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Gateway Franklin Church
Christus Victor: Victory Over Sin 

Gateway Franklin Church

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 30, 2025


Christus Victor “An element of the atoning work of Christ that emphasizes the triumph of Christ over the evil powers of the world, through which he rescues his people and establishes a new relationship between God and the world.”Christus Victor The evil powers of this world are real and active but not victorious. We were once slaves to sin but now we are free from sin. Sin once separated us from God but the victorious Christ has satisfied our sin and restored our relationship with God. I'm “What you believe about God is the most important thing about you.” A.W. TozerDo you believe Christ is victorious?This morning I want to unpack… What is sin? What does sin do? How did sin lose? How does sin still lose? The most prevalent Biblical understanding of sin is to “miss the mark”. Whose mark? God's mark. God's road. God's goal. Sin then is the contradiction of God – His word, will and ways.“Man's sin lies in his pretension to be god.” Reinhard Niebuhr “God created us in His image and we have been returning the favor ever since.” Voltaire “To sin” is to act contrary to God. To “live in sin” is to reject God and become a god unto myself.” Charlie WeirRomans 3:23 (NIV) 23 for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God. What is sin? Sin is missing God's mark. What does sin do? Sin sends you down a dead-end road to a dead-end place. Matthew 7:13,14 (NIV) 13 “Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. 14 But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.Life Lesson: Be careful from whom you take life directions. Wrong directions, even given with good intentions, still take you down a dead-end road to a dead-end place!The Impact of a Dead End#1 We miss the destination & destiny God has for us. #2 If we don't course correct we will be separated from God for all of eternity. “A good God doesn't send people to hell.” God doesn't send people to hell, He came to save people (John 3:16,17) but people choose hell when they reject God. Romans 6:23 (NIV) 23 For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. What is sin? Sin is missing God's mark. What does sin do? Sin sends you down a dead-end road to a dead-end place. How did sin lose? Jesus nailed it! Colossians 2:13-15 (NIV) 13 When you were dead in your sins and in the uncircumcision of your flesh, God made you alive with Christ. He forgave us all our sins, 14 having canceled the charge of our legal indebtedness, which stood against us and condemned us; he has taken it away, nailing it to the cross. 15 And having disarmed the powers and authorities, he made a public spectacle of them, triumphing over them by the cross. “When you were dead.” We were once lifeless thus powerless to change our condition. Let me also add, dead people can't save themselves.“God made you alive with Christ.” Life is God's Gift. Giving life is Christ's work.“Alive with Christ” means to be free from sin. I can't live in sin and freedom at the same time.A “canceled the charge” is a reversal of situation. There is no denial that “it” happened, it's just the consequences have been absorbed by someone else.“Nailed to the cross.” Jesus killed sin and cancelled death. “Disarmed.” Satan still fights back but with limited power and zero authority. The Cross wins – Sin loses, again. What is sin? Sin is missing God's mark. What does sin do? Sin sends you down a dead-end road to a dead-end place. How did sin lose? Jesus nailed it! The cross wins, again!How does sin still lose? Christ won once and for all (Hebrews 7 & 10). By choosing Jesus daily.How do I apply/live in Christ's victory over sin day to day?Pay attention to your walk. Galatians 5:16-18 (NIV) 16 So I say, walk by the Spirit, and you will not gratify the desires of the flesh. 17 For the flesh desires what is contrary to the Spirit, and the Spirit what is contrary to the flesh. They are in conflict with each other, so that you are not to do whatever you want. 18 But if you are led by the Spirit, you are not under the law. How do I apply/live in Christ's victory over sin day to day?Every day, lay yourself down and pick Jesus up; His will and His ways. Luke 9:23-25 (NIV) 23 Then he said to them all: “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow me. 24 For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will save it. 25 What good is it for someone to gain the whole world, and yet lose or forfeit their very self? How do I apply/live in Christ's victory over sin day to day?Know Christ & Press on!Philippians 3:10-14 (NIV) 10 I want to know Christ—yes, to know the power of his resurrection and participation in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, 11 and so, somehow, attaining to the resurrection from the dead. 12 Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. 13 Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, 14 I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.The more you align with your thoughts, decisions and actions with your new nature the more life you will experience, the more freedom you will enjoy.

The Dave Holly Hour
Dave Holly Hour Episode 270 March 20, 2025

The Dave Holly Hour

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 20, 2025 69:54


The Disarmed band memberfs Bobby Kooiman & Zach Dresch talk about the band's originality & camaraderie. From Search For George and Crazy Poet Records, David Pendery talks about putting togerther new music,

Ben & Liam

Ben & Liam

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 20, 2025 27:54 Transcription Available


Full show Thursday, March 19th 2025 Running order: Getting Tasmania’s thoughts on Rum’un Did you peak too early in life? Where did you get hit on? Give us ya best movie guy voice? Pick the flick: Did it need to be a sequel? Join our Exclusive Facebook Group Listen Live on the Nova Player App Follow us on Instagram - TikTok - Facebook - SnapchatSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Harry Potter and the First Time Readers
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Ch 33-Epilogue

Harry Potter and the First Time Readers

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 25, 2024 133:01


Chapter 33 - The Prince's TaleAs Ginny and Hermione moved closer to the rest of the family, Harry had a clear view of the bodies lying next to Fred: Remus and Tonks, pale and still and peaceful-looking, apparently asleep beneath the dark, enchanted ceiling.Q1 - What do you think about Tonks and Lupin?Q2 - In the beginning of the memory what do you think of Snape, Lily, and Tuneys connection?Q3 - Petunia wrote a letter to Dumbledore asking to be let into the school…do you understand her character more from this?Q4 - According to Snape's memory, what do you think of James and Sirius?Harry watched again as Snape left the Great Hall after sitting his O.W.L. in Defense Against the Dark Arts, watched as he wandered away from the castle and strayed inadvertently close to the place beneath the beech tree where James, Sirius, Lupin, and Pettigrew sat together. But Harry kept his distance this time, because he knew what happened after James had hoisted Severus into the air and taunted him; he knew what had been done and said, and it gave him no pleasure to hear it again. . . . He watched as Lily joined the group and went to Snape's defense. Distantly he heard Snape shout at her in his humiliation and his fury, the unforgivable word: “Mudblood.” Q5 - Why is this Snape's worst memory?“Her boy survives,” said Dumbledore. With a tiny jerk of the head, Snape seemed to flick off an irksome fly. “Her son lives. He has her eyes, precisely her eyes. You remember the shape and color of Lily Evans's eyes, I am sure?” “DON'T!” bellowed Snape. “Gone . . . dead . . .” “Is this remorse, Severus?” “I wish . . . I wish I were dead. . . .” “And what use would that be to anyone?” said Dumbledore coldly. “If you loved Lily Evans, if you truly loved her, then your way forward is clear.” Snape seemed to peer through a haze of pain, and Dumbledore's words appeared to take a long time to reach him. “What — what do you mean?” “You know how and why she died. Make sure it was not in vain. Help me protect Lily's son.” “He does not need protection. The Dark Lord has gone —” “The Dark Lord will return, and Harry Potter will be in terrible danger when he does.” There was a long pause, and slowly Snape regained control of himself, mastered his own breathing. At last he said, “Very well. Very well. But never — never tell, Dumbledore! This must be between us! Swear it! I cannot bear . . . especially Potter's son . . . I want your word!” “My word, Severus, that I shall never reveal the best of you?” Dumbledore sighed, looking down into Snape's ferocious, anguished face. “If you insist . . .” Q6 - Do you understand why Snape hated and yet protected Harry?“No,” said Snape, his black eyes on Fleur's and Roger's retreating figures. “I am not such a coward.” “No,” agreed Dumbledore. “You are a braver man by far than Igor Karkaroff. You know, I sometimes think we Sort too soon. . . .” Q7 - Do they sort too soon?Snape raised his eyebrows and his tone was sardonic as he asked, “Are you intending to let him kill you?” “Certainly not. You must kill me.” There was a long silence, broken only by an odd clicking noise. Fawkes the phoenix was gnawing a bit of cuttlebone. “Would you like me to do it now?” asked Snape, his voice heavy with irony. “Or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?” “Oh, not quite yet,” said Dumbledore, smiling. “I daresay the moment will present itself in due course. Given what has happened tonight,” he indicated his withered hand, “we can be sure that it will happen within a year.” “If you don't mind dying,” said Snape roughly, “why not let Draco do it?” “That boy's soul is not yet so damaged,” said Dumbledore. “I would not have it ripped apart on my account.” “And my soul, Dumbledore? Mine?” “You alone know whether it will harm your soul to help an old man avoid pain and humiliation,” said Dumbledore.Q8 - Do you understand why Snape killed Dumbledore now?“Harry must not know, not until the last moment, not until it is necessary, otherwise how could he have the strength to do what must be done?” “Tell him what?” Dumbledore took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Tell him that on the night Lord Voldemort tried to kill him, when Lily cast her own life between them as a shield, the Killing Curse rebounded upon Lord Voldemort, and a fragment of Voldemort's soul was blasted apart from the whole, and latched itself onto the only living soul left in that collapsing building. Part of Lord Voldemort lives inside Harry, and it is that which gives him the power of speech with snakes, and a connection with Lord Voldemort's mind that he has never understood. And while that fragment of soul, unmissed by Voldemort, remains attached to and protected by Harry, Lord Voldemort cannot die.” Q9 - Harry is a Horcrux…“So the boy . . . the boy must die?” asked Snape quite calmly. “And Voldemort himself must do it, Severus. That is essential.” Another long silence. Then Snape said, “I thought . . . all these years . . . that we were protecting him for her. For Lily.” “We have protected him because it has been essential to teach him, to raise him, to let him try his strength,” said Dumbledore, his eyes still tight shut. “Meanwhile, the connection between them grows ever stronger, a parasitic growth: Sometimes I have thought he suspects it himself. If I know him, he will have arranged matters so that when he does set out to meet his death, it will truly mean the end of Voldemort.” Dumbledore opened his eyes. Snape looked horrified. “You have kept him alive so that he can die at the right moment?” “Don't be shocked, Severus. How many men and women have you watched die?” “Lately, only those whom I could not save,” said Snape. He stood up. “You have used me.” “Meaning?” “I have spied for you and lied for you, put myself in mortal danger for you. Everything was supposed to be to keep Lily Potter's son safe. Now you tell me you have been raising him like a pig for slaughter —” “But this is touching, Severus,” said Dumbledore seriously. “Have you grown to care for the boy, after all?” “For him?” shouted Snape. “Expecto Patronum!” From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe: She landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office, and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears. “After all this time?” “Always,” said Snape. Q10 - Does Snape love Harry?Q11 - What does always mean?Q12 - Do you get why Snape kept the letter?Chapter 34 - The Forest AgainHarry understood at last that he was not supposed to survive. His job was to walk calmly into Death's welcoming arms. Along the way, he was to dispose of Voldemort's remaining links to life, so that when at last he flung himself across Voldemort's path, and did not raise a wand to defend himself, the end would be clean, and the job that ought to have been done in Godric's Hollow would be finished: Neither would live, neither could survive. Q1 - Was this really the whole purpose of Harry's life?Dumbledore's betrayal was almost nothing. Of course there had been a bigger plan; Harry had simply been too foolish to see it, he realized that now. Q2 - Was Dumbledore really just raising him like a pig for slaughter?Harry pulled the Invisibility Cloak over himself and descended through the floors, at last walking down the marble staircase into the entrance hall. Perhaps some tiny part of him hoped to be sensed, to be seen, to be stopped, but the Cloak was, as ever, impenetrable, perfect, and he reached the front doors easily. Q3 - If you were in this situation, would you have said goodbye?Harry glanced down and felt another dull blow to his stomach: Colin Creevey, though underage, must have sneaked back just as Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had done. He was tiny in death. He felt he would have given all the time remaining to him for just one last look at them; but then, would he ever have the strength to stop looking? It was better like this. The long game was ended, the Snitch had been caught, it was time to leave the air. . . . The Snitch. His nerveless fingers fumbled for a moment with the pouch at his neck and he pulled it out. I open at the close. Breathing fast and hard, he stared down at it. Now that he wanted time to move as slowly as possible, it seemed to have sped up, and understanding was coming so fast it seemed to have bypassed thought. This was the close. This was the moment. He pressed the golden metal to his lips and whispered, “I am about to die.” The metal shell broke open. He lowered his shaking hand, raised Draco's wand beneath the Cloak, and murmured, “Lumos.” The black stone with its jagged crack running down the center sat in the two halves of the Snitch. The Resurrection Stone had cracked down the vertical line representing the Elder Wand. The triangle and circle representing the Cloak and the stone were still discernible. Q4 - Was this a surprise to you?And again Harry understood without having to think. It did not matter about bringing them back, for he was about to join them. He was not really fetching them: They were fetching him. Lily's smile was widest of all. She pushed her long hair back as she drew close to him, and her green eyes, so like his, searched his face hungrily, as though she would never be able to look at him enough. “You've been so brave.” He could not speak. His eyes feasted on her, and he thought that he would like to stand and look at her forever, and that would be enough. Q5 - What did you think of Harry bringing everyone back?“I thought he would come,” said Voldemort in his high, clear voice, his eyes on the leaping flames. “I expected him to come.” Nobody spoke. They seemed as scared as Harry, whose heart was now throwing itself against his ribs as though determined to escape the body he was about to cast aside. His hands were sweating as he pulled off the Invisibility Cloak and stuffed it beneath his robes, with his wand. He did not want to be tempted to fight. “I was, it seems . . . mistaken,” said Voldemort. “You weren't.” Harry said it as loudly as he could, with all the force he could muster: He did not want to sound afraid. The Resurrection Stone slipped from between his numb fingers, and out of the corner of his eyes he saw his parents, Sirius, and Lupin vanish as he stepped forward into the firelight. At that moment he felt that nobody mattered but Voldemort. It was just the two of them. Q6 - What do you think of Harry here?Voldemort had raised his wand. His head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if he proceeded. Harry looked back into the red eyes, and wanted it to happen now, quickly, while he could still stand, before he lost control, before he betrayed fear — He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone. Q7 - Is Harry dead?Chapter 35 - Kings CrossHe recoiled. He had spotted the thing that was making the noises. It had the form of a small, naked child, curled on the ground, its skin raw and rough, flayed-looking, and it lay shuddering under a seat where it had been left, unwanted, stuffed out of sight, struggling for breath. He was afraid of it. Small and fragile and wounded though it was, he did not want to approach it. Nevertheless he drew slowly nearer, ready to jump back at any moment. Soon he stood near enough to touch it, yet he could not bring himself to do it. He felt like a coward. He ought to comfort it, but it repulsed him. “You cannot help.” He spun around. Albus Dumbledore was walking toward him, sprightly and upright, wearing sweeping robes of midnight blue. “Harry.” He spread his arms wide, and his hands were both whole and white and undamaged. “You wonderful boy. You brave, brave man. Let us walk.”Q1 - Were you shocked it was Dumbledore?“But . . .” Harry raised his hand instinctively toward the lightning scar. It did not seem to be there. “But I should have died — I didn't defend myself! I meant to let him kill me!” “And that,” said Dumbledore, “will, I think, have made all the difference.”Q2 - Why is this going to make all the difference?“But . . .” Harry raised his hand instinctively toward the lightning scar. It did not seem to be there. “But I should have died — I didn't defend myself! I meant to let him kill me!” “And that,” said Dumbledore, “will, I think, have made all the difference.” “He took my blood,” said Harry. “Precisely!” said Dumbledore. “He took your blood and rebuilt his living body with it! Your blood in his veins, Harry, Lily's protection inside both of you! He tethered you to life while he lives!” Q3 - Do you get why Harry is not dead really?“I believe that your wand imbibed some of the power and qualities of Voldemort's wand that night, which is to say that it contained a little of Voldemort himself. So your wand recognized him when he pursued you, recognized a man who was both kin and mortal enemy, and it regurgitated some of his own magic against him, magic much more powerful than anything Lucius's wand had ever performed. Your wand now contained the power of your enormous courage and of Voldemort's own deadly skill: What chance did that poor stick of Lucius Malfoy's stand?” Q4 - Did Harry's wand temporarily become a Horcrux?“Can you forgive me?” he said. “Can you forgive me for not trusting you? For not telling you? Harry, I only feared that you would fail as I had failed. I only dreaded that you would make my mistakes. I crave your pardon, Harry. I have known, for some time now, that you are the better man.” Q5 - Is Harry a better man than Dumbledore?“The argument became a fight. Grindelwald lost control. That which I had always sensed in him, though I pretended not to, now sprang into terrible being. And Ariana . . . after all my mother's care and caution . . . lay dead upon the floor.” Q6 - What are your thoughts on the whole Dumbledore and Grindelwald situation?“Would I?” asked Dumbledore heavily. “I am not so sure. I had proven, as a very young man, that power was my weakness and my temptation. It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it. Those who, like you, have leadership thrust upon them, and take up the mantle because they must, and find to their own surprise that they wear it well.Q7 - Had Dumbledore had power thrust upon him, would he have been a good leader?“Maybe a man in a million could unite the Hallows, Harry. I was fit only to possess the meanest of them, the least extraordinary. I was fit to own the Elder Wand, and not to boast of it, and not to kill with it. I was permitted to tame and to use it, because I took it, not for gain, but to save others from it. “But the Cloak, I took out of vain curiosity, and so it could never have worked for me as it works for you, its true owner. The stone I would have used in an attempt to drag back those who are at peace, rather than to enable my self-sacrifice, as you did. You are the worthy possessor of the Hallows.” “If you planned your death with Snape, you meant him to end up with the Elder Wand, didn't you?” “I admit that was my intention,” said Dumbledore, “but it did not work as I intended, did it?” “No,” said Harry. “That bit didn't work out.”Q8 - What are they talking about that it didn't work out?“I've got to go back, haven't I?” “That is up to you.” “I've got a choice?” “Oh yes.” Dumbledore smiled at him. “We are in King's Cross, you say? I think that if you decided not to go back, you would be able to . . . let's say . . . board a train.” “And where would it take me?” “On,” said Dumbledore simply.“Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love. By returning, you may ensure that fewer souls are maimed, fewer families are torn apart. If that seems to you a worthy goal, then we say good-bye for the present.”Q9 - Harry is going back?“Tell me one last thing,” said Harry. “Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?” Dumbledore beamed at him, and his voice sounded loud and strong in Harry's ears even though the bright mist was descending again, obscuring his figure. “Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”Q10 - Is this real or is it happening inside Harry's head?Chapter 36 - The Flaw in the PlanHands, softer than he had been expecting, touched Harry's face, pulled back an eyelid, crept beneath his shirt, down to his chest, and felt his heart. He could hear the woman's fast breathing, her long hair tickled his face. He knew that she could feel the steady pounding of life against his ribs. “Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?” Q1 - Were you surprised at Narcissa lying?And now a chill settled over them where they stood, and Harry heard the rasping breath of the dementors that patrolled the outer trees. They would not affect him now. The fact of his own survival burned inside him, a talisman against them, as though his father's stag kept guardian in his heart. Q2 - Why is Harry not affected by crucio and the dementors and stuff?“Harry Potter is dead! Do you understand now, deluded ones? He was nothing, ever, but a boy who relied on others to sacrifice themselves for him!” “He beat you!” yelled Ron, and the charm broke, and the defenders of Hogwarts were shouting and screaming again until a second, more powerful bang extinguished their voices once more. Q3 - What do you think of Ron's progression as a character?In one swift, fluid motion, Neville broke free of the Body-Bind Curse upon him; the flaming hat fell off him and he drew from its depths something silver, with a glittering, rubied handle — The slash of the silver blade could not be heard over the roar of the oncoming crowd or the sounds of the clashing giants or of the stampeding centaurs, and yet it seemed to draw every eye. With a single stroke Neville sliced off the great snake's head, which spun high into the air, gleaming in the light flooding from the entrance hall, and Voldemort's mouth was open in a scream of fury that nobody could hear, and the snake's body thudded to the ground at his feet —Q4 - Do you get why we all love Neville so much now?The house-elves of Hogwarts swarmed into the entrance hall, screaming and waving carving knives and cleavers, and at their head, the locket of Regulus Black bouncing on his chest, was Kreacher, his bullfrog's voice audible even above this din: “Fight! Fight! Fight for my Master, defender of house-elves! Fight the Dark Lord, in the name of brave Regulus! Fight!” Hundreds of people now lined the walls, watching the two fights, Voldemort and his three opponents, Bellatrix and Molly, and Harry stood, invisible, torn between both, wanting to attack and yet to protect, unable to be sure that he would not hit the innocent. “What will happen to your children when I've killed you?” taunted Bellatrix, as mad as her master, capering as Molly's curses danced around her. “When Mummy's gone the same way as Freddie?” “You — will — never — touch — our — children — again!” screamed Mrs. Weasley. Bellatrix laughed, the same exhilarated laugh her cousin Sirius had given as he toppled backward through the veil, and suddenly Harry knew what was going to happen before it did. Molly's curse soared beneath Bellatrix's outstretched arm and hit her squarely in the chest, directly over her heart. Bellatrix's gloating smile froze, her eyes seemed to bulge: For the tiniest space of time she knew what had happened, and then she toppled, and the watching crowd roared, and Voldemort screamed.Q5 - What was the most emotional moment in the whole series for you?“You won't be killing anyone else tonight,” said Harry as they circled, and stared into each other's eyes, green into red. “You won't be able to kill any of them ever again. Don't you get it? I was ready to die to stop you from hurting these people —” “But you did not!” “— I meant to, and that's what did it. I've done what my mother did. They're protected from you. Haven't you noticed how none of the spells you put on them are binding? You can't torture them. You can't touch them. You don't learn from your mistakes, Riddle, do you?”Q6 - What do you think of this?“Yeah, it did,” said Harry. “You're right. But before you try to kill me, I'd advise you to think about what you've done. . . . Think, and try for some remorse, Riddle. . . .” “What is this?” Of all the things that Harry had said to him, beyond any revelation or taunt, nothing had shocked Voldemort like this. Harry saw his pupils contract to thin slits, saw the skin around his eyes whiten. “It's your one last chance,” said Harry, “it's all you've got left. . . . I've seen what you'll be otherwise. . . . Be a man . . . try . . . Try for some remorse. . . .” Q7 - Thoughts on Harry telling Tom to try for some remorse?“The true master of the Elder Wand was Draco Malfoy.” Blank shock showed in Voldemort's face for a moment, but then it was gone. “But what does it matter?” he said softly. “Even if you are right, Potter, it makes no difference to you and me. You no longer have the phoenix wand: We duel on skill alone . . . and after I have killed you, I can attend to Draco Malfoy. . . .” “But you're too late,” said Harry. “You've missed your chance. I got there first. I overpowered Draco weeks ago. I took this wand from him.” Harry twitched the hawthorn wand, and he felt the eyes of everyone in the Hall upon it. “So it all comes down to this, doesn't it?” whispered Harry. “Does the wand in your hand know its last master was Disarmed? Because if it does . . . I am the true master of the Elder Wand.” Q8 - What do you think about the Elder Wand issues?Q9 - How did you like the death of Voldemort?After a while, exhausted and drained, Harry found himself sitting on a bench beside Luna. “I'd want some peace and quiet, if it were me,” she said. “I'd love some,” he replied. “I'll distract them all,” she said. “Use your Cloak.” “And then there's this.” Harry held up the Elder Wand, and Ron and Hermione looked at it with a reverence that, even in his befuddled and sleep-deprived state, Harry did not like to see. “I don't want it,” said Harry. “What?” said Ron loudly. “Are you mental?” “I know it's powerful,” said Harry wearily. “But I was happier with mine. So . . .” He rummaged in the pouch hung around his neck, and pulled out the two halves of holly still just connected by the finest thread of phoenix feather. Hermione had said that they could not be repaired, that the damage was too severe. All he knew was that if this did not work, nothing would. He laid the broken wand upon the headmaster's desk, touched it with the very tip of the Elder Wand, and said, “Reparo.” Q10 - What are your thoughts on the Hallows now?EpilogueQ1 - What do you think about the epilogue?Q2 - What do you think of Harry and Ginny and their kids names?“Teddy's back there,” he said breathlessly, pointing back over his shoulder into the billowing clouds of steam. “Just seen him! And guess what he's doing? Snogging Victoire!”“Don't forget to give Neville our love!” Ginny told James as she hugged him. “Mum! I can't give a professor love!” “But you know Neville —” James rolled his eyes. “Outside, yeah, but at school he's Professor Longbottom, isn't he? I can't walk into Herbology and give him love. . . .” Q3 - What do you think about Prof Longbottom?

