Podcasts about Doublespeak

Season 5 Episode 3 is here and this episode continues to follow our new structure including the following segments:Throwback Track Faceoff: We will be comparing and contrasting two throwback metalcore songs. This week we dove into Doublespeak by Veil of Maya and Blackroot Forest by The Wise Man's Fear. We discuss lyrics, vocals, instrumentals, song meaning, etc. Coaches Corner: This segment features health and wellness information/tips to help you meet your goals. This week we discuss an article from ACSM that addresses common weight loss myths. Article Link: https://www.acsm.org/all-blog-posts/acsm-blog/acsm-blog/2020/02/13/mythbusting-weight-loss  Song of the Week: We select a new metalcore song each week to highlight/share with you all. This week's song of the week is "Colors" by Ghostwave. Exercise of the Week: We select an exercise to highlight, describing the exercise, alternative exercises, muscles targeted, pros & cons, optimal volume, and more. This week we discuss the seated dumbbell overhead shoulder press.  Follow us on Instagram @mc_muscle!Follow us on Instagram @mc_muscle!

Greenland? We are so f'd. This country is about to become Oceania and the textbooks will say Trump invented golf and Elon invented science. We, the people, are so screwed. Ya, but at least we got some jokes. About Greenland I guess. Damn, it really is the worstcase.......

Mike Ferguson in the Morning 12-20-24 (8:05am) MORNING NEWS DUMP Sam Page has another lawsuit to deal with. It's from four members of the County Council regarding the new county prosecutor. House Speaker Mike Johnson talks about some fiscal responsibility. RedState.com is following the CR bill situation: https://redstate.com/smoosieq/2024/12/20/the-next-move-house-votes-on-in-attempt-to-avert-shutdown-n2183457 Sen. Rand Paul suggests that maybe Elon Musk should become Speaker of the House. Tom Homan says ICE will begin their work to deport illegal aliens on Day One of the new administration. There's a second suspect in the murder of CBC student and hockey player Colin Brown. Neil Cavuto signs off FOX after 28 years. Story here: https://www.msn.com/en-us/entertainment/news/veteran-fox-news-business-anchor-neil-cavuto-leaving-after-28-years/ar-AA1waHV6?ocid=BingNewsSerp According to the US Dept. of Agriculture, the murder hornets that were discovered in the Northwest in 2019 have been eradicated from the U.S. Blues lost to the Lightning in Tampa Bay 3-1. Up next: the Florida Panthers in South Florida tonight at 6pm. (8:20am) We discuss how Democrats are continuing to practice the art of "political doublespeak" regarding the protection of "law-abiding illegal aliens." (8:35am) Syndicated cartoonist Todd Schowalter talks about his new book "The Biden Years: An Era of Stupidity," a hilarious cartoon account of the Joe Biden Presidency. Featuring over 150 of Todd's previously published cartoons, "The Biden Years" satirizes the absurd events we've all been forced to live through. Along with the Joe Biden Presidency, Todd lampoons the Far-Left, WOKE culture, Covid vaccines, masks, Kamala Harris, trying to stop Donald Trump, and much, much more! Check out the book here: https://a.co/d/aS8LloM Todd has been a nationally distributed cartoonist since 1989, and his daily political cartoons are syndicated nationally through Salem Media Group. More from Todd here: https://www.studiotodd.com/ (8:50am) More discussion on the CR bill. NewsTalkSTL website: https://newstalkstl.com/ Rumble: https://rumble.com/c/NewsTalkSTL Twitter/X: https://twitter.com/NewstalkSTL Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/NewsTalkSTL Livestream 24/7: bit.ly/NEWSTALKSTLSTREAMSSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

[SEGMENT 1-1] Pardons 1 - Schiff Democrats are jumping ship, running for the hills, scurrying down their rat holes. For a group that acts so holier than thou, they sure seem scared. Welcome… If I haven't done anything wrong, I'm cool as a polar bears butt.   Does anybody really believe that Adam Schiff doesn't want a preemptive pardon? That's what he claims, and that's what he said. But he didn't say he doesn't want a pardon—he just doesn't want a preemptive one. That's like saying, “I'm not going to eat the cake right now… but leave it on the counter. Just in case.”  [SEGMENT 1-2] Pardons 2 -Schiff Schiff conveniently leaked this morsel during an interview with George Stephanopoulos, another maestro of moral posturing. Stephanopoulos—whose journalistic credibility is rivaled only by his ability to sidestep Clinton-era scandals—asked Schiff if he thought Trump might prosecute members of the Jan. 6 committee. “We don't need pardons because we're proud of our work.” Schiff replied. Oh, really? Proud of the committee's work? Work that included hiding exculpatory evidence, cherry-picking videos, and pushing a narrative so flimsy it makes Biden's staircase skills look stable? Schiff has claimed that pardons set a bad precedent. And well, Shifty can't have his reputation impugned with the specter of a pardon. Who could blame him though for not wanting a pardon from Biden. That's one complete list of scoundrels. Clearly, Shifty wants us to know that he's got principles. He likes his pardon served fresh, not pre-packaged. The Benny Hill Moment Here's where the comedy ramps up. While Schiff was pretending to be the virtuous hero of this melodrama, Rep. Bennie Thompson, the former Jan. 6 committee chair, was busy saying, “Sure, I'd take a preemptive pardon!” He even called it Biden's prerogative. Prerogative? Sure. But the moment you accept a pardon, you're basically hanging a neon “I'm guilty” sign around your neck. This brings us to Adam Kinzinger, Schiff's ex-committee buddy, who once declared, “The only reason I know to ask for a pardon is you think you committed a crime.” [X] SB – Kinzinger on pardons Adam Kinzinger in 2022: “The only reason to ask for a pardon is because you think you've committed a crime.” https://t.co/0R5WDrIu0c — Natalie Winters (@nataliegwinters) https://twitter.com/nataliegwinters/status/1867550759325253899?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw   Kinzinger's words aged like a room-temperature tuna sandwich. Maybe these two need to get with Bennie Johnson before they lock in their final answers. The Insurrection That Wasn't Let's not forget why Schiff and his crew are squirming in the first place. The Jan. 6 narrative was their crown jewel—a supposed coup attempt that turned out to be more of a Capitol-themed field trip. When the footage finally emerged, it didn't show rampaging hordes. Instead, we watched patriots meandering through the Capital as if it were The Louvre. One guy even stopped to straighten some papers. That's the Left's big insurrection, that they compared to the Civil War and the Japanese bombing of Pearl Harbor. They called Trump treasonous in his non-actions. But speaking of treason, Schiff's team conveniently deleted mountains of data related to their “findings.” How many guesses do you need to understand why? Their accusations against Trump and the protesters wouldn't survive a light breeze, let alone real Department of Justice scrutiny. Schiff's Private Pardon Chat with Biden While Schiff claims he doesn't need a pardon, he spoke with Biden for exactly that reason. The two discussed J6, because Joe Biden is planning to pardon the entire committee. Because they are guilty.  Why would Stephanopoulos even broach the subject, if this weren't a reasonable consideration.  The January 6 Committee was a total farce. The people selectively chosen. After their kangaroo court investigation, they reported what they were told to report. In truth, they lied about evidence. Then, they buried exonerating footage for years. Now they have their media minions running interference for them. For years, Schiff painted Trump as the villain of democracy. But now, he's the one looking for a legal life raft. The irony is thicker than Hunter Biden's tax evasion file. Nobody believes Schiff doesn't want a pardon. Doublespeak about as convincing as Bill Clinton's wedding vows.[SEGMENT 1-3] Pardons 3   “From Drug Lords to Fraudsters: Biden's Clemency Chaos”   Joe Biden's “Clemency Circus”: Pardon Deals for the Devil's Rolodex When Joe Biden issued a record-setting number of clemencies, it wasn't exactly a roll call of reformed citizens who turned their lives around knitting scarves or mentoring troubled youth. Instead, the list reads more like a casting call for the next season of Narcos—drug traffickers, cartel associates, and financial fraudsters were all given an early Christmas gift. If Biden's clemency roster were a party, you'd better wear a bulletproof vest.Biden's “Hall of Shame” Pardons: The Hypocrisy Chronicles   Who are they? Various state-level and federal officials involved in bribery, fraud, and general misuse of office. Who are they? Financial criminals who engaged in insider trading or hedge fund mismanagement, causing economic ripples.   Francesk Shkambi: The Albanian Cocaine Kingpin- Backstory: Convicted in 2014 for running a criminal enterprise that trafficked massive quantities of cocaine, heroin, marijuana, and Ecstasy across continents. This wasn't a small-time operation; Shkambi was arranging shipments from Mexico to Europe and everywhere in between.- Clemency Twist: Set https://casetext.com/case/united-states-v-shkambi-7 in 2029, Biden decided Shkambi deserved a six-year head start on his freedom.- Irony Meter: Biden promised transparency, yet pardoned a man with international drug-trafficking ties. What's next? Hunter Biden's laptop gets a TV movie deal titled Breaking Dad?- Who are they? Former drug offenders turned advocates for reform who have, in some cases, exploited loopholes to sell unregulated products under “wellness” branding.- Why it's controversial: While their clemency reflects Biden's softer approach to drugs, critics wonder if these gestures are meant to whitewash his role in passing the 1994 Crime Bill.- Irony Meter: Medium. Biden's old slogan was “Tough on crime.” But not if it involves drugs his son uses routinely.  Jose Valdez: The Highway Drug Mogul- Backstory: From 2015 to 2016, Valdez coordinated the distribution of large-scale cocaine and marijuana shipments across the U.S., recruiting accomplices like a college frat president recruiting for rush week. Jose Valdez, whose sentence Biden commuted, “coordinated the distribution of large quantities of cocaine and marijuana for a drug-trafficking organization based in El Paso, Texas, from March of 2015 through July of 2016,” per court https://casetext.com/case/valdez-v-united-states-47?q=%2290547-380%22&sort=relevance&p=1&type=case&tab=keyword&jxs=.- Valdez also “recruited numerous individuals to deliver narcotics to cities throughout the United States.” His scheduled release date was previously set for November 2026, according to the BOP.- Clemency Twist: Originally set for release in 2026, Valdez is now free to expand his operations... or maybe start a podcast about his time inside.- Irony Meter: While Democrats rail against the opioid crisis, Biden sets the table for cocaine's unofficial comeback tour.[SEGMENT X-4] Pardons 4   I mentioned a few of the near-do-wells that Biden pardoned… Old Habits Die Hard: The Biden Family Business Parallel Is anyone surprised? The Biden family's social circle looks like a rogues' gallery of bad decisions. Between Hunter's laptop escapades and James Biden's dubious deals, it's as if the Bidens have been preparing for their own Godfather reboot. Biden's pardon pen seems to cater to his brand: shady characters and questionable business ventures. Remember, none of the Biden family ventures turned a profit. Even their “friends” seem to wind up in prison—or worse, working as political consultants.   Meera Sach: Diluted Chemo Doctor Biden commuted the prison sentence of Meera Sachdeva, a cancer doctor who gave diluted chemo drugs to patients as part of an $8 million Medicare fraud. But Sachdeva didn't stop there. She also re-used old needles, leading to a lawsuit by a patient who claimed he contracted HIV. The list of scoundrels didn't stop there. Check out this next character. Mark Ciavarella: The Kids-for-Cash Judge The most egregious hypothetical pardon would be Mark Ciavarella, the disgraced Pennsylvania judge who took bribes to send juveniles to for-profit detention centers. While he hasn't received clemency (yet), it wouldn't be a shocker. After all, Biden pardoned individuals convicted of crimes against children. The irony here is thicker than Hunter's laptop encryption. Pardoning him would be like nominating the Kermit Gosnell for a humanitarian award. Irony Meter: Through the roof. A president who talks about “protecting the children” yet opens the gates for their abuser? Jeffrey Epstein is wishing he hadn't hanged himself, huh?     Alright, let's put on our comedy hats and dive into Biden's pardon list—it's less "justice" and more like the guest list for a Bernie Madoff TED Talk: "How to Scam Your Way to the Top Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-kevin-jackson-show--2896352/support.

