Podcasts about dishonest

Text: Proverbs 25:18-19 (ESV) 18 A man who bears false witness against his neighbor is like a war club, or a sword, or a sharp arrow.19 Trusting in a treacherous man in time of trouble is like a bad tooth or a foot that slips. BEING DEPENDABLE Giving false testimony against someone is as hitting him with a sharp weapon. Dishonest statements can ruin a neighbor's life, destroy his livelihood, hurt his family, and damage his reputation beyond repair. As believers, Paul appeals to believers to renounce lies. He said, "Therefore, having put away falsehood, let each one of you speak the truth with his neighbor, for we are members one of another." The book of Proverbs repeats God's condemnation of false witnesses (Prov 6:16–19; 19:5; 21:28). In verse 19, Solomon warns against trusting unreliable and disloyal people during challenging times. The mention of "time of trouble" is key to note that one is in a crisis. It gives caution to take risks. These include the risk of putting trust in someone known to be a liar, fraud, or traitor. In those moments, it's important to keep that risk in mind when this most likely will lead to disaster. The metaphors used here point out the suddenness of betrayal. A rotten tooth might seem fine until it gives a sudden pain and misery. "A foot that slips" refers to something unsure, unreliable, and unbalanced. And, in an instant, disaster can strike. And, what was supposed to provide support instead caused harm. Putting our trust in liars and crooks is extremely dangerous. Job expressed similar sentiments about his undependable neighbors. He said, "My brothers are treacherous as a torrent-bed, as torrential streams that pass away, which are dark with ice, and where the snow hides itself. When they melt, they disappear; when it is hot, they vanish from their place" (Job 6:15–17). They resembled a riverbed. In the rainy season, it fills up with water. It runs fast and full, as snow melts and pours into it. But, in the heat of summer, when it is most needed, it is bone dry. When Job most needed dependable friends, he could not find them. They disappeared. A friend in need is a friend indeed.Listen and FOLLOW us on our podcast -------------------------Visit and FOLLOW Gospel Light Filipino on YouTube, Facebook and Instagram

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Can we overpraise our children? One grandmother and school teacher asked me this question. I agreed. Listen to my whole reasoning.To read the original post, visit https://www.theapollosproject.com/are-we-dishonest-in-our-praise/

Steering clear of greedy & dishonest leaders – and avoiding BECOMING one! – is crucial to your journey of life success and happiness. Let's focus on the seven signs you need to stay aware of! Join host Steve Wohlenhaus on the ANATOMY OF SUCCESS podcast and dig deep into what actions you can take to find success in health, work, and relationships. Expect transparent candor and challenges that require action, all to help you define success on your own terms. JOIN THE AOS ACADEMY – top-tier, high-impact online courses designed to catalyze your success and satisfaction in life – learn more at https://aos.academy Steve's real-time audio weather company: https://weatherology.com/ More about Steve: https://weatherology.com/steve/ CONNECT ON SOCIAL LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/steve-wohlenhaus/ Instagram: @stevewohlenhaus / https://www.instagram.com/stevewohlenhaus/ Facebook: stevewohlenhaus / https://www.facebook.com/stevewohlenhaus TikTok: @stevewohlenhaus / https://www.tiktok.com/@stevewohlenhaus Catch the latest episodes or binge the podcast on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, or Amazon.

Mark Mitchell, Polling Truther. Head Pollster Rasmussen Reports. NO WAY! Do-Nothing Republicans Have the STONES to BLAME YOU Despite Horrible Polling

Here are the three big things to know this hour—   Number One— Longtime and famous Democrat pundit has predicted that the Trump Administration will collapse within 30 days—oh wait—that was like 3 months ago—and it doesn't look like its collapsing—   Number Two— President Trump is continuing his whirlwind Middle East Tour—and is signing deals every step of the way—and while many support the effort—others are asking questions—   Number Three— I have been talking about the dishonest and failed corporate media here for years—and at one time I worked in that shallow cesspool—BUT its getting worse and they seem incapable of taking responsibility for the failures we all see—

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This PH Podcast episode dives into the story of the Dishonest manager, showing how we're called to wisely use our time, talents, and treasure for God's Kingdom!

Allie shares her transformative journey from nearly divorcing her husband due to addiction and dishonesty to discovering how her own fear of criticism was causing her to walk on eggshells in her marriage.• Discovering that her "confirmation bias" was constantly seeking evidence of criticism from others• Learning that she had developed the habit of manipulating situations to avoid facing potential criticism• Recognizing how her dishonesty about her needs and feelings mirrored the dishonesty she resented in her husband• Understanding how walking on eggshells robbed her of joy, authentic relationships, and peace• Developing the ability to speak honestly about her needs without fear• Practicing "generous listening" to hear what's actually being said rather than filtering through criticism• Taking responsibility for her own "backyard" rather than focusing on her husband's behavior• Finding that true joy comes from internal changes, not expecting others to behave differentlyIf you're walking on eggshells in your relationship or constantly anticipating criticism, examine your own patterns. The path to more joy and connection begins with owning your voice and being honest about your needs._______

A plumber drove the company truck the wrong way on a busy highway for some time before he realized, panicked, swerved, and flipped the truck. Police believe he was on illegal drugs, although he disputes it. His employer claims equipment damage under their BOP policy. Notable Timestamps [ 00:25 ] - The plumber (the business) is now making a claim under their businessowners policy, BP 00 03 07 13, for the $50,000 worth of plumbing equipment and parts damaged in the accident. [ 01:45 ] - This episode was filmed at the 2025 PLRB Claims Conference in Indianapolis, right in the middle of the Expo hall at the PLRB booth! [ 04:00 ] - The BOP: The hottest dance craze, or finally a policy too large for a pocket? [ 04:40 ] - BOP policies are primarily on-premises forms, but a small amount of coverage exists for Off-Premises Coverage for property in the course of transit or at a premises the insured does not own, lease, or operate. [ 06:24 ] - The highway is probably not a "premises." As for whether a van can be a premises, that might be a topic for a future episode. [ 07:30 ] - The tools were not intended to be removed and left at the job site, so they would likely not be considered in transit. [ 09:30 ] - Dishonest or criminal acts are excluded, and arguably it is not necessary to wait for a criminal conviction to qualify as a "criminal act." [ 12:00 ] - If the driver was under the influence and another car swerved into its lane, one could argue that the accident would have happened anyway. In this case, if the influence of drugs is proven, it likely caused the loss. [ 13:35 ] - The dishonest or criminal acts exclusion does not apply to "acts of destruction." There is no intent here so it's unlikely, but the case law is limited. [ 16:00 ] - Tim provides a recap of the scenario and the points above. Your PLRB Resources Annotation: BP34 - Personal Property Off Premises - https://www.plrb.org/documents/bp34-personal-property-off-premises/?search=%22In%20Transit%22%20coverage%20in%20the%20BP%2000%2003%2007%2013 Coverage Question: In Transit; Stop For Gas Does Not Mean That Money Was Not In Transit At Time Of Loss - https://www.plrb.org/documents/in-transit-stop-for-gas-does-not-mean-that-money-was-not-in-transit-at-time-of-loss-pcq-2022-08-18-jem-b/?search=%22In%20Transit%22%20coverage%20in%20the%20BP%2000%2003%2007%2013 Recorded Webinar: Product Liability Cases Involving Emerging Risks: Vaping/Marijuana/Toxic Torts - https://www.plrb.org/courses/marijuana-cannabis-hemp-drugs/lessons/product-liability-cases-involving-emerging-risks-vaping-marijuana-toxic-torts/ Employees of member companies also have access to a searchable legal database, hundreds of hours of video trainings, building code materials, weather data, and even the ability to have your coverage questions answered by our team of attorneys (https://www.plrb.org/ask-plrb/) at no additional charge to you or your company. Subscribe to this Podcast Your Podcast App - Please subscribe and rate us on your favorite podcast app YouTube - Please like and subscribe at @plrb LinkedIN - Please follow at “Property and Liability Resource Bureau” Send us your Scenario! Please reach out to us at 630-509-8704 with your scenario! This could be your “adjuster story” sharing a situation from your claims experience, or a burning question you would like the team to answer. In any case, please omit any personal information as we will anonymize your story before we share. Just reach out to scenario@plrb.org.  Legal Information The views and opinions expressed in this resource are those of the individual speaker and not necessarily those of the Property & Liability Resource Bureau (PLRB), its membership, or any organization with which the presenter is employed or affiliated. The information, ideas, and opinions are presented as information only and not as legal advice or offers of representation. Individual policy language and state laws vary, and listeners should rely on guidance from their companies and counsel as appropriate. Music: “Piece of Future” by Keyframe_Audio. Pixabay. Pixabay License. Font: Metropolis by Chris Simpson. SIL OFL 1.1. Icons: FontAwesome (SIL OFL 1.1) and Noun Project (royalty-free licenses purchased via subscription). Sound Effects: Pixabay (Pixabay License) and Freesound.org (CC0).