Android Faithful
Snapdragon 8 Elite... DisARMed?

Android Faithful

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 30, 2024 101:54


We've got leaks, we've got reveals, we've got an interview about satellite smartphone connectivity - this episode has it all as Mishaal Rahman, Jason Howell, and Ron Richards break down all the ins and outs in the world of Android this week.Participate in ACast's listener survey: http://bit.ly/androidfaithful-surveyNote: Time codes subject to change depending on dynamic ad insertion by the distributor.NEWS00:06:35 - A bunch of new glimpses of Android 16 have emerged00:17:30 - Inside OxygenOS 15 from OnePlus00:24:55 - T-Mobile and AT&T are against the FCC mandating unlocking phones after 60 days00:30:20 - Arm takes the nuclear option in it's battle with Qualcomm00:36:10- PATRON PICK: How Google is able to provide 7 years of updates to Android phonesHARDWARE00:44:18 - HUGE LEAK from Google about the Tensor G5 and G6 and Pixel 10 and Pixel 11 phones00:52:05 - More details of the Google Pixel 9A are coming to light00:55:22 - The OnePlus 13 gets spoiled by...OnePlus01:03:35 - Everything about the Xiaomi 15 and 15 Pro is bigAPPS01:07:15 - Google Photos increases transparency around AI use01:08:50 - Notion is developing a Mail app and you can sign up to be among the first to get accessINTERVIEWS01:09:56 - Inside the world of satellite connectivity and it's deployment on the Pixel 9 phones with Dr. Andrew Nuttall, the co-founder and CTO of SkyloCOMMUNITY01:32:50 - Tony writes in to pit Android vs iOS when it comes to dictation for accessibility Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Walk Talks With Matt McMillen
5 Reasons James Didn't Understand Grace (10-6-24)

Walk Talks With Matt McMillen

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 6, 2024 69:31


Temptation Then Will Be Approved, Crown Of Life, We've Received the Life of Christ, Symbolic Elders Cast Crowns, Only If you Love God, Incorruptible Love in Ephesians 6, Builds Up Sin, Seed of Desires, Hebrews 13 Says Believers Have a Clear conscience and Desire to Live Honorably in Every Way, Don't Be Hearer But Doer, Paul Said in Romans 2 Doers of Law Will be Judged by Law, Deceive Your Own Heart, Romans 6 Says We've Become Obedient From Heart, Keep Yourself Unstained From World, Paul Said We've Been Washed, Break One Commandment, Show You My Faith By My Works, You Believe God, You Do Well, Even Demons Believe, Faith Without Works Is Dead, Abraham and Issac, Abraham Believed God Before Isaac Was Even Born and Was Righteous, What About the Works of Hagar and Ismael, Justification in Front of Men, Paul Said He Doesn't Care Who Judges Him He Doesn't Even Judge Himself, Teachers Judged Greater By God, Able to Bridal Tongue, Tongue Cause You to be Set on Fire, Cannot Tame Tongue, Tongue is Evil Unruly Full of Poison, Confuses Who You Are With What We Do, Talks About God as If He's Far Away, You Don't Have Because You Don't Ask, Not Getting What You Ask For Because of Your Intentions, If Friends With World You're Enemy of God, Jesus Said Don't Take Out of World But to Protect Them, John 17, Paul Said He Became as a Jew and Greek in 1 Corinthians, Good Old-Fashioned Christian Guilt Followed Up by Dab of Grace, God Resists the Proud But Gives Grace to Humble, Double-Talk and Double Standard, Didn't You Just Say Show me Your Faith I'll Show you MY Works, Resist the Devil and He Will Flee, Colossians 2 Says He's Disarmed, 1 John 3 Says Jesus Destroyed His work, 1 John 5 Says Evil One Cannot Even Touch You, Draw Near to God and He'll Draw Near to You, Cleans Your Hands You Sinners, Purify Your Hearts You Double-Minded, Weep Mourn and Full of Gloom, Speaking Ill of Brother Insults the Law, Who Are You To Judge Another, Don't Make Plans, Only If God Wills It, Such Boasting Is Evil, Attacks the Rich, Uses Job As who to Be Like, Mentions Being Anointed With Oil, We All Have Anointing From Holy One, 1 John 2:20, Fervent Prayers of Righteous Avails Much, All Payers Are Heard, Jesus Called Sinner in John 9, God Hears All Prayers, Holy Spirit Prays For us, Uses Elijah As Example of Who to Be Like, Transfiguration Says Only Listen to Jesus, Turn Sinner From Error of Their Way, Save Soul From Death, This Will Cover Multitude of Sin, Propitiation Is Better, Jesus Is Propitiation, Nothing About Jesus or New Covenant or Ministry of Spirit Send Matt a text about this episode!Support the showSign up for Matt's free daily devotional! https://mattmcmillen.com/newsletter

WWJ Plus
Student disarmed, arrested in Southfield school bathroom

WWJ Plus

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 17, 2024 10:59


A 15-year-old student is facing charges after police say he was found carrying a concealed handgun at a Southfield high school. That's our top story as WWJ's Tracey McCaskill runs down the news you need to know for your Thursday midday in Metro Detroit.  (Photo: Getty Images)

Understand the Bible?  Pastor Melissa Scott, Ph.D.
Our Spiritual Foes Disarmed at the Cross

Understand the Bible? Pastor Melissa Scott, Ph.D.

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 29, 2024 57:39


If we're still not sure that Christ did everything and that we are complete in Him, Colossians 2:15 rightly translated shows us that there was nothing left undone. God disarmed our spiritual foes at the cross! That doesn't mean that they're powerless, but rather that all of the attempts to prevent Christ from going to the cross were thwarted. And as Christ was victorious, so are we! VF-2290 Colossians 2:19 Watch, Listen and Learn 24x7 at PastorMelissaScott.com Pastor Melissa Scott teaches from Faith Center in Glendale. Call 1-800-338-3030 24x7 to leave a message for Pastor Scott. You may make reservations to attend a live service, leave a prayer request or make a commitment. Pastor Scott appreciates messages and reads them often during live broadcasts. Follow @Pastor_Scott on Twitter and visit her official Facebook page @Pastor.M.Scott. Download Pastor Scott's "Understand the Bible" app for iPhone, iPad and iPod at the Apple App Store and for Android devices in the Google Store. Pastor Scott can also be seen 24x7 on Roku and Amazon Fire on the "Understand the Bible?" channel. ©2024 Pastor Melissa Scott, Ph.D., All Rights Reserved

SlapperCast: a weekly talk show with Blaggards
Episode 289: Disarmed Guards

SlapperCast: a weekly talk show with Blaggards

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 27, 2024 20:31


This was recorded a couple weeks ago as we drove home from Hot Springs, Arkansas, after playing shows there and in Little Rock. The topics iinclude ideal places to live, among other things. Show dates Blaggards.com (https://blaggards.com/shows/) Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/pg/blaggards/events/) Bandsintown (https://www.bandsintown.com/a/3808) Follow us on social media YouTube (https://www.youtube.com/blaggards) Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/blaggards/) Twitter (https://twitter.com/blaggards) Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/blaggards/) Become a Patron Join Blaggards on Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/blaggards) for bonus podcast content, live tracks, rough mixes, and other exclusives. Rate us Rate and review SlapperCast on iTunes (https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/slappercast-a-weekly-talk-show-with-blaggards/id1452061331) Questions? If you have questions for a future Q&A episode, * leave a comment on Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/blaggards), or * tweet them to us (https://twitter.com/blaggards) with the hashtag #slappercast.