Democratic Party presidential nominee (and current U.S. Vice President) Kamala Harris' Israel policy sounds reasonable — but is carefully worded code for far-leftist and Islamist ears.

In our continuing adventures on Grand Cross: having secured the "device" from the Terabyte Boys' auction, our increasingly cohesive, if not cordial, band of ne'er-do-wells find that their activities maybe haven't been as secret as they'd hoped... As the poet once said... "Doublespeak" by Thrice. "Augment or Die" is by Emerson Boatwright and Drew Messinger-Micheals. Cover art by Joanne, aka Anything Sews. Visit us on the web at dicepunks.com and on Cohost & Tumblr at @dicepunks, or email us as dicepunks@gmail.com! Our Patreon is www.patreon.com/DicePunks — backers can gain access to our patron-only Discord, Dice Peeks after-show, and more!

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Today's Topics: 1) Gospel - Mt 5:1-12 - When Jesus saw the crowds, He went up the mountain, and after He had sat down, his disciples came to Him. He began to teach them, saying: “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the Kingdom of heaven. Blessed are they who mourn, for they will be comforted. Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the land. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be satisfied. Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy. Blessed are the clean of heart, for they will see God. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God. Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the Kingdom of heaven. Blessed are you when they insult you and persecute you and utter every kind of evil against you falsely because of me. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward will be great in heaven. Thus they persecuted the prophets who were before you.” Bishop Sheen quote of the day Father Charles Murr joins Terry to discuss the Vatican saying one thing to one group and the opposite to another group, and the use of language to confuse and obfuscating what is really happening

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GUEST 1 OVERVIEW: Cathy is a journalist from Sydney, executive producer at 'Consortium News". Courtroom reporter on Assange hearings. Filmmaker and musician. http://www.consortiumnews.com/  GUEST 2 OVERVIEW: Eddie Lloyd lives in the Northern Rivers of NSW. She is an Accredited Specialist Criminal Lawyer, a former politician councillor elected to Lismore City Council, a community advocate and a single mum to a unique 10 year old boy. She is also an accredited Doublespeak translator and dedicated to promoting truth and transparency in government and getting justice for David McBride.

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We look at unconscious ways we follow the rules of English by doubling sounds and words, and how meanings of words can change when we say them twice. Now: are you confused? Or are you confused confused?

Maine's Secretary of State prohibits Trump from the primary ballot. Joe Biden delivers his best memory from 2023 with a word salad. Jamie Raskin wants Clarence Thomas to recuse himself. And a LT. Colonel says diversity for the LGBTQ+ community is what will win wars in the future. All today on the Palmetto Family Matters Show.