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These days, things were spinning so fast and hard.By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Floating back to my car, dick still hard, I raced back home. I needed to process what had just happened with my boss Letty, but before that could begin, I needed to cum. It needed to be big, it needed to be hard.Stumbling through the door of Sandy and Don's apartment, I carelessly dumped my things on the floor, and made a beeline to their bedroom. I was being piloted by nothing but hormones and dirty lust at that moment, so I had no qualms about going into their stash of home movies and grabbing a new disc from the pile.I awkwardly yanked off my pants as the video started, tumbling my bare ass to the couch just as I heard Sandy's voice come from the tv.My cock had lost only a little buoyancy on the drive home, and I gave it some refreshing pumps while I watched Sandy walk in from sunning herself on a bungalow porch, her enormous breasts testing every limit of the small bikini she was wearing.Don, behind the camera, asked her how the porch was, and she responded by saying she just got done sucking Joe's cock, whoever that was. Don started asking her questions; how was his cock, did she swallow, was it a big load, etc.; and Sandy answered in kind as she stripped the miniscule bikini off her tits. His cock was big, his load was thick, and she swallowed "of course."My cock surged. Sandy dropped to her knees in front of Don, and with a big smile began to work her mouth over her husband's already hard cock. She sucked him with skill and pleasure, and gave him dirty answers about her encounter to all his dirty questions.I felt the pleasure inside me race and build just as much from the sound of her words as the visual of her suckling mouth. I closed my eyes and thought about Letty, about the otherworldly feel of her cunt, about all the things I wanted to do to her, and all the things I wanted her to do to me.I brought myself to the brink, pausing, teasing myself as I remembered the exquisite torture she had put me through. My eyes opened just in time to hear Don ask Sandy where she wanted his cum, and for Sandy, looking up at her husband with lustful adoring eyes from beneath his swollen cock to respond with "I want you to cum all over me, baby."That breathless request seemed to do it for Don and I both, and I managed to catch the first two thick ropes of cum leap and splatter onto Sandy's smiling face before the coil inside me snapped, and I ruined another shirt due to a cosmic explosion of cum and pleasure soaring at light speed out of the head of my cock.When I opened my eyes again, the video had moved on to another scene. I had no memory of the end of the last one; it was entirely possible that I blacked out.Lying there in a half-comatose daze, listlessly watching the beginnings of the next erotic adventure of my upstairs neighbors, a thought came to me. When I rustled my way through the box of erotic dvds, I realized that there was something wrong: one of them was missing. I knew this because the missing disc in question had a very specific name on it, one that I had definitely taken note of the previous night when Tara and I first found the stash.The missing disc was labeled "Brian."As I sat there, drenched in my own euphoria, casually watching Sandy begin a long, oily handjob to another thick-cocked stranger, I wondered where that disc had gone.There was only one person who could have taken it. I was going to have some questions for her at our lunch tomorrow.Chapter 24: Tim meets Kenny, talks with Tara, and watches Kerri & MikeRunning used to clear my head. These days things were spinning so fast and hard that I couldn't focus on running; no matter how hard or far I ran, I only thought about the variety of confusing situations I had found myself in. Situations that left my mind reeling, and my cock painfully hard.It had been a confusing week.Four nights ago my best friend Tara and I jerked each other off while watching one of my upstairs neighbors' many sextapes.I had no idea what was going on with Tara. We had shared sexual activities before, but as far as I knew she was in a relationship with my next door neighbor Sarah, and I couldn't imagine she would cheat on her. Plus, we had almost kissed afterward, which would have sent us barreling past a barrier that was still intact despite what our numerous recent shared sexual events would otherwise suggest, but we stopped dead in our tracks when we discovered that also featured on that sextape was my step-mom Kelly.Two nights ago I watched the rest of that tape, and drained my balls while watching my step mom get double penetrated by her best friend's husband and some mystery man named John.I had found the whole thing highly erotic, but strangely it didn't make me view my step mother in any troubling oedipal light. It actually made me feel closer to her, to understand her a bit better. I had no idea why.Then last night I met my boss after closing time for "training," which was not a lie, except the training I received was as her submissive sex slave. She bossed me around, forced me to eat her cunt, and didn't let me cum. It was torture, but I think I loved it.And now here, on Saturday, I was only twelve hours or so away from fulfilling my part of a deal with my friend's girlfriend, Kerri, to clandestinely watch them fuck via webcam so Kerri could get horny enough to cum. Not only that, but then I am supposed to send her a video of me cumming while watching them, and in return she will send me a picture of herself wearing a semen facial.And that's not even to mention my Christly friend with benefits Christine, the pastor's daughter who I may or may not be developing feelings for outside of the way her hands and mouth make me feel when she milks my cum into her mouth or onto her face.As an 18 year old, red-blooded male, I should have been ecstatic, but to be honest I was starting to forget which way was up.Rounding the corner coming back up to my house I spotted my next door neighbor Sarah stretching and preparing for a run of her own. A pale-skinned, redheaded bombshell, she was Tara's girlfriend, and also my longest standing crush.More recently, however, she had been a font of wisdom regarding my troubled love life, so the opportunity to pick her brain about some of my current problems seemed like a gift. A gift wrapped in tight athletic wear that showed off her amazing figure.Tara was a lucky girl.I was also lucky, as my bathroom window looked directly into her bedroom, which, until very recently, had no curtains to speak of. This was a voyeuristic boon for my young, hormonal self, and provided me with full, unencumbered views of her gorgeous, naked form.My mind instantly jumped back to Tara and I masturbating together, watching Sarah get fucked by her then-boyfriend. It was the first time I had ever seen Tara cum, and it was still the hottest thing I'd ever witnessed.I knew it was wrong to spy, but I couldn't help it. I was being driven by something other than common sense.As I drew closer, I waited for Sarah to turn to see me, at which point I waved and smiled. Sarah was the nicest person I knew, and was always quick with a big, beaming smile, which is why it was very surprising when she took one look at me, scowled, and began her run off in the other direction.I stopped, and immediately felt a knot start to form in my stomach. Had Tara told her what happened the other night?I stumbled into my house, a new anxiety-inducing problem stacked on top of everything else, only to find my step mother Kelly and her boyfriend Brian in the middle of breakfast. Brian had begun staying over, yet another life change I had to get used to.I made small talk, but quickly got a glass of water and made my way upstairs to shower, but not before catching a hand slide up Kelly's leg after a giggle shared between them. I began to think I was going to be seeing more of Brian in the mornings.Thinking about the scowl I got from Sarah, I peered out the bathroom window as I got ready to shower. Her new curtains were still drawn tight.My mind was still all over the place as I ran through my hired chores up in Sandy and Don's unit, and I came back to the public display of affection I saw downstairs. I was happy for Brian and Kelly, but having a new man in the house was still a feeling that required getting used to.Especially one who was being so forward with my step-mother.For some reason, maybe out of some weird subconscious feeling of being pushed away, after I finished my tasks I made my way back to the bin of homemade sex dvds, grabbed a few, and headed back to the tv room.I popped the first one in and scrubbed through a few videos of Sandy in all sorts of erotically compromising situations (including one involving a French maid outfit that I wanted to revisit later), but I was looking for something else. This time I was actively looking for a video with Kelly in it.I found one on the disc labeled "KENNY."This one opened in a hot tub. The joyous, giggling faces of Sandy and Kelly, drinks in hand, each clad in a flattering bikini top, laughed and joked with the man behind the camera. I recognized the voice of the camera man as that of Sandy's husband Don, who joked and laughed along with his two beautiful companions. They were discussing the arrival of the titular Kenny, and the fun he would add to their trip.They laughed, they joked, they drank, and then soon enough Sandy waded over to Don and he hoisted himself onto the lip of the tub. Both ladies squealed with laughter as he revealed he was already nude, hard, and ready to play. Sandy joined him, undoing her miniscule top and letting loose her impressive breasts, but Kelly (or "Kel" as she was known in these videos) didn't. She sat back and watched in rapt amusement as her best friend gave a few short priming strokes to her husband's cock, and then deftly took him into her mouth.Don gave his wife's ministrations plenty of screen time, but the camera kept finding its way back to Kel. He'd ask her dirty questions about what she was watching, and Kel would respond with few words, or sometimes not at all, but always a sultry smile. Sure it was hot that Sandy was sucking his dick, but the real eroticism came from watching Kel get hotter and hotter as she took it all in. He never asked her to join them; he didn't need to; he knew she would, once the heat inside her reached a breaking point.After Kel commented on the amazing view, Don quipped that she should add to it, and with a smile and a gulp of her drink, Kel reached up and undid her top, freeing her beautiful, full breasts. But still all she did was watch. Only then did I notice she only used one hand to loosen her top; her other hand was plunged beneath the water, clearly touching herself as she watched the erotic display before her.Then, a shudder, a shake, an involuntary closing of her eyes and gasping for air; she was cumming.Now a deep breath, a smile, a finishing of her drink, and slowly Kel waded over to join her friend at Don's cock. She and Sandy kissed, and began trading his hard, slick member back and forth between their mouths.Kel was so loving and attentive when she sucked him; she knew how to make him gasp and throb in ways that made it clear she had done this many times before.There was something so intimate about watching the three of them together. This wasn't just some weekend fuck tape, this was three people who deeply loved each other having fun pleasing each other.It made me think of Tara; is this what was on the horizon for us? Love, connection, and passion on a level wholly different than with anyone else? And what if it wasn't? What if crossing that line sent our whole relationship into a tailspin?Don groaned as the girls egged him on, their faces pressed together just above his cock as they stroked him, and they both cheered and laughed as the ropes of cum began to ping pong across their jubilant faces and over their knuckles; real joy expressed at Don's orgasm. These three were something else.I was hard as a rock the whole time, but I wasn't stroking myself. I was just watching. There was something almost wholesome about this lewd act they were performing, and I was enthralled.Kel took Don's cock in her mouth one more time, sucking long and hard before passing it back to Sandy to finish the cleanup. Then with a single finger and a satisfied smile she directed the stray streaks of cum on her face into her mouth, sucking the finger clean.My cock twitched hard.The next video started up and had an altogether different feel. Empty bedroom, static camera pointed directly at the bed.There was some low, inaudible dialogue, and then Kel strode into frame wearing a sheer, purple robe that stopped just past her hip, and nothing else. One hand trailed behind her, and it became quickly evident she was not alone. Her fingers were locked into those of a mystery man, one whose shirt was already off, but still had on his jeans.I had to assume this was the titular Kenny.Kel pulled him close, and the two talked softly to each other, smiling, passing their hands over exposed flesh, and then Kenny pulled her closer, and their mouths met in a deep, wet kiss. His hands gripped her ass tight, her hands squeezed his strong arms.A sharp tug at her hair tipped her head back, exposing her long, smooth neck and expelling a sudden gasp from her throat, then all at once his lips and his tongue danced along her flesh as her breath began to shorten.This wasn't the Kelly I knew, the woman in these videos was someone else. This was a completely different person. This was Kel. Kel was passionate. Kel was lusty. Kel was dirty. And as my hand idly squeezed my hard dick through my pants this compartmentalization was the only thing allowing me to accept that I was becoming a little obsessed with her.I suddenly wondered how quickly and secretly I could download these discs to my computer.The two lovers' lips met deep and wet again, and then Kel pulled back. She caught her breath, and danced her fingers down to Kenny's belt. She smiled and whispered as she unfastened his pants. She moaned with satisfaction when her hands became full with his cock.One final kiss, and Kel sank slowly to her knees, taking Kenny's pants and underwear down with her.While not as big as Don's, Kenny had a good-sized cock that stood out hard and proud before Kel's face. Her fingers traced over it gently as she examined it, looked up at him with a smile, and then softly took the tip into her mouth. Lips drew back slowly and deliberately as she worked more of him in and out of her mouth. I could tell by the attention and care she was giving him that this wasn't just going to be a nasty fuckfest; she wanted to enjoy it.Kenny's hands ran through her hair, encouraging her ministrations, occasionally pulling her off him completely, where she'd look up at him breathless and wanton. She was sucking him hard. She was telling him exactly what she wanted, and she never said a word.They stared at each other, hard, Kel's hand still fastened to the base of Kenny's throbbing cock. He traced her lips with his thumb, and then slipped it into her mouth. Her lips sealed tight and she sucked it as though it were his cock.His thumb left her mouth with an audible pop, and he helped her to her feet. While Kenny kicked off the crumpled pants around his ankles, Kel made her way to the bed. She turned back toward him, and delicately untied the thin fabric holding her sheer robe together, revealing her supple, naked body to him as he joined her.They kissed deep again. Their hands explored each other's bodies. Kel gasped as Kenny brought his mouth down around her hard nipple. He sucked, he squeezed, and soon it was his turn to drop to his knees, gently bringing Kel with him until she sat perched on the edge of the bed.Her legs butterflied open, and Kenny hungrily pushed his face between them. She let out a long, sweet "oh," as Kenny's tongue began its work. She sat upright for a blissful moment, thin robe open and draped off her shoulders, full breasts jiggling lightly with each breath, and then she was on her back, her smooth legs hoisted up in the air, thighs wrapping around Kenny's head.The angle of the camera made sure the details were obscured mostly by Kenny's back, but somehow that made it even hotter. Kel's legs flailed and curled around his head and shoulders while his hands did their best to hold her still. She moaned sweetly in mounting pleasure, but then let out a loud, guttural "Yes" when one of Kenny's hands drifted up to meet his mouth. The muscles in Kenny's back began to fire and his arm became a slow piston, and Kel's sweet moans turned into wanton cries.Kel's breathing turned into desperate gasps, and I heard what sounded like words suddenly escape her throat, but I couldn't make them out. I rewound the video multiple times, desperately trying to make out the sounds, and it was on the third watch that I recognized the sublime syllables:"I'm cumming!"From there her legs wrapped tight around Kenny and she began to writhe. His free arm gripped her body tightly to keep her as still as possible as he guided her through a raucous orgasm, her cries coming in concert with thrashing, shifting bedsheets.I wanted so badly to free my cock and enjoy this to the fullest extent, but I had a job that evening, and wanted to make sure I had a full tank.After coming down from her orgasm, Kel and Kenny relaxed on the bed together for a quiet sweet moment. I could hear their low voices, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Kel's liege shifted and slid against each other idly while Kenny's hand gently ran over her flat stomach and shifting thighs.