Armed American Radio
07-30-24 HR 2 Venezuela “Strongman” Maduro disarmed population now powerless to stop him

Armed American Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 30, 2024 40:04 Transcription Available


Venezuela "Strongman" Maduro disarmed population now powerless to stop him

SteamyStory
Howdy Neighbour: Angela

SteamyStory

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 10, 2024


The neighbours meet. Ken meets Angela. (erotic coupling) By PrairieDad1. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. A Friendly Encounter “Howdy neighbour. How ya doin?” Ken jumps and turns around to face the voice behind him, “Drinking my coffee and enjoying the early morning quiet. At least, it was quiet. You startled me,” he says in a loud voice his eyes roaming over a tall, slender young woman. The young woman laughs and stretches out her arm toward Ken hoping for a handshake. “Ah, quit your bitchin. Its not that quiet. Can't you hear the birds chirping? Don't be such a grumpy old man,” she says laughing again. “I'm Angela. My parents moved in next door while I was away at Uni. Nice to meet you, I think, Mr. Grump.” Disarmed by her pleasant personality, Ken says, “Okay, enough already. I get the message. Sorry for barking at you. I'm Ken and I'm not a grumpy old man. Its just that you surprised me. Would you like a coffee?” “Well, actually I'm just heading out for a morning run. But, I'd love a coffee in 45 minutes. Would that be okay Ken?”“You bet. I'll have it ready for ya in 45 minutes.” And just like that Angela turns and disappears around the house corner leaving Ken to stare at nothing. During their short exchange Ken managed to get quite an eyeful of Angela. So much so he grabs an outdoor chair and sits down. Muttering to himself, ‘Wow! What a beauty'. Tall, slender, her dark brunette hair pulled back in a ponytail. An angelic face with luscious, shapely lips and blue eyes. Dressed in a tight T shirt pulled over what appeared to be smaller perky breasts with long athletic legs, muscular even, in a pair of bum hugging shorts. And what a bum. The kind Ken loves. A bubble butt. Yep, quite the eyeful, he smiles; his hand dropping down carressing his cock thru his jeans; reflecting on their encounter and feeling bad for being kinda gruff with her. As Angela runs, she too is thinking of their short conversation. ‘Wow, he is quite a ruggedly handsome guy'. Maybe late forties and in really good shape. Not fat but tall and slender with big muscular arms. ‘Little rough around the edges'. Angela smiles to herself as her feet pound the pavement. Three quarters of an hour later Ken hears a knock on his door. “Come on in Angela,” He yells out in a loud, enthusiastic voice so she hears him. Walking into the kitchen, her forehead perspiring, Ken approaches, tossing her a fresh towel to dry off with. “Let's try our introduction again” he says, “I'll try to be more civil. Good Morning! I'm Ken, your neighbour. Pleased to meet you,” he says extending his arm. “Hey there neighbour, I'm Angela, John and Melanie's daughter. Nice to meet you also.” she says Shaking his hand. “Who's John and Melanie?” Ken asks, a slight grin creeping over his face. “Really? You don't know my parents?” she says,  a shock on Angela's face. Ken laughs, “Ah, Gotcha. Your mom seems a pleasant lady. Haven't met your dad yet.” “Here, sit down and relax,” he pulls out a chair, “I'll grab you a coffee. What do you take in it?” “A shot of whiskey,” she says, Ken's mouth drops open. Angela giggles. “My turn. Gotcha.” They both laugh. Ken brings their coffee over and sits himself down. “What brought your family to a small town like this? They look like a couple of professionals. Management types? No businesses like that around here.” “Dad wanted a small town atmosphere to live in. He got tired of the busy city life. Besides, living here he's close enough to the city and the airport. Mom, on the other hand, hates it here. She has no friends. Feels like dad just dumped her here. Dad's always travelling, always has since I was little. Mom works from home in her spare time. And me, I actually enjoy the quiet life. Its busy and tiring enough at the university. Funny hearing that from a 19 year old, eh? It's nice coming home for the summer and relaxing. I read a lot and my hobby is photography. I love exploring the country for old abandoned buildings. But it's not exactly popular for making friends.” Ken's face lights up. “I'll be your friend. So, no boyfriend? I figured a beauty like you would be hitched; or kinda hitched” “No sir. Not me. How bout you, Ken?” “I live alone, wife died last year. Thought about moving but never did. Figured the memories would haunt me here but so far I've managed to live with them okay. Keep busy in my garden.” “Oh Ken, I'm so sorry to hear that about your wife.” “Yeah it's tough being a widower at 39. You mentioned photography, exploring the country and old abandoned buildings. Three of my favourite pastimes. How about we take a day and I show you around the countryside.” “Really? I'd love that. I've never met anyone who gives a crap about any of those things, especially old buildings. Always figured I was kinda weird.” Laughing “Well we can be weird together” Ken smiles. “Weird friends.” “This is so cool” Angela, in her excitement, stands, “Give me a hug,” she says, making an arc with her arms. Ken jumps up and steps into her embrace, the damp T shirt pressed against his shirt. “Darn, you must be cold in those damp clothes.” “Yeah, I am. Best I go home and shower,” she says, pulling away. “Thanks for the coffee and conversation. I enjoyed it. And, you're not grumpy,” she chuckles. “I'll go and shower, & freshen up. Can I come back later?” “You are most definitely welcome here anytime. You don't even have to knock. Just poke your head in & shout out. I may be out back tending to my yard.” Angela skips out the door and, once again, Ken sits down, the vision of Angela dominating his mind; his hand again slipping down to stroke his hard cock. An image of her skin tight spandex running shorts hugging her labia, her pussy clearly outlined. 'And, she's a photographer and likes exploring the countryside' Ken mutters, his fingers stroking his cock to erection; smiling to himself. A while later Ken is out in the back yard, up a ladder, trimming a tree when Angela pokes her face around the back of his house. Seeing him, she's about to shout out but decides to remain quiet and just watch Ken at work. Dressed in a pair of old cut offs and a muscle shirt, his muscular body on display; Angela licks her lips, muttering 'you are quite a nice eyeful Mr. Ken.' His arm muscles rippling as he works the shears on a tree branch, stretching his long athletic legs on the ladder, thick thigh muscles pushing against the denim fabric. Angela smiles to herself, 'I like' she mutters. ‘And he's cute, too. An older guy with rough features and pronounced cheek bones and cute dimples. I guess “cute” is the operative word here' she laughs. Walking quietly across the yard, not to disrupt him like earlier this morning, she walks up behind him and quietly says, “Hi again,” smiling. Ken carefully climbs down the ladder and twists around. “Hey Angela. Nice to see you;” his eyes lighting up as he sizes her up, “Oh my goodness” smiling, “I thought you were beautiful this morning. Now, you are ravishingly beautiful.” Angela blushes and smiles, “You like?” she says, as she twirls in a circle. “I wanted to freshen up after my run before you saw me again.” Shaking her head and waving her shoulder length brunette hair, no longer tied in this morning's ponytail. “I didn't disturb your quiet this time did I?” smiling. “No, no. You did just fine. I can't believe the transformation you've accomplished. Are you the same girl? Angela?” Angela laughs, “I just let my hair out, put on a proper blouse and skirt. All dressed up and nowhere to go,” she says, laughing. “No big deal.” “I sure don't want to embarrass you, but you are incredibly gorgeous.” Angela blushes and smiles, again, “I'm not the least bit embarrassed. Actually it's nice to hear your compliments. I'm not used to hearing men talk that way about me.” “Well, that is not a good thing; downright rude if you ask me. A man should always be complimenting the woman he's with; but respectfully. Guess I'm old fashioned. Come on in. I'll make us some coffee,” he says, taking Angela's hand in his. “Ken, you can be as old fashioned as you like. I love it,” she giggles. Leading Angela into the house and kitchen area, Ken pulls out a chair from the kitchen table. “Sit there young lady and relax, while I prepare the coffee.” With his back turned he makes the coffee. Angela again has a bird's eye view of Ken as he moves about. “You have a lovely yard. The flowers are so pretty. And everything is so neat and tidy.” Watching him as he bends over to retrieve a pot from a lower cupboard, his thick thigh muscles stretching, Angel again licks her lips. “Do you work out Ken? You sure have strong looking legs.” “Matter of fact, I do. Legs and arms mostly. Comes in handy for my outdoor gardening work.” “You certainly are in great shape.” she says, Crossing her legs, her mini skirt riding up her thighs, as Ken turns and faces her. “Have you looked at yourself lately, Angela. Like I said earlier, gorgeous,” Looking at her seated in the chair and observing her long athletic legs. “Runner's legs,”  he observes out loud; a bulge developing in his shorts. “Why don't we go sit in the living room,” conscious of his erection. “I'll bring the coffee out there, where the seating is more comfortable.” Angela jumps up, “Sure,” turning around and smiling to herself, having noticed Ken's bulge and the affect she is having on him. Unintentional as it may be, but kinda cool nevertheless. She finds the comfy sofa and settles into it, crossing her legs and leaning back into the soft back. A few minutes later Ken enters the room carrying two cups, whistles and smiles. “You look comfy. That chair's made for you Angie; my Angel,”  Ken declares, laughing. “Keep talking, big boy. I love it,” she says, giggling. Ken leans over and hands Angela her mug, catching the scent of her perfume. The scent of strong coffee greets Angela. “I love the smell of freshly brewed coffee,” she says, inhaling the aroma into her nostrils. Ken sits back in the sofa, next to her, “How about we go exploring the countryside, tomorrow? Pack your camera and a snack or lunch and make a day of it.” “Really,” Angela shouts, “I'd love it,” sitting up straight and placing her coffee on the small coffee table, she jumps up and steps closer to where Ken is sitting back. She's standing between his legs now. Ken almost spills his coffee moving the mug out of the way. “You're the greatest” Angela says in her excitement and leans in to kiss him. Ken places his coffee on the table, then slides his arms around Angela as she pecks his cheek with a kiss. Feeling her bum in his hands his groin reacts. Angela now kisses his lips before Ken eases her back. “Slow down girl. Wow, wasn't expecting that response. But not complaining either.” Ken smiles. “You sure know how to get a guy excited.” “Don't you want some excitement in your life Ken,” she asks; giggling while she looks down toward his crotch. “I think we could be real good friends and really enjoy ourselves. Being weird, I might add,” as she laughs. “Wouldn't you agree, Ken? Two weirdo's with cameras.” “Most definitely,” Ken responds as he sips his coffee, and changing the subject. “So Angela, what are you studying for at school?” “Teaching, with an emphasis on physical education.” “Oh,” Ken adds; “before I forget, wear your hiking boots tomorrow and I'll show you some back country Phys ed.” “Okay, I will. Now it's my turn to get excited.” “Not yet. Wait until you see the country I'm taking you into, and all the old barns and homesteads. It'll blow your mind.” “Oh Ken, please stop it. You're making me wet; um, I mean; too excited.” Angela's face turning red with embarrassment. Ken laughs. “Either way, we'll call it a Freudian slip.” “We'll leave at 5am, an hour before sunrise. You've got to see this country I'm taking you to, as the sun rises over it.” “Okay, and I'll pack some snacks and lunch for us. I can hardly wait. Hope I can sleep tonight. I'm so darn excited.” Ken smiles, not believing his good fortune and how lucky he is in having met Angela. It's a dream come true. Maybe there is some life left in him after all. Angela heads to her home, all the while reveling, her mind in overdrive. ‘Oh my Gawd' Angela says to herself. ‘Can you believe it? That my dreams would be fulfilled in this small pissy ass town with a man more than twice my age. A handsome man at that?' ‘Whew, cool off girl. Let's not ruin it by being too aggressive. After all, he is old fashion by his own admission.' Laughing to herself now, “And I almost blew it when I said I was wet;' fingers feeling the moisture between her legs. ‘Fuck, he made me so horny. Why did the thought of old buildings make me horny?' Hmmm, ‘Or, is something else going on here? Was I subconsciously focusing on the hard on in his shorts?' Giggling. Which brought up another question, best left unanswerable for now. Arriving home and flopping into the sofa, Angela reflects on her life. Growing up an adopted lonely child, her parents both professional management types, she was left in the care of nanny's. As she became older she desperately craved the love and attention of her daddy. But daddy was off travelling, as usual, being the successful business man he is. Her mom, similarly, was always too busy or preoccupied to bother with little Angie and, later; bigger teenage Angela. Busy with her work and preoccupied with whatever a young and middle age lonely wife preoccupies herself with when hubby is off travelling. Angela's immediate suspicion is, 'mommy slut'. Not a pleasant thought. But it is the young woman's impression of her mom. With all these thoughts bombarding her mind, Angela now looks at her own life. When college beckoned, Angela set her sights on a course. She excelled in her studies and attracted the attention of the boys. Excelling in her studies impressed her; but boys, not so much. She quickly discovered what their real intentions were, and she was damned if she was going to be a pin cushion for their cocks. A cynical attitude to be sure but she had healthy boundaries, so just wasn't interested in the noncommittal sex; which explains her virginity. She wanted a degree in teaching. End of story. One of the boys having an interest in boning her, had even accused her of having 'daddy issues.' What a loser he was. The only 'daddy issue' Angela had was she wanted a daddy, a loving and caring dad, who she could look up to, as a role model. And lo and behold she meets Ken, the next door neighbour, an older & soft spoken man who seems genuinely loving and caring, and shares her interest in photography and the outdoors. ‘Who'd ever thought I'd meet a man the age of daddy to step in and be my daddy? Is Ken the answer to my dream?' The only question remaining for Angela, 'Do I trust him enough to become his friend and he my friend?' She answers her own question, 'A few minutes ago when we kissed, he could have taken advantage of me in my enthusiasm, but he didn't. He backed me off.' ‘Just how far am I willing for Ken and I to go in our relationship? And how far will he come, if at all?' The unanswerable question, for now. Across the driveways, back in Ken's house, he too, is thinking about Angela and how his life is changing in just this day. From the early morning greeting and his gruff response, to the two of them sharing their common interests with Angela exploding in youthful excitement and becoming so very affectionate; catching Ken by surprise with her reaction and subsequent spurt of intimacy. The lonely widower now suddenly realizing he has a friend; full of vigor, very excitable and apparently very comfortable around older men, brings a smile to Ken's face. Not wanting to jeopardize their friendship, Ken needs some wisdom on how to proceed. Hoodoo land Early the next morning, at precisely 5am, the tint of dawn lightening the chilly eastern sky, Ken places his camera gear in the back seat of his 4 by 4 crew cab pickup truck. The sedan stays in the garage, today. Where they are going, only an offroad vehicle will survive. He's dressed in a jean jacket over his tanktop, wearing the usual blue jeans and a pair of broken-in hiking boots on his feet. Moments later, Angela approaches the truck, a backpack over one shoulder and a camera bag over the other; dressed in a light tight sweater with form fitting blue jeans