Episode Summary This week on Live Like the World is Dying, we have a short story about prepping called "Blood, Soil, & Frozen TV Dinners" by Matthew Dougal. It's a parody about two right-wing preppers who are faced with a collapse in society. After the story, there's an interview with the author about prepping mentalities and writing. This episode was reposted from the Strangers in a Tangled Wilderness podcast. The story can be read at tangledwilderness.org. Host Info Inmn can be found on Instagram @shadowtail.artificery Reader The Reader is Bea Flowers. If you would like to hear Bea narrate other things, or would like to get them to read things for you check them out at https://voicebea.wixsite.com/website Publisher Info This show is published by Strangers in A Tangled Wilderness. We can be found at www.tangledwilderness.org, or on Twitter @TangledWild and Instagram @Tangled_Wilderness. You can support the show on Patreon at www.patreon.com/strangersinatangledwilderness. Theme music The theme song was written and performed by Margaret Killjoy. You can find her at http://birdsbeforethestorm.net or on twitter @magpiekilljoy Transcript Live Like the World is Dying: “Blood, Soil, & Frozen TV Dinners” with Matthew Dougal **Inmn ** 00:16  Hello, and welcome to Live Like the World is Dying, your podcast for what feels like the end times. I'm your host today, Inmn Neruin, and today we have something a little different. I host another podcast called Strangers in a Tangled Wilderness where every month we take a zine that Strangers puts out and turn it into an audio feature and do an interview with the author. We had a two-part feature called Blood, Soil, and Frozen TV Dinners by Matthew Dougal, and it is a short story about prepping from a very strange perspective, that of two right-wing preppers facing a mysterious collapse of society. This short story is a parody and I promise that the two main pov characters are not the heroes of the tale. It's a fun story and I do an interview with Matthew afterward about prepping mentalities, fiction, and other neat stuff. If you like this episode, check out my other podcast that this is featured from. I did not re-record the outro, so you'll get a little taste of Margaret playing the piano, because she wrote the theme music for the Strangers podcast. You'll also get to hear our wonderful reader, Bea Flowers narrate the story. Follow along with the transcript or at Tangledwilderness.org where you can read all of our featured zines for free. But before all of that, we are a member of the Channel Zero Network of anarchist podcasts and here's a jingle from another show on that network.  [sings a simple melody] **Bea ** 02:49 “Blood, Soil, & Frozen TV Dinners” by Matthew Dougal. Read by Bea Flowers. Published by Strangers in a Tangled Wilderness.  Katie sat, wide-eyed, beneath the kitchen table and hugged her knees to her chest. She was shaking, vibrating visibly. Tanner put his finger to his lips and prayed that her silent tears would remain just that. There was no time to stop and calm her down. Not again. He moved slowly around the kitchen, fumbling through cupboards and pulling out pre-wrapped packages of food. Always be prepared. Tanner had practiced this before things went dark, but it was different doing it for real. His hands hadn't been so shaky, back then.  A noise, on the porch. His body froze before his mind registered the sound. Tanner dropped into a crouch and crossed the room to the window, willing every cell in his body to radiate confidence toward his baby girl. His hand found the Glock 17 at his belt and he brought it up in front of him, the familiar feel of the grip reassuring. He took a breath, steadied himself, and raised his eyes to the level of the windowsill. The muscles in his thighs steeled and he remained, unblinking, utterly still, staring out into the darkness.  After thirty or forty nerve-twanging seconds, Tanner drew breath and relaxed. His quads were burning, and they thanked him as he straightened. He could hear the specter of his ex-wife in his head, telling him to lose some weight, exercise more… Well she'd left, and that was 135 pounds gone right there. She'd probably say that was a good start.   An unbearably loud ringing pierced the silence and sent him diving to the floor, landing awkwardly on his gun and sounding a crash through the kitchen. A keening whine came from under the table, Katie shaken from her silence.  The doorbell.  Feeling foolish, Tanner twisted over his shoulder and hissed at his daughter to be quiet. Still prone, he crawled toward the hallway in the most reassuring manner he could manage and pointed his Glock at the front door.  Footsteps outside, then a shadow appeared at the window. Tanner's heart pounded in his ears—more violent pulses of silence than sound—and his vision blurred as panic flooded his body. He'd heard the early reports of armed groups in the streets, some sort of fighting downtown, but he hadn't really believed they would come here. His legs were weak, and he silently thanked God that he was already on the floor. The shape at the window didn't move, frozen in the gloom, silhouetted by flickering light coming from the street. As Tanner's head cleared he tried to take stock of what was happening.  The apparition was vaguely man-shaped but shorter and slighter, an ethereal grace evident even in its stillness. A voice called out, muffled through the door, the guttural singsong completely at odds with the sleek form at the window. Tanner couldn't understand everything, but he thought he caught the words “little girl.” A second shape mounted the porch alongside the first, similarly short but squat and stocky, and grunted something to its companion in an alien tongue. Fluorescent light flooded the yard and the voices momentarily disappeared beneath the growl of an angry engine. Tanner's breath caught. His trembling finger hovered over the trigger and he willed the barrel to still its swaying dance. Two shots exploded outside—loud shots, from a much bigger gun than his. The creatures spun to face this new threat, their chatter rising in pitch and speed. They sounded panicked.  “yalla! hawula' alnaas majnoon.” Tanner sensed his opportunity. He was forgotten. All those hours of training kicked in and muscle memory took over as he rose to one knee, took a two-handed grip, and unleashed a furious hail of fire at his front door.  “Keep your filthy hands off my daughter!” He fired until he felt the Glock stop kicking, the magazine spent. As the cacophony faded he realized he was screaming.  “Tanner! It's me, Blake. Stop shooting goddammit, they're gone.”  “Blake?” Tanner mechanically reloaded his gun. “Why…” His throat was raw, his voice barely audible even to him. He swallowed, fighting to control his breath, and cleared his throat. “What are you doing here?”  “Come to see if you were okay. Figured you and the kid might need a hand.”  A stocky, heavily muscled figure wearing fatigues and a plate carrier stepped up to the porch, visible through the splintered ruins that had been the front door. A halogen glow lanced through the holes, like the brilliant aura of some kind of avenging eagle.  “When this shit spread across the river from the city we locked down. It was touch-and-go for a while, but things quieted down eventually. When they did, I came straight over. Good thing I got here when I did. The quick little fuckers ran for it, but I think you hit one of ‘em.”  The figure stopped, pulled down the red, white and blue bandana covering its mouth, and spat. Tanner had never been more relieved to see his buddy's foul-mouthed face. Or his M1A SOCOM 16 rifle.  “We're alright.” Tanner's voice was exhausted, his body shivering as the adrenaline fled. “Thank God I was prepared. Still, it's good to see you.”  “Prepared, shit.” His buddy grinned. “I been telling you for years to get something heavy duty.” Blake kicked the splintered remains of the door and his grin faded. “You can't stay here. Those things'll be back. Grab your girl and jump in the truck. Let's head to mine, she'll be safe there.” The grin returned.“Prepared, shit.”  An hour later they were sitting in “the Hole,” as Blake affectionately called it. The Hole was both name and description, although it perhaps undersold the amount of effort that had gone into its construction. Attached to the garage by a short, downward-sloping corridor, The Hole was a full-blown bunker that spread underneath almost the entirety of Blake's backyard. Tanner was sitting in the main chamber eating Top Ramen, chicken flavor.  They had made the half-mile journey in silence—lights down on the Tacoma, Tanner jumpy, Blake grim, Katie in a state of shock. The streets had looked completely foreign, the usual calming glow of LEDs replaced by the orange flicker of scattered flames. The familiar hum of traffic had been gone. Instead, gunfire had cracked in the distance.  Blake's wife Lauren had buzzed them inside after Blake confirmed his identity via video feed—three times: at the gate, the door, and the entrance to the Hole. The security was impressive. Lauren had ushered them inside, AR-15 at the ready. “This is prepared,” Blake was saying, as Katie stared blankly at her untouched ramen. “Old owners, they had this backyard full of fruit trees, vegetables, fuckin' kale and kohlrabi. What good is that gonna do, I said, you gonna hide in the pumpkin patch with a slingshot? Idiots.  “Anyhow me and Lauren, we wanted to be ready, so I been building this the last two years. Ain't no one knows about it, not even the contractors…” Blake sliced a finger across his throat, then laughed, “I'm joking, but they were from one of them Mexican countries. Had no idea what they were building. Good workers, though, came here the right way. And I did the security all myself.”  Tanner laughed too, but at what he didn't quite know. “You took this all real serious.”  “Yessir. You never really believed, but we did. Earl Swanson was right, this here's been a long time coming. It's just like he said, and we listened. And here we are, while you was laying on the floor waving round that little waterpistol of yours.”  Tanner had listened too, but apparently not well enough. There was only so much time he could watch an angry man on TV shouting about the state of the nation, no matter how prophetic he was turning out to be. Tanner tried to put up a strong front and flex his knowledge. He had listened, dammit.  “Is this it, then? The invasion? Earl said they've been preparing it for years, brainwashing people. Recruiting sympathizers and traitors…”  “It's worse than that. The invasion started way back, we just didn't notice. Well, most of us didn't. Earl did. He tried to warn us, that the aliens'd started infiltrating, landing in remote parts of the country, blending in, looking just like us…” Blake spat. “Well, not quite like us. But close e-fucking-nough, hiding out and biding their time.” “And now it's out in the open…” Tanner looked from his friend's face to his daughter's, scared and staring, and trailed off. He may have been listening, but he sure as hell didn't understand.  “What's happening?” Tanner asked. “We've been laying low at home, locked down and trying to wait out whatever this is. We haven't heard a thing since the power cut out three days back.”  He could feel a surge of emotion building, pent-up adrenaline and stress and fear and loneliness rolling over him in a wave as they were released. His stoicism wobbled.  “We're… Katie's scared and confused, and tired and sick of hiding and we're all alone! What is all this? What's happening?” Tanner realized he was shouting and stopped, taking a deep breath and lowering his voice. “Blake, man, what the hell is going on?” Blake never flinched, just ran his tongue over his teeth in thought while he watched Tanner's outburst through hooded eyes. “Naw, we don't know nothing for sure. Swanson's been off-air for two days, since just after shit started going down. Said he was right, that it sure as shit seemed like those aliens he'd been warning us about were making a move, and the whole fuckin' lot of us did nothing. Well, seems like it blew up in our face. Last thing he said was he's heading somewhere safe to keep broadcasting, and he'd let us know when he found out more,” Blake paused, sucked his teeth, “We've had the TV and radio on non-stop since then, since we fired the generator up. Nothing.”  Lauren lent forward. “There was something, couple days back…”  “Nothing useful,” Blake cut in. He spat. “Same old fuckin' commie stations, same old crap. They took over the channels, emergency broadcasting. Said there was a ‘protest.' Stay inside, all under control, daddy government's here, blah blah,” he laughed “Hell of a protest. More like an insurrection. Doublespeak bullshit.”  “So what's the plan? We hide out? Lay low? Wait for the military?”  “The troops ain't coming, chief.” Blake grimaced, “Alien tentacles go deep. Probably strolling around in general's stars by now, the politicians just handing over the keys. This President'll have us kissing their feet before dinner.  “Nah, if we wanna fight back we can't rely on that fuckin' bunch of secretaries and scribes. We hole up here, wait for instructions.” He laughed again, “Huh, hole up in the Hole. That's funny.”  That grin was starting to get on Tanner's nerves. “Instructions from who? How long is that gonna take? Who's gonna fight back against… this?” “I know some people, from back in the old days. Good people. There's still patriots out there who won't give up this country without a fight.”   Tanner still bristled with questions, but he was starting to feel relieved. There were people in charge, and they had a plan. That was something he could work with. “What if it takes weeks? Months? Do we have food for that long?” Blake settled further into his chair, grinned that cocky grin. “I do, don't know about you.” Before the words were even out of his mouth he was already raising his palms, “Chill out, I'm joking. I'll put it on your tab. You're a lawyer, I know you're good for it. Show him, babe.”  Lauren got up and went over to a large yellow flag hanging on the concrete wall, pulling it aside to reveal a long, narrow room that ended abruptly at a large steel door. She flicked on the light.  “Dry storage,” she said, gesturing at the shelves lining both walls. Packets of ramen, boxes of cereal, rows of whiskey, and gleaming stacks of cans stared down at Tanner. “And cold storage,” Lauren continued as she stepped over to the door, kicking aside two enormous tubs of supplements and pulling it open to reveal a walk-in freezer. Tanner followed her inside as she happily chatted away, showing everything off like a house-proud hen.  “We've got everything we need. Steaks, hotdogs, chili, hamburgers, mac and cheese, chicken parmesan, mashed potatoes--whatever you want. There's a well, too, over the other side, we had that dug last summer. Tastes a bit funny, but it won't hurt you.” Tanner was hardly listening. He had never seen anything like it, never imagined anything on this scale. Blake really had taken preparing for the end of the world seriously. The freezer room was filled, wall to wall, with a treasure trove of gourmet excess; thousands upon thousands of frozen TV dinners.  Tanner stared at his microwaved salmon filet, fries drooping from his fork. Out of habit he was eating in front of the TV with Katie, though the display hadn't changed in… however many days it had been. Just the red, white and blue logo, a tile flipping between ads for pillows, brain pills, and frozen food, and the same scrolling red banner:  Breaking: The United States of America is under attack. Stand by for updates.  Katie was poking at her food silently, barely eating. Still no appetite. Tanner had told her they were safe, told her he wasn't going to let anyone hurt her, told her a hundred times in different ways that she was his precious little girl and he would make sure she was okay. It had made no difference. She had just looked up at him with big, frightened eyes that pulled at Tanner's heart. The only time she had spoken in the past 24 hours was to ask why he had tried to shoot people. Of course she didn't understand. Maybe he should ask Lauren to talk to her.  The TV display glitched, blipped, flicked to static and then to black. Tanner shoveled the fries into his mouth and rubbed his eyes. He'd been staring at a blank TV for too long. He chewed and stretched, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to straighten out his aching back.  Earl Swanson was on TV. Tanner blinked a few times to make sure he was seeing straight. Swanson's shirt was wrinkled, his hair a mess and his signature bowtie slightly crooked, but his face wore that familiar expression of righteously indignant bewilderment. It was him.  “Blake. Blake, get in here!”  Swanson was in what looked like a large living room rather than his usual studio. Bookshelves and a TV cabinet were visible behind him. There were shadows under his eyes and his wrinkles were clearly visible without his usual TV makeup, but his eyes were as sharp as ever. There was a strength to them, piercing the screen, full of faith and fire. It felt like he was in the room. He looked like he'd been in a fight, and won. He was back.  “Good evening America, and welcome to Earl Swanson Tonight.” “Blake!” Blake stuck his head through the door.  “What? I'm working out, give me a…. No shit.” Blake stepped into the room. He was topless, breathing heavily. His stomach was shiny with sweat, pooling and running down the chiseled channels between his well-defined muscles before disappearing behind the low-riding waistband of his camo pants. Tanner realized he was staring and felt his cheeks flush as he snapped his eyes back to his friend's.  “Blake, it's--” “Shut up, I'm trying to listen.” The rebuke slapped Tanner back to the present and back to the TV. He surreptitiously sat a little straighter and sucked in his gut, trying to ignore the heat rising in his face. “...cities up and down the west coast. From Seattle to San Diego, the alien invaders and the traitors from among our own citizens have taken control, sowing chaos and destruction. Order has broken down, and anarchy rules in the streets. Yet we hear nothing but silence from the White House. The elites in Washington won't do anything about this -- they encouraged it. They caused it! “No, it is up to patriotic Americans to stop this existential threat. It is up to us, to you and me and the other patriots out there. If you value the American way of life, if you respect the principles that built the greatest nation ever imagined, if you care about your family and the future of your children, then the time has come to stand up. Your country needs you.  “I have been warning about this day on this very program for years. If you have been listening, you will be prepared for this betrayal. You know what to do. Find other true Americans who are ready to fight for our civilization and our culture. Defend our Western values against this attack by anarchists and aliens who wish to destroy us. They tried to take our guns from us, to disarm us, and failed -- now is the time to use them. Seek out the prepared, the militias, the heroes. Fight back. Show them that we will not allow it. “I will be moving to an undisclosed safe location so I can keep you informed. You know your job. I am doing my part, will you do yours?” Swanson sat erect and defiant, no less commanding for his disheveled appearance. His willpower flowed from the screen in waves, washing over the watchers. It was compelling. It was urgent. It was the only option.  The screen went black.  Swanson's gaze bored into Tanner long after the TV went dark, burning with righteous fire, lip curling with fury. The heat in Tanner's cheeks sharpened, focused, began to spread into his chest and throughout his body. There was only one thought in his mind. “We gotta go.” It took him a second to realize that Blake had spoken the words out loud.  “We do. But where? I don't know anyone like that.” “You know me, and I know people. Don't worry about that. We gotta go to Baker City. I talked to one of my buddies from the marines this morning, he's headed to join one of the militias out east. They might not be big, but they're hard. They're something.” Tanner looked at Blake blankly, unable to quite comprehend what he was being told. Days of no news, no action, now everything all at once.  “But what's in Baker City? Don't you know anyone here? This is where we live, where we have the Hole, where we have a safe base.”  Blake was clearly agitated, shifting from foot to foot.  “It's not safe. Weren't you listening? It's fallen. The military ain't doing jack, like I fuckin' told you they wouldn't.” Blake stopped bouncing and steadied himself. “But my buddy said the boys in Baker held out. It was bloody, but they held strong. If we can get there in a hurry, we can join a caravan heading for Boise.”  “Baker… Boise? What the… Boise?! Surely it's safer in Texas, or… or…”  “Texas? And how far away is that? Look, I don't know nothing about nothing, but I know I ain't looking for safer. All I know is I got buddies in Baker, and they say Boise, and they are the fuckin' resistance. We got our orders, soldier. “The west had been invaded. Destroyed. Gone. You heard Swanson, same as me. Grids are down, water's down, TV's down--mostly, anyway. Sky's half full of fire and smoke, gangs roaming the streets, traitors and aliens taking or breaking whatever they can get their thieving hands on.” Tears came to Blake's eyes.  “It's a fucking mess out there, buddy. Anarchy. They've burned the lot.” It was a lot to chew on. Tanner put a piece of salmon in his mouth.  “I'm not gonna let some filthy aliens take my home, fuck my wife, invade my country, and steal the god damn US of A! The fight is right there, and I'm gonna fight it. Are you?”  Tanner's brain was spinning, but his blood was still hot from Swanson's speech. Blake's fire, delivered standing there half-naked like a Steven Seagal action figure, was rousing something inside him. His country needed him, and he felt the call in his bones. He put down his fork. He swallowed. He rose.  “Of course I'll fight. I'll put a bullet in every alien who steps foot on American soil. I'll put every collaborator in the dirt.” He saw himself, next to Blake, riding shotgun as they made a fighting escape through the streets. He saw a heroic journey to Baker City, filled with danger and righteous violence. He saw a triumphant return, at the head of an army, cleansing his city with purifying flame. And he saw Katie, small and fragile and beautiful. Perfect, and terrified. The flame wavered.  “But I'm fighting for her,” Tanner gestured, “I got my little girl, and I'm not so red-hot on riding out guns blazing to meet these savages with her hanging off my arm. She's the future of this country, and that's a future we have to protect.”  To Tanner's surprise, Blake took a half step back.  “Shit. I know, man. Katie and Lauren, the innocent and the pure. I'm thinking of them, too.” He dropped his shoulders, but held Tanner's gaze. “But it's not safe for them here neither. We're on our own, and all hell has broken loose up top. We fight for them, and they are the reason we have to fight.” Tanner paused, then nodded. He reached out and placed his hand on his friend's shoulder, fingers gripping the sweaty skin.  “Let's go pack the truck.”  As the sun set and twilight brought a low fog creeping across the city, they piled into the Tacoma with as many frozen dinners as they could carry.  Tanner rode in back. Lauren was up front, AR at the ready, while Blake drove, M1A by his side and his Glock taped to the dash. Katie was at Tanner's side, curled up below the window and hidden from view, and Tanner watched over her with his own Glock and a borrowed Remington 870. They were all a little jumpy. He and Lauren had wanted to maintain a shoot-on-sight policy. Blake had been more cautious. According to Swanson, there would be plenty of people collaborating with the aliens. Lights out, engine low, and hopefully they could slip right on by.  No one knew what to expect—Tanner suspected they were all terrified. He certainly was. Even Blake had swapped out his flag bandana for a more understated camo print. He had stashed the red, white and blue fabric in the bed of the truck with the rest of their gear.     They pulled out into streets Tanner knew, but didn't. He had driven them every day, on the way to work, to Katie's school, to church, to the mall. The streets were as familiar as a cold Coke, yet now, in some important way, they were… different. As they left the Hole and drove through the suburb he couldn't quite put his finger on it, but once Blake reached the main street and turned past the bars and shops and take-out joints, it hit him.  The streets were dead. The cars were gone. The steady flow of traffic, of people living their lives, had stopped. The parking lot in front of the drug store was empty; so was the one behind the bar. The convenience store, normally ticking over with a steady stream of customers buying cigarettes and beer, was dark behind its windows. Unintelligible graffiti in some alien script covered the ads for energy drinks, an expression of mindless violence across someone's hard work.  A light rain had started, misting around them and adding to the dreariness. A billboard loomed overhead, the lights that illuminated the Colgate-bright smiles of the models now permanently dark. Tanner was glad—the gloom obscured the flame-scarred destruction streaking the toothpaste company's perfect white message. “Disgusting,” Blake spat. He looked like he wanted to say more but pulled up short, shocked at the sudden sound of his own voice. His eyes focused back on the road and he fell into uneasy silence. The truck continued its crawl down the deserted street, barely clocking 20 miles an hour. Even at that speed, the low growl of the engine seemed unbearably loud as it reverberated among the carcasses of commerce and ricocheted down abandoned side streets.  They kept driving, and nothing kept happening. It was torturous. Every minute of unbroken inactivity twisted the crank on the tension in the car, until the unceasing hum of the engine began to seep into Tanner's brain. Every muscle in his arms and legs, primed and waiting and ready to spring, began to tremble, and his eyes focused and unfocused on nothing at all.  His frantic heartbeat messed with his breathing, a powerful panicked thud that matched the rumble of the pistons.  Overall, he was relieved when the road curved and they entered a strip of restaurants to see signs of life among the debris littered across the street in the distance.  It wasn't immediately clear through the gloom what was happening. Blake slowed the truck, now rolling along at barely more than walking pace, and they crept closer. The scene was illuminated by the flickering light of small fires and backlit by a pair of enormous floodlights, creating a glowing aura in the surrounding mist. Images began to resolve, ghostly figures flitting in and out of view and the harsh geometric shapes—not of debris, but of hastily manufactured barricades—throwing long shadows that lanced through the air around them as they approached.  All eyes were fixed on the barricades as they pulled within shouting distance, and Tanner nearly pissed himself when someone knocked on his window. He yelped, Blake swore, and Lauren's weapon x-rayed Tanner's head and pointed at the intruder. Tanner followed her lead and jerked his gun up to aim in the general direction of the window and for ten, twenty heartbeats nothing moved. Then another knock, and Blake hissed at them: “Put those things away you idiots, we're the good guys here. Whatever side that guy is on, so are we.”  Tanner slowly lowered the gun, then the window.  “Hey folks, no cars through here.” The man was clad head to toe in black—black jeans, black hoodie, black gloves, black bandana covering his face, black curly hair running with rainwater. No wonder they hadn't seen him. The stranger spotted their guns.  “Oh, nothing like that,” he added, catching the nervous energy in the truck, “You're a bit late to the party. No trouble ‘round here, this area's been cleaned out for days.” He chuckled, sending a shiver through Tanner.  “Some folks messed up the cop shop a while back, it was a bit of a fight. Streets were all blocked up anyway, so we set up a little kitchen here. Been feeding some folks. Symbolic, like, new world in the ruin of the old and all that.” The smile fell from his face as he took in the scene in the truck.  “Everything alright? Is she okay?”  He gestured at Katie, curled up and quivering silently beside Tanner. Tanner opened his mouth to respond, but Blake was quicker. “Sure, probably just spooked by that fucking mask. Look, we don't mean to bother you people. Just heading east, trying to cross the river. We'll go around you and your little kitchen.”  If the man took issue with Blake's tone, it didn't show.  “Bridge is a no-go, I'm afraid. Pigs blew the cables as they pulled out, some of it collapsed. It's way too unstable to cross.” He scratched at his temple. “What d'you want out that way, anyway? There's dangerous people out there, not exactly safe for… families.”  “We're heading for, uh, Hood River,” Tanner spoke up, “Taking supplies out to the girl's grandparents.”  “Indians,” Blake chimed in, “they need the help.” He winked at Tanner.  The stranger turned to Blake and met his eyes, holding his gaze for an unnerving moment. Then he seemed to resolve some internal discussion, relaxing his shoulders. “Well, you might be able to get across up St. Johns, last I heard the bridge was still intact. There's some folks in the park up there, you can ask them.”  “St. Johns? That's the wrong fucking way!”  “A bridge is a bridge. It's that or swim, champ.” “Can you at least call the, uh, your boss? Tell him you checked us out, ask if we can get across?”  The man smiled, but something hardened behind his eyes.  “My boss? Sure, sure. Look, I think it's time you moved on. Head on up there and tell ‘em what you told me, they'll let you out. There's a bunch of poor Indians waiting for their dinner.”  There was something strange about the way the man said “Indians,” but he patted the hood of the truck and turned away, waving them down a side street away from the barricade. As Blake slowly drove off, Tanner collapsed back into his seat and quickly rolled up the window. His underarms were cold with sweat, and he relaxed muscles he hadn't known were clenched.  Blake took the turn the stranger indicated, muttering that if he heard anyone say “folks” again he would hit them. Tanner stared out the window at the “little kitchen” as they passed. There must have been a couple hundred people, milling around a dozen or so small fires. They were all loosely centered around a large tent directly in front of the scorched skeleton of the precinct. Laughter and music drifted through the open window, and Tanner closed it. He didn't think he could see any aliens, but it was difficult to tell in the dark.  “Collaborators. Must be a ration station or something,” he muttered, mostly to himself.  Lauren heard him. “No, this has been going on much longer than that, it just wasn't so out in the open. Swanson warned us about it. He said they lure hungry people in with food.”  “Yeah,” cut in Blake, “this is how they recruit ‘em. Set up a kitchen, give ‘em food, homeless and crackheads and queers, mostly. Drugs too, probably, and spewing their propaganda. That guy was probably one of the junkies. Sure as shit looked like it, you see the way he stared at me?”  Tanner shuddered. A junkie. He had an overwhelming urge to wash his hands. He remembered the way the man had talked about the police station, his manic laugh in the face of such violence, and glanced back at the quickly fading light. And saw a small figure, tottering at the edge of the firelight. A child.  “Disgusting,” he said out loud.  “Yeah, disgusting. It's like Earl said,” Blake continued, “they been feeding people right under our fucking noses.”  They drove on toward the bridge. The streets were more cluttered here, both with people and the remnants of the riots, and they could only manage a slow pace as they picked their way through the destruction. Blake had to swerve to the wrong side of the road to avoid a group of people carrying trash bags, picking through the rubble.  “Looking for something to eat,” he grunted, and locked the doors.  Signs of violence were everywhere. Tanner's chest tightened as they drove past the law firm where he had started his career—the job that had brought him to the city after he finished college, working for his father's best friend and learning his profession. Inside the shattered windows it was nothing but a shell, the desks overturned and the computers gone. No one would be working there any more.  The destruction was completely random. Violence for its own sake. Beside the firm was a pawn shop, covered in graffiti and looted. Next to that, a Vietnamese restaurant, completely unharmed except for ‘Delicious, 5 stars' sprayed on the pavement outside. Across the road was an untouched convenience store and a bookshop with its doors wide open, light flooding out and people crowding the entrance. A donut shop and an Apple store destroyed, a mechanic and a bar looking like they had simply closed for the night. There was absolutely no pattern or reason to it.  They saw a Fred Meyers with every window broken, the front door jammed open with a twisted shopping cart. A movement caught Tanner's eye and he saw someone leaving from a side door, carrying a huge bag of stolen food. He hoped Blake didn't see—he might do something stupid, and Tanner didn't want to stop. It wasn't safe.  They made it a few more blocks when Lauren gasped and grabbed Blake's arm, making him brake. She gestured across the intersection to a KFC. Half the building had collapsed in what must have been an enormous fire; the half that still stood had been savagely attacked. She pointed to the entrance with a shaking finger. Someone—or something—had toppled the giant bucket sign and sent it crashing through the ceiling of the kitchen. Above the door, someone had scrawled a message in red spray paint:  FUCK YOU SANDERS OUR SECRET SPICES NOW There were more barricades set up near the bridge. Where the others had been makeshift, marking a boundary, these were more serious. They were to stop people getting through. Blake slowed before they got too close to the blockade, which they could now see was lined by shapes that very much suggested people. On both sides of the road the land fell away into darkness, sloping down to become a park that ran beneath the bridge.  The park itself, a rare green space normally dotted with dog walkers and children, was transformed. The once-quiet lawns were a mass of tents and makeshift structures, stages and bars and sound systems, the proud trees now decked out with effigies and lights. Fires burned everywhere, and the distant space was carpeted with a swarming mass of humanity, undulating to a throbbing cacophony of noise.  “This doesn't look good,” said Blake. He pulled over, a hundred yards or so short of the bridge.  “That guy said they would let us through,” said Tanner, “if we stick to our story.”  “He was a junkie,” scoffed Lauren.  “But he thought we were working with them,” said Tanner, “he had no reason to lie to us.”  “I guess it's worth a try. Anyway, they ain't gonna try anything against this much firepower.” Blake grunted. “Too late to change our minds now. They've seen us.”  He nodded at the barricade, where two shapes had detached from the mass. They moved toward the Tacoma, and Blake responded by flicking the lights to high beam and heading to meet them. As Blake swung back out into the road the beams cut through the darkness to illuminate the figures, throwing wild shadows from the two shapes until the truck steadied course and they coalesced into recognisable forms. One was a large man, white, with a nose ring and a loosely-tied blond ponytail. He was wearing a plaid shirt and carrying a large rifle. The other—Tanner's throat caught—the other looked like one of the aliens.  “Shit,” said Blake, as the headlights picked out at least half a dozen more shapes along the barricade, several with big guns visible. “Fuck.” He stopped the truck and rolled down the window, then cursed again and threw open the door.  “I'll be fucked if I'm gonna sit here and be pulled over like some criminal. Tanner, you're with me—let's go meet them man to man.” Tanner scrabbled for the door handle and chased after Blake, half-skipping to catch up. They pulled up a few paces before colliding with the approaching party. The blond man stepped forward.  “How's it going, dude?” he said.  “We need to get to Hood River,” said Blake, “we're trying—” “Yeah, we heard.” The man cut him off. “Bridge is closed to traffic, unfortunately. You wanna cross, you'll have to walk.”  Blake bristled. “Are you joking? We need to bring all this stuff. It's… important,” he objected. “You can't just keep people here!”  “We could,” said the blond man, calmly. He sounded confident in his assertion. Looking at the line of men—and women, Tanner realized—standing along the barricade, he agreed.  “But we're not,” the man continued. “You can go wherever you want. Take your shit, cross the bridge. Some folks have organized buses up the river, they'll take you. But the truck stays.”  “But that's my fucking truck!” Blake squealed. The man's eyebrows shot up and Tanner laid a hand on Blake's shoulder, squeezing it and hoping he got the message. The stranger paused, then sighed.  “Look, I'm sorry dude. I love my truck, too. But there was an attack at another camp last night by these so-called freedom fighters,” he grimaced. “Militia wackjobs, really. Word is they are gathering across the river, and we can't risk weapons and vehicles falling into the wrong hands. Especially not an arsenal like you folks got here.”  The alien stepped forward and, much to Tanner's surprise, spoke in perfect American English.  “Don't worry, it'll be here when you get back. We'll take real good care of it for you. They will appreciate the help guarding the buses and I'm sure they'll be more than happy to help you move these… important supplies.”  They signaled to the group at the barricade and two more figures made their way into the light of the truck's high beams. The first was a slim Black man in fatigues, wearing a red beret at a jaunty angle and carrying a AR-style rifle in one hand. The other was a woman, tall and imposing. She wore a leather jacket over a long black dress, which was slit to the thigh to reveal hints of slim, bare legs that stretched from the pavement to the heavens. Tanner blinked rapidly and swallowed. He had always had a soft spot for long legs in thigh-slit dresses.  As they came closer the man nodded at Tanner and Blake, but he was not what held their attention. The woman with the legs from God was also rocking a luxurious mustache that would have put Teddy Roosevelt to shame. As Tanner's eyes bulged, she caught his gaze and winked.  “Hello, boys. I'm Sunshine, they/them. I'll be with you on the bus.”  Tanner didn't know how to react. A fuzzy memory bounced around in the back of his head. “An investigation on college campuses found that increasing numbers of American citizens are using pronouns.” Earl's bewildered face frowned, then puckered. “These ‘theys' and ‘thems' are making a mockery of the American tradition, seeking to spread their insidious ideology among good, hard-working citizens, brainwashing young Americans into adopting these ‘pronouns.' What's next, people identifying a different age? A different race? We need to speak out against this perverse trend and most importantly, keep them away from our children.” _ That was it. These were the pronouns Swanson had warned them about. He gripped his gun and glanced at Blake, trying to get his mental footing.  Blake looked shocked, too, but quickly pulled himself together. He threw Tanner a sly look, one that hinted at an idea. “Give us a minute,” he snapped, and pulled away from Tanner, back to the truck. When they were both inside he turned on the occupants with a spark in his eyes.  “They must be talking about my boys, alive and kicking,” the old grin was back, his excitement barely contained. “Must have set up in the woods. We'll head over and find ‘em. Maybe they got word from Earl. If they're here, and they're fighting, maybe we don't have to go all the way to Boise after all.” “What's going on?” Lauren looked confused.  “We're leaving the truck. Grab the shit, cross the bridge, hijack their fucking commie-wagon and strike out east. Either we find them in Baker, or our boys find us first.”  Tanner was still coming to grips with the situation. “What about… them?” he said.  “Who?” “They… them. In the dress, with the pronouns!”  “And what are they going to do, stop us? You ever tried to fight wearing something like that? No. The four of us, across the bridge, grab the bus, easy.” “Katie's not hijacking any bus. She's eight, for God's sake. Maybe she and Lauren should stay here…”  “You stay here with Katie,” Lauren snapped, cutting Tanner off. “If you think it's safer, if you're looking for safer, you take her for a nice walk in the park down there. I'll be with my husband, taking my country back from these freaks.”  “I know you want to keep Katie safe,” Blake added, almost apologetically, “but you saw what it's like out there. You heard Swanson's warnings. These aren't people, they're animals, aliens. She's your baby fuckin' girl, man. You do what you're at peace with, but my wife sure as shit ain't staying here to get felt up by some dick in a dress.”  Tanner looked at Lauren. “But she's just a kid! What if she gets hurt.”  “What if she gets hurt _here? So you look after her. Be a man,” Lauren spat back.    Blake clapped Tanner on the shoulder and held his gaze. “It's do or die time, soldier. Let's get the fuck outta here, hook up with the resistance, then bring back the fury of God and freedom and the USA to take back this city and liberate my God damn truck!” Tanner looked at Katie, curled up in the footwell, and wanted to object. He wanted to take her somewhere safe, back to the Hole, where it was warm and they could hide from the aliens and the bad people and they had all the food they could need and they could wait for this all to be over.  