3618 – April 9, 2025 – They Are as Dishonest as The DEVIL – YESTERDAY I SAID, “KEEP YOUR EYES ON ALL THESE GUYS. (AND GALS)” They are as dishonest as the devil! There is NO TRUTH in them, and I believe no true good intentions. Have you heard a word lately about the egg market, since President Trump and ... The post They Are as Dishonest as The DEVIL appeared first on CSC Talk Radio.

Stupid News 4-8-2025 8am ...There must be more to Item One …Who Bit the Flight Attendant? …What? A Dishonest Tarot Card Reader

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Honesty seems to be an increasingly rare commodity in the 21st Century. Cheating the Govt at least a little is a common practice. The shop assistant is astonished, but pleased, when one hands back money when you have been given too much change after making a purchase!We read today a parable Jesus told about a manager who worked for a rich man and who was doing his job poorly and “wasting his possessions” [Luke 16 v.1]. This man had his mind fully set on this life and when he learnt he was going to lose his job he began “summoning his master's debtors one by one”[v.5]. He comes to an arrangement with them to reduce the records about how much they owe his Master: this will obligate them to give him some support when he loses his job.The rich man commends “the dishonest manager for his shrewdness” saying, “for the sons of this world are more shrewd in their dealing with their own generation than the sons of light” [v.8]. It appears to be a cynical observation and is followed by a strange statement, “And I tell you make friends for yourselves by means of unrighteous wealth, so that when it fails they may receive you into eternal dwellings.” [v.8,9]The point Jesus is making is that the “eternal dwellings” of the unrighteous are their tombs – and some elaborate tombs have been found by archaeologists, including the tomb of the High Priest's family – a miniature replica of the Temple. This is the only future they will have because they have made money (and the things it can buy) their main objective in life. Note Jesus' words, “One who is dishonest in very little is also dishonest in much. If you have not been faithful in the unrighteous wealth, who will entrust to you the true riches?” [v.11]Our Lord's final point is “You cannot serve God and money.” [v.13] We then read; “the Pharisees, who were lovers of money heard all these things and they ridiculed him. And he said to them, ‘You are those who justify yourselves before men, but God knows your hearts.” [v.14,15] They were blind to the reality of the all-seeing eyes of God. We must not be blind in this way, or in any spiritual sense, being honest and true in our thinking in much more than money.]

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The news of Texas covered today includes:Our Lone Star story of the day: Legislators in the Texas House are finally hearing the HB3, school choice legislation, in the public education committee today. Expect nothing but lies from the Democrats and the long line of “witnesses” they'll have. Start with State Rep. James Talarico, a committee member, who claims that 70-percent of public school parents oppose school choice. Even the Left-leaning polls have shown overwhelming support for school choice in Texas.Texas Senators have a good point and good timing: Message to President Trump is to get Texas' water from Mexico while all the hardball negotiating is going on.Our Lone Star story of the day is sponsored by Allied Compliance Services providing the best service in DOT, business and personal drug and alcohol testing since 1995.Illegal immigration and border news: ICE leads massive immigration operation, nabbing nearly 650 illegal aliens in Texas – a great start but numbers-wise it is hardly even a drop in the proverbial bucket. Flag-lowering ceremony closes CBP tent processing site on South Texas border Mexican Government Tried to Take Credit for Meth Seized by U.S. Authorities at Texas border Rashida Tlaib Casts Lone Vote Against Bill Requiring Reports on Cartel Smuggling Tunnels Under Border – hmmm, what other group does she support that brings murder and mahem to innocent people via tunnels? Following the outsider gutting of Neiman-Marcus, the same types are destroying Southwest Airlines: Southwest Airlines abandons famous free checked bags policy.Listen on the radio, or station stream, at 5pm Central. Click for our radio and streaming affiliates.www.PrattonTexas.com

New York metal singer and rapper Mizzie from the X introduces us to Doja Cat's debut album, Amala. We explore Doja's complicated persona and reckless online presence. Mizzie explains how Doja's freewheeling art continually inspires her in hip hop, heavy metal and beyond.Mizzie has released two albums with her metal band Dishonest Escape and last year she launched her rap career with the debut single, "Ivy."Subscribe so you don't miss an episode of At First Listen!Follow us on Instagram at @AtFirstListenPodcast.(Episode 27.)

In this episode, Alex gives his reaction and analysis to Trump's address to Congress last night. He talks about how this address both bored him and worried him to his core. The speech was hyperpartisan, vengeful, dishonest, and also the longest in modern presidential history. Alex is finally convinced that Trump will never be able to be the president for all Americans and also is shocked by how much control Trump has over the party and the country. As many Americans struggle with higher cost of living prices, Trump mainly focused on lies and culture war issues. Of course, Republicans gave him a standing ovation on almost everything (including tariffs). 

You have heard the term people pleasing, but have you heard the phrase dishonest harmony? I want to share with you how those two words have changed my life and I believe they can change your life too. Dishonest harmony is in the family of people pleasing, yet somehow way more powerful. I have openings for new one on one clients.   amyloganlife.com Also!!!! ---> Join me and 10 other amazing humans for my new online coaching course The Momma Trauma Map. More information here https://www.amyloganlife.com/the-momm... If you struggle with a primary relationship in your life, this group coaching course may just be the missing piece to your healing. Sign up for my weekly newsletter @ amyloganlife.com

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 The Life Expectancy of a Japanese is 84.75 years. Only Monaco has a higher  Life Expectancy of 89.75 years.Never the less Japan has over 50000 people over 100 years old…They are thinner, working harder and best until they die…Without a purpose, nobody can live long… The Japanese are well known for their focus and goal setting.And the purpose should not chase for excitement.The purpose should be based on honesty and good outcome regardless if this is boring…And the Japanese are very honest.Attitude is everything.Dishonest people can't see where they are wrong and can't so live on an optimum… If we are honest and if we want to be happy we don't look for short time happiness or a  short time gratification.We look for a healthy lifestyle. The Japanese products are famous for their quality and last a long time.People who are working and don't care for the outcome live shorter because their focus is on short time satisfaction/happiness.Why?  If we focus on a good outcome we focus also to live long… Because we want to gain from our work in the long term, that means a longer life.The Diet of the Japanese is a good mixture of rice, veggies, and fish. The Japanese avoid high-calorie food and eat easy to digest food. … For sure the Japanese don't eat that awful pizza (pizza needs over one-day digestion… ) or tarts…  Still, 90% of the population use a Microwave oven. And the Japanese are thinner than the average person from Europe, America, and Thailand… The Japanese (90% of the adults, 98% of the kids) love to walk or to ride on a bicycle to their work/school…and love to exercise …The Japanese care for the elderly, parents and grandparents.They learn easy to socialize and go often out with their colleges … The separation between work and leisure time is not so much.My Video: Why do the Japanese live longer? https://youtu.be/4pMNuwz5WW0My Audio: https://divinesuccess.net/wp-content/uploads/2021/Podcast.B/Why-do-the-Japanese-live-longer.mp3

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America aims to avoid nuclear war by relying on the principle of 'mutually assured destruction,' right? Wrong. Or at least... not officially.As today's guest — Jeffrey Lewis, founder of Arms Control Wonk and professor at the Middlebury Institute of International Studies — explains, in its official 'OPLANs' (military operation plans), the US is committed to 'dominating' in a nuclear war with Russia. How would they do that? "That is redacted."Rebroadcast: this episode was originally released in December 2022.Links to learn more, highlights, and full transcript.We invited Jeffrey to come on the show to lay out what we and our listeners are most likely to be misunderstanding about nuclear weapons, the nuclear posture of major powers, and his field as a whole, and he did not disappoint.As Jeffrey tells it, 'mutually assured destruction' was a slur used to criticise those who wanted to limit the 1960s arms buildup, and was never accepted as a matter of policy in any US administration. But isn't it still the de facto reality? Yes and no.Jeffrey is a specialist on the nuts and bolts of bureaucratic and military decision-making in real-life situations. He suspects that at the start of their term presidents get a briefing about the US' plan to prevail in a nuclear war and conclude that "it's freaking madness." They say to themselves that whatever these silly plans may say, they know a nuclear war cannot be won, so they just won't use the weapons.But Jeffrey thinks that's a big mistake. Yes, in a calm moment presidents can resist pressure from advisors and generals. But that idea of ‘winning' a nuclear war is in all the plans. Staff have been hired because they believe in those plans. It's what the generals and admirals have all prepared for.What matters is the 'not calm moment': the 3AM phone call to tell the president that ICBMs might hit the US in eight minutes — the same week Russia invades a neighbour or China invades Taiwan. Is it a false alarm? Should they retaliate before their land-based missile silos are hit? There's only minutes to decide.Jeffrey points out that in emergencies, presidents have repeatedly found themselves railroaded into actions they didn't want to take because of how information and options were processed and presented to them. In the heat of the moment, it's natural to reach for the plan you've prepared — however mad it might sound.In this spicy conversation, Jeffrey fields the most burning questions from Rob and the audience, in the process explaining:Why inter-service rivalry is one of the biggest constraints on US nuclear policyTwo times the US sabotaged nuclear nonproliferation among great powersHow his field uses jargon to exclude outsidersHow the US could prevent the revival of mass nuclear testing by the great powersWhy nuclear deterrence relies on the possibility that something might go wrongWhether 'salami tactics' render nuclear weapons ineffectiveThe time the Navy and Air Force switched views on how to wage a nuclear war, just when it would allow *them* to have the most missilesThe problems that arise when you won't talk to people you think are evilWhy missile defences are politically popular despite being strategically foolishHow open source intelligence can prevent arms racesAnd much more.Chapters:Cold open (00:00:00)Rob's intro (00:01:05)The interview begins (00:03:31)Misconceptions in the effective altruism community (00:06:24)Nuclear deterrence (00:18:18)Dishonest rituals (00:28:59)Downsides of generalist research (00:32:55)“Mutual assured destruction” (00:39:00)Budgetary considerations for competing parts of the US military (00:52:35)Where the effective altruism community can potentially add the most value (01:02:57)Gatekeeping (01:12:46)Strengths of the nuclear security community (01:16:57)Disarmament (01:27:40)Nuclear winter (01:39:36)Attacks against US allies (01:42:28)Most likely weapons to get used (01:45:53)The role of moral arguments (01:47:22)Salami tactics (01:52:43)Jeffrey's disagreements with Thomas Schelling (01:57:42)Why did it take so long to get nuclear arms agreements? (02:01:54)Detecting secret nuclear facilities (02:04:01)Where Jeffrey would give $10M in grants (02:06:28)The importance of archival research (02:11:45)Jeffrey's policy ideas (02:20:45)What should the US do regarding China? (02:27:52)What should the US do regarding Russia? (02:32:24)What should the US do regarding Taiwan? (02:36:09)Advice for people interested in working on nuclear security (02:38:06)Rob's outro (02:39:45)Producer: Keiran HarrisAudio mastering: Ben CordellTranscriptions: Katy Moore

