American greatness.  Plus we enjoy watching Buffett school Chris Matthews about pandering to women. Now that's Hardball.  This conference is an annual event that the Satellite Sisters attended often.  In 2008, we were grateful to be the guests of DOVE and participate in their special session for teen girls.   Also today,  Monica provides an installment of Jim & Edna's Excellent Adventure.  Yes, the road trip is over and Monica has finally delivered our parents to their temporary apartment in Santa Monica.  Let the Southern California experiment begin.   Sheila reviews the film Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist, starring Michael Cera and Kat Dennings. Don't forget to order your copies of our book "You're the Best: A Celebration of Friendship" before the big holiday rush.  You can order from amazon online here or from Vroman's here. 

Join Cheri Roberts Wednesday, February 10th, at 6pm PDT/9pm EDT with special #TheGRILL guest, National Security Attorney Mark Zaid, to discuss the ongoing controversy surrounding #HillaryClinton; what's really up with her email already? Is it similar to a situation that involed Condi Rice and Colin Powell during George W. Bush's Presidency? Maybe, maybe not.  There will be ongoing coverage of the #OregonStandoff at the #MalheurWildlifeRefuge outsideof Burns, Oregon. The 4 remaining inside the refuge are still calling for revolution and refusing to leave. Will they choose prison or death? Ultimately it is their choice. Please join us in the BTR chatroom during the LIVE show or CALL-IN to participate @ (646) 787-1790 (all shows are archived after airing live). WEBSITES:  CTR Website -- TWITTER @CTRNewsFeed -- CTR Facebook  This SHOW's HASHTAGS: #CTR - #TheGrill - #LOTW  - #HillaryClinton - #OregonStandoff No political endorsements. No corporate dollars. No hype. No lies.   

Nat, Mike and Dan will drink your style down straight, no chaser, but sometimes they get bored of style and go looking for substance. No, not around the back of Lidl, they look for the things which really matter, the big questions: what power will TT be granted this week? Who's next up in the big job at Miami? And will they hire Condi Rice to take over Special Teams? In other news: DENVER WIN AGAIN, taking a commanding lead in the AFC West; James Harrison became the first player to be banned under the new helmet to helmet rules after his brutal hit on Colt McCoy; Dan explains 'The Turtle-izer'; The Cardinals became the best kept secret in the NFL winning five of their last six; Antonio Banderas: we have a job for you; Green Bay continue to 100% after thumping Oakland; Sidney Crosby has relapsed and is now classed as out indefinitely with ‘concussion like symptoms’ - very worrying time for the Penguins; also out with concussion are Claude Giroux, Brad Richard of the Kings, Marc Staal and Chris Pronger - boys play rough; Giroux is out after a knee to the head from Wayne Simmonds, his own player; christmas day start is soon and the NBA is heating up; Training camp passed off with all eyes on Chris Paul. The Lakers trade offer for him was turned down; LA remains Paul’s most likely destination as David Stern plays hard ball for Chris Gordon and the Clippers unprotected first round pick; a bit off-season chatter from the MLB; Corrections and Clarifications; Six Points Christmas Special; Fantasy round-up - several claimes of 'forgotten we were still playing'; Mailbag, Americarnage at Christmas and much, much more...

The formula appeared in 1970 in Developing New Perspectives on Race by Pat Bidol. Judith H. Katz popularized it in White Awareness: Handbook for Anti-Racism Training. Mary Anne Mohanraj explains it: “…there's an alternate and widely-used definition of racism that goes like this: We're all prejudiced, because we grow up in a racist culture and we inherit those prejudices. But racism is a system of institutional, systemic oppression, and in order to be racist, you need both the prejudice + the power to affect people. By that definition, which a lot of progressives share, PoC (people of color) can't be racist, because they don't have any reinforcement from that institutionalized power. We may hold individual racist ideas and thoughts, but we only have the power to do damage with our actions in the rare, brief contexts where our other privileges temporarily override color privilege.” The problem with that definition is Condi Rice and Oprah Winfrey have far more power than any homeless white guy and almost everyone else in the USA.