But the fire in his belly wouldn't let him. He knew Blake was right, he knew that he should be ashamed of his moments of weakness. He saw Lauren gripping her rifle and staring at Blake with faith and devotion in her eyes and he knew that was the kind of man he wanted to be. Tanner breathed a silent promise to keep Katie safe, no matter the cost.  “Let's do it.” Blake pulled the truck up to the group of guards and they all piled out, Tanner standing straight and feeling tall, Blake's words ringing in his ears. It's do or die time. _ Two of the barricade guards came over to help them unload while the others stood around and watched, their mustachioed escort who made Tanner's skin crawl and the large blond man. Traitor. They stripped off the tray covering and began shifting gear, Blake and blondie up above handing packages down to everyone else. Tanner heard the guards muttering to each other.  “Holy shit, that's a lot of firepower.” The blond man snorted. “And a lot of nasty-ass TV dinners. Important supplies, my ass.”  Sunshine shrugged. “Folks eat what they eat. Not everyone lives in a Whole Foods and learned to make Tom Yum on their gap year,” they rebuked him. The man grimaced and scratched his jaw. “Yeah, right. That was unfair of me. Well, Thai cooking workshop tomorrow and I'll make a big pot, so at least folks here don't have to eat that frozen stuff… unless they want to.” They busied themselves unloading, bundling food and weapons into bags or tying them together for ease of carrying. Tanner was tying the straps of his backpack and settling it on his back when he heard a curse from the back of the truck. He glanced up, and, frozen in time, watched the next few seconds helplessly.  The blond man had pulled out one of the last few satchels, the one containing all their spare clothes. He was standing upright, arms held out, nose ring quivering in silent outrage. In his left hand he had Blake's flag bandana; in his right, Blake's spare jacket, rebel flag patch sitting proudly on the shoulder.  Blake reacted fastest. He dropped the food he was holding, raised his Glock, and with a vengeful crack the blond ponytail exploded in a spray of red.  The man in the beret raised his rifle and fired two shots into Blake's chest, sending him flying from the tray. A scream burst from Lauren as she reached for her gun, but the alien matched the sound and met her with a powerful tackle, sending both of them crashing into a pile of frozen hamburgers. Sunshine reached out and grabbed Tanner's arm. Time snapped back into motion for Tanner. He instinctively pulled away and shook his arm free of the grasping fingers. Stepping back, he spun and swung his fist in a wild roundhouse. It connected with Sunshine's jaw as they overbalanced toward him. Tanner watched them collapse in a heap. His gaze danced over the chaos unfolding around him, frantically searching for Katie. _There. Tanner picked her up and ran.  They plunged off the road and into the darkness. There was only one thought in his mind: get Katie across that bridge. She was sobbing, shaking in his grasp, and Tanner made what he hoped were comforting shushing noises as he ran. He knew this park—there was a staircase inside one of the support towers that rose from the park to the bridge overhead. That was his way out. Holding Katie tightly, breath ragged, he ran toward the orgy of light and noise pulsating below.  The two escapees burst into the mass of people. Tanner looked around, eyes darting, taking in the madness and trying to get his bearings. The sensory assault was overwhelming, but he slowly made out patterns in the polyrhythmic press. What had looked from above like a continuous swell of humanity was actually a hundred, a thousand separate groups and camps and parties. People flowed freely between them, groups forming and merging and coming apart in a chaotic, everchanging anarchy. A makeshift stage to his left throbbed with bass, colliding with the bone-jarring screams and guitars of a group of punks. Tanner found himself surrounded by ecstatic dancers, while a group almost under his feet sat staring into a campfire, oblivious to the rest of the world. He crashed through their doped-out reverie and bounced off two men, locked in a hungry embrace.  Tanner recoiled and turned away, shielding Katie with his body, searching desperately for the tower that would lead him out of this nightmare. Lights flashed, blinding, creating a sort of slideshow of horror as Tanner scanned the crowd. There. He found it. His escape from this festival of the damned. He soldiered on, caught up in a whirl of half-naked dancers, men, women, and everyone else, mindless of the frigid air as they span and writhed in rapture.  Tanner spotted an exit, an island of calm, and dove for it. He exploded from the throng, gasping for air, and breathed in the relative silence. Collecting himself, he was faced with rows of bodies, still, staring at something unseen up ahead, the very air trembling with collective anticipation.  A voice shattered his uneasy reprieve, loud and bombastic and dripping with drama.  “And now, my darlings, it is time for these fuckers to do what I do best—go down!” Tanner dashed through the crowd as they roared and surged into motion, and caught a glimpse of the scene ahead: two lines of people, straining on thick ropes, as a woman in lingerie and feathers pranced like a princess of hell before them. The ropes led upwards, where they were tied around the necks of two enormous metal figures. Lewis and Clark.  Tanner broke into a full sprint, shouldering bodies aside. He was almost there. Up ahead, rising from the chaos, was his stairway to the heavens. His legs trembled and his breath came in ragged sobs, but he couldn't slow down. Not when he was so close. He tore out of the crowd and into the comforting darkness of the spaces in between. His hysterical panic began to subside. One foot in front of the other. Keep running. They were going to make it. As he neared the tower a figure came into view at the base, looming from the shadows of the doorway, staring into the blackness beyond. A stocky, muscled figure wearing fatigues and a plate carrier. It couldn't be… “Blake! Blake, thank God.” Tears welled in Tanner's eyes as he reached his friend. Lauren was nowhere to be seen, but right now Tanner couldn't think about her. He had survived, and he had brought Katie through. His heartbeat was still frantic, but from exertion rather than fear. They were here. He, Katie, and Blake. Emotionally exhausted, physically spent, battered and terrified, but alive. They were going to be okay. He reached out to his friend. Blake turned—No, not Blake. A thick black beard engulfed the shadowy face, momentarily lit by the glowing ember of a huge cigar. The eyes were deep-set and dark, the skin weathered, wrinkled, brown. The face of an illegal alien.  Tanner's throat betrayed him. He squeaked, and nothing more would come out. His knees wobbled and threatened to give way, his feet froze in place. He wavered. He whimpered.  Puffing on the cigar, the alien took in his terrified face and the little girl slung over his shoulder. He gestured toward the doorway and blew out an enormous plume of smoke.  “Go, gringo.”  It was well past midnight when Katie ran into the side of a tent, fell on her bottom, and started crying. They had crossed the bridge, left the highway, and headed for the safety of the forest. Since then they had been wandering among the trees for hours, directionless, driven by fear, then by hope, then exhausted aimlessness. Tanner wasn't going anywhere except away from that park. He had briefly entertained the image of finding a group of militia, sitting around a fire, eating and laughing and, maybe, swapping stories with their old friend Blake. That was hours ago. Visions were fleeting in the fever dream of the forest. Since then, they had walked because they didn't know what else to do. Tanner stumbled over to Katie and collapsed beside her, holding her close and hushing her. He felt like crying too.  A flashlight clicked on inside the tent and a dreadlocked head poked out of the flap.  “Hey, there's someone here!” Rustling erupted from all around and more faces appeared. “Wasn't someone keeping watch?” “I thought you were.” “Doesn't matter, doesn't matter. Someone's crying.” “You folks okay?” Tanner and Katie were soon surrounded by a small group of people. He looked up at them. “Are you the militia?” “No, don't worry. You're safe here. We're friends.” “Although I guess we are a militia if you think about it. Sort of.”  “Shh, don't confuse the poor people. They're terrified.”  “Sorry. No, no militia. Someone get them a blanket and something to drink.” Minutes later, Tanner and Katie were wrapped in sleeping bags, sipping on hot cocoa. It was scalding and familiar and Tanner felt the tension of the past day fading, leaving bone-deep exhaustion in its place.  “Are you okay? What happened?” “Thank you. We were… we just need to sleep.”  “And you? What's your name? Are you alright?” Katie looked at her dad, then stared up from her tin mug. “I'm Katie. I'm scared.” “You're safe now. We'll help you. Look, we'll get you somewhere to sleep.” The first face they had seen rummaged around in a tent and brought out a bag. “Lucky we have a spare tent. I'll just put it up, won't be a second.” The tent was almost up by the time Tanner and Katie finished their drinks, and they got up and walked over, sleeping bags over their shoulders, holding hands. “Hey, thanks,” Tanner said. “I would have helped but I don't really know how. Never had much call for camping. I am, uh, was a lawyer,” he glanced around, “not criminal, uh… intellectual property. Copyright.”  “No problem, of course. Here, it's not hard. I'm just clipping the…” “This isn't the time for camping lessons, Jacob. Anyway, you'll scare the man, sharing information for free like that. They've been through enough already.”  “Sorry, yeah. Look, slide in. Take these sleeping mats. It'll do for tonight, I'll teach you tomorrow.”  Tanner and Katie squeezed into the tent, sleeping bags huddled together on the cold, hard ground, and slept. THE END **Inmn ** 1:03:01 Hello, and welcome to the show. Thank you so much for coming on today. Could you introduce yourself with your name, pronouns, and just a little bit about what you do in the world? **Matt ** 1:03:15 Yeah, hi, I'm Matt. He/him pronouns. And I'm a student again, after a really long time, actually, which is why I've just moved to where I'm living now. But I like to write, you know, mostly for me, and this is the first first thing I've published but I enjoy it. And yeah, I'm really grateful that you've taken an interest in it. **Inmn ** 1:03:37 Yeah, totally. I love the story. So we just listened to the second half of your story, Blood, Soil and Frozen TV Dinners and even though listeners just heard...just heard the whole story, I'm wondering if you could just kind of like walk us through the story in your--you know, from the mouth of the author--what is this story about? **Matt ** 1:04:01 So the story, for me, was about, to some extent, seeing yourself in some ways or, you know, people like you, through the eyes of...through the eyes of someone else, I guess, someone who's very different and might see things in a different way. So I always find it interesting to play with different perspectives or different characters instead of telling the story from a heroic perspective or something. And I wondered what a pathway to a better world might look like from someone who didn't necessarily want that to happen. So we have these, you know, preppers who--call them you want, right-wing conservatives, something like this--and what they might think, given the knowledge that they receive about the world, what they might think is happening when something happens that a lot of the rest of us might want. **Inmn ** 1:05:00 Yeah, totally. I really like how you put that. What was it, like, "a better world that they don't necessarily want?" [both laugh] Okay, well, how did this, how did this story kind of...like how did it come to be? What inspiration did you kind of draw from to craft this situation or these like personalities from Tanner and Blake or Earl Swanson? 1:05:35 Yeah, the story itself, there was a discussion last Halloween, I believe it was, on Coffee With Comrades, there was a interview with Pearson and Margaret Killjoy, talking about the discussion of the monster in literature, which is where I first took the idea that they were talking about seeing yourself as the monster in this idea and sometimes reveling in that or perhaps enjoying it. And that was where the first idea came from. And then the most specific layout of the story or main theme, I guess, was, I was doing something on the US Tax Office website. And there's this whole section for aliens, right, if you're an alien in the U.S., these are the tax rules you need to follow. And I just thought it was a funny word. You know, I'd seen it on Fox News or something before but it just struck me as really weird in such an official position. Yeah, and I just was playing with the ideas of this and, you know, I like thinking about utopias and things. And this is where the like the main shape of the story had come from, just the idea of seeing the monster, seeing the alien from there. And then specific characters, I mean, some of them are just kind of people that I've met, you know, Tanner and Blake, specifically, and I think Earl Swanson's character, I mean--I don't know it's possibly libelous--but we can probably figure out who that's meant to be, right? I think it's reasonably obvious. **Inmn ** 1:07:09 Totally, totally. Yeah. Yeah. No, that's super interesting. Yeah, it's funny, I was rereading the story today to prepare for this interview and I realized that the first time that I was reading it, because of this perspective of the.... I'm like, okay, I know, these are some, you know, at least center-right, far-right preppers and they're using the word "alien" and I don't actually know what they mean by this, which was, you know, maybe a purposeful being vague about it, but I was like, I don't know if they think that it's, you know, illegal aliens or undocumented  migrants or whatever or if they mean, like, literal from outer space aliens. And, yeah, I was like, I don't know what they mean by what they're talking about. And maybe they don't either.   1:08:20 This was part of the conceit, right, was setting it up like it's a pretend big reveal, I think, that it's a twist in the story that at some point gets revealed, but that's not really the point. It's not really meant to be a big trick or something like this, you know? I think in discussions in the editing, we talked about in the first page or so when they speaking Arabic, and it's reasonably obvious to anyone that knows Arabic who these people are, you know, it's not hidden, but this was the idea, that they may have meant illegal alien all along, was, you know, the way they we're using the term, but that they weren't necessarily drawing so much of a distinction between the two uses of the word alien, that in their minds a, sort of, invasion by one was the same as the invasion by the other to some extent. **Inmn ** 1:09:10 Yeah, which, you know, I actually really love that from the perspective of.... It's like maybe an interesting twist. I didn't listen to that interview with Pearson and Margaret, so I'm not sure what they talked about, but there's this kind of idea in a lot of spaces that I've been part of,you know, when people talk about things like assimilation or something, especially in queer spaces, of like, "We have to seem harmless to them. We have to seem innocent. We have to seem like we just want to be part of the group," you know, and then this other side that's like, "No, we want to be unknowable. We are claiming the monstrosity that they are putting on us," and I'm like, yeah, we're fucking.... I don't know, anarchists are kind of aliens, like, in an entirely other way of thinking, you know? 1:10:09 Yeah, and just considering some social norms is completely irrelevant or harmful or repressive and other things that other people would consider, perhaps, violent or something seem completely okay to other people. There is a complete sort of alienation of perspective from broader society, I think. And yeah, it is, there's a tension between sometimes wanting to go unnoticed, or, as you say, like assimilate, and even, for me, walking around, you know, sometimes you want to look like an anarchist and sometimes you don't. It's an interesting dynamic, I guess, that you can switch sometimes day-to-day. **Inmn ** 1:10:54 Yeah, yeah. Have you read much of--you know, love talking about this person on the show--have you read much of Ursula Le Guin's Hainish Cycle? 1:11:08 I've read only "The Dispossessed" and "The Left Hand of Darkness".  **Inmn ** 1:11:16 Great examples. I think "The Left Hand of Darkness," kind of brings out this idea of where the reader is going to maybe most identify with the alien, or whatever, in "The Left Hand of Darkness" being not the not the Gethens--or I don't remember what they're called. But then it's like, the more that we're reading the book... or there's some times where I'm this alien or, you know, our perspective person just doesn't understand this culture. And that's really painful. And then there are other times when I'm like, I don't know, maybe the alien's perspectives on the world are far more dissimilar to what a normal person on like our planet Earth would think, because they're advocating for a better world that is very alien to people on this planet. Does that make sense? **Matt ** 1:12:24 Yeah, I mean, in "The Dispossessed," I think it's the same dynamic with Shevak coming back to Earth and presenting the perspective, both ways that it seems incredibly alien to him and then the other way around to everyone else that's there, to the general culture there. Yeah. I think it's an interesting literary device to present the outsider point of view, I think, which I mean, is quite the opposite of what I did in this story, I presented the more mainstream point of view, I guess, but from the circles that we're in, it's funny to see from the outside what that looks like. **Inmn ** 1:13:02 Yeah, yeah, I had this very silly idea once for...I don't know if it was gonna be a short story or what but kind of, using that "alien" trope or like "Stranger in a Strange Land" trope as a way to talk to my parents about anarchism or about radical queer spheres. **Matt ** 1:13:27 Yeah, I mean, that's about as alien as it can get for a lot of people's parents, right. **Inmn ** 1:13:31 Totally. But just as some funny little zine that's like an introduction to the punk house, you know? **Matt ** 1:13:44 Yeah, viewed as some sort of interesting zoo creatures. **Inmn ** 1:13:46 Yeah. I was wondering if you could talk a little bit about the kind of political renderings of Tanner and Blake or ,rather, their differences in how they perceive or interact with either preparedness or this new world that they're encountering? **Matt ** 1:14:14 Yeah, I think that Blake's character is a lot.... He knows what he's doing, right? It's a lot more intentional and more--I guess educated is maybe not quite the right word--but a lot more of an actually constructed ideology, whereas for Tanner it's very much received. He's not so keen, not so entirely sold on the idea or doesn't necessarily know the idea. It feels like it's like lost and failing a lot of the time and I think that's why I found him a much more interesting character because that's how I feel a lot of people that I know and talk to and family members and friends and things or friends of people I know get pulled into a lot of these, you know, reactionary ideologies is kind of by accident a lot of the time, right? Because it's what's presented and what they're drawn into by someone who has a lot more investment in it than they do. And they just kind of bumble into it almost by accident. Yeah. **Inmn ** 1:15:20 Because it's what they're seeing on TV. People who are deeper into that philosophy are like.... It's like the people that they're around who are their own little echo chambers of, "Oh, okay, there's this thing happening. Not sure how I feel about it. But I'm being like, fed this perspective on it." **Matt ** 1:15:46 Yeah, and a lot of the social or interpersonal issues that draw people in as well, I think. I tried to make it seem relatively obvious that Tanner is envious of Blake in a lot of ways, right? He is, you know, hotter than him and he is cooler than him and he knows more than him and he's always trying to, like, live up to this ideal that he has just completely interpersonally with no politics or anything in it. And he just wants to live up to what he thinks Blake wants him to be, which it turns out, is a bad thing. I mean, I'm not trying to excuse Tanner's character too much here. But yeah, I think this is what's really dangerous a lot of the time actually, for people who don't necessarily have a fully formed belief in all of these philosophical systems or something that then puts them on the wrong side not by...not necessarily out of evil intention. **Inmn ** 1:16:54 Yeah. No, that's very true. And it's interesting talking about not excusing Tanner's character too much, but as I was reading the story I found myself like, not necessarily rooting for Tanner and Bl