A Time WarpBy FinalStand. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.What follows is a diversion from the central storyline, but it is crucial to understanding why certain members of the supporting cast are behaving the way they are.808 BCE near Halab in what is today's Northern Syria:For me, Cael Nyilas, it was a return to last night's horrifying scene that engulfed me. The screams of dying horses and moribund men crying the pantheon of life's final regrets. Blood, piss, voided bowels and the stench of comingled sweat and leather filled my nostrils. The true cacophony of battle was all about. The battle shock faded into an innocuous background distraction.In my heart of hearts, I felt at ease, even content. We were cut off and surrounded yet hardly hopeless. Men, my brothers-in-arms and the younger noble sons of Assur and Nineveh combined to put a press of shields, armor and flesh encircling us. Those 'pampered' aristocrats stank with fear and well they should. Death was still possible before their relief arrived.I hurt, Shara (my deity?), I was wounded, but it meant nothing. I laughed; a primitive version of 'atheists and foxholes' passing through my mind. This body had lived through much worse. The closest man, her deceased husband's cousin, and I lifted the shattered wooden chariot off the person our circle was centered on. My arm was extended to her.She was glorious, fierce and half-drunk with battle lust. I could feel her talon-like fingers through the leather and 'parzillu' scales guarding my bicep. She half jumped and was half pulled to her feet. Her kinsman presented her 'misplaced' sword, hilt first. In her eyes, I saw the burning intensity of the Shamash (Sun God, consort of Aya?) at the height of the Burning Season.Her martial mirth exceeded any other noise as it passed her lips."You took your time getting here," Shammuramat taunted me, not a true reproach. "I was so bored, I decide to take a nap in the shade of my conveniently overturned chariot." She defied all fortunes that conspired toward her demise; her own breed of madness."You looked so peaceful in your sleep, I didn't want to wake you," I bantered back. Her 'kinsman' scowled at my familiarity with his monarch. My champions, more like brothers to me than any kin born of my blood, had carved a gory swath to her stranded bodyguard. Mounted on Median steeds, we had pressed back the entourages of two Aramean kings bent on her violent passing.A barricade of overturned, or unattended chariots gave us space to dismount and perform our very visible rescue mission. All the pieces were right where she wanted them; everything unfolding according to her plan. Focus the enemy in the center with her person and the banner of Assur while the rest of her chariots and all of her cavalry swept through an unguarded wadi and fell upon them from behind.Brilliant. Somewhat less brilliant when faced with the desperate energy of our enemies, but her victory was already a certainty. The allied Western Kings were sure my command was attempting to snatch the Queen back to the safety of her infantry. Those hardy, foot-bound souls were still holding their own against the greater mass of the enemy footmen.The children of rebellious nobles bent every bit of their remaining energy, squandered their last reserves to ensure Shammuramat didn't escape. If the positons were reversed, they would have eagerly abandoned their troops and sought safety to the rear. The idea of Shammuramat being overwrought with terror was absurd.Our opponents' bellows for our blood turned into wails of despair. The charging, plumaged steeds of Assyria had appeared behind them. Our enemies had nothing left to slow the new arrivals down, much less stop them. For those who dared defy Shammuramat, Queen of all the Akkadians, the slaughter was just beginning."Come 'Alal' (that was me); I promised 'Atarshumki' I would kick his head over his own city walls before sunset and I always keep my promises," she shoved one of my horse-holders aside and took one of my steeds. 'Alal' was not the name my father gave me. It meant destroyer and it was blasphemy to lay claim to it."Killing kings will cost you extra," was my impious response.Assyrians nobility barely tolerated mercenaries most of the time. My men and I didn't care. I hadn't taken up the killing business to make friends and my troops felt the same way. What mattered to us was that their coin was good and delivered on time. That was a good thing because whores and merchants were loath to advance 'our kind' anything on credit."I'll meet you half way," she grinned manically at me while my fighters and I raced for our mounts. (Saving the junior nobility wasn't what she were paying us for.) "I'll let you take any prince you capture as a hostage." I nodded. My men cheered hungrily, despite the choking dust. As long as I didn't get too greedy, the Kings would pay for their sons. Now we had to capture the bastards."Tūbātu," I reminded them. 'Goodwill'. It was a polite way of saying 'stop your chariot, rest your arms and your mother won't have to come begging for your corpse'. It was best to let opposing nobility keep their dignity in our business. Today's enemy might be tomorrow's paymaster.I blinked and things changed.Planting followed harvest and harvest followed planting. It had long ago become a blur. Shammuramat had grown older. Her first son became king when he was of age. I had long exceeded my welcome and my desire to stay. I was fixed to this small patch of the greater world by a rare emotion, empathy.It had come out of nowhere. We were campaigning against the Scythians raiding over the Zagros Mountains and followed them into Urartu. Night had fallen and I walked the camp as was my habit; being killed a few times in your sleep will make you err on the side of caution. Shammuramat was gazing out over the river Arkas."I though all the scouts have returned," I asked as I stepped to her side. A cool, early autumn breeze blew down the valley, tossing a few loose locks of her greying hair. She always had one patch shorn short which made her left-side braids prone to unwind."They have. We head back for Nineveh with the dawn," she murmured, her mind elsewhere."Do you ever dream of home?" she asked me out of the blue."No. I don't dream anymore. I rarely sleep and if I did, I would hope to dream of something less boring," I snorted in amusement. She had never talked about her home, to anyone as far as I knew."You will be going to Lydia when winter comes," she stated tensely."King Gyges needs someone with experience beating Cimmerians," I answered. The true reason was that I was no longer welcome on the Assyrian payroll because I insisted on recruiting only non-Assyrians into the ranks of my ferociously effective little band of one hundred; never more and rarely less."Shemtsu is a fool," she grumbled."That is unfair," I countered. My willingness to argue with her was one of my charms in her eyes. "He is an excellent Treasurer and he makes sure your vassals pay their tribute on time and in its full amount."The silence was hurtful to me because Shammuramat was never one to obfuscate her thoughts, especially around me. It was one of her charms, to my way of thinking."Salmu Eretu, the northern night sky has no answers for what ails you. Get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to start out cold before it bakes us." I called her 'Black Cloud' in Akkadian.I had first used that name twenty years ago to insult her, highlighting her tempestuous nature. In the Assyrian court, having just received recognition for my quick thinking, Shammuramat had belittled my accomplishment, throwing my body between her, her unborn child (the man who was now not-so-gently ushering me to the border) and a Kassite noble and his retainer bent on killing them both.Had my deed not been witnessed by half a dozen reliable sources, I wouldn't even have received that tawdry token."He sought glory without risk," she spat out her insult in a Hittite tongue alien to this court. Unfortunately for us both, I had worked for a Babylonian family for a few generations and they had been kind enough to turn me from an illiterate commoner to a man of some education.Ironically, they even taught me my native cuneiform long after my birthplace was barely a memory."Well aren't you a black cloud on an otherwise waste of a day," I replied somewhat bitterly. Her eyes widened, then narrowed and then I heard her laugh for the first time."Should I tell them what you said?" she mocked me and my predicament."But of course," I grunted in Akkadian. I'd screwed up. My inner thoughts were 'please not decapitation, please not decapitation' because getting my head on straight after that was a real bitch."You've been nothing but a black cloud bent on turning the choking dust at my feet into a grasping, muddy morass. Why stop now?" I announced loudly. If you are going to die, die well. Having died too many times to count, remembering my last words were all I had left to look forward to.The guards, familiar with the Queen's temper and stunned into inaction by me clearly embracing a long, messy death, stood around uselessly. Had I been allowed a weapon in the royal presence, I might have thought which one to kill first."I gift you, a lowborn man of the South (Sumerian), with honors and you respond by insulting my wife?" King, Shamshi Adad V growled as he rose from his throne."Husband," she stood to join him. I thought it was a pity she rarely smiled. "You asked that I too give a gift to my savior and the savior of our son (all unborn babies were sons back then until roughly half had the audacity to gender switch while exiting the womb). I have chosen." I was expecting my life for the moment and a day's head start to the border."It is your choice to make," the King allowed."From this day, until my passing, this man may always speak his mind in our lands," she demanded. She had a habit of fatally correcting anyone who saw her as less than co-ruler. The hesitation was deafening."As you will," Shamshi Adad V acquiesced to yet another of his wife's odd 'requests'. From that day forth we had been fast friends. She never asked about my immortality, where I was from, or how I ended up with my elite band of professional killers. I returned the favor. It was an unspoken understanding that in a few years, or decades, she would die and I would leave, not necessarily in that order. We had shared more years than I had given to any one person in quite some time."There is nothing left for me but ash," she declared with morbid certainty."Should any of us expect any better?" I did my best to offer words of comfort she would accept."Oh no," her noise was too bitter to be a laugh. "I had my own 'Life beyond Death' and it was stolen from me, along with my birthright.""We are chasing the thieves?" I asked."Yes and no," her face grew grim once more. "These were not the ones I was looking for. They share some bonds with some of the Scythian tribes who live on the far side of the Sea of Death (the Black Sea). These raiders weren't from those tribes.""Why are you turning back?" I questioned. "You know your Assyrians are loyal. They will follow wherever you lead. Your son won't begrudge you these few hundred. I'll come too.""Why?" she turned and looked into my eyes. She still had that blazing fire in her eyes. She was teasing me. If she asked, I too would follow and my men would follow me."The Scythians have been raiding the Lands of the Two Rivers from, well, before I graduated from 'spear for hire' to a 'seeker of a mastery of war'. The rich plunder of their camps will provide plenty of incentive for my men plus we can sell the horses when we come back," I stated."I do not have the years left to spend on such a campaign," she sighed. I had never heard a hint of defeat in her speech before. It was unsettling and rather tragic."I have squandered my years in marriage, being Queen and raising my boys. I tried to make Assyria my new family and I am revealed to be a fool. You had it right. We will always be outlanders. No matter how brave, loyal, just and smart, we would never be allowed in their sanctimonious circle," she said. "You. I should have ridden off with you after my first born was acknowledged (the present King Adad-nirari the 3rd).""We could have gathered up some more fighters, ridden over shattered Phrygia, to the narrows (Bosporus) and into the lands of the Thracians. There is a legend of a great river that pours out from the western shore of the Death Sea. What I seek is up that river.""How many would we face?" I grew equally serious."One," she coughed. "Me." My confusion was obvious. "I am not asking you to fight me, Alal. I want you to come back for me.""I can't. That is not how it works," I stated."How does it work then?" she looked into my eyes. The fire was there, but banked and waning. I didn't say anything. "I have never seen, or heard of you entering a temple.""Your men go. You do not stop them, but you have given up any pretense of worship," she pressed. "Do you not believe that anything exists beyond your senses?""I believe," I sighed. "I believe people are fools for giving offering, pledging their fidelity, pleading for mercy, or extending thanks to any deity. Those Shar-an (gnats) do as they will, unless it is to punish us for treating them like the spoiled children they are."Shammuramat regained her long-stilled laughter."I have always felt a kinship with you through our mutual bitterness.""Bitterness comes with familiarity," I snorted in amusement. Lovers had passion. We shared a simmering anger that came from being irredeemably wronged."I was born Baraqu, the first son of a potter in some city that no longer matters. I was a failure as a potter and an embarrassment to my house and my clan," I began a story I hadn't told another soul in, I couldn't recall. "In those days, the Priest-Kings declared wars and demanded each clan of the city give forth a certain number of males to fight. My family volunteered me and two rowdy cousins.Outside the gates, my clan elder gave each of us a cowhide shield and a spear with a small spindle of copper at the tip so we wouldn't think it was a staff. We marched, I forget which city we were fighting that time. Three days later we found the enemy behind a deep irrigation ditch that had dried out for the season. Our orders were simple, 'There they are. Attack!'My elder was at the back of our mob, making sure none of us ran away. My older cousin made it across the ditch first, but was speared twice; once in the right kidney, I can still remember my first sight of blood, and once, piercing the shield and lodging in his ribcage. My second cousin and I were pushed from behind into the fighting. I stabbed at one shield, doing no harm.Then my surviving cousin's morale broke and he tried to claw his way back into our ranks. He was stabbed in the back, his dying body tangling with mine and bearing us both to the ground. I saw this howling mad face over me. He was a commoner, like me, driven to violence by the terror of battle. His shoddily crafted spear plunged first into my right lung. The second stab found my heart. I died.From there, my spirit fell down toward the wretched dank caverns where all pitiful lowborn dregs are doomed to end up without hope of parole. Instead of endless misery, the Goddess Sarrat Irkalli appeared before me, barring my descent. With icy claws, she trisected my soul. I cannot begin to describe that agony. She snatched up my tattered bits and dragged me back into the world.Sarrat Irkalli is Goddess of the Netherworld, whispered a word that penetrated my brain through the left ear of my cooling corpse. It was an utterance so catastrophic to the fabric of the Veil I dare not repeat it even now.Baraqu? she blew a dark wind upon the first bit of my essence and it flew away.Cael, she whispered to the second portion and off it went in another direction. You are Baraqu no more. The second name was meaningless to me at the time but my name. Do you know that if you have your true name, your spirit can not find its way to your reward, no matter how foul, or pleasing? To the third part of my soul. I name you Alal, he who stands witness to the end of all he desires; their destroyer. Powerful yet powerless.}With that, she left me. My body was stiff from being dead so long. The next few hours were extremely painful. The Sun had set and the Moon was not in evidence. Jackals barked and hyenas laughed as they fought and feasted on the dead. I pushed the body of my cousin off me then crawled down into the ditch to hide. Hardly the reaction of a hero.""Not the actions of the man I know," Shammuramat smirked. "So, your name is Baraqu.""Was and I never much liked the name," I countered. "The priests gave it to me because right before my naming ceremony, a bolt of lightning from a spring storm struck the temple of Shara. So they named me Baraqu, which means 'struck by lightning'.""That sound likes a good name," the Queen Dowager regarded me."That is the noble meaning. The common meaning is less eloquent, it means 'idiot'."Another deep laugh from my treasured compatriot. So few had ever mattered so much to me."Struck by lightning, stricken dumb," she guffawed. "Still not the 'you' I know.""What does the other name mean?""I have no idea. In all my travels I have never found a people familiar with it," I shrugged. She looked out over the low waves lapping against the stony shore."No explanation?" she grudgingly inquired. She had wanted me to continue."No. I have never again come face to face with Sarrat Irkalli, been visited by a messenger, divine, or demonic, received an omen, or any otherworldly presence of any kind," I shrugged. I was long past any resentment. "After the battle I made my way back home, we'd lost, and resumed my life for a few years. My father took the excuse of me 'letting' my kinsmen die to place my younger brother over me.I didn't care. I always hated being a potter, so I ended up being a piddling nuisance all the time and a drunken brawler whenever I had wrangled some beer. I was always the first choice of my clan to send into battle. Despite my lack of training, I began surviving more battles than I died in. At some point, the priests began getting suspicious that I was still hanging around my great-grandnephew's house, so my house Elder suggested I leave the city.I was given a nice copper-headed mace that I had taken in a recent skirmish. Tradition dictated I offer it to the Elder, so he could give it back to me as a sign of my value to the clan. He had taken it for his own. Now he was giving it back out of fear that it held some part of my taint. I had no idea how to live on my own. Two days out, I was robbed and murdered for the first, but not last, time. That inaugural event, I got really angry and hunted those two farmers down.I got my mace back. I also relieved them of an onager, three slaves and a few ingots of silver. I guessed they had been rather successful robbers until they met me."