Todd Starnes talks about his new book; College students "shocked" at Hillary's comments on marriage; The end of the lunch hour; Extortion by mugshot; Young people may sit out the next election

This is episode 11 of Sex & Science Hour, with Brian Sovryn and Dr. Stephanie Murphy! Subscribe to the podcast feed for free and don’t miss a show! Email us feedback, comments, show prep, and relationship questions: show@sexandsciencehour.com Support the show by doing your normal shopping on Amazon: Amazon US - goo.gl/U9sUSu Amazon UK - goo.gl/bkLKpZ Amazon Canada - goo.gl/YDLW2e Send BTC (thank you!!) 1Mspme73vwRpRTaTRV9zsGe9PtrFZhH7KD Show notes and links: New Hampshire politicians finally got around to repealing an adultery law:www.usatoday.com/story/news/natio…mpshire/7780563/ Condi Rice is in your dropbox: www.drop-dropbox.com/ Maidsafe crowdfunds itself and then some: letstalkbitcoin.com/maidsafe-wildly…e/#.U1mlJfldUtl Look, up in the sky. It’s a bird… it’s a plane… it’s Bitcoin! (rt.com/usa/154412-bitcoin-fu…p;utm_campaign=chrome) Fixing DNA typos may now be possible: rt.com/news/153952-dna-editi…p;utm_campaign=chrome Lab rats make love, not war: blogs.discovermagazine.com/notrocketsc…-the-brain/ “Extra Virgin Olive Oil” (olivecenter.ucdavis.edu/research/reports) may not be extra virgin, and may not even be olive oil. Speaking of oil, a listener is thinking about which ones to use for non-virgin activities. Finally, the real reason why you may be unemployed:www.buzzfeed.com/nicks29/11-crazy…tting-a-job-4y3w Awesome chiptunes that you heard in the show are by rolemusic! (rolemusic.sawsquarenoise.com/) Thanks for tuning in!

Mickey Huff is joined by special guest and co-host Dr. Deepa Kumar. The topic of the show is Islamophobia and the Politics of Empire, from the national insecurity state to drone wars and beyond in the 21st century. They'll be joined by Dr. Arun Kundnani, author most recently of The Muslims are Coming! Islamophobia, Extremism, and the Domestic War on Terror. the Discussion includes issues of media censorship and framing around these subjects, plus, resistance to Condi Rice speaking at Rutgers graduation,and  the continuing NYPD's targeted surveillance of Muslims. The post The Morning Mix – Project Censored appeared first on KPFA.

This week, John Federico (@gadgetboy) and Chia-Lin Simmons (@chialinsimmons) talk about the latest news in digital media and what it means for you. You can send comments and questions to comments@odmcast.com. We try to answer everything you send "on air." Visit http://odmcast.com to subscribe to the podcast. While you're there, be sure to subscribe to our announcements list via email. Follow us on Twitter at @ondigitalmedia. Subscribe to the YouTube channel. Activists ask DropBox to drop Condi Rice from board Confessions of a failed acqui-hire employee (Understand your equity agreements, kids.) Samsung / Deezer Promotion - 6 months of premium Deezer service for S5 owners Google Glass App Lets You 'Livestream' Events Google selling Glass to anyone in the US on April 15 for a limited time U.S. Air Force is testing Google Glass & building apps for battlefield use Amazon says it has now passed Apple and Hulu in streaming video usage Netflix Is Now Streaming In 4K (And nobody cares.) Bieber Porn and PornHub (ethics) Discovery Communications Invests in 24/7 TV Channel for Dogs Microsoft unveils Windows in the car, battles Apple CarPlay Amazon acquires digital comics platform (and iPad hit) comiXology Are you a regular listener? Please take a moment to complete this survey.

This week, John Federico (@gadgetboy) and Chia-Lin Simmons (@chialinsimmons) talk about the latest news in digital media and what it means for you. You can send comments and questions to comments@odmcast.com. We try to answer everything you send "on air." Visit http://odmcast.com to subscribe to the podcast. While you're there, be sure to subscribe to our announcements list via email. Follow us on Twitter at @ondigitalmedia. Subscribe to the YouTube channel. Activists ask DropBox to drop Condi Rice from board Confessions of a failed acqui-hire employee (Understand your equity agreements, kids.) Samsung / Deezer Promotion - 6 months of premium Deezer service for S5 owners Google Glass App Lets You 'Livestream' Events Google selling Glass to anyone in the US on April 15 for a limited time U.S. Air Force is testing Google Glass & building apps for battlefield use Amazon says it has now passed Apple and Hulu in streaming video usage Netflix Is Now Streaming In 4K (And nobody cares.) Bieber Porn and PornHub (ethics) Discovery Communications Invests in 24/7 TV Channel for Dogs Microsoft unveils Windows in the car, battles Apple CarPlay Amazon acquires digital comics platform (and iPad hit) comiXology Are you a regular listener? Please take a moment to complete this survey.