and hiking boots. Both have their heads covered with baseball caps. Angela opens the rear door and tosses in her backpack and camera bag; then climbing into the ‘shotgun' seat as Ken sits behind the steering wheel. The front seat in this older rugged pickup has bench seating, one long seat from side to side. It was built before the time of standard bucket seats. "We're off”, Angela bubbles with joy. “Yep, here we go. Our first date,” Ken laughs. “The first of many, I hope. We hope,” she giggles. “You got that right.” Ken says in his excitement. Within 5 minutes they have left the town behind, headed south on the highway, toward a ridge of foothills. Some minutes later, Ken explains; “We'll turn onto a grid road in about ½ mile, then follow that for a mile before heading up a trail toward our destination.” As the sky slowly lightens, Angela slides forward in her seat, peering out the front window. “I don't want to miss anything.” A few minutes later they make the turn onto the gravel road and, a few minutes after that, the trail. “Hang on babe,” Ken advises. “It gets rougher and rougher the farther we go.” Just then the pickup lurches through a deep rut. “Um, Ken if you wanna call me 'babe', no one's ever called me that before. Sounds cool though.” She says, giggling. “Can I call you 'daddy?” “Sure you can. Call me anything you're little heart desires. No bad names though.” He laughs. “Oh, silly boy,” Angela giggles. “Seriously though, I've never really known my real daddy and I, um, you're a little older, his age approximately, and you're so kind and caring. Um, I kinda like you lots,” she says, smiling over at Ken. “And, I desperately long for a real daddy figure in my life.” Ken flashes her a glance, sees her staring at him and stops the truck, shifting it into Park. Turning in his seat toward her now, bringing a bent leg up onto the seat. “Lets see, you wanna be my friend, my weird friend; and, now, you wanna be my daughter too. Humm, that is more than weird; that's downright super weird!” His voice raising slightly. Angela holds a hand over her mouth, “Are you mad at me?” A tear drop runs down over her cheek. “NO, no, on the contrary, I find it downright kinky, I love it. I never knew my real daughter. It's a long story, don't ask. Now, I know you and you wanna be a daughter to me. How could I say no?” He assures her in a loud voice and smiling. “Actually, it's a hidden desire I've had for a long time, and; ” his voice trails off. “You are making it a reality!” Scrambling over the seat toward Ken, Angela plants a kiss on Ken's mouth as they fall back against his door from the force of her movement. This time Ken doesn't resist her kiss or her advances; sliding his arms around her midriff, his hand resting over her butt cheeks, feeling her rounded globes. Instantly an erection rises in his jeans. Angela's kiss lingers, her body on top of Ken's, her arm pressing across his hips and his erection. Ken's hands caress Angela's rounded butt. Finally, Angela pulls back, “Oh Gawd, what just happened? I'm. ” “Don't you dare apologize. It was, it was wonderful. My goodness you sure do know how to excite a guy. An old guy.” He says, laughing. “Whew. And I love it.” Neither of them moves, remaining in their awkward front seat embrace. “I gotta tell you Angela, you sure do know how to turn a guy on, this guy for sure.” "That's kinda neat isn't it Ken. I can sure tell you were, you are, turned on. I felt it.” She giggles, “And, um, it felt real good.” She's smiling as she disentangles and sits back up on her side of the truck. “Daddy and daughter, so kinky and naughty and” she looks over at Ken, “And delightful. I love it!” Ken sits up, “Me too, daughter,” he adds, laughing. “Ready to continue our tour?” Engaging the transmission the truck bumps ahead, “Just another couple miles now.” Ten minutes later they arrive at the top of a ridge and Ken stops the truck. “Okay babe, grab your camera and set up over there,” he says, pointing, “I'll get the lawn chairs and a blanket outta the back.” Angela pops her door open, “Okay, daddy,” and jumps down as Ken does the same. The sky has lightened substantially now, the sun about ten minutes from rising over the horizon. Suddenly Ken hears a shout, “Oh my Goodness,” followed with a tittering laugh. “Oh wow,” Angela yells. As Ken approaches her with the folded chairs and blanket, she says in an ecstatic voice, “This is gorgeous.” Angela and Ken are on a ridge looking east over a valley slope, with hoodoo's along the edges, as the rock formations are referred too. They are distinct and known only in this area of the local country. “Wait until the sun rises on them,” he says, Standing behind Angela and watching her as she looks over the coulee, Ken can't take his eyes off her ass, the tight stretch blue jeans molded to her every luscious curve. His already erect cock growing stiffer in his own jeans. Not able to hold back in longer, Ken says “You add to the gorgeousness Angela. I don't mind saying you are absolutely stunning, a vision,” he says, Walking up behind her, “As much as I may excite you, you excite me more,” wrapping arms around her and pressing into her, all inhibitions lost, he plants his lips on her neck and ear lobe, a wet juicy kiss following. Angela moans, feeling Kens cock pressed into her ass, she leans back. Their breathing increases. “I love you, Angela. You've changed my life. You are the perfect daughter.” Spinning her around, leaning forward, Ken now takes the initiative and kisses her. A long, lipsucking kiss. Angela reaches up wrapping her arms around Kens neck, fingers clasped, her camera dangling by her side. A long passionate kiss. Tongues exploring, flirting. “Oh daddy. Daddy, daddy, daddy. I love you so much.” Ken pulls his lips away, looks over her shoulder, “You don't want to miss the sunrise babe. We'll continue later.” Opening the lawn chairs and slapping them down, they both take a seat under the large blanket and watch the Sunrise. Ken reaches for his thermos and pours a cup of coffee, handing it to Angela. She inhales the aroma, sips and hands it back. Then begins clicking away, photographing the splendour before them. As the sun rise higher the rays fall lower into the coulee. Ken points out different areas for Angela to focus her attention. She is definitely impressed, her “ooh's and ahh's” filling the air. “Now babe, I don't want you to miss this. Look down there,” he says, pointing and waiting for her yelp of exuberance. And he's not disappointed, as Angela sees the old buildings illuminated with the sun, she bounces in her chair. “Click, click, click” the camera continually records the scene. The sun rises higher in the sky, the entire coulee now illuminated, Angela places her camera down on the grass. “That is so awesome. Wow. Thank you, thank you, thank you, daddy.” Ken smiles, “Later we'll hike down there so you can see it up close.” “Daddy, will your chair support us both? I need a love, a daddy hug,” she stands up. “No, but the ground will,” he says, as he flips the blanket over the grass, and stands. Stretching out his arms in a wide arc, Angela steps between them and into Ken's embrace. Ken swings her up into his arms and lowers her onto the blanket. “Shall we now continue Baby?” “Oh yes, please,” she says, baby blue eyes sparkling, looking up into his brown eyes, a huge smile covering her face, her arms now stretched for Ken to slip between. Ken drops on his bent knees straddling Angela's body, his strong arms supporting the weight of his body over her. Leaning down, he kisses her, both lost in their new world of friendship weirdness. An older 39 year old guy and his much younger 19 year old adopted daughter. Lips brushing, teasing, arousing, their tongues flirting, touching, flicking. Mouths opening, lips parting, tongues exploring. Bolts of electricity shooting thru their bodies. A moan in the stillness. Ken pulls up and sits back on his haunches. “I can't Angela. I'm too old fashion. I need to romance you more, gain your trust and build a relationship with you. I'm sorry.” “Don't you love me? Am I too aggressive.? Please, tell me. You are the most intriguing guy I've ever met. Please, please, don't reject me Ken,” she says, Crying where she lays, on her back, on the blanket, on a ridge overlooking the grandeur of the badlands coulee. “Oh baby, its nothing to do with what you have or haven't done. I'm so sorry,” and Ken begins crying. I'm just so mixed up. Maybe its that I'm still grieving my wife. Maybe its that I've been so alone and lonely for so long, I don't know how to act around a woman. Maybe it's just that I'm all fucked up, damaged goods.“ Suddenly Angela sits up, yelling "Don't you dare talk that way about yourself. Stop now with the pity party. Just grow up and ‘grow a pair,” she says, Lowering her voice, “I fuckin love you Ken. End of story.” Pushing Ken back on his back, she straddles his body and leans her head down, planting a kiss on his lips. Pulling back, she begins talking, “We are in this beautiful country on an adventure, exploring and having a good time. We like, no; love one another, so enough with the excuses and pity party. You've shown me more love in 24 hours than I've had in 19 years. You're funny, caring, so very considerate and, a bunch of other neat things. "So, give your head a shake and enjoy me, enjoy our time together. Let's enjoy the summer and make it the best summer ever. You on board?” Ken, in fact, gives his head a shake as suggested. “ Yep, I'm on board. Thank you for that Babe, I needed it.” he says. Jumping to his feet, “Grab your camera's. I'll carry the backpack. You lead the way. We're headed down and toward the right to the old, abandoned buildings.” Angela adjusts her jeans, throwing the camera bag over her shoulder and begins the descent. Ken follows. Thinking to himself, 'I needed that. Thank you, babe. We're both on the same page now, no doubt about that.' Smiling now, observing Angela from a few feet behind. 'I'll never get tired of that ass. She has the most beautiful and luscious bum. My goodness. Call me perverted or whatever but she arouses me like I've never been aroused.' Looking down at the bulging lump in his jeans, 'Right buddy,' talking to his cock. And laughing. “Did you say something Ken?” Angela looks back. “Nah, just talking to myself.” “Do you answer yourself too,” she says, giggling. “Have you been staring at my ass again?” “Judging by the bulge in your jeans, I'd say yep, you have,” more laughter. “Boy, a guy can't get away with anything around here,”  he says. Arriving at the old, abandoned homestead, the air is filled with 'ooh's' and 'ahhs'. Angela is beside herself. The camera clicking away, the memory card filling with new pixels of images. After awhile they both find rocks to sit on. “It's getting hot now and I'm hungry,” Angela announces, reaching for the backpack. “You grab the sandwiches daddy. I'm gonna change into something cooler. I even threw in a pair of my dads, my other dad, shorts if you wanna try them on.” Ken reaches in and tosses Angela a bundle of clothes and she moves behind him to change. Ken finds the wrapped sandwiches, pulls them out along with a pair of shorts. Munching on a carrot, Ken looks up as Angela moves back into view. Ken's jaw drops, again, as does the carrot, to the ground. Now wearing a tight body hugging spaghetti strap T shirt and a pair of skimpy 'Daisy Mae' shorts, and an angelic smile, “I think I'll be comfortable now. Wouldn't you say Ken?” “Now its your turn. Try on the shorts,” she commands. “We gotta match. It's not like anyone else will see us. Right?” Ken does as he is ordered, pulling off his jean jacket revealing a muscle shirt. He quickly slips his jeans off and pulls the other shorts on. Turns out they are spandex shorts for jogging or cycling. Angela whistles, “Woo Hoo. Now we both can enjoy the eye candy. Stud daddy,” she says, Laughing. As gorgeous as Ken thinks Angela is. She, likewise, thinks the same of him. So much so she is already damp in her pussy, her heart beating rapidly. She waits. Ken too, is again beyond aroused. Cock throbbing in his tight shorts, distinctly outlined thru the stretched spandex, his mind operating in sexual overdrive he gives into an overwhelming desire to seduce his weird friend. Walking over to an anticipating Angela, her arms thrown open, they embrace. No stopping this time. A long passionate kiss followed by exploring hands, clothing flung to the side, Ken lays Angela down in the grass. Sucking her breasts into his mouth. Fingers stroking her bald pussy lips. A low growl. Angela works his shorts down over his rump liberating his cock, it jumps free and stands at attention. She gasps. “Daddy going to eat his babykins.,” Ken announces, moving his face down. A low growl. His tongue flicks outward, a brief taste, he inhales her aroma. Lips grazing her pussy lips, she squirms. His tongue tasting her, going deeper inside her hole, mouth sucking her sex secretions, lips stretched open, swallowing her tasty fragrance. Another low growl, “Yummy,” he says, before diving back in for more. In a heightened arousal of sexual ecstasy and fulfilled fantasy, Ken continues lapping and tasting and eating his lover's womanhood. Angela writhes and squirms with the assault on her. Ken grabs her legs, holding the thighs tightly in his grasp preventing movement. A low voice, “My turn big boy. Lay on your back.” Ken obeys. With a little juggling Ken is on his back in the grass with Angela kneeling between his legs arms stretched hands cupping his girth. A sparkle in her eyes, a face covering smile, she whispers “I love you,' stroking the thick shaft. Leaning closer, bringing her face down, her tongue flicks the bulbous cockhead. The first taste of Kens manhood, she licks her lips. With her mouth open her parted lips brush over the cockhead, the cupped fingers massaging the thick shaft. Bringing her face ever so close. looking up into Kens wide open eyes, Angela guides his cock toward her mouth. "I've often wondered what this would be like and have this fantasy. Would I enjoy it?” And just like that she fulfills her fantasy and ends the wondering, taking Kens cock into her mouth. Wrapping her mouth over his thick shaft and swallowing, bobby her head and taking him deeper. Kens head is thrown back and rolling from side to side, the stimulation of Angela's actions bringing him a euphoria he's not known before. Arching his back and meeting her bobbing thrusts, the aroused cock pulses and throbs with the rhythm of her sucking. Angela's head bobbing faster, her aggressive sucking intensifying the anticipation of his ejaculation. “Oh baby” he says, panting, “Careful now baby, I'm going to Cum.” His warning ignored. Kens cock erupts. Cum exploding, filling her mouth, A Gag. Her cheeks painted with Cum, dripping down over her chest. Angela maneuvers into Kens arms. They cuddle in the afterglow of making love. The silence is broken, “My goodness, I'm speechless.” “Me too daddy. For my first time cumming; its so special. Thank you, daddy,” Leaning over and planting a big sloppy kiss on Kens cheek. “I like being eaten,” she says, giggling. Slipping his arm around Angela, “All the years being married I've never had a blow… oral sex before. Wow. Just a big wow.” “I wondered if I'd like it. The girls at college would sometimes talk about it, in a negative way though. But, guess what, I like it,” she says, smiling. “The look on your face, your expressions, were priceless.” “And to think, we have all summer to enjoy each other, our weirdness. Wanna do some more exploring for old buildings?” Ken says as he looks up at Angela. “How bout you lick my face and boobs clean. I like your tongue on me,” she says, laughing. “Lick me daddy. Taste your yummy cum.” She giggles. An hour later Ken climbs to his feet. “So you were right. That was definitely yummy. Finger licking good,” he says, Their laughter fills the area. Dressing now, Angela in her 'Daisy Mae's' and muscle shirt. Ken hesitantly sliding the spandex shorts back on, and his muscle shirt. Climbing back up the hill toward the ridge where the pickup is parked. Holding hands, giggling like two young lovers. Stopping here and there for a kiss, hand caressing, a hug and a snuggle. A daddy and his daughter. Their lives forever changed. “Daddy, I have a secret. Wanna hear it?” “Of course, baby,” he says. “I'm a virgin, daddy.” Ken lets her statement sink in, a surprised look on his face. “Wow. You wouldn't be teasing your daddy, would you,” he says. “No daddy, never. I've just, um, never met a boy I like. Until now,” she says, smiling. “A man actually!” To be continued. by  PrairieDad1 for Literotica.