Dinner with the Archbishop of CanterburyA Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. On Monday afternoon, a letter arrived at the vicarage that took Reverend Morris by surprise."I don't believe this!" He gasped, reading the letter out loud to Jenna. "It's from Bishop George. He says that Justin Welby, the Archbishop of Canterbury is planning to visit next week.""Whoa, " Jenna spluttered."Yup. You and I have been invited to dine at Bishop George's place. Apparently the Archbishop is visiting several dioceses, and parish churches, and for some bizarre reason, humble little St. Michael's church has caught his eye! Bishop George states that I'll be receiving a letter from the Archbishop over the next few days, outlining the reason for his visit.""Wow, what a tremendous honor for you, Simon!" Jenna smiled, flinging her arms around him. "Well you're the best vicar ever, so he obviously wants to give you some sort of award!""Hmm, maybe?" Reverend Morris re-read the letter. "This is totally unexpected, and a bit bizarre. I can't get my head round it.""I remember seeing Justin Welby give that speech when we were watching the Queen's funeral." Jenna said. "And to think, we're going to get to meet him! This is really exciting!""I wish I shared your optimism my love, but I can't help but thinking that there's a catch."A few days later, Reverend Morris' fears were confirmed when a second letter arrived."I don't believe this!" The vicar lamented as he read the Archbishop's letter. "It has come to the Archbishop's attention that there is a big plaque in St. Michael's church that commemorates a local man called Henry Barrington-Smythe, who died in 1695 and worshipped at the church. According to the covert research conducted by the Archbishop, Henry once owned a horse that he sold to someone whose second cousin twice removed, was involved in the slave trade.""I can see how that could be seen as quite triggering in this day and age," Jenna said. "But I'm sure the horse wasn't bothered."Reverend Morris slapped his forehead. "Oh this is a nightmare. The Archbishop recommends that the plaque is removed. It's not that simple though. It's actually carved into the wall, near the organ pipes. To remove it, would cause terrible damage to the wall! Our little church is so old, and we've worked so hard to fundraise to repair the roof."Jenna narrowed her eyes, seeing how distressed her husband was. This situation needed rectifying immediately."Simon, try not to worry. When we dine at Bishop George's place, you will have the chance to put your point across to the Archbishop. Has he made this information about the plaque public?""No," Reverend Morris replied. "To be honest, I know hardly anything about this Henry Barrington-Smythe chap. I Googled him once, and information was really scarce. Nothing on Wikipedia. A few obscure paragraphs on the parish register. He was vicar here during the 1670s and left a lot of money to the church in his will."Jenna smiled. "Oh good. So what we have here is a controlled situation.""For now. I expect he'll tweet all about it after the meeting."We'll see about that, Jenna thought to herself.The day of the meeting arrived. Reverend Morris anxiously fiddled with his clerical collar and kept checking his watch. Nearly time to set off to Bishop George's house.Presently, Jenna came breezing into the sitting room, where her husband stood, gazing out of the window at the front garden beyond. In a pale pink gown, pearl cross earrings, and her red hair swept back, she looked more suited to a red carpet event in Hollywood than a sober meal with the clergy."Do I look alright?" She asked, knowing full well what Reverend Morris' response would be."Oh my God, wow, you look absolutely beautiful as always, Jenna. Right well, we'd better get going.""Try not to worry, Simon." She said, kissing him. "It might not be as bad as it seems."He sighed. "St. Michael's church means so much to me. I treasure its heritage. You and I, we've both worked so hard to build up its congregation, raise money to restore the roof, the stained glass windows and to fix the dry rot in the vestry.""And we shall continue to treasure it. Don't you worry. Things might turn out alright. I'm sure an acceptable compromise can be reached.""I hope so."They headed to the car. A plan was forming in Jenna's mind. Justin Welby isn't the best-looking of men, she thought. Mind you, I don't plan on looking at his face,Bishop George was stood at the door of his home when Jenna and Reverend Morris arrived."Great to see you both!" He smiled. "Can't say I'm happy at what the Big Boss is proposing here.""You and me both, George," Simon sighed. Jenna winked at the bishop."Right, do go in, make yourself comfortable, there are refreshments waiting. Dinner shall be served at six. Bishop Finch was supposed to be here too, you remember him? Alas, he cried off. Dishonest and he drinks. Good bishops are so hard to find these days, eh?" Bishop George ushered him in. As Jenna walked past, he winked back at her."I've got your red lace panties on tonight," he whispered."A great choice!" Jenna whispered back.Reverend Morris sipped a sherry as he nervously awaited the Archbishop's arrival. Five minutes later, there was the sound of a car door being slammed shut, and Bishop George could be heard welcoming someone."He's coming," Reverend Morris gulped. "Why do I feel like a little kid about to be sent to detention?""God is with us," Jenna replied, patting his thigh.Bishop George entered the room. "It is a great pleasure to welcome our Archbishop of Canterbury, Justin Welby, to dine with us this evening. Jenna and her husband stood up."Oh good, he's come alone," Jenna smiled, fearing that his wife might have accompanied him. He was clad in a grey jacket, with black shirt, black trousers, a clerical collar and a large cross round his neck.Everyone shook hands. "Ah, Reverend Morris," the Archbishop began. "The vicar of St. Michael's. Nice to meet you at last.""Thank you, Your Grace. And this is Jenna, my wife."Jenna was quick to offer her hand. "I've wanted to meet you for such a long time, Your Grace. You're sitting next to me at the table!"The vicar's young and stunning wife had certainly caused the Archbishop to raise an eyebrow. "Am I? Well lucky old me. I am very honored!" Privately, he was astonished that the mild-mannered vicar of St. Michael's had managed to pull such a gorgeous woman. He was normally immune to such things, but found himself rather shamefully gawping at Jenna's cleavage."What a mercy she wasn't at the Queen's funeral," he said to himself. "If she'd been sat in the crowd, I'd have struggled to concentrate."The pre-dinner conversation between Reverend Morris, Bishop George and the Archbishop remained cordial, if not a bit overly formal. While the three men spoke, Jenna was a constant figure at the Archbishop's side; laughing at his unfunny jokes, pretending to enjoy his boring stories of ministry in Africa, inquiring about Westminster Abbey, and generally hanging on his every word like an infatuated student with her tutor.Bishop George suggested his guests seat themselves at the table in preparation for the first course. The Archbishop took his seat. On his right was Jenna, and Reverend Morris was opposite him."Bishop George is such a good cook, Reverend Morris prattled nervously. "I've dined here before and his roast dinners are something to marvel at. I, I enjoy cooking too."Sensing her husband's discomfort, Jenna cut in. "He's a much better cook than I am. Most things I cook aren't suitable for human consumption."The Archbishop chuckled. "Let us say a prayer before we dine."The first course passed without incident, but Jenna was hungry for something else. The Archbishop had launched into a lengthy monologue about hurtful plaques and statues, and Jenna sensed it was time to act. Bishop George was in the kitchen and Reverend Morris excused himself as he needed to go to the bathroom. She was alone with the leader of the Church of England, the ceremonial head of the worldwide Anglican Communion. Now was the time for the vixen to catch her prey."You've done so many impressive things during your tenure, Your Grace. Words cannot explain how much I admire you," she continued, flattering him off the scale.""Why thank you Jenna. "I appreciate your kind words!"Jenna continued. "Your Grace, I ask you as a good Christian, would you not consider dropping this little investigation into this pesky old plaque in my husband's church? Your letter has caused him a great deal of worry, you have no idea how much, "The Archbishop adjusted his glasses. "Jenna, I have no wish to cause any distress to your husband. I am simply trying to ensure that our C of E churches are inclusive to all, and devoid of harmful imagery."He had been quietly sipping his soup. Suddenly, a strange sensation made him almost drop his spoon. Something was moving up his right leg and pushing his legs apart, the mystery thing continued to rise higher, now it was nudging his inner thigh, he realized it was Jenna's hand."Are you enjoying your soup?""Um, Jenna, what are you doing?""As I was saying, your letter has stressed my husband out so much, that he and I have been unable to make love all week. Can you imagine how upsetting that has been?" Jenna continued, furtively sliding her hand across his thigh and squeezing gently.The Archbishop glanced down and then at her. "Um, well I'm very sorry to hear that."She smiled back and began rubbing his inner thigh very gently. He cleared his throat and blushed. She said nothing, but continued gently rubbing, and moving closer to that treasure she wanted to touch most of all."Do you realize what you're doing? I am a married man!" He whispered."I do, but you pride yourself on having a liberal outlook, yes? Anyways, there is a holy place I would very much like to explore, if I may be permitted to do so, if I may be so bold as to request permission from Your Grace, ""You are, a rather naughty vicar's wife," he whispered back, feeling his cheeks flushing."You haven't granted permission, Your Grace."The Archbishop took a deep breath. Why was he giving in to temptation so easily? If he refused, would she kick up a fuss? Bishop George and the vicar could return at any moment."Mrs. Morris, you may do as you wish. I am yours to explore, "This was all the permission she required. Before the Archbishop could complete his sentence, Jenna reached across the startled man's lap and quickly unzipped his trousers. He could not believe the dexterity and speed at which his beautiful assailant nimbly accomplished the task. He shot an astonished wide-eyed glance at the temptress seated next to him. Guessing his thoughts, Jenna flashed a mischievous smile and said, "Your Grace. I heard that there's a name for a bishop's staff. It's called a crosier. Am I right?""Er, yes. That's right."Jenna swiftly freed the Archbishop's staff from his white boxer shorts. He may not have been the most handsome of men, but he had a gorgeous cock. It wasn't a monstrous length like Father Aiden's or thick like Gordon's, but it was impressive all the same. Definitely holy!The Archbishop's back stiffened and he caught his breath as he felt Jenna's soft, warm fingers wrap around his engorged fuck pole. The touch from this ravishing young beauty in the most sensual of spots sent chills throughout his body. He suppressed a gentle moan in the back of this throat as Jenna began to slowly run her hand up and down the shaft.She knew to vary the speed of her up and down motion, and could sense when the Archbishop was reaching peak ecstasy. Before he could achieve sexual release, Jenna slowed her pace or altered the movement in order to delay gratification. She wanted the Most Reverend's pleasure to extend for as long as possible. Jenna explored every feature along the length of her newest conquest's fleshy sceptre. Her delicate fingers rippled over the veiny surface, massaged the soft foreskin, and gently squeezed the head. When she reached the shaft's base, the eager filly worked her slender digits along the Archbishop's inner thigh and cupped his balls, juggling them with her fingertips."Your Grace, I beg of you. I want to go further and worship properly. However I cannot do this unless you agree to scrap your suggestion that St. Michael's remove its plaque to Henry Barrington-Smythe. Let him and his horse rest in peace, yes? Neither of them kept slaves. I'm sure Henry sold his horse in good faith and had no idea what links the buyer had. A few years ago I gave my old smartphone to a woman at work who turned out to be a massive fan of Cliff Richard. Some might say that was a crime against humanity."The Archbishop was desperate to come. Sweat had broken out on his forehead and his glasses