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OUTLINE of today's show with TIMECODESThe Goldilocks Grid: Not Too Hot, Not Too Cold or No ElectricityThe record temperatures are more a function of measurements than climate change. DoubleSpeak and Double Crossed on "electric reliability".In oil rich Texas, grifting billionaires and corrupt politicians have created a grid that faces one emergency crisis after another — chaos that gives them more control over us — and it's happening worldwide.Installation of "smart" meters for power RATIONING and they've authorized THE USE OF FORCE to install since they know people don't want the forced austerity.EV Semis? One company alone has had a fire each month for the last 4 months while the trucks were parked AT THE FACTORY.EV runs out of charge, bricks and locks in place causing MASSIVE traffic snarl for 9 HOURS 52 Million Airbags Recalled after 2 deaths and 7 injuries over 20 years — but TrumpShots are STILL being pushed Doc Smothers Patient with Pillow — "Euthanized" Mexico legalizes abortion for the first time. What's the difference between ethics and morals? Where do they come from? Without a foundation the world is sliding into the abyss California says the Only Crime is Being a ParentLooters "loaded up the truck & removed all Beverly — Hills that is". California legislature thinks the problem is employees who stop looters and prohibit THAT instead of looting.Parents are called "a clear and present danger" to their pedophile agenda by a judge so the state legislature will prohibit schools telling parents about their gender confused kids.Look at what is happening in so-called conservative Oklahoma.Trump Derangement? Megyn Kelly says she has autoimmune disease after the TrumpShot and a booster but she's gushing with excitement about her upcoming interview with "The Father of the Vaccine", Trump. Don't expect any tough questionsBiden wanted Fauci to take the Vice President spot says book. But why would he take a demotion, having run both Trump and Biden presidencies — and a pay cut as wellGerman hearings on vaccine damage show too many injuries for them to be able to keep up with and sort out but they claim they still don't know if it's safe. And the hearing reveals that, like America, the intelligence agency is in charge of the lockdown/pandemic INTERVIEW China's Economic Struggle and Global Depression Gerald Celente, TrendsJournal.com Ukrainian corruption, EU & China's economic problems, markets, gold, election