AND THE MARXISM CONTINUES! The Phillipsburg Wrestlers are being sued by an African American Family (whose child was on the Paulsboro Team)  claiming  emotional suffrage. See NBC10 http://nj1015.com/lawsuit-filed-over-phillipsburg-wrestling-photo/.  The punishing continues even after the boys apologized and admitted they never meant the photo to symbolize anything racist.  They were punished by not being allowed to futher their efforts in the wrestling comptetion and suspended by the school district. The event started when the boys wanted to celebrate a victory and their moving on in the competition.  They celebrated by hanging a dark brown leather(90 percent of the dummies manufactured in wrestling are that color-A FACT NOT MENTIONED IN THE ORIGINAL STAR LEDGER ARTICLE) dummy on a noose and one boy wore a hoodie. It was then posted on the net and was only meant to be a prank, never a racist statement. Paulsboro saw it and reported it to the Star Ledger (who put the adult spin on it and spread it around -callin it a racist statement). The newspapers then went and posted the students names (including the underage ones) all over the net. The students are being investigated by the NJ Civil Rights Division for Federal Charges on Hate Crimes.  This is a law that does not apply to whites when whites are attacked by blacks .  CASE 2: CONDI RICE: "YOU CAN' SPEAK AT RUTGERS GRADUATION." ACADEMIC FREEDOM DENIED! The Rutgers University faculty council has passed a resolution calling for the school to rescind Condoleezza Rice’s invitation to speak at commencement. Rudolph Bell, a professor of history,  "Academic freedom doesn’t guarantee the right to be a speaker or receive an honorary degree."

Listen[audio:http://media.rvanews.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/25-The-Bopst-Show_-_Tantalizing-Fragrance-Epiosde-231_.mp3|titles=The Bopst Show -- Tantalizing Fragrance -- Episode 231]SubscribeiTunes: The Bopst show podcastEverything else: The Bopst show podcastDownloadThe Bopst Show -- Tantalizing Fragrance -- Episode 231— ∮∮∮ —Title: The Bopst Show: "Tantalizing Fragrance (Episode 231)"Rating: PG-13 (Adult Situations & Language)
Intent: To squeeze the simpleton…Random Richmond Diversion: About 30% of health care providers in Virginia use the database to check patients' prescription drug records to determine whether they are abusing the system.Random USA Diversion: Fox is going to give you the factsRandom World Diversion: He’s going to be questioned later on by investigators, within the next couple of hoursRandom Image: I can’t breath
Random Music Blog: Music For HumansRandom Bopst Show: The Bopst Show: “The Black American (Episode 164)So good: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2oua7nITx4Construction Date: Sunday March 17th, 2013Equipment: Mac G5, Free Audio Editor & Recorder Software from Audacity, Frontier US-122 USB Audio/MIDI Interface, Shure SM57 MicrophonePosted: Monday March 18th, 2013Artists and Groups in order of appearance: Paul Weston & Jeffery Bearman (Bopst/Sun Ra Mix), Juggy Murray Jones, The Heroine Sheiks, Michael Eingorn, James Blood Ulmer, Uncle Dave Macon & The Fruit Jar Drinkers, Commercial Break, The Slits, Weirdos, Cal Tjader & Eddie Palmieri, FJ McMahonLiner Notes“And on a personal note – a little girl grows up in Jim Crow Birmingham – the most segregated big city in America – her parents can’t take her to a movie theater or a restaurant – but they make her believe that even though she can’t have a hamburger at the Woolworth’s lunch counter – she can be President of the United States and she becomes the Secretary of State. Yes, America has a way of making the impossible seem inevitable in retrospect. But of course it has never been inevitable – it has taken leadership, courage and an unwavering faith in our values.