were steaming up. "Okay, you have my word," he sighed. "I'll scrap the whole thing!""Thankyou, .dear Justin!" She said, using his Christian name for the first time. Carefully, Jenna removed one of her earrings. The Archbishop had to stifle a gasp as she slid out of her chair and under the table. "God," he murmured, almost incredulous at her conviction and boldness. Then with almost no hesitation, she dropped her head and closed her mouth around his throbbing shaft.The Most Reverend's breathing started to become more rapid and shallow, an indication Jenna recognized as signaling her oral exertions would soon be ending. Wanting to provide the head of the church with the greatest amount of pleasure possible, Jenna's grand finale was to deep throat his cock and vigorously jerk up and down on it. This motion had the desired effect within moments, as a muffled groan escaped the Archbishop's mouth. Jenna felt the holy rod in her mouth recoil as it shot a mighty stream of pearl-colored ejaculate down her throat. This first round was quickly followed by a second and then a third as the Most Reverend's balls unloaded their thick, milky contents. Jenna swallowed and savored every drop. It is a truth not universally acknowledged, that the taste of a man, especially a man of God, is the finest taste in the world, she thought. A final spurt missed its target and splashed down her cleavage.Only after the last discharge was launched and the Archbishop leaned back in his chair exhausted and sweaty, did Jenna finally withdraw.The Archbishop jolted in panic as Bishop George and Reverend Morris returned to the dining room. He quickly poured himself a glass of water and swallowed it. He wondered how to warn Jenna, but she'd already sensed it was time to return to her seat."I'm sorry I was so long," Reverend Morris mumbled. "Call of nature and all that.""And silly me, I forgot to turn the oven up, but worry not, the roast beef is nearly ready!" Bishop George replied."Understood," panted the Archbishop, wiping his glasses.Bishop George tilted his head at his Jenna's empty chair, and the movement under the table. He raised the tablecloth."Oh I say, Jenna. Have you lost something?""Just my pearl earring," she calmly replied. "But fortunately, I have now found it."Bishop George nodded and gave a wry smile. "So I see. And you seem to have gained a pearl necklace too!"A Ghost Appears at the Methodist Church"What are your thoughts on ghosts, Jen?" Reverend Morris said as he climbed into bed.Jenna reclined next to her husband, and ran a finger through his chest hair. "Hmm, never given them much thought. I keep an open mind. I've never seen one myself, but I'd like to! I wouldn't be scared. Just really fascinated.""I might get to see one tomorrow. I've just had a rather desperate email from Reverend Marsha Ewing over at the Oakwood Road Methodist Church. She's at her wits end. Says her church has been haunted by a persistent ghost ever since Halloween. She's tried walking around splashing holy water on the walls, saying a prayer of deliverance, but to no avail. The church has had to remain closed all week.""Whoa, that ghost must really like the Methodist church then!" Jenna said. "I haven't been in there since I was a little girl. My gran is a Methodist. I remember going to a few services. I remember it being light and airy inside, with the white balcony and pale yellow walls.""Well it's not just any old ghost that's taken up residence there. Reverend Ewing is adamant says that it's the ghost of John Wesley.""What, the John Wesley? The founder of Methodism?" Jenna blinked."Yes. That's the bit I find really hard to believe. Not saying that Reverend Ewing is lying of course. I just can't understand why John Wesley of all people, would choose to return to this earthly realm. I mean, he was a true servant of God, a good man, who preached to the masses and led a long, pious life. Why would his soul suddenly become restless and earthbound?"Jenna was fascinated. "Maybe he didn't choose to return. Maybe someone or something lured him back, and he's got trapped somehow? Don't they say on All Hallow's Eve, the barrier between the dead and the living is broken and the dead can pop back for a visit? Or something?""Good theory!" Reverend Morris replied. "Wesley did visit the site where the Oakwood church now stands. The church wasn't built until Victorian times, but he preached out in the open in the 1770s. The very spot where he stood is marked by a bronze statue of him. Anyways, Reverend Morris has decided to ask other members of the clergy for help. She's asked me to go along to the church tomorrow. Hopefully two vicars are better than one, and we can help John to return to the other side, so to speak.""Shouldn't Father Aiden be called along too? Like in the Exorcist?"Reverend Morris laughed. "I once watched that movie with some mates at university. I really regret eating at the time, it put me off soup for weeks. Bit different though. That was movie about demonic possession, not a haunting."Jenna thought for a while. "If you ask me, having John Wesley actually appear could be a fantastic tourism opportunity for the church. Think of the visitors it could attract. Maybe he just wanted to see one of his old worship spots again. I wish he could've brought his brother Charles along. You know how much I'm a fan of him. Did I ever tell you I once had an erotic dream about him?""No? Tell me more!""I was working as a tavern wench, when Charles arrived, weary after a long journey from Bristol. I led him to a bedchamber. He told me he was travelling to London, to visit his brother, John."Jenna rolled over and kissed him. The Reverend's tongue darted into her mouth, fondling hers. Her left arm stretched across his back with her hand resting between his shoulders. With her right hand, she reached down the front of his boxer shorts, slowly tracing up and down the length of his engorged cock with her palm."And, I helped Charles overcome his writer's block, so he was able to write Hark the Herald Angels Sing."She pulled down his boxers and rolled her tongue around the head of her husband's cock, trying to get every drop of precum."Oh, I'll never be able to think of that carol in the same way again!"Next morning, Reverend Morris headed to Oakwood Road Methodist Church. It was a small, solidly-built structure, sandwiched between a row of terraced houses, their brickwork still smoke-blackened from the days of the Industrial Revolution."This part of town never seems to change," Reverend Morris said to himself, as he parked the car. "They call it the Victorian Quarter."The vicar of Oakwood Road Methodist Church was Reverend Marsha Ewing, a jolly, middle-aged black woman. Originally from South Carolina, she'd emigrated nearly ten years ago, and put her heart and soul into running the church. Even the dismal British weather couldn't dampen her spirits. Now for the first time, she looked a little stressed."Thanks for coming, Simon," she said as he entered the church."Not at all," he replied. "Always happy to assist a fellow person of the cloth. A most unusual situation this. I've never been called upon to be a "deliverance minister" before. First time for everything I guess!""I've been going out of my mind with this. Ol' Mr. Wesley ain't for staying' quiet! I've tried everything to placate the guy but nothing works. I've tried prayer, singing hymns, talking to him. Went through the whole Ghostbusting routine. I asked Róisín, the vicar from the Living Earth Free Church to call round yesterday. She's only been in the role a few weeks, but very willing to help. We both prayed together, hoping John would find peace. But it didn't work and this morning, John appeared again, in the vestry. Took me by surprise. Started blowing papers around. And the church goes so darn cold when he appears. Actually saw him full-length today. I asked him directly, why is he so upset? He said he couldn't say why, but there's only one person who can help him. I pressed him further. He just said the person he needs lives in this town. Wouldn't say if they're male or female.""Blimey," Reverend Morris said, rubbing his chin. "That's a bit vague. It could be anyone. The population of this town is around 100,000 people! How are we ever going to find out who the right person is?""One of the wardens suggested I post something on the church's Facebook page, but I'd rather keep it all as quiet as possible. We've already had folks making hoax phone calls and posting memes and stuff on Twitter. It ain't funny. Most of my congregation are seniors. They don't want any fuss. Some of them think I'm making the whole thing up, as a sort of viral marketing campaign to increase attendance. Some of the comments online have been nasty."Reverend Morris sighed. "I'm sorry to hear that. Well, let's pray together and see if we can help John. Not sure if I'm the one he seeks, but there's only one way to find out!""Mm, hmm." Reverend Ewing nodded. "John Wesley is very dear to all of us here. He stood in the very spot where that statue is." She pointed to the bronze statue in the corner. "I don't want folks thinking I'm mocking his memory or anything. Must say I haven't experienced anything like this since the Orangeburg Incident of 1999.""The what?""Oh it was when I was back in the States. So, on the night of New Year's Eve 1999, Abraham Lincoln suddenly appeared in a branch of Walgreens. Many blamed it on drug-induced paranoia brought about by the hype of the coming Millennium.""Fascinating stuff," Reverend Morris replied. He walked over to the Wesley statue. On a table next to it, were three large, newly-lit candles."Tell me, does he look exactly like his portrait?""Oh yes. Long white hair. Dressed all in black and with preaching bands. He's a short stack too. Around five foot four? Slightly built. He looks so miserable though, like he needs a hug or something.""The state of the world right now, I think we all need a hug," Reverend Morris said. "Okay, well I'll try my best. If I fail, I'll have to give Father Aiden from St. Gregory's a call. Let's start by saying the Lord's Prayer."The flames on the candles, which had been steady, flared and writhed, drawn upward by a draft that the two of them couldn't feel. Salamanders of yellow light wriggled across the previously dark side of Reverend Ewing's face. When she looked at the candles, her eyes were as yellow as moons low on the horizon."He's coming."Quickly the candle flames subsided. The church chandeliers dimmed and brightened, dimmed and brightened, like the flickering lights in the classic old movie Gaslight. Reverend Morris felt a growing sense of fear. The temperature in the church had plummeted.He tried talking to the spirit directly. "The Lord be with you. Lift up your heart, John. I welcome to you to this place of worship. My name is Reverend Simon Morris and I, "From behind him came not a hand and not, as he might have expected, a blast of heat, but a hissing cold that first prickled the nape of his neck and then seemed to drill into the summit of his spine, through the base of his skull.Throughout all this, Reverend Ewing remained calm. "Simon," she whispered. "He's behind you."He didn't want to turn round, afraid of coming face to face with some eldritch abomination, but he summoned his courage. There, stood right behind him, as plain as day, was John Wesley himself. At first glance, he resembled any other living person, save for a faint aura of silver light surrounding him."Um, greetings to you, Mr. Wesley." The vicar stammered. He wondered why he was so afraid. Of all the dead persons one could meet, John Wesley was surely one of the nicest, most inoffensive ones.John's face relaxed into a smile. He put his hands together and bowed. "I thank you most sincerely. Soon, I shall experience salvation, for you are known to this person whom I seek. I hope you can bring her to me soon. I bid you a good day, "He bowed and vanished. Suddenly, in the space of thirty seconds, it was light and bright in the church. The lights stopped flickering and the gloom lifted. Outside, the clouds had rolled back from the sun. The building was suddenly and unexplainably warm too, as if the temperature had risen by about five degrees.Reverend Morris dared to exhale. "Oh! Well, that, wasn't too nerve-racking! He's a very polite ghost isn't he?""Simon, did you hear what he said? He said her. A female relative or friend of yours is the person he's seeking!""Wonder who it could be? Not my mum, surely. Could be Aunt Susan? I'm not seeing the connection here.""What about your wife?" Reverend Ewing suggested.He blinked. "Jenna? Oh of course! it must be her! Her grandma is a Methodist! That must be why John wants to see her!"To be continued.By Blacksheep, for Literotica.