Steamy Stories Podcast
Howdy Neighbour: Angela

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 10, 2024


The neighbours meet. Ken meets Angela. (erotic coupling) By PrairieDad1. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. A Friendly Encounter “Howdy neighbour. How ya doin?” Ken jumps and turns around to face the voice behind him, “Drinking my coffee and enjoying the early morning quiet. At least, it was quiet. You startled me,” he says in a loud voice his eyes roaming over a tall, slender young woman. The young woman laughs and stretches out her arm toward Ken hoping for a handshake. “Ah, quit your bitchin. Its not that quiet. Can't you hear the birds chirping? Don't be such a grumpy old man,” she says laughing again. “I'm Angela. My parents moved in next door while I was away at Uni. Nice to meet you, I think, Mr. Grump.” Disarmed by her pleasant personality, Ken says, “Okay, enough already. I get the message. Sorry for barking at you. I'm Ken and I'm not a grumpy old man. Its just that you surprised me. Would you like a coffee?” “Well, actually I'm just heading out for a morning run. But, I'd love a coffee in 45 minutes. Would that be okay Ken?”“You bet. I'll have it ready for ya in 45 minutes.” And just like that Angela turns and disappears around the house corner leaving Ken to stare at nothing. During their short exchange Ken managed to get quite an eyeful of Angela. So much so he grabs an outdoor chair and sits down. Muttering to himself, ‘Wow! What a beauty'. Tall, slender, her dark brunette hair pulled back in a ponytail. An angelic face with luscious, shapely lips and blue eyes. Dressed in a tight T shirt pulled over what appeared to be smaller perky breasts with long athletic legs, muscular even, in a pair of bum hugging shorts. And what a bum. The kind Ken loves. A bubble butt. Yep, quite the eyeful, he smiles; his hand dropping down carressing his cock thru his jeans; reflecting on their encounter and feeling bad for being kinda gruff with her. As Angela runs, she too is thinking of their short conversation. ‘Wow, he is quite a ruggedly handsome guy'. Maybe late forties and in really good shape. Not fat but tall and slender with big muscular arms. ‘Little rough around the edges'. Angela smiles to herself as her feet pound the pavement. Three quarters of an hour later Ken hears a knock on his door. “Come on in Angela,” He yells out in a loud, enthusiastic voice so she hears him. Walking into the kitchen, her forehead perspiring, Ken approaches, tossing her a fresh towel to dry off with. “Let's try our introduction again” he says, “I'll try to be more civil. Good Morning! I'm Ken, your neighbour. Pleased to meet you,” he says extending his arm. “Hey there neighbour, I'm Angela, John and Melanie's daughter. Nice to meet you also.” she says Shaking his hand. “Who's John and Melanie?” Ken asks, a slight grin creeping over his face. “Really? You don't know my parents?” she says,  a shock on Angela's face. Ken laughs, “Ah, Gotcha. Your mom seems a pleasant lady. Haven't met your dad yet.” “Here, sit down and relax,” he pulls out a chair, “I'll grab you a coffee. What do you take in it?” “A shot of whiskey,” she says, Ken's mouth drops open. Angela giggles. “My turn. Gotcha.” They both laugh. Ken brings their coffee over and sits himself down. “What brought your family to a small town like this? They look like a couple of professionals. Management types? No businesses like that around here.” “Dad wanted a small town atmosphere to live in. He got tired of the busy city life. Besides, living here he's close enough to the city and the airport. Mom, on the other hand, hates it here. She has no friends. Feels like dad just dumped her here. Dad's always travelling, always has since I was little. Mom works from home in her spare time. And me, I actually enjoy the quiet life. Its busy and tiring enough at the university. Funny hearing that from a 19 year old, eh? It's nice coming home for the summer and relaxing. I read a lot and my hobby is photography. I love exploring the country for old abandoned buildings. But it's not exactly popular for making friends.” Ken's face lights up. “I'll be your friend. So, no boyfriend? I figured a beauty like you would be hitched; or kinda hitched” “No sir. Not me. How bout you, Ken?” “I live alone, wife died last year. Thought about moving but never did. Figured the memories would haunt me here but so far I've managed to live with them okay. Keep busy in my garden.” “Oh Ken, I'm so sorry to hear that about your wife.” “Yeah it's tough being a widower at 39. You mentioned photography, exploring the country and old abandoned buildings. Three of my favourite pastimes. How about we take a day and I show you around the countryside.” “Really? I'd love that. I've never met anyone who gives a crap about any of those things, especially old buildings. Always figured I was kinda weird.” Laughing “Well we can be weird together” Ken smiles. “Weird friends.” “This is so cool” Angela, in her excitement, stands, “Give me a hug,” she says, making an arc with her arms. Ken jumps up and steps into her embrace, the damp T shirt pressed against his shirt. “Darn, you must be cold in those damp clothes.” “Yeah, I am. Best I go home and shower,” she says, pulling away. “Thanks for the coffee and conversation. I enjoyed it. And, you're not grumpy,” she chuckles. “I'll go and shower, & freshen up. Can I come back later?” “You are most definitely welcome here anytime. You don't even have to knock. Just poke your head in & shout out. I may be out back tending to my yard.” Angela skips out the door and, once again, Ken sits down, the vision of Angela dominating his mind; his hand again slipping down to stroke his hard cock. An image of her skin tight spandex running shorts hugging her labia, her pussy clearly outlined. 'And, she's a photographer and likes exploring the countryside' Ken mutters, his fingers stroking his cock to erection; smiling to himself. A while later Ken is out in the back yard, up a ladder, trimming a tree when Angela pokes her face around the back of his house. Seeing him, she's about to shout out but decides to remain quiet and just watch Ken at work. Dressed in a pair of old cut offs and a muscle shirt, his muscular body on display; Angela licks her lips, muttering 'you are quite a nice eyeful Mr. Ken.' His arm muscles rippling as he works the shears on a tree branch, stretching his long athletic legs on the ladder, thick thigh muscles pushing against the denim fabric. Angela smiles to herself, 'I like' she mutters. ‘And he's cute, too. An older guy with rough features and pronounced cheek bones and cute dimples. I guess “cute” is the operative word here' she laughs. Walking quietly across the yard, not to disrupt him like earlier this morning, she walks up behind him and quietly says, “Hi again,” smiling. Ken carefully climbs down the ladder and twists around. “Hey Angela. Nice to see you;” his eyes lighting up as he sizes her up, “Oh my goodness” smiling, “I thought you were beautiful this morning. Now, you are ravishingly beautiful.” Angela blushes and smiles, “You like?” she says, as she twirls in a circle. “I wanted to freshen up after my run before you saw me again.” Shaking her head and waving her shoulder length brunette hair, no longer tied in this morning's ponytail. “I didn't disturb your quiet this time did I?” smiling. “No, no. You did just fine. I can't believe the transformation you've accomplished. Are you the same girl? Angela?” Angela laughs, “I just let my hair out, put on a proper blouse and skirt. All dressed up and nowhere to go,” she says, laughing. “No big deal.” “I sure don't want to embarrass you, but you are incredibly gorgeous.” Angela blushes and smiles, again, “I'm not the least bit embarrassed. Actually it's nice to hear your compliments. I'm not used to hearing men talk that way about me.” “Well, that is not a good thing; downright rude if you ask me. A man should always be complimenting the woman he's with; but respectfully. Guess I'm old fashioned. Come on in. I'll make us some coffee,” he says, taking Angela's hand in his. “Ken, you can be as old fashioned as you like. I love it,” she giggles. Leading Angela into the house and kitchen area, Ken pulls out a chair from the kitchen table. “Sit there young lady and relax, while I prepare the coffee.” With his back turned he makes the coffee. Angela again has a bird's eye view of Ken as he moves about. “You have a lovely yard. The flowers are so pretty. And everything is so neat and tidy.” Watching him as he bends over to retrieve a pot from a lower cupboard, his thick thigh muscles stretching, Angel again licks her lips. “Do you work out Ken? You sure have strong looking legs.” “Matter of fact, I do. Legs and arms mostly. Comes in handy for my outdoor gardening work.” “You certainly are in great shape.” she says, Crossing her legs, her mini skirt riding up her thighs, as Ken turns and faces her. “Have you looked at yourself lately, Angela. Like I said earlier, gorgeous,” Looking at her seated in the chair and observing her long athletic legs. “Runner's legs,”  he observes out loud; a bulge developing in his shorts. “Why don't we go sit in the living room,” conscious of his erection. “I'll bring the coffee out there, where the seating is more comfortable.” Angela jumps up, “Sure,” turning around and smiling to herself, having noticed Ken's bulge and the affect she is having on him. Unintentional as it may be, but kinda cool nevertheless. She finds the comfy sofa and settles into it, crossing her legs and leaning back into the soft back. A few minutes later Ken enters the room carrying two cups, whistles and smiles. “You look comfy. That chair's made for you Angie; my Angel,”  Ken declares, laughing. “Keep talking, big boy. I love it,” she says, giggling. Ken leans over and hands Angela her mug, catching the scent of her perfume. The scent of strong coffee greets Angela. “I love the smell of freshly brewed coffee,” she says, inhaling the aroma into her nostrils. Ken sits back in the sofa, next to her, “How about we go exploring the countryside, tomorrow? Pack your camera and a snack or lunch and make a day of it.” “Really,” Angela shouts, “I'd love it,” sitting up straight and placing her coffee on the small coffee table, she jumps up and steps closer to where Ken is sitting back. She's standing between his legs now. Ken almost spills his coffee moving the mug out of the way. “You're the greatest” Angela says in her excitement and leans in to kiss him. Ken places his coffee on the table, then slides his arms around Angela as she pecks his cheek with a kiss. Feeling her bum in his hands his groin reacts. Angela now kisses his lips before Ken eases her back. “Slow down girl. Wow, wasn't expecting that response. But not complaining either.” Ken smiles. “You sure know how to get a guy excited.” “Don't you want some excitement in your life Ken,” she asks; giggling while she looks down toward his crotch. “I think we could be real good friends and really enjoy ourselves. Being weird, I might add,” as she laughs. “Wouldn't you agree, Ken? Two weirdo's with cameras.” “Most definitely,” Ken responds as he sips his coffee, and changing the subject. “So Angela, what are you studying for at school?” “Teaching, with an emphasis on physical education.” “Oh,” Ken adds; “before I forget, wear your hiking boots tomorrow and I'll show you some back country Phys ed.” “Okay, I will. Now it's my turn to get excited.” “Not yet. Wait until you see the country I'm taking you into, and all the old barns and homesteads. It'll blow your mind.” “Oh Ken, please stop it. You're making me wet; um, I mean; too excited.” Angela's face turning red with embarrassment. Ken laughs. “Either way, we'll call it a Freudian slip.” “We'll leave at 5am, an hour before sunrise. You've got to see this country I'm taking you to, as the sun rises over it.” “Okay, and I'll pack some snacks and lunch for us. I can hardly wait. Hope I can sleep tonight. I'm so darn excited.” Ken smiles, not believing his good fortune and how lucky he is in having met Angela. It's a dream come true. Maybe there is some life left in him after all. Angela heads to her home, all the while reveling, her mind in overdrive. ‘Oh my Gawd' Angela says to herself. ‘Can you believe it? That my dreams would be fulfilled in this small pissy ass town with a man more than twice my age. A handsome man at that?' ‘Whew, cool off girl. Let's not ruin it by being too aggressive. After all, he is old fashion by his own admission.' Laughing to herself now, “And I almost blew it when I said I was wet;' fingers feeling the moisture between her legs. ‘Fuck, he made me so horny. Why did the thought of old buildings make me horny?' Hmmm, ‘Or, is something else going on here? Was I subconsciously focusing on the hard on in his shorts?' Giggling. Which brought up another question, best left unanswerable for now. Arriving home and flopping into the sofa, Angela reflects on her life. Growing up an adopted lonely child, her parents both professional management types, she was left in the care of nanny's. As she became older she desperately craved the love and attention of her daddy. But daddy was off travelling, as usual, being the successful business man he is. Her mom, similarly, was always too busy or preoccupied to bother with little Angie and, later; bigger teenage Angela. Busy with her work and preoccupied with whatever a young and middle age lonely wife preoccupies herself with when hubby is off travelling. Angela's immediate suspicion is, 'mommy slut'. Not a pleasant thought. But it is the young woman's impression of her mom. With all these thoughts bombarding her mind, Angela now looks at her own life. When college beckoned, Angela set her sights on a course. She excelled in her studies and attracted the attention of the boys. Excelling in her studies impressed her; but boys, not so much. She quickly discovered what their real intentions were, and she was damned if she was going to be a pin cushion for their cocks. A cynical attitude to be sure but she had healthy boundaries, so just wasn't interested in the noncommittal sex; which explains her virginity. She wanted a degree in teaching. End of story. One of the boys having an interest in boning her, had even accused her of having 'daddy issues.' What a loser he was. The only 'daddy issue' Angela had was she wanted a daddy, a loving and caring dad, who she could look up to, as a role model. And lo and behold she meets Ken, the next door neighbour, an older & soft spoken man who seems genuinely loving and caring, and shares her interest in photography and the outdoors. ‘Who'd ever thought I'd meet a man the age of daddy to step in and be my daddy? Is Ken the answer to my dream?' The only question remaining for Angela, 'Do I trust him enough to become his friend and he my friend?' She answers her own question, 'A few minutes ago when we kissed, he could have taken advantage of me in my enthusiasm, but he didn't. He backed me off.' ‘Just how far am I willing for Ken and I to go in our relationship? And how far will he come, if at all?' The unanswerable question, for now. Across the driveways, back in Ken's house, he too, is thinking about Angela and how his life is changing in just this day. From the early morning greeting and his gruff response, to the two of them sharing their common interests with Angela exploding in youthful excitement and becoming so very affectionate; catching Ken by surprise with her reaction and subsequent spurt of intimacy. The lonely widower now suddenly realizing he has a friend; full of vigor, very excitable and apparently very comfortable around older men, brings a smile to Ken's face. Not wanting to jeopardize their friendship, Ken needs some wisdom on how to proceed. Hoodoo land Early the next morning, at precisely 5am, the tint of dawn lightening the chilly eastern sky, Ken places his camera gear in the back seat of his 4 by 4 crew cab pickup truck. The sedan stays in the garage, today. Where they are going, only an offroad vehicle will survive. He's dressed in a jean jacket over his tanktop, wearing the usual blue jeans and a pair of broken-in hiking boots on his feet. Moments later, Angela approaches the truck, a backpack over one shoulder and a camera bag over the other; dressed in a light tight sweater with form fitting blue jeans and hiking boots. Both have their heads covered with baseball caps. Angela opens the rear door and tosses in her backpack and camera bag; then climbing