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In this episode Ant and Mike consider the way in which language in modern society is shaped by George Orwell's book 1984 and the principles of Newspeak. They share specific examples of Doublespeak, which has become the cultural equivalent of Newspeak. Ant and Mike also talk about the way in which Doublespeak relates to political correctness and the current 'woke' agenda.

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The US Pentagon leaks expose enormous secrets on the Russia-Ukraine war, and the twists & turns of espionage & diplomacy. But whenever faced with leaked information, it always helps to keep a few questions in mind before you believe what you see. Editor-in-Chief Shekhar Gupta lifts the layers in Ep 1212 of Cut The Clutter.

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In this KEEN ON episode, Andrew talks to the Amsterdam based Reinier de Graaf, the author of architect, verb, about a new language of building which has infected architecture with the doublespeak of corrosive words like "wellness", "innovation" and "livability" Reinier de Graaf (1964, Schiedam) is a Dutch architect and writer. He is a partner in the Office for Metropolitan Architecture (OMA), where he leads projects in Europe, Russia and the Middle East. Reinier is the co-founder of OMA's think-tank AMO and Sir Arthur Marshall Visiting Professor of Urban Design at the University of Cambridge. He is the author of Four Walls and a Roof: The Complex Nature of a Simple Profession and the novel The Masterplan. He lives in Amsterdam. Named as one of the "100 most connected men" by GQ magazine, Andrew Keen is amongst the world's best known broadcasters and commentators. In addition to presenting KEEN ON, he is the host of the long-running How To Fix Democracy show. He is also the author of four prescient books about digital technology: CULT OF THE AMATEUR, DIGITAL VERTIGO, THE INTERNET IS NOT THE ANSWER and HOW TO FIX THE FUTURE. Andrew lives in San Francisco, is married to Cassandra Knight, Google's VP of Litigation & Discovery, and has two grown children. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Unity Without Compromise with Dr. Steven LaTulippe – With expert demented minds like George Soros focusing all their energies and big money on election interference, we can't afford to miss his subtle but damning messages. Sharpening and training the mind to see through the camouflaged manipulation is going to be a challenge...

Unity Without Compromise with Dr. Steven LaTulippe – With expert demented minds like George Soros focusing all their energies and big money on election interference, we can't afford to miss his subtle but damning messages. Sharpening and training the mind to see through the camouflaged manipulation is going to be a challenge...

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[00:30] ‘Twitter Files' Part 16: Social Media's COVID Censorship (29 minutes) Part 16 of the “Twitter Files” exposes how Big Pharma used Twitter to promote coronavirus lockdowns and vaccines while censoring the truth about other COVID treatments. The Wall Street Journal is finally questioning, “How Deadly Were the COVID Lockdowns?” Also, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention quietly admitted last Friday that there is a link between the vaccines and strokes in those over 65. [29:30] ‘Deep State' Doublespeak (15 minutes) The “deep state” is filled with disinformation superspreaders. The Biden administration has extended the COVID public health emergency once again, even though Joe Biden has repeatedly stated that the COVID emergency ended months ago. Despite mounting evidence of Biden's underhanded business dealings in Ukraine and unlawful handling of classified documents, we are supposed to believe that he is squeaky clean. Meanwhile, Kevin McCarthy says he will follow through on his promise to release the January 6 footage from the Capitol, but MSNBC says the footage is “very dangerous.” Dangerous for whom? [44:00] Producing Fruit for God (11 minutes) John 15 contains a beautiful analogy of God as a farmer. Jesus Christ is the vine, and we are the branches. The more fruit we produce while connected to the vine, the more glory we bring to God. As God's husbandry, we must focus on allowing Christ to produce in us the abundant, godly fruit that lasts eternally.

SHOW NOTES The magic of Doublespeak, how government, business, advertisers and others use language to deceive you. This is a small excerpt concerning Doublespeak. All program donations to be sent to: $aigner2019(cashapp) or PayPal: https://www.paypal.me/Aigner2019

THIS WEEK: CNN announces the latest in trendy racism “This Week in Pronouns and Sexual Identity Stupidity” I deconstruct the “nothing language” perpetuated by amateur politicians On “A la Carte”: Diehard, Twitter, Balenciaga, Alysa Milano, and Kamala “Slingblade” Harris tells you what life is!On “3 Pro Things”: a member of the Hollywood Elite stays in her lane and dispenses common sense, a movie pick, and sign of the Apocalypse! Kamala “Slingblade” Harris on “3 PRO THINGS”? What's Amateur Nation coming to?Subscribe on Youtube for 60-second podcast previews every Thursday at 7 a.m. Eastern!: https://bit.ly/3wuyAWqWatch the parody song: “My Prez” on YouTube! https://bit.ly/3iyNGpbWatch the video: “30 Things That Are Like Driving a Prius”: https://bit.ly/3glKj7mWatch the parody commercial: “Teachers Gone Wild!”: https://bit.ly/3TdQSHBWatch the parody song: “He's So Stupid (And We Hate That)”: https://bit.ly/3CGNRZaWatch the parody song: “Oh, Say AOC!”: https://bit.ly/3ET17gcWatch the parody song: “We Want LA”: https://bit.ly/3MCVcO5Download the book! https://amzn.to/2qWAOlz Facebook: https://facebook.com/lousantinientertainment GETTR: @lousantiniInstagram: @lou.santini3

We made it! Today, it's episode 94, the final scheduled episode for this rendition of the Mic1park Music Podcast, and I've got Madison, Wisconsin's Doublespeak with me. Another full band interview, we're talking about the band's latest album release, creative processes, life outside music, and much more. Tune in now to hear it all! FOLLOW DOUBLESPEAK ON INSTAGRAM FOLLOW DOUBLESPEAK ON SPOTIFY ALL THINGS DOUBLESPEAK Track Creds (all Doublespeak): "Stop and Pray" "Down with the State" "Wrench" NEXT: TBD ----- MIC1PARK.COM LEGAL: Mic1park Music is not the original owner or creator of any of the music associated on this podcast, unless otherwise noted, nor does Mic1park Music own, profit, or claim any of the rights or royalties to any of this music. The Mic1park Music Podcast is intended for commentary, listening, and learning experiences only. There is no profit directly from the music included on this podcast. This is an independently run platform free of corporate sponsorship and pressure. All associated media and content is managed by Mic1park Music Media founder, and the host of this podcast, Kevin Vargo. Questions, comments, concerns: mic1park.kv@gmail.com EXPLICIT CONTENT WARNING: Associated content is intended for mature viewing/listening audiences only Copyright © 2022 Mic1park Music Media - All Rights Reserved.