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[SEGMENT 1-1] Silly Leftists 1   Welcome, folks. It's KJ Radio time…the show where common sense kicks the buttocks of Leftism. WITH steel-toed boots. And trust me, there's no shortage of targets. UnitedHealthcare CEO Gets ShotFirst up, the CEO of UnitedHealthcare got shot. Now, I'm not saying this guy was involved in something shady, but if you look up “suspicious deaths” in the corporate dictionary, his picture probably pops up next to “knew too much.” A random act of violence? Yeah, and I'm the Easter Bunny. I mean, who gets shot at 3 PM on a Tuesday unless they're either a mob boss or a whistleblower? Somewhere in a boardroom, some healthcare exec just said, “See? THIS is why we stick to overcharging customers—it's safer!” SCOTUS and the Transgender CircusOver at the Supreme Court, we've got the transgender issue. And let me tell you, it's a bloodbath for the Left. Watching Justice Thomas and Alito dismantle the ACLU attorney was like watching Tyson in his prime—just brutal. Meanwhile, Ketanji Brown-Jackson is over here proving once again she couldn't win a game of “Guess Who?” She's supposed to rule on human rights but doesn't know the difference between a man and a woman? What's her benchmark—pronouns on a Starbucks cup? And the ACLU arguing this case? Their strategy is basically, “Well, Your Honor, we think biology is mean.” Pro tip: when you're trying to overturn centuries of reality, you might want to come with something stronger than feelings. Daniel Penny: Subway Defender ExtraordinaireLet's talk Daniel Penny. The man subdued a crazed subway lunatic threatening passengers, and now he's the one facing charges. Meanwhile, New York is releasing criminals like it's a Black Friday sale at Rikers. I say let the guy get back to his life. The only crime here is that we don't have a Daniel Penny on every subway train. The Great Pardon PanicOh, the pardons! Leftists are scrambling like chickens in a fox den. Remember when they lost their collective minds thinking Trump might preemptively pardon his kids? They were frothing at the mouth like rabid dogs, screaming, “Only the guilty need pardons!” Fast forward, and Joe Biden actually pardons Hunter, and suddenly it's a heartwarming story of fatherly love. You've gotta admire the consistency—oh wait, they don't have any.  [SEGMENT 1-2] Silly Leftists 2 And now Biden's gearing up for mass pardons. Rumor has it Adam Schiff's already practicing his “thank you” speech. Fauci's probably prepping too—he'll need one for every agency under his control: the NIH, FDA, CDC. By the time Biden's done, he'll need a bulk discount on “Pardon Me” cards. Trump's Appointments and the Lawsuit ShowdownSpeaking of accountability, let's talk about Trump's appointees. Despite the Left's best smear campaigns, they're holding strong. And Kash Patel threatening to sue Pence's advisor? I LOVE it. Finally, conservatives are playing offense. I don't know about you, but I'm tired of watching Republicans act like it's a three-legged sack race while the Left is in a tank. Let's start suing these clowns into oblivion. Why Be a Democrat Today?Which brings me to this question: why would anyone want to be a Democrat today? What's the appeal? The policies don't work, their scandals are more predictable than Hallmark movies, and their leaders are walking punchlines. Your flagship legislation is “Men Can Have Babies,” your economic policy is “Spend Until Collapse,” and your presidential frontrunner is... Joe Biden? Imagine being on a sinking ship, grabbing a bucket, and saying, “This is fine.” That's the Democratic Party right now. SCOTUS SmackdownBack to the SCOTUS hearing—seriously, the level of delusion on the Left is staggering. They want “special rights” for a mental disorder. And yes, that's what gender dysphoria is. They're trying to legalize feelings. What's next? Mandating that everyone applaud when a grown man in a tutu demands to use the women's restroom?  [SEGMENT 1-3] Silly Leftists 3   [X] SB – Charlamagne on The View Pt 1 The week's insanity has been one big reminder: the Left's hypocrisy knows no bounds. Whether it's defending pardons for their criminals, championing “rights” that defy logic, or spinning corporate corruption into a soap opera, they've mastered the art of ridiculousness. But don't worry, folks—common sense isn't dead. It's just taking a coffee break. [X] SB - Charlamagne on The View Pt 2 Sick of watching everybody else get over?     Pardons, Power, and Protecting the Crooked: Biden's Legacy of Legal Abuse Article II, Section 2 of the Constitution grants the president the authority to pardon offenses against the United States, a power intended to provide fairness and avoid prosecutorial abuses. Alexander Hamilton envisioned this clemency as a tool to “restore the tranquility of the commonwealth.” But in the hands of Joe Biden, the pardon power looks less like a tool for justice and more like a sledgehammer wielded to shield a crumbling empire of corruption. Biden's recent pardon of his son Hunter has spotlighted the blatant hypocrisy of the Left's use of clemency. After years of moral grandstanding, claiming the high road on justice and accountability, Democrats are now orchestrating mass pardons to shield themselves from the fallout of their own malfeasance. Pardons as Preemptive Damage Control During Trump's presidency, Democrats practically dared him to issue preemptive pardons for his family, projecting their own propensity for guilt on the former president. When Trump pardoned Jared Kushner's father, the media spun it as though he had pardoned Kushner himself. That narrative stuck, fueling the perception of Trump as corrupt, even as his actual record on pardons tells a different story. Trump, notably, did not pardon his children or any close associates preemptively. Why? Because they weren't guilty of anything. Contrast that with Biden, whose pardons aren't just reactive—they're preemptive damage control for an administration rife with misconduct. Leaks suggest Biden is preparing pardons for a laundry list of allies, including Adam Schiff, Liz Cheney, Anthony Fauci, and members of the January 6th Committee. These aren't minor players; they are key figures in the systemic abuse of power targeting Donald Trump and his supporters. The January 6th Committee alone violated so many laws it could be a semester-long case study at any law school. Then there's Fauci. A pardon for Fauci essentially extends to the entire health bureaucracy—NIH, FDA, CDC—that oversaw the disastrous COVID-19 policies. Lockdowns, vaccine mandates, suppression of dissent, and the mishandling of public trust—it's no wonder Biden would want to sweep this under the rug. A Record-Breaking Abuse of Power[SEGMENT 1-4] Silly Leftists 4   Historically, presidents have used pardons sparingly, often to right specific wrongs. Franklin D. Roosevelt holds the record with 2,819 pardons and 3,796 total acts of clemency, largely for people convicted under Prohibition laws. Barack Obama granted 1,927 acts of clemency, including a controversial commutation for Chelsea Manning. But Biden's pardon spree could make FDR's record look modest. Biden's administration isn't dealing with isolated cases of injustice—it's mopping up the collateral damage from years of systemic corruption. Consider the scope:The FBI: With over 37,000 employees, including 10,000 special agents, the agency's involvement in targeting Trump and MAGA supporters is well-documented.The CIA and NSA: These agencies, with a combined workforce exceeding 50,000, played their parts in surveillance and misinformation campaigns.IRS and FISA Courts: From targeting conservative groups to enabling dubious investigations, their roles can't be ignored.Biden's pardons could easily extend to thousands of individuals across these institutions, creating a tsunami of public outrage. This isn't about restoring tranquility; it's about cementing a legacy of corruption while protecting a broken system. Democrats: Masters of Projection The hypocrisy is staggering. Democrats who lambasted Trump for imagined abuses of power are now actively orchestrating the largest clemency cover-up in history. When Joy Reid and Adam Schiff criticized the idea of preemptive pardons, they framed it as an admission of guilt. Yet here we are, watching Biden prepare to issue blanket pardons to his political allies without a shred of irony.   [X] SB – Joy Reid and Adam Schiff on preemptive pardon   Dishonest man… Heard of an innocent person getting a blanket pardon       Hunter Biden's pardon set the tone: a sweeping, decade-long absolution for crimes ranging from tax evasion to illegal firearm possession. The message? Rules are for the little people. Trump: A Study in Contrast Trump's approach to pardons highlights the glaring differences between the two administrations. While Biden's pardons shield the guilty, Trump's were measured and purposeful. Trump used his clemency power to address specific injustices, such as Alice Johnson's over-sentencing or the persecution of Michael Flynn. More importantly, Trump didn't shield himself or his family. His restraint underscores the integrity of his administration compared to the flagrant abuses we're witnessing now. Rebuilding Trust in Justice Biden's pardon spree will leave a lasting stain on America's institutions. But it also presents an opportunity for renewal. When Trump returns to office, he will face the monumental Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-kevin-jackson-show--2896352/support.