into the ‘shotgun' seat as Ken sits behind the steering wheel. The front seat in this older rugged pickup has bench seating, one long seat from side to side. It was built before the time of standard bucket seats. "We're off”, Angela bubbles with joy. “Yep, here we go. Our first date,” Ken laughs. “The first of many, I hope. We hope,” she giggles. “You got that right.” Ken says in his excitement. Within 5 minutes they have left the town behind, headed south on the highway, toward a ridge of foothills. Some minutes later, Ken explains; “We'll turn onto a grid road in about ½ mile, then follow that for a mile before heading up a trail toward our destination.” As the sky slowly lightens, Angela slides forward in her seat, peering out the front window. “I don't want to miss anything.” A few minutes later they make the turn onto the gravel road and, a few minutes after that, the trail. “Hang on babe,” Ken advises. “It gets rougher and rougher the farther we go.” Just then the pickup lurches through a deep rut. “Um, Ken if you wanna call me 'babe', no one's ever called me that before. Sounds cool though.” She says, giggling. “Can I call you 'daddy?” “Sure you can. Call me anything you're little heart desires. No bad names though.” He laughs. “Oh, silly boy,” Angela giggles. “Seriously though, I've never really known my real daddy and I, um, you're a little older, his age approximately, and you're so kind and caring. Um, I kinda like you lots,” she says, smiling over at Ken. “And, I desperately long for a real daddy figure in my life.” Ken flashes her a glance, sees her staring at him and stops the truck, shifting it into Park. Turning in his seat toward her now, bringing a bent leg up onto the seat. “Lets see, you wanna be my friend, my weird friend; and, now, you wanna be my daughter too. Humm, that is more than weird; that's downright super weird!” His voice raising slightly. Angela holds a hand over her mouth, “Are you mad at me?” A tear drop runs down over her cheek. “NO, no, on the contrary, I find it downright kinky, I love it. I never knew my real daughter. It's a long story, don't ask. Now, I know you and you wanna be a daughter to me. How could I say no?” He assures her in a loud voice and smiling. “Actually, it's a hidden desire I've had for a long time, and; ” his voice trails off. “You are making it a reality!” Scrambling over the seat toward Ken, Angela plants a kiss on Ken's mouth as they fall back against his door from the force of her movement. This time Ken doesn't resist her kiss or her advances; sliding his arms around her midriff, his hand resting over her butt cheeks, feeling her rounded globes. Instantly an erection rises in his jeans. Angela's kiss lingers, her body on top of Ken's, her arm pressing across his hips and his erection. Ken's hands caress Angela's rounded butt. Finally, Angela pulls back, “Oh Gawd, what just happened? I'm. ” “Don't you dare apologize. It was, it was wonderful. My goodness you sure do know how to excite a guy. An old guy.” He says, laughing. “Whew. And I love it.” Neither of them moves, remaining in their awkward front seat embrace. “I gotta tell you Angela, you sure do know how to turn a guy on, this guy for sure.” "That's kinda neat isn't it Ken. I can sure tell you were, you are, turned on. I felt it.” She giggles, “And, um, it felt real good.” She's smiling as she disentangles and sits back up on her side of the truck. “Daddy and daughter, so kinky and naughty and” she looks over at Ken, “And delightful. I love it!” Ken sits up, “Me too, daughter,” he adds, laughing. “Ready to continue our tour?” Engaging the transmission the truck bumps ahead, “Just another couple miles now.” Ten minutes later they arrive at the top of a ridge and Ken stops the truck. “Okay babe, grab your camera and set up over there,” he says, pointing, “I'll get the lawn chairs and a blanket outta the back.” Angela pops her door open, “Okay, daddy,” and jumps down as Ken does the same. The sky has lightened substantially now, the sun about ten minutes from rising over the horizon. Suddenly Ken hears a shout, “Oh my Goodness,” followed with a tittering laugh. “Oh wow,” Angela yells. As Ken approaches her with the folded chairs and blanket, she says in an ecstatic voice, “This is gorgeous.” Angela and Ken are on a ridge looking east over a valley slope, with hoodoo's along the edges, as the rock formations are referred too. They are distinct and known only in this area of the local country. “Wait until the sun rises on them,” he says, Standing behind Angela and watching her as she looks over the coulee, Ken can't take his eyes off her ass, the tight stretch blue jeans molded to her every luscious curve. His already erect cock growing stiffer in his own jeans. Not able to hold back in longer, Ken says “You add to the gorgeousness Angela. I don't mind saying you are absolutely stunning, a vision,” he says, Walking up behind her, “As much as I may excite you, you excite me more,” wrapping arms around her and pressing into her, all inhibitions lost, he plants his lips on her neck and ear lobe, a wet juicy kiss following. Angela moans, feeling Kens cock pressed into her ass, she leans back. Their breathing increases. “I love you, Angela. You've changed my life. You are the perfect daughter.” Spinning her around, leaning forward, Ken now takes the initiative and kisses her. A long, lipsucking kiss. Angela reaches up wrapping her arms around Kens neck, fingers clasped, her camera dangling by her side. A long passionate kiss. Tongues exploring, flirting. “Oh daddy. Daddy, daddy, daddy. I love you so much.” Ken pulls his lips away, looks over her shoulder, “You don't want to miss the sunrise babe. We'll continue later.” Opening the lawn chairs and slapping them down, they both take a seat under the large blanket and watch the Sunrise. Ken reaches for his thermos and pours a cup of coffee, handing it to Angela. She inhales the aroma, sips and hands it back. Then begins clicking away, photographing the splendour before them. As the sun rise higher the rays fall lower into the coulee. Ken points out different areas for Angela to focus her attention. She is definitely impressed, her “ooh's and ahh's” filling the air. “Now babe, I don't want you to miss this. Look down there,” he says, pointing and waiting for her yelp of exuberance. And he's not disappointed, as Angela sees the old buildings illuminated with the sun, she bounces in her chair. “Click, click, click” the camera continually records the scene. The sun rises higher in the sky, the entire coulee now illuminated, Angela places her camera down on the grass. “That is so awesome. Wow. Thank you, thank you, thank you, daddy.” Ken smiles, “Later we'll hike down there so you can see it up close.” “Daddy, will your chair support us both? I need a love, a daddy hug,” she stands up. “No, but the ground will,” he says, as he flips the blanket over the grass, and stands. Stretching out his arms in a wide arc, Angela steps between them and into Ken's embrace. Ken swings her up into his arms and lowers her onto the blanket. “Shall we now continue Baby?” “Oh yes, please,” she says, baby blue eyes sparkling, looking up into his brown eyes, a huge smile covering her face, her arms now stretched for Ken to slip between. Ken drops on his bent knees straddling Angela's body, his strong arms supporting the weight of his body over her. Leaning down, he kisses her, both lost in their new world of friendship weirdness. An older 39 year old guy and his much younger 19 year old adopted daughter. Lips brushing, teasing, arousing, their tongues flirting, touching, flicking. Mouths opening, lips parting, tongues exploring. Bolts of electricity shooting thru their bodies. A moan in the stillness. Ken pulls up and sits back on his haunches. “I can't Angela. I'm too old fashion. I need to romance you more, gain your trust and build a relationship with you. I'm sorry.” “Don't you love me? Am I too aggressive.? Please, tell me. You are the most intriguing guy I've ever met. Please, please, don't reject me Ken,” she says, Crying where she lays, on her back, on the blanket, on a ridge overlooking the grandeur of the badlands coulee. “Oh baby, its nothing to do with what you have or haven't done. I'm so sorry,” and Ken begins crying. I'm just so mixed up. Maybe its that I'm still grieving my wife. Maybe its that I've been so alone and lonely for so long, I don't know how to act around a woman. Maybe it's just that I'm all fucked up, damaged goods.“ Suddenly Angela sits up, yelling "Don't you dare talk that way about yourself. Stop now with the pity party. Just grow up and ‘grow a pair,” she says, Lowering her voice, “I fuckin love you Ken. End of story.” Pushing Ken back on his back, she straddles his body and leans her head down, planting a kiss on his lips. Pulling back, she begins talking, “We are in this beautiful country on an adventure, exploring and having a good time. We like, no; love one another, so enough with the excuses and pity party. You've shown me more love in 24 hours than I've had in 19 years. You're funny, caring, so very considerate and, a bunch of other neat things. "So, give your head a shake and enjoy me, enjoy our time together. Let's enjoy the summer and make it the best summer ever. You on board?” Ken, in fact, gives his head a shake as suggested. “ Yep, I'm on board. Thank you for that Babe, I needed it.” he says. Jumping to his feet, “Grab your camera's. I'll carry the backpack. You lead the way. We're headed down and toward the right to the old, abandoned buildings.” Angela adjusts her jeans, throwing the camera bag over her shoulder and begins the descent. Ken follows. Thinking to himself, 'I needed that. Thank you, babe. We're both on the same page now, no doubt about that.' Smiling now, observing Angela from a few feet behind. 'I'll never get tired of that ass. She has the most beautiful and luscious bum. My goodness. Call me perverted or whatever but she arouses me like I've never been aroused.' Looking down at the bulging lump in his jeans, 'Right buddy,' talking to his cock. And laughing. “Did you say something Ken?” Angela looks back. “Nah, just talking to myself.” “Do you answer yourself too,” she says, giggling. “Have you been staring at my ass again?” “Judging by the bulge in your jeans, I'd say yep, you have,” more laughter. “Boy, a guy can't get away with anything around here,”  he says. Arriving at the old, abandoned homestead, the air is filled with 'ooh's' and 'ahhs'. Angela is beside herself. The camera clicking away, the memory card filling with new pixels of images. After awhile they both find rocks to sit on. “It's getting hot now and I'm hungry,” Angela announces, reaching for the backpack. “You grab the sandwiches daddy. I'm gonna change into something cooler. I even threw in a pair of my dads, my other dad, shorts if you wanna try them on.” Ken reaches in and tosses Angela a bundle of clothes and she moves behind him to change. Ken finds the wrapped sandwiches, pulls them out along with a pair of shorts. Munching on a carrot, Ken looks up as Angela moves back into view. Ken's jaw drops, again, as does the carrot, to the ground. Now wearing a tight body hugging spaghetti strap T shirt and a pair of skimpy 'Daisy Mae' shorts, and an angelic smile, “I think I'll be comfortable now. Wouldn't you say Ken?” “Now its your turn. Try on the shorts,” she commands. “We gotta match. It's not like anyone else will see us. Right?” Ken does as he is ordered, pulling off his jean jacket revealing a muscle shirt. He quickly slips his jeans off and pulls the other shorts on. Turns out they are spandex shorts for jogging or cycling. Angela whistles, “Woo Hoo. Now we both can enjoy the eye candy. Stud daddy,” she says, Laughing. As gorgeous as Ken thinks Angela is. She, likewise, thinks the same of him. So much so she is already damp in her pussy, her heart beating rapidly. She waits. Ken too, is again beyond aroused. Cock throbbing in his tight shorts, distinctly outlined thru the stretched spandex, his mind operating in sexual overdrive he gives into an overwhelming desire to seduce his weird friend. Walking over to an anticipating Angela, her arms thrown open, they embrace. No stopping this time. A long passionate kiss followed by exploring hands, clothing flung to the side, Ken lays Angela down in the grass. Sucking her breasts into his mouth. Fingers stroking her bald pussy lips. A low growl. Angela works his shorts down over his rump liberating his cock, it jumps free and stands at attention. She gasps. “Daddy going to eat his babykins.,” Ken announces, moving his face down. A low growl. His tongue flicks outward, a brief taste, he inhales her aroma. Lips grazing her pussy lips, she squirms. His tongue tasting her, going deeper inside her hole, mouth sucking her sex secretions, lips stretched open, swallowing her tasty fragrance. Another low growl, “Yummy,” he says, before diving back in for more. In a heightened arousal of sexual ecstasy and fulfilled fantasy, Ken continues lapping and tasting and eating his lover's womanhood. Angela writhes and squirms with the assault on her. Ken grabs her legs, holding the thighs tightly in his grasp preventing movement. A low voice, “My turn big boy. Lay on your back.” Ken obeys. With a little juggling Ken is on his back in the grass with Angela kneeling between his legs arms stretched hands cupping his girth. A sparkle in her eyes, a face covering smile, she whispers “I love you,' stroking the thick shaft. Leaning closer, bringing her face down, her tongue flicks the bulbous cockhead. The first taste of Kens manhood, she licks her lips. With her mouth open her parted lips brush over the cockhead, the cupped fingers massaging the thick shaft. Bringing her face ever so close. looking up into Kens wide open eyes, Angela guides his cock toward her mouth. "I've often wondered what this would be like and have this fantasy. Would I enjoy it?” And just like that she fulfills her fantasy and ends the wondering, taking Kens cock into her mouth. Wrapping her mouth over his thick shaft and swallowing, bobby her head and taking him deeper. Kens head is thrown back and rolling from side to side, the stimulation of Angela's actions bringing him a euphoria he's not known before. Arching his back and meeting her bobbing thrusts, the aroused cock pulses and throbs with the rhythm of her sucking. Angela's head bobbing faster, her aggressive sucking intensifying the anticipation of his ejaculation. “Oh baby” he says, panting, “Careful now baby, I'm going to Cum.” His warning ignored. Kens cock erupts. Cum exploding, filling her mouth, A Gag. Her cheeks painted with Cum, dripping down over her chest. Angela maneuvers into Kens arms. They cuddle in the afterglow of making love. The silence is broken, “My goodness, I'm speechless.” “Me too daddy. For my first time cumming; its so special. Thank you, daddy,” Leaning over and planting a big sloppy kiss on Kens cheek. “I like being eaten,” she says, giggling. Slipping his arm around Angela, “All the years being married I've never had a blow… oral sex before. Wow. Just a big wow.” “I wondered if I'd like it. The girls at college would sometimes talk about it, in a negative way though. But, guess what, I like it,” she says, smiling. “The look on your face, your expressions, were priceless.” “And to think, we have all summer to enjoy each other, our weirdness. Wanna do some more exploring for old buildings?” Ken says as he looks up at Angela. “How bout you lick my face and boobs clean. I like your tongue on me,” she says, laughing. “Lick me daddy. Taste your yummy cum.” She giggles. An hour later Ken climbs to his feet. “So you were right. That was definitely yummy. Finger licking good,” he says, Their laughter fills the area. Dressing now, Angela in her 'Daisy Mae's' and muscle shirt. Ken hesitantly sliding the spandex shorts back on, and his muscle shirt. Climbing back up the hill toward the ridge where the pickup is parked. Holding hands, giggling like two young lovers. Stopping here and there for a kiss, hand caressing, a hug and a snuggle. A daddy and his daughter. Their lives forever changed. “Daddy, I have a secret. Wanna hear it?” “Of course, baby,” he says. “I'm a virgin, daddy.” Ken lets her statement sink in, a surprised look on his face. “Wow. You wouldn't be teasing your daddy, would you,” he says. “No daddy, never. I've just, um, never met a boy I like. Until now,” she says, smiling. “A man actually!” To be continued. by  PrairieDad1 for Literotica.