The delegitimization of Israel is constant and unyielding. And yet, the facts speak for themselves: Israel was established via a U.N. resolution on the basis of the historic ties between the Jewish people and the Land of Israel. Rabbi Dunner goes back to the very origins of this close association between Jews and Israel, and counters the claim that the Jews are guilty of dispossession.

The news of Texas covered today includes:Our Lone Star story of the day: Elections matter: Lubbock city council's new members tentatively amend proposed property tax rate to the No New Revenue Rate defeating a proposed tax increase. Big thanks to new Councilman Mark McBrayer, Councilwoman Jennifer Wilson, Councilwoman Christy Martinez-Garcia, and Mayor Tray Payne (all new to the council.) It's not a deal yet with a 2nd reading ahead and only one vote to spare. Those voting for higher taxes were Latrelle Joy, Steve Massengale, and Shelia Patterson Harris. And by the way, why do neither of these stories (AJ, KCBD) tell you who voted what way? Is not that among the most important items a news organization should cover?)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.DPS has the state's inspector general investigating several of its officers over the Uvalde school shooting.Beto Pancho O'Rourke talks out of both sides of his mouth on the border.Big AP hit-piece on Oath Keepers is out. If Oath Keepers was truly an “extremist” group then why do the stories not document factual positions of the organization?Houston about to lose place with tallest building in Texas to, yuck, Austin!And, other news of Texas.Listen on the radio, or station stream, at 5pm Central. Click for our affiliates.www.PrattonTexas.com

Do words mean what you think they mean? In this episode, Danielle returns to the monologue setting to sound off about the state of US society. Do words matter? Do words mean what we think they mean? Doublethink Suspension of Disbelief Let's talk about abortion. Don't worry, this isn't your typical one side or the other abortion monologue. Danielle discusses how the Democrat narrative is insistent on suggesting that “abortion is normal” and “abortion is love.” Elizabeth Warren is a featured fuqtard. And this just-it, the word “torture” has been updated. War is Peace, Ignorance is Strength, Freedom is Slavery Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil. Let's visit Isaiah 5:20. Let's take a deep dive into the dystopian work of George Orwell and the classic, 1984. How is 1984 like 2022? What is reality? It's what the Party says it is. Only the Party has the absolute Truth. Are you being seduced into embracing that the only reality that matters is the subjective reality? Deny what you see with your eyes and reject what you hear with your ears. Wait for the broadcast to tell you what to believe. Do not think. Do not think! Making a mistake is a sign of weakness. The Party is not weak. Enjoy the latest installment, a new segment called “Fabulous Fuquery.” Trans woman impregnates 2 women at a women's prison, everyone is so stunned as to how that happened. Also joining this segment, a lovely story on the newly NCAA nominated woman of the year, Lea Thomas. The second half of the show is dedicated to “What is a Woman” a newly released documentary from Matt Walsh, presented by Daily Wire. What is a woman? Matt Walsh interviews a diverse panel of medical professionals as well as a variety of Americans the question, “What is a woman?” Walsh also explores what happens during the transition procedure as well as detransition experiences. Thank you for compassionately considering the perspective of Danielle Kingstrom. Be sure to subscribe to the podcast and connect with the host. You can find Danielle Kingstrom here: Twitter: https://twitter.com/DKingstrom Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/danielle.kingstrom TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@daniellekingstrom1 Website: https://www.daniellekingstrom.com/

Episode 62: In this episode Shane Meyer-Holt joins me again for an analysis of megachurch “doublespeak”. Doublespeak is what we're calling the use of language that sounds good on the surface (and can in fact be used in really healthy ways) but is being used to coerce, manipulate, control and gaslight people. It's where a word like “capacity” is being used to mean “suppress your emotional and physical wellbeing”. Or where “doing it in God's strength” means to stop paying attention to the important signals your body is giving you. Or where “unity” is being used to mean uniformity and compliance. We discuss a range of examples of how this kind of language is used, because it is the pervasive subtlety of this language that often keeps people stuck within toxic cultures. We also look further at the red flags to pay attention to in religious communities, as well as some indications of what healthy community can start to look like.

THE MINISTRY OF TRUTH, DOUBLESPEAK, AND POLITICAL TRUTH

As we worked through Chapter 9 of part 2 of George Orwell's 1984 it was clear that we had too much material to complete the discussion we began last week in a single episode. You can listen to the whole novel on our Simple Gifts Podcast, uninterrupted with my commentary. This episode and the two following were drafted as a unit, but had to be divided into manageable portions; these ideas should be presented and digested together, as they form a single narrative This week we begin with the theme that structures the remainder of these episodes. As Jenny and I walk our neighborhood each week, we see sign after sign proclaiming "Science is Real." It is meant as a provocation, but properly understood it is emblematic of what Orwell calls DOUBLESPEAK. As we mentioned last week, these episodes are meant to introduce an episode (or series of episodes) of the Christian Atheist we are entitling "The Evident, Evidence, and Faith." I thought it might be useful to illustrate what I believe to be the opposing side to the positive faith-based vision that structures Western liberal society - the Hegelian vision I have been attempting to explicate here at the Christian Atheist for our entire existence, which I have been trying to understand all my life. George Orwell's dystopian novel, 1984, is, I think, the best example in literature of the logical outplaying of the post-Hegelian logic in practical politics. It is disheartening to compare today's Woke culture (and its ideological history/development) to Orwell's Oceania. Join us, and let me know what you think of the parallels. If you'd like to support us, donate through Paypal at Romanschapter5@comcast.net

On the great legal history episode of Amicus, host Dahlia Lithwick is joined first by David Gans, director of the Human Rights, Civil Rights, and Citizenship Program at the Constitutional Accountability Center. While GOP Senators used the Ketanji Brown Jackson hearings to take potshots at important ideas like unenumerated rights and substantive due process to score points with their base, the talking points became entrenched in political discourse. Does it matter? Of course it does. Later in the show, Dahlia is joined by Rund Abdelfatah co-host and producer of NPR's podcast Throughline. The podcast explores the history behind current events. Dahlia and Rund talk about Throughline's episode Pirates of the Senate to take a closer look at the history behind the filibuster, and explore why so many of our ideas about the filibuster are just plain wrong.  In our Slate Plus segment, Dahlia is joined by Mark Joseph Stern on the Judge Ketanji Brown Jackson confirmation, a case creating a new constitutional bar against malicious prosecution, and more shadow docket shenanigans.  Podcast production by Sara Burningham and Cheyna Roth. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

On the great legal history episode of Amicus, host Dahlia Lithwick is joined first by David Gans, director of the Human Rights, Civil Rights, and Citizenship Program at the Constitutional Accountability Center. While GOP Senators used the Ketanji Brown Jackson hearings to take potshots at important ideas like unenumerated rights and substantive due process to score points with their base, the talking points became entrenched in political discourse. Does it matter? Of course it does. Later in the show, Dahlia is joined by Rund Abdelfatah co-host and producer of NPR's podcast Throughline. The podcast explores the history behind current events. Dahlia and Rund talk about Throughline's episode Pirates of the Senate to take a closer look at the history behind the filibuster, and explore why so many of our ideas about the filibuster are just plain wrong.  In our Slate Plus segment, Dahlia is joined by Mark Joseph Stern on the Judge Ketanji Brown Jackson confirmation, a case creating a new constitutional bar against malicious prosecution, and more shadow docket shenanigans.  Podcast production by Sara Burningham and Cheyna Roth. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

THIS WEEK:*Don't like the price of gas? Amateur Nation says, “just buy an electric car?” From the people who ignored election fraud, blindly wore masks, and rolled up their sleeves without a second thought.*Another example of doublespeak, buzzwords and nonsensical jargon impressing the easily duped population of Amateur Nation.*Nobody out-propagandizes The Hut!PLUS:*On “A la Carte”: more on-line car-buying propaganda, where have all the monoliths gone?, VP Cammie, “The Hyena” Harris goes Yogi Berra on us, and late-night TV comedians just can't find anything to make fun of about President Coloring Book!*On “3 Pro Things”: the plan to “Rescue America”, shooting down racist hypocrisy, and a heartwarming and useful Instagram account for kids who aren't growing up with a man in the house.Get podcast previews and other fun content every Thursday at 7 a.m. Eastern! See the lyrics and “like” the video for, “Oh, Say, AOC!” on YouTube! https://bit.ly/3zDuHBtSubscribe on YouTube: https://bit.ly/3wuyAWqGet the book! https://amzn.to/2qWAOlz Facebook: https://facebook.com/lousantinientertainment GETTR: @lousantiniInstagram: @lou.santini3Website: www.lousantini.com 

Paleo (most ancient) cultures were aware of the existence of giants. Most of those cultures viewed them as great warriors, heroes, and transmitters of divine oracles. The Bible, in clear contrast, views them as abominations, corruptions, and transmitters of evil. This stems, at least, from the Bible's sensitivity to the spiritual world. This episode establishes important backgrounds for still later (newer) biblical teachings. I also share my thoughts on the war in Ukraine.

A new video from a pro-life group about "pro-choice men" exposes once again the conservative Christian world's penchant for blaming men even for the things women do.  We see this clearly on display in the pro-life movement in how, while they say abortion is murder and the worst social evil in the country, they describe women who abort their babies as victims, even casting blame at men as in this video. Men are also blamed for women in combat in the military, any martial or family problems, etc. This is a form of moral doublespeak, and was identified in part as far by as 1987 by no less than famed sociologist James Davison Hunter. It's a big reason why men should exercise extreme caution in believing and acting on anything these conservative ministers tell them on gender.Video: Abortion Rights Are Pro-Choice Men's Rights - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o950k2HffWwBecome a Subscriber on Substack: https://aaronrenn.substack.com/Become a Member today:Via Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/masculinistVia Gumroad: https://gumroad.com/masculinist/membership

Rod and Kale ruminate on what our moment heralds for us in the West. Rod's offers further thoughts on his experience of watching his home from afar, and how perspectives can be shaped by being a "stranger in a strange land."   Why is the future, which has been located optimistically in the West and in the concept of Freedom, suddenly up for grabs. In his conversations with ordinary Hungarians, many voice a skepticism of their own government, but also a genuine distaste for the external threats of immigration and the internal threats of gender ideology.   Is our faith in the future at stake? Can the West muster the energy and focus to play the role of future shaper? Or will China's brand of capital diplomacy be our future?   Both think we are at the end of something big...and perhaps as a culture, we really are in fact crazy.   Mentioned in the podcast:   Baylor Flipped: Every Knee Shall Bow | The American Conservative Carl Trueman's The Rise and Triumph of the Modern Self: The Rise and Triumph of the Modern Self - Faith & Law (faithandlaw.org) Al Mohler podcast on Baylor: Monday, May 17, 2021 - AlbertMohler.com Walker Percy's letter to the NYT: Walker Percy's 1981 Letter to the New York Times on the Con and Doublespeak of the Abortion Discussion (thegospelcoalition.org) Richard Henania: Why is Everything Liberal? - Richard Hanania's Newsletter (substack.com)