 Condi RiceHere are some shows I’m hustling at Balliceaux this week...NEXT NEW SHOW: 03/25/13 
 
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1- Romney at NAACP convention 2- Romney calls out Obama on outsourcing 3- Olympic uniforms made in China, speaking of outsourcing 4- Condi Rice for VP, or not 5- Obama doesn’t need tax cuts , where is my trickle down? 6- Rick Perry says he’ll turn down Obamacare, he’ll just pry for help 7- Confidence in religion at all time low. Don’t blame Jesus 8- Drive up alcohol. Theres a texas law that might need work 9- Blake griffin signs for 95 million and hurts knee, hello Clipper jinx 10- Bring back Awkward Black Girl, wake up networks Jul 16, 2012

Happy Cinco De Mayo everyone!What's on your minds? John Edwards is back in the news with his cheating self! Let's talk about it! Did you hear about DC and gay marriage? We'll tell you all about it. Condi Rice got takent to task by a 4th grader! Yep it's true! And as always, let's do a little pop culture chatting. Whatever you want to talk about, we will. This show is organic and we let it go where ever you take it! Every Tuesday we talk about controversial subjects and ask you to weigh in!

Happy Cinco De Mayo everyone!What's on your minds? John Edwards is back in the news with his cheating self! Let's talk about it! Did you hear about DC and gay marriage? We'll tell you all about it. Condi Rice got takent to task by a 4th grader! Yep it's true! And as always, let's do a little pop culture chatting. Whatever you want to talk about, we will. This show is organic and we let it go where ever you take it! Every Tuesday we talk about controversial subjects and ask you to weigh in!

Former Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice has announced the publication of her new tell-all memoir, "I'm Black Too, Ya Know!"

Condi Rice! Trent Lott! Phill Kline! Rudy Giuliani! Evel Knievel! It's a who's who of the damned for this week's Actual News! Plus a lot of stuff about Lawrence: Top 20 Other Places the Lawrence City Commission Wants to Shut Down 1. Bourgeois Pig (too pinko) 2. International House of Pancakes (too global) 3. African Adorned (too African) 4. Replay Lounge (too sodomite) 5. Tres Mexicanos (three mexicans too many) 6. Goodwill (too poor) 7. Red Lyon Tavern (too Irish) 8. Paddy O'Quigley's (way too Irish) 9. Granada (too...Granada-y) 10. Super Target (too often pronounced with French accent) 11. Mediterranean Market (too Greek) 12. It's Brother's! (too greek) 13. Free State Brewery (too abolitionist) 14. Pieroguys (too wherever-the-hell-pierogies-come-from) 15. The Hookah Bar (too Islamofascist) 16. The Merc (too white people with dreadlocks) 17. Schlotzky's Deli (too potentially Jewish) 18. Liquid Tan (too brown) 19. The Bottleneck (too close to Last Call...blackness may be contagious) 20. Ethics panel investigating Lawrence City Commission (too ethical)

What a great pleasure and honor to welcome former U.S. Ambassador to the United Nations, Mr. John Bolton, to Pundit Review Radio. Ambassador Bolton joined us for wide ranging, thirty minute interview in which we covered a ton of ground. I have broken the interview into two segments. His excellent new book, Surrender is Not an Option, was the basis for our discussion This first segment runs about 18 minutes and we cover the sorry state of the U.N., the situation with Iran and North Korea, as well as the inter-agency friction between State, Defense and Justice. We also talked about the relationships between the principals at the top of these agencies, people such as Richard Armitage, Colin Powell and Condi Rice. It was very interesting to talk to him about the role of interpersonal relationships and how it can influence public policy. What is Pundit Review Radio? Pundit Review Radio is where the old media meets the new. Each week Kevin and Gregg give voice to the work of the most influential leaders in the new media/citizen journalist revolution. Called “groundbreaking” by Talkers Magazine, this unique show brings the best of the blogs to your radio every Sunday evening from 7-10 pm EST on AM680 WRKO, Boston’s Talk Station.

tonights hosts - Henry and Jordan - Russia meeting with Iran for diplomatic talks - China not meeting to discuss Iran over Dalai Lama protest - Puerto Rico animal control throw dogs over bridge - Condi Rice want Israel and Palestine to sort it out - texan shoots 2 burgalars in a month - -

So rarely does a hyped game even meet expectations in sports, but this one did all that and then "took it to eleven" Spinal Tap style with crazy. The grumps will say "no defense" but they are full of it. This game had playmakers galore, on both sides of the ball. Condi Rice is too brilliant to be a meathead football coach. Alex Smith injury update. Uniform correction. Man sues airline over having to sit next to fat guy for 14 hour flight.