WSKY The Bob Rose Show
Once disarmed, all opposition to tyranny is futile

WSKY The Bob Rose Show

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 25, 2024 8:40


2nd Amendment is always under attack, on the Bob Rose Show 6-25-24

Harry Potter and the First Time Readers
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Ch 36 & Epilogue

Harry Potter and the First Time Readers

Play Episode Listen Later May 6, 2024 85:48


Chapter 36 - The Flaw in the PlanHands, softer than he had been expecting, touched Harry's face, pulled back an eyelid, crept beneath his shirt, down to his chest, and felt his heart. He could hear the woman's fast breathing, her long hair tickled his face. He knew that she could feel the steady pounding of life against his ribs. “Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?” Q1 - Were you surprised at Narcissa lying?And now a chill settled over them where they stood, and Harry heard the rasping breath of the dementors that patrolled the outer trees. They would not affect him now. The fact of his own survival burned inside him, a talisman against them, as though his father's stag kept guardian in his heart. Q2 - Why is Harry not affected by crucio and the dementors and stuff?“Harry Potter is dead! Do you understand now, deluded ones? He was nothing, ever, but a boy who relied on others to sacrifice themselves for him!” “He beat you!” yelled Ron, and the charm broke, and the defenders of Hogwarts were shouting and screaming again until a second, more powerful bang extinguished their voices once more. Q3 - What do you think of Ron's progression as a character?In one swift, fluid motion, Neville broke free of the Body-Bind Curse upon him; the flaming hat fell off him and he drew from its depths something silver, with a glittering, rubied handle — The slash of the silver blade could not be heard over the roar of the oncoming crowd or the sounds of the clashing giants or of the stampeding centaurs, and yet it seemed to draw every eye. With a single stroke Neville sliced off the great snake's head, which spun high into the air, gleaming in the light flooding from the entrance hall, and Voldemort's mouth was open in a scream of fury that nobody could hear, and the snake's body thudded to the ground at his feet —Q4 - Do you get why we all love Neville so much now?The house-elves of Hogwarts swarmed into the entrance hall, screaming and waving carving knives and cleavers, and at their head, the locket of Regulus Black bouncing on his chest, was Kreacher, his bullfrog's voice audible even above this din: “Fight! Fight! Fight for my Master, defender of house-elves! Fight the Dark Lord, in the name of brave Regulus! Fight!” Hundreds of people now lined the walls, watching the two fights, Voldemort and his three opponents, Bellatrix and Molly, and Harry stood, invisible, torn between both, wanting to attack and yet to protect, unable to be sure that he would not hit the innocent. “What will happen to your children when I've killed you?” taunted Bellatrix, as mad as her master, capering as Molly's curses danced around her. “When Mummy's gone the same way as Freddie?” “You — will — never — touch — our — children — again!” screamed Mrs. Weasley. Bellatrix laughed, the same exhilarated laugh her cousin Sirius had given as he toppled backward through the veil, and suddenly Harry knew what was going to happen before it did. Molly's curse soared beneath Bellatrix's outstretched arm and hit her squarely in the chest, directly over her heart. Bellatrix's gloating smile froze, her eyes seemed to bulge: For the tiniest space of time she knew what had happened, and then she toppled, and the watching crowd roared, and Voldemort screamed.Q5 - What was the most emotional moment in the whole series for you?“You won't be killing anyone else tonight,” said Harry as they circled, and stared into each other's eyes, green into red. “You won't be able to kill any of them ever again. Don't you get it? I was ready to die to stop you from hurting these people —” “But you did not!” “— I meant to, and that's what did it. I've done what my mother did. They're protected from you. Haven't you noticed how none of the spells you put on them are binding? You can't torture them. You can't touch them. You don't learn from your mistakes, Riddle, do you?”Q6 - What do you think of this?“Yeah, it did,” said Harry. “You're right. But before you try to kill me, I'd advise you to think about what you've done. . . . Think, and try for some remorse, Riddle. . . .” “What is this?” Of all the things that Harry had said to him, beyond any revelation or taunt, nothing had shocked Voldemort like this. Harry saw his pupils contract to thin slits, saw the skin around his eyes whiten. “It's your one last chance,” said Harry, “it's all you've got left. . . . I've seen what you'll be otherwise. . . . Be a man . . . try . . . Try for some remorse. . . .” Q7 - Thoughts on Harry telling Tom to try for some remorse?“The true master of the Elder Wand was Draco Malfoy.” Blank shock showed in Voldemort's face for a moment, but then it was gone. “But what does it matter?” he said softly. “Even if you are right, Potter, it makes no difference to you and me. You no longer have the phoenix wand: We duel on skill alone . . . and after I have killed you, I can attend to Draco Malfoy. . . .” “But you're too late,” said Harry. “You've missed your chance. I got there first. I overpowered Draco weeks ago. I took this wand from him.” Harry twitched the hawthorn wand, and he felt the eyes of everyone in the Hall upon it. “So it all comes down to this, doesn't it?” whispered Harry. “Does the wand in your hand know its last master was Disarmed? Because if it does . . . I am the true master of the Elder Wand.” Q8 - What do you think about the Elder Wand issues?Q9 - How did you like the death of Voldemort?After a while, exhausted and drained, Harry found himself sitting on a bench beside Luna. “I'd want some peace and quiet, if it were me,” she said. “I'd love some,” he replied. “I'll distract them all,” she said. “Use your Cloak.” “And then there's this.” Harry held up the Elder Wand, and Ron and Hermione looked at it with a reverence that, even in his befuddled and sleep-deprived state, Harry did not like to see. “I don't want it,” said Harry. “What?” said Ron loudly. “Are you mental?” “I know it's powerful,” said Harry wearily. “But I was happier with mine. So . . .” He rummaged in the pouch hung around his neck, and pulled out the two halves of holly still just connected by the finest thread of phoenix feather. Hermione had said that they could not be repaired, that the damage was too severe. All he knew was that if this did not work, nothing would. He laid the broken wand upon the headmaster's desk, touched it with the very tip of the Elder Wand, and said, “Reparo.” Q10 - What are your thoughts on the Hallows now?EpilogueQ1 - What do you think about the epilogue?Q2 - What do you think of Harry and Ginny and their kids names?“Teddy's back there,” he said breathlessly, pointing back over his shoulder into the billowing clouds of steam. “Just seen him! And guess what he's doing? Snogging Victoire!”“Don't forget to give Neville our love!” Ginny told James as she hugged him. “Mum! I can't give a professor love!” “But you know Neville —” James rolled his eyes. “Outside, yeah, but at school he's Professor Longbottom, isn't he? I can't walk into Herbology and give him love. . . .” Q3 - What do you think about Prof Longbottom?

Good Morning, Good Minutes

I surrender, I lay down my sword.

Walk Talks With Matt McMillen
Can Christians Have a Jezebel Spirit? (4-21-24)

Walk Talks With Matt McMillen

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 21, 2024 60:18


Topics: Jezebel, Jezebel spirit, Spirit of Jezebel, Queen Jezebel, 1 Kings, 2 Kings, Revelation 2:20, Not the same people, Neither is spirit, Spirit of Jezebel not in the Bible, Proof-texting, Man-made religious church jargon, Emotionalism, Ignoring what Christ did at the cross to demonic realm, Colossians 2:15, Disarmed demonic realm, Triumphed over them, Made a public spectacle of them by the cross, 20 times in Bible, Old Testament 19 times, New Testament 1 time, Confusing narcissistic characteristics with Jezebel spirit, Don't confuse narcissism with a demonic spirit, Accusations of Jezebel spirit have no biblical foundation, Why aren't we saying to people who lead others you have the spirit of Moses, People who mix law with grace the spirit of James, Labeled promiscuity sexual actions and attractiveness “Jezebel!”, Accusations come from Satan, Accuser of the brethren, Revelation 12:10, Accuses Day and nightSupport the showSign up for Matt's free daily devotional! https://mattmcmillen.com/newsletter

The Bahnsen Institute
The Last Enemy Disarmed (2 of 3)

The Bahnsen Institute

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 20, 2024 41:56


He Lives (Easter) 1 Cor 15 Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The Brittany Mondido Podcast
Not Sure What To Do? Ask For A Sign with Brittany Mondido- DISARMED DAILY

The Brittany Mondido Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 19, 2024 8:18


Drop into this beautiful episode this morning when you're feeling stuck with a decision. Oftentimes, we search outside of us to affirm what we already know inside of us. When you're not sure what to do, where to go, how to do it, what to say, how to say it — ask for a sign and surrender to it. Allow all that's within you and around you, seen and unseen, to guide the way. Aho.

Enduring Words for Troubled Times – Enduring Word
Disarmed – Colossians 2:15 – January 17, 2024

Enduring Words for Troubled Times – Enduring Word

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 17, 2024 5:03


https://storage.googleapis.com/enduring-word-media/devotional/Devotional01172024.mp3 The post Disarmed – Colossians 2:15 – January 17, 2024 appeared first on Enduring Word. https://enduringword.com/disarmed-colossians-215-january-17-2024/feed/ 0 https://storage.googleapis.com/enduring-word-media/devotional/Devotional01172024.

Armstrong & Getty Extra Large Interviews
The Enemy Knows We're Mentally Disarmed: Mike Lyons Talks to A&G

Armstrong & Getty Extra Large Interviews

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 20, 2023 11:33 Transcription Available


Talking to Jack Armstrong, military analyst Mike Lyons breaks down what what the enemy might be thinking of our lack of our response. Hear the entire conversation in a new episode of Armstrong & Getty's Extra Large Podcast....See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Hoylake Evangelical Church
Jesus Disarmed Demons | Colossians 2:13-15 | 03 December 2023 PM

Hoylake Evangelical Church

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 3, 2023 28:27


Redeemer Presbyterian Church
Hebrews 2:14-18 Our Merciful & Faithful High Priest

Redeemer Presbyterian Church

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 13, 2023 29:49


I. Jesus disarms the devil, v14. II. Jesus delivers us from death, v15. III. Jesus diverts from us the wrath of God, vv16-17. IV. Jesus dispenses help in our temptations. 

Mock and Daisy's Common Sense Cast
Ep. 208 A Disarmed Population Is What They Want (ft. Dinesh D'Souza)

Mock and Daisy's Common Sense Cast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 11, 2023 31:26


In this week's deep dive episode, Mock and Daisy sit down with right-wing political commentator, author, filmmaker, and old friend, Dinesh D'Souza. Together they talk about the making of his newest movie 'Police State' and what message he hopes to send to all Americans. Now is the time to stand up and fight for your freedoms! Introducing Genucel 3 – New & Improved for Faster Results included in every Fall Classics Package at https://www.genucel.com/CHICKSVisit https://Mypillow.com/CHICKS - Get 50% off their 6-piece Towel set only $29.98 – Code CHICKSSpace is limited! Webinar is Thursday, Nov. 16th. Sign up for FREE Webinar today at https://www.knowyourriskradio.com!

The Trevor Carey Show
Why Do You Think They Want Us Disarmed?

The Trevor Carey Show

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 20, 2023 36:50 Transcription Available


Armed American Radio
10-12-2023 HR 2 Bigfoot spotted, terror sympathizers right here in America and Hamas wants Israelis disarmed

Armed American Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 12, 2023 54:15


Bigfoot spotted, terror sympathizers right here in America and Hamas wants Israelis disarmed

The Health Ranger Report
Brighteon Broadcast News, Oct 10, 2023 - ISRAEL RAGES: Threatens to commit GENOCIDAL ATROCITIES against 2 million Palestinian civilians

The Health Ranger Report

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 10, 2023 130:08


0:00 Israel vs Palestine 1:23:06 Interview with Pete Chambers - #Israel declares total siege of Gaza - Cuts off all food, water, electricity and fuel - Condemns 2+ million Palestinians to DEATH by starvation, sickness, dehydration - Gaza hospitals have no power, no running water - Israel's actions are WAR CRIMES that violate UN humanitarian conventions - Israel's RAGE and emotional state are "justifying" genocide - Israel is now doing to #Palestine what the Third Reich did to #Jews - "Never again" has been forgotten as Israel embraces genocidal murder and ethnic cleansing - Shocking video shows why you need an AR15 and full 30-round magazines - Israel's citizens were DISARMED by their government - GUN CONTROL caused hundreds of innocents to DIE - Netanyahu threatens genocide against Palestinians - Israelis strip shelves bare from local supermarkets - Democrats in America CHEER #Hamas terrorism - Interview with Pete Chambers For more updates, visit: http://www.brighteon.com/channel/hrreport NaturalNews videos would not be possible without you, as always we remain passionately dedicated to our mission of educating people all over the world on the subject of natural healing remedies and personal liberty (food freedom, medical freedom, the freedom of speech, etc.). Together, we're helping create a better world, with more honest food labeling, reduced chemical contamination, the avoidance of toxic heavy metals and vastly increased scientific transparency. ▶️ Every dollar you spend at the Health Ranger Store goes toward helping us achieve important science and content goals for humanity: https://www.healthrangerstore.com/ ▶️ Sign Up For Our Newsletter: https://www.naturalnews.com/Readerregistration.html ▶️ Brighteon: https://www.brighteon.com/channels/hrreport ▶️ Join Our Social Network: https://brighteon.social/@HealthRanger ▶️ Check In Stock Products at: https://PrepWithMike.com

Armed American Radio
10-08-2023 HR 1 Dr. John Lott discusses Israel, disarmed citizenry, and upcoming SCOTUS 2A case

Armed American Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 9, 2023 54:20


Dr. John Lott discusses Israel, disarmed citizenry, and upcoming SCOTUS 2A case

The Prophecy Club - All Broadcasts
America is Being Disarmed 09/28/2023 - Audio

The Prophecy Club - All Broadcasts

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 28, 2023 34:47


The U.S. confirms that it’s sending M1A1 Abrams Tanks to Ukraine. With all the money, and military equipment sent, Russia will at some point declare the U.S. a “combatant”. Since January 2021, the U.S. has invested $46.7 Billion in assisting Ukraine. Today Pastor Stan shares with us everything sent to Ukraine, and that means all the equipment is no longer available to the U.S. to defend ourselves when Russia does attack. 00:00 - M1A1 Tanks Arrive in Ukraine 09:34 - US Invested $46.7 Billion in Ukraine 11:29 - Give us our Entitlements 12:25 - Unknown Weapon Kill Ukraine Soldiers 13:20 - Air Defense Weapons 18:50 - Russia Hit Ukrainian Port & Grain Storage 23:32 - Russians Destroy Leopard 2 27:02 - Colossal “Mushroom” in Dnieper 28:10 - Russian Videos 29:00 - Joseph’s Kitchen

The Prophecy Club - All Broadcasts
America is Being Disarmed 09/28/2023 - Audio

The Prophecy Club - All Broadcasts

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 28, 2023 34:47


The U.S. confirms that it’s sending M1A1 Abrams Tanks to Ukraine. With all the money, and military equipment sent, Russia will at some point declare the U.S. a “combatant”. Since January 2021, the U.S. has invested $46.7 Billion in assisting Ukraine. Today Pastor Stan shares with us everything sent to Ukraine, and that means all the equipment is no longer available to the U.S. to defend ourselves when Russia does attack. 00:00 - M1A1 Tanks Arrive in Ukraine 09:34 - US Invested $46.7 Billion in Ukraine 11:29 - Give us our Entitlements 12:25 - Unknown Weapon Kill Ukraine Soldiers 13:20 - Air Defense Weapons 18:50 - Russia Hit Ukrainian Port & Grain Storage 23:32 - Russians Destroy Leopard 2 27:02 - Colossal “Mushroom” in Dnieper 28:10 - Russian Videos 29:00 - Joseph’s Kitchen

The Prophecy Club - All Broadcasts
America is Being Disarmed 09/28/2023 - Video

The Prophecy Club - All Broadcasts

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 28, 2023 34:47


The U.S. confirms that it’s sending M1A1 Abrams Tanks to Ukraine. With all the money, and military equipment sent, Russia will at some point declare the U.S. a “combatant”. Since January 2021, the U.S. has invested $46.7 Billion in assisting Ukraine. Today Pastor Stan shares with us everything sent to Ukraine, and that means all the equipment is no longer available to the U.S. to defend ourselves when Russia does attack. 00:00 - M1A1 Tanks Arrive in Ukraine 09:34 - US Invested $46.7 Billion in Ukraine 11:29 - Give us our Entitlements 12:25 - Unknown Weapon Kill Ukraine Soldiers 13:20 - Air Defense Weapons 18:50 - Russia Hit Ukrainian Port & Grain Storage 23:32 - Russians Destroy Leopard 2 27:02 - Colossal “Mushroom” in Dnieper 28:10 - Russian Videos 29:00 - Joseph’s Kitchen

The Prophecy Club - All Broadcasts
America is Being Disarmed 09/28/2023 - Video

The Prophecy Club - All Broadcasts

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 28, 2023 34:47


The U.S. confirms that it’s sending M1A1 Abrams Tanks to Ukraine. With all the money, and military equipment sent, Russia will at some point declare the U.S. a “combatant”. Since January 2021, the U.S. has invested $46.7 Billion in assisting Ukraine. Today Pastor Stan shares with us everything sent to Ukraine, and that means all the equipment is no longer available to the U.S. to defend ourselves when Russia does attack. 00:00 - M1A1 Tanks Arrive in Ukraine 09:34 - US Invested $46.7 Billion in Ukraine 11:29 - Give us our Entitlements 12:25 - Unknown Weapon Kill Ukraine Soldiers 13:20 - Air Defense Weapons 18:50 - Russia Hit Ukrainian Port & Grain Storage 23:32 - Russians Destroy Leopard 2 27:02 - Colossal “Mushroom” in Dnieper 28:10 - Russian Videos 29:00 - Joseph’s Kitchen

Man in America Podcast
FBI Whistleblower: The FBI Must Be Disarmed Before It's TOO LATE

Man in America Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 7, 2023 54:59


STARTS AT 9PM ET: Join me for an important discussion with former FBI agent, Steve Friend. To learn more about investing in gold visit - http://goldwithseth.com, or call 720-605-3900 For high quality storable foods and seeds, visit http://heavensharvest.com and use promo code SETH to save 15% on your order. Save up to 66% at https://MyPillow.com using Promo Code - MAN LISTEN VIA PODCAST: Apple: https://apple.co/3bEdO1S Spotify: https://spoti.fi/3u9k8Vd Podbean: https://bit.ly/3A4Jasy iHeart: https://bit.ly/3npOBea FOLLOW AND WATCH: Website: https://maninamerica.com/ Telegram: https://t.me/maninamerica Truth Social: https://truthsocial.com/@maninamerica Banned.Video: https://banned.video/channel/man-in-america Rumble: https://rumble.com/c/ManInAmerica YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/maninamerica Gab: https://gab.com/ManInAmerica Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ManInAmerica Gettr: https://gettr.com/user/maninamerica Twitter: https://twitter.com/ManInAmericaUS Parler: https://parler.com/user/ManInAmerica SafeChat: https://safechat.com/channel/2776713240786468864 Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@maninamerica2 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/maninamericaus

The Living Word With Chuck Davis
Colossians 2:13-15 - Disarmed

The Living Word With Chuck Davis

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 14, 2023 5:19


Colossians 2:13-15 - Disarmed

The David Alliance
You are called to humiliate them!

The David Alliance

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 31, 2023 7:40


TDAgiantslayer@gmail.com    WellBuiltBody.com    Wake the faith up       15 And having disarmed the powers and authorities, he made a public spectacle of them, triumphing over them by the cross.   Disarmed (spoiled) - surprise! Aorist tense - now and forever.   This verse is loaded with mental imagery of a Roman tradition of humiliating the Romans enemies. They would take the highest ranking officers, generals etc… strip them naked and march them through the city streets to their execution.    1 Corinthians 15:24 Then the end will come, when He hands over the kingdom to God the Father after He has destroyed all dominion, authority, and power.   1 Samuel 5:1-12 The Philistines capture the ark of the covenant and bring it into their temple of Dagon… the next morning the idol of Dagon had fallen over appearing to be bowing down to the Ark of the covenant… and the Philistines said “Dagon it” JK The picked the idol up and set him in place again. The next morning the idol had fallen over and its head and hands had broken off. “HAVING DISARMED THE POWERS AND AUTHORITIES”     Why always all the talk about the supernatural, the demonic, the deliverance ministry, the invisible world… Because our battle is not with flesh and blood AND BECAUSE OUR BATTLE WAS WON IN THE SUPERNATURAL SPIRITUAL WORLD. 

Midnight Thoughts
Disarmed Pt. 2

Midnight Thoughts

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 14, 2023 36:28


Disarmed was written, performed and published by me, Andrew Scott Ingram. If you enjoyed this story and would like to read ahead, Midnight Thoughts is available in ⁠paperback and Kindle⁠! For updates on my writing, information about stand up shows or just to see the cool pictures I take or even if you just want to chat about dinosaurs or something follow me on social media! Instagram: ⁠@andrewingram88⁠ Twitter: ⁠@drewjokeringram ⁠ Thanks for listening! --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/andrew-ingram8/support

Midnight Thoughts
Disarmed Pt. 1

Midnight Thoughts

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 7, 2023 30:46


Rideshare was written, performed and published by me, Andrew Scott Ingram. If you enjoyed this story and would like to read ahead, Midnight Thoughts is available in ⁠paperback and Kindle⁠! For updates on my writing, information about stand up shows or just to see the cool pictures I take or even if you just want to chat about dinosaurs or something follow me on social media! Instagram: ⁠@andrewingram88⁠ Twitter: ⁠@drewjokeringram ⁠ Thanks for listening! --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/andrew-ingram8/support

The Steve Gruber Show
Mark W. Smith, NEW BOOK: DISARMED: What the Ukraine War Teaches Americans About the Right to Bear Arms.

The Steve Gruber Show

Play Episode Listen Later May 5, 2023 11:00


Mark W. Smith is a constitutional attorney, a member of the U.S. Supreme Court Bar and a New York Times bestselling author. He is the creator and host of The Four Boxes Diner, a popular YouTube channel discussing the Second Amendment, the right to bear arms and more. Mark is a Distinguished Scholar at the Ave Maria School of Law and a Senior Fellow at The King's College. NEW BOOK: DISARMED: What the Ukraine War Teaches Americans About the Right to Bear Arms. Importance of defending and exercising our constitutional right to keep and bear arms.

Operation Red Pill
Ep. 57 – Scientism: Weaponizing Science Against the Mentally Disarmed

Operation Red Pill

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 26, 2023 134:55


Episode Synopsis Does science have ultimate authority on truth and reality, or is it being weaponized to constrict the thinking and dumb down the masses? We talk about this and much more, including: Does science have any limitaions? Are there any superpowers now or in history that reject the supernatural? What do the Egyptians, Greeks, Nazis and N.A.S.A have in common? How does the Prussian educational model effect our understanding of science? How do we “know” that we can “know” anything? What are the philosophic presuppositional underpinnings to science? Does all of this move us to a desired end? Is Jesus really the answer to the problem? Original Air Date April 26th, 2023 Show Hosts Jason Spears & Christopher Dean Our Patreon Consider joining our Patreon Squad and becoming a Tier Operator to help support the show and get access to exclusive content like: Links and Resources Studio Notes A monthly Zoom call with Jason and Christopher  And More… Connect With Us LetsTalk@ORPpodcast.com Facebook Instagram Click Here to Listen to our Episodes Via the Web 

Refuge Church (Utah)
Sin, Death, & Devil Disarmed

Refuge Church (Utah)

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 9, 2023 47:58


Pastor Brian Sauvé preaches on the resurrection of Christ on this Resurrection Sunday 2023.

Refuge Church (Utah)
Sin, Death, & Devil Disarmed

Refuge Church (Utah)

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 9, 2023 47:58


Pastor Brian Sauvé preaches on the resurrection of Christ on this Resurrection Sunday 2023.

Painkiller Already
PKA 641 W/Ed Bolian: Cop Disarmed By EMT, Does Taylor Have A Baby Coming, The Internet Is Evil

Painkiller Already

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 1, 2023 246:02


Shooting Straight Radio Podcast
Uvalde: A Microcosm of A Disarmed People

Shooting Straight Radio Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 26, 2023 33:48


Uvalde police have recently trotted out a new excuse for their inaction a year ago in the school shooting there: They were afraid of the shooter's AR-15. Even though they also had AR-15's. And body armor. And training that the shooter didn't have. And they waited an excruciating 77 minutes until a U.S. Border Patrol SWAT got there from 60 miles away to take down the shooter.Royce explains why Uvalde is a microcosm of a disarmed nation. Tune in and share!Tune in to Rocker and the Redneck!Rocker and the Redneck (buzzsprout.com)Don't forget to catch Voice of the Blue podcast, hosted by Royce, and produced by the American Police Hall of Fame.Voice of the Blue (buzzsprout.com)

The Drive - A Daily Devotional by Pastor Mike Sternad

Colossians 2:15Having disarmed principalities and powers, He made a public spectacle of them, triumphing over them in it.Support the show

Martyn Lloyd-Jones Sermon Podcast

Ephesians 6:10-13 — Because of Adam's sin, the whole world became subject to sin and the rule of Satan. The devil, also called the prince of the world, blinds people from seeing and believing in the truth of the gospel. In this sermon on Ephesians 6:10–13 titled “The Strong Man Disarmed,” Dr. Martyn Lloyd-Jones describes the way Christ has broken the grip that the evil one has on the world. For Jesus has bound the strong man and by the proclamation of the gospel, the works of Satan and all who follow him are destroyed. This means that Christians can take the gospel to the ends of the earth knowing that Jesus has overcome the evil forces that once dominated this world. Even while Satan and his demons still have some control and influence in the world, the day will come when Christ will return and vanquish the devil and all who worship him once and for all. As Dr. Lloyd-Jones explains, Christ Jesus will bring to completion what which He started on the cross when He comes again to bring the new heaven and earth. This gives all who love Christ confidence and boldness knowing that He has overcome the devil and will finally defeat him on the last day.

Real Ones with Jon Bernthal
Army Veteran Richard Fierro disarmed an active shooter in a Colorado night club

Real Ones with Jon Bernthal

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 22, 2023 99:49


Richard Fierro was on a night out with family and friends when an active shooter opened fire at a nightclub in Colorado Springs, killing five people. Richard is one of two men that stopped the gunmen and prevented further damage. Links for more information on how to support the victims of the tragedy: Atrevida Beer Co Donation Link Tree Donate to a verified fundraiser page to help all the victims-- Check out the GoFundMe “Central Hub” for more information on how to help Join Real Ones on Patreon OR FOLLOW US on YouTube + Instagram + Tik Tok @jonnybernthal on Instagram and Twitter Sunwarrior is a proud sponsor of Real Ones - visit www.sunwarrior.com/realones for 15% off the best plant-based protein and collagen on Earth

Follower of One : Missions For The Rest Of Us
815 Our Enemy Is Disarmed - Colossians 2:15

Follower of One : Missions For The Rest Of Us

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 30, 2022 5:13


Jesus finished the job for us. He disarmed the rulers and authorities. But if he did, why do we have so much trouble?   Jesus celebrated over the enemy. Notice the enemy isn't other people. The enemy is rulers and authorities.   If they've been defeated, then what is God asking us to do? Let's make a positive difference in the lives of others. Let's give something away. Let's invest some time in someone else, just because they're a child of God, too! Send a message, buy a lunch. Let's live differently today and watch God use us.   Even if we give a cup of cold water, we will not lose our reward (Matthew 10:42 or Mark 9:41). What will you give away today?   Remember, too, we have a matching gift. Any contributions you make to Follower of One will be doubled. Please invest your giving to mobilize Christ-followers. Let's break the stereotypes. Let's model the life of Christ in our world today. That may get a little painful...   Thanks for being a marketplace Christ-follower.  

They Walk Among America - US True Crime

On this episode of They Walk Among America… Manassas, Virginia, is an independent city in the north of the state. Manassas was an evolving city, 30 miles from Washington, DC, with historical links to the American Civil War that drew enthusiasts to the site of the Battle of Bull Run. With a population of just under 30,000 people in 1993, Manassas was thrown into the spotlight, and the city would forever be linked to one of the most sensational cases of our time…*** LISTENER DISCRETION IS ADVISED *** ‘They Walk Among America' is a Law & Crime podcast network production.This episode was hosted by Nina Innsted.Researched and written by Eileen Macfarlane.Editing and scoring by Kory Hilpmann. Script editing, additional writing and production direction by Rosanna and Benjamin Fitton.MUSIC: Shadow Passage by Cody MartinJun by Kevin GrahamRomantic Conversation by VOLKTesseract by Cody MartinRunner by FallsAdditional musical compositions by Kory Hilpmann.For more information, visit https://lawandcrime.com/podcasts/ or https://theywalkamonguspodcast.com/ Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Student of the Gun Radio
Disarmed by Lies & Uvalde PD Lawyers Up | SOTG 1143

Student of the Gun Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 22, 2022 92:58 Very Popular


The cowardice, ineptitude, and potential corruption exhibited by the agents of the state in Uvalde, Texas is so embarrassing and damning that they have lawyered up in an attempt to keep the peasants from finding out just how bad the real story of their failure is.  During our Duracoat Finished Firearm segment, Professor Paul will consider garage sale guns, the good, the bad, and the ugly. For our Brownells Bullet Points, we talk about in stock items that you might want to pick up before they are gone.  Also, does your granny have a gat? A 90 year old woman in Tennessee was attacked by a bear while she sat on her front porch. Is there a good solution for arming our grandmas? We will consider that topic during our SOTG Homeroom from CrossBreed Holsters.  Thanks for being a part of SOTG! We hope you find value in the message we share. If you've got any questions, here are some options to contact us: Send an Email Send a Text Call Us Enjoy the show! And remember…You're a Beginner Once, a Student For Life! TOPICS COVERED THIS EPISODE [0:07:35] DuraCoat Finished Firearms - DuraCoat University TOPIC: Garage Sale Guns Huge thanks to our Partners:SDS Imports | Brownells | CrossBreed | Duracoat | Hi-Point Firearms [0:21:30] Brownells Bullet Points - Brownells.com TOPIC: Brownells has 9mm ammo, get it while you can VZ58 Review - VZ-58: Czech It Out https://juxxi.com/v/48138 [0:35:13] SOTG Homeroom - CrossbreedHolsters.com TOPIC: 90-year-old woman talks about terrifying experience after being attacked by a bear www.wdsu.com/article [0:50:00] NYPD offering $1K reward for tips on illegal fireworks as Fourth of July approaches americanmilitarynews.com [0:58:20] Disarmed by Lies Uvalde Hires Private Law Firm to Argue It Doesn't Have to Release School Shooting Public Records www.vice.com/en/article Video Shows Police Never Tried To Open Door To Get In Texas Classroom Where Shooter Was, Report Says www.dailywire.com/news FEATURING: WDSU, American Military News, Vice.com, Daily Wire, Madison Rising, Jarrad Markel, Paul Markel, SOTG University PARTNERS: SDS Imports, Brownells Inc, CrossBreed Holsters, DuraCoat Firearm Finishes, Hi-Point Firearms FIND US ON: Juxxi, Parler, MeWe.com, Gettr, iTunes, Stitcher, AppleTV, Roku, Amazon, GooglePlay, YouTube, Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, tumblr SOURCES From americanmilitarynews.com: Police are offering a $1,000 reward for information leading to the arrest and conviction of anyone possessing or distributing fireworks on Staten Island. According to a post Monday on Twitter by the NYPD's 120th Precinct: “Fireworks are illegal! If you use fireworks, you or someone else can get seriously hurt.” (Click Here for Full Article)   From www.vice.com/en/article: Some of the records relating to the Robb Elementary School shooting could be “highly embarrassing,” involve “emotional/mental distress,” and are “not of legitimate concern to the public,” the lawyers argued. The City of Uvalde and its police department are working with a private law firm to prevent the release of nearly any record related to the mass shooting at Robb Elementary School in which 19 children and two teachers died, according to a letter obtained by Motherboard in response to a series of public information requests we made. The public records Uvalde is trying to suppress include body camera footage, photos, 911 calls, emails, text messages, criminal records, and more. (Click Here for Full Article)   From www.dailywire.com/news: Law enforcement officials reportedly never tried to open the door at a Texas elementary school last month where a shooter murdered 19 children. “Surveillance footage shows that police never tried to open a door to two classrooms at Robb Elementary School in Uvalde in the 77 minutes between the time a gunman entered the rooms and massacred 21 people and officers finally breached the door and killed him,” the San Antonio Express-News reported, noting that the information came from a law enforcement official who was involved in investigating law enforcement's response to the tragedy. “Investigators believe the 18-year-old gunman who killed 19 children and two teachers at the school on May 24 could not have locked the door to the connected classrooms from the inside.” (Click Here for Full Article)