Jeremy Corbell has finally responded to the comments he made that the last mUFO hearing would change the game and big things would drop. On his podcast Weaponized Corbell addressed the comments and also called the second hearing dishonest after having some time to reflect on it. What does this mean overall? Kristian Harloff gives his thoughts.  #UFO #UAP #UFO #Alien #Aliens  Our sponsors: MINT MOBILE: http://www.mintmobile.com/DTE TILE LIFE 360: ● Family proof your family with Life360's Tile Trackers. Visit http://www.tile.com t DTE to get 15% off.

Former Michigan GOP gubernatorial candidate Tudor Dixon joins Fox Across America With Jimmy Failla to shed light on what has been different this time around for President-elect Trump compared to this same time in 2016 as he continues to make Cabinet nominations. Jimmy explains how mainstream media pundits like CNN's Jim Acosta are being intentionally dishonest in their reporting on the qualifications off the people Trump is picking to serve in his administration. PLUS, Florida Republican Congresswoman Kat Cammack checks in to talk about why she believes former Congressman Matt Gaetz will ultimately be confirmed as Attorney General by the Senate. [00:00:00] Gaetz confirmation showdown looming [00:37:30] Bill Clinton has some hard truths for Democrats [00:56:01] Tudor Dixon [01:14:20] Mace speaks out about Capitol Hill bathroom policy [01:32:50] Rep. Kat Cammack Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Steve Forbes warns against the practice of imposing "road diets" on communities to block new highways or expanding existing ones, a practice which he says is a barely-veiled attempt to phase out the automobile.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

In this episode, I explore what attracts narcissists. Despite common belief, narcissists are attracted to everyone - not just empaths. Empaths are often groomed to normalize and accommodate narcissistic people. Therefore, it's not surprising that they often find themselves surrounded by more toxic people.   Sign up for the Recovering From Men on the Down-Low Workshop for Women    Sign up for the Letting Go of the Dishonest lifestyle Workshop for Men:   Fill out form for suggesting future workshops by Dr. Natalie Jones   Watch the video podcast on Youtube: A Date With Darkness Email questions or comments to Dr. Jones admin@drnataliejones.com Sign up for the free ebook on Red Flags in Your Relationships and the free weekly newsletter for tips about narcissistic abuse at www.drnataliejones.com Individual and group membership coaching sessions opening soon. Get on the mailing list to be the first to know here. Visit the website for more information: https://www.adatewithdarkness.com Let's keep the conversation going via social media: Instagram: A Date With Darkness Twitter: @Adatewdarkness Facebook: A Date With Darkness To connect with others who are seeking support from hurtful and abusive relationships please join the Facebook group: A Date With Darkness group

In this episode, I discuss some themes in working with Black male narcissists in the therapy. I discuss various themes including being dismissiveness towards me because I am a Black mental health professional, attempts to establish dominance in therapy, manipulation, and attempting to cross boundaries.   Sign up for the Recovering From Men on the Down-Low Workshop for Women    Sign up for the Letting Go of the Dishonest lifestyle Workshop for Men:   Fill out form for suggesting future workshops by Dr. Natalie Jones   Watch the video podcast on Youtube: A Date With Darkness Email questions or comments to Dr. Jones admin@drnataliejones.com Sign up for the free ebook on Red Flags in Your Relationships and the free weekly newsletter for tips about narcissistic abuse at www.drnataliejones.com Individual and group membership coaching sessions opening soon. Get on the mailing list to be the first to know here. Visit the website for more information: https://www.adatewithdarkness.com Let's keep the conversation going via social media: Instagram: A Date With Darkness Twitter: @Adatewdarkness Facebook: A Date With Darkness To connect with others who are seeking support from hurtful and abusive relationships please join the Facebook group: A Date With Darkness group

In  episode 502 of Passion Struck, we tackle a subject that's hitting hard in our world right now: cynicism. Cynicism creeps into our thoughts, erodes our connections, and chips away at our belief in one another. To help us untangle this, we have an extraordinary guest, Dr. Jamil Zaki, a professor of psychology at Stanford University and an expert in empathy and kindness. His new book, Hope for Cynics: The Surprising Science of Human Goodness, reveals how we can overcome cynicism through hopeful skepticism.Dr. Zaki shares powerful insights from over two decades of research on how to escape the cynicism trap and boost your mental well-being. We discuss the myth of the cynical genius, how to combat polarization, and foster a more unified world. Dr. Zaki also delves into his personal journey, including how his parents' difficult divorce influenced his study of empathy and understanding others.Full show notes and resources:  https://passionstruck.com/jamil-zaki-science-of-human-goodnessSponsorsBabbel: Unlock the power of learning a new language with Babbel's innovative system. Passion Struck listeners can get 60% off their subscription at Babbel.com/PASSION.Hims: Regrow your hair before it's too late! Start your free online visit today at Hims.com/PASSIONSTRUCK.Quince: Experience luxury for less with Quince's premium products at radically low prices. Enjoy free shipping and 365-day returns at Quince.com/PASSION.For more information about our sponsors and promo codes, visit: passionstruck.com/dealsIn this episode, you will learn:The impact of cynicism on personal and social livesThe role of cynicism in US politics and worldwideHow cynicism affects society's ability to address major issuesThe harmful effects of cynicism on health, relationships, and careersThe misconception that cynics are smarter and socially smarterThe importance of adopting hopeful skepticism to combat cynicismThe case study of Microsoft's organizational cynicism under Steve BallmerConnect with Jamil Zaki: https://www.linkedin.com/in/jamil-zaki-b0b4a9192/Order Passion StruckUnlock the principles that will transform your life! Order my book, Passion Struck: Twelve Powerful Principles to Unlock Your Purpose and Ignite Your Most Intentional Life. Recognized as a 2024 must-read by the Next Big Idea Club, this book has earned accolades such as the Business Minds Best Book Award, the Eric Hoffer Award, and the Non-Fiction Book Awards Gold Medal. Order your copy today and ignite your journey toward intentional living!Catch More Passion StruckCan't miss my episode with Angela Duckworth on the Keys to Achieving Long-Term SuccessListen to my interview withBJ Fogg on How Tiny Habits Can Transform Your LifeWatch my episode with Dacher Keltner on the Hidden Power of Moral BeautyCatch my interview with Katy Milkman on Creating Lasting Behavior Change for GoodIf you enjoyed this episode, please leave us a review! Even one sentence helps. Be sure to include your Twitter or Instagram handle so we can personally thank you!

Kamala attacks Donald Trump for Arlington appearance, but the Gold Star families who invited him tell the truth.  Visit the Howie Carr Radio Network website to access columns, podcasts, and other exclusive content.

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In a special Independence Day episode, Sarah, Jonah, and Steve share their Fourth of July traditions and try to figure out how Democrats can get out of this mess. The Agenda: —Calvin Coolidge's Declaration of Independence speech —Centuries-old cherries found at Mt. Vernon —Why won't Joe Biden leave the race? —Biden's statement on the SCOTUS immunity ruling —What would Sarah do? —Harris has a problem —Did the media cover Biden's age well? —What does all this mean for Trump's VP pick? Show Notes: —A celebration of a free press —Jonah's G-File on parties —Jake Tapper and Sen. Chris Coons —Steve on Tim Miller's podcast —Matthew Dowd's tweet  —Hadas Gold's piece on White House reporters —New York Times editorial on Biden The Dispatch Podcast is a production of The Dispatch, a digital media company covering politics, policy, and culture from a non-partisan, conservative perspective. To access all of The Dispatch's offerings—including members-only newsletters, bonus podcast episodes, and weekly livestreams—click here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Newt Gingrich dishes on the January 6 Committee's partisanship and unethical behavior as evidence continues to emerge of the Committee destroying records illegally to hide their actions. Gingrich also accuses former Congresswoman Liz Cheney for operating outside of the law during the Committee's investigation and abusing her power to only attack Donald Trump. Additional interview with Gun Owners of America's Luis Valdez on the Supreme Court's decision to strike down bump stock ban for firearms.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Tonight's rundown:  Hey BillOReilly.com Premium and Concierge Members, welcome to the No Spin News for Tuesday, June 4, 2024. Stand Up for Your Country. Talking Points Memo: Bill breaks down Joe Biden's immigration Executive Order, and what it means. Americans will spend more keeping cool this Summer due to inflation. A new Wall Street Jornal editorial says the U.S. military is in trouble. Criminal defense attorney and military veteran Katie Cherkasky joins the No Spin News. Anthony Fauci's testimony on Capitol Hill. Why is everyone talking about WNBA superstar Caitlin Clark? This Day in History: Bill Clinton's controversial NBC interview. Final Thought: A good beach read. In Case You Missed It: Read Bill's latest column, "Truth and Consequences." Get the "Red, White and Real" deal featuring the new "Not Woke" mug and "Team Normal" hat for only $39.95! Election season is here! Now's the time to get a Premium or Concierge Membership to BillOReilly.com, the only place for honest news analysis. Preorder Bill's latest book CONFRONTING THE PRESIDENTS, a No Spin assessment of every president from Washington to Biden. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices