Podcasts about Evil

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Steven is the Vilas Research Professor and the William H. Hay II Professor of Philosophy, at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, and Director of the Institute for Research in the Humanities at UW-Madison. He specializes in 17th century philosophy with a focus on Spinoza, Descartes, and Leibniz. His books include: Spinoza: A Life (1999) Rembrandt's Jews (2003) The Best of All Possible Worlds: A Story of Philosophers, God, and Evil (2008) The Philosopher, the Priest, and the Painter: A Portrait of Descartes (2013) Why Bad Thinking Happens to Good People: How Philosophy Can Save Us from Ourselves (2021), co-authored with Larry Shapiro He has two forthcoming books in 2026: Why Read Maimonides Today? Spinoza, Atheist _______________________________________ If you appreciate my work and would like to support it: https://subscribestar.com/the-saad-truth https://patreon.com/GadSaad https://paypal.me/GadSaad To subscribe to my exclusive content on X, please visit my bio at https://x.com/GadSaad _______________________________________ This clip was posted on November 5, 2025 on my YouTube channel as THE SAAD TRUTH_1933: https://youtu.be/qIqBMROrM7I _______________________________________ Please visit my website gadsaad.com, and sign up for alerts. If you appreciate my content, click on the "Support My Work" button. I count on my fans to support my efforts. You can donate via Patreon, PayPal, and/or SubscribeStar. _______________________________________ Dr. Gad Saad is a professor, evolutionary behavioral scientist, and author who pioneered the use of evolutionary psychology in marketing and consumer behavior. In addition to his scientific work, Dr. Saad is a leading public intellectual who often writes and speaks about idea pathogens that are destroying logic, science, reason, and common sense.  _______________________________________

This week, we're recording on election day while awaiting results to find out which version of "Democrats are doing it wrong!" the pundits will run with tomorrow.We open with words of wisdom from Illinois Governor JB Pritzker to the American Federation of Teachers. Then we come to bury Dick Cheney, not to praise him.We'll explore our "12 Rules for Staying Fing Sane," which we redefine as a playbook for Democratic victories.  And then we dive deep into Three Days of the Condor (RIP Robert Redford).  MAGA voters simultaneously demand government protection for their economic interests while raging against assistance for "undeserving" others.  What does Cliff Robertson's character Higgins teach us about "paternalistic authoritarianism" and the fascist bargain? Plus: Why getting rid of Citizens United, child tax credits, and taxing the rich all poll very well—but you'd never know it from the consultant class.Not safe for work. Recorded live from the Cornfield Resistance.Stay in Touch! Email: proleftpodcast@gmail.comWebsite: proleftpod.comSupport via Patreon: patreon.com/proleftpodor Donate in the Venmo App @proleftpodMail: The Professional Left, PO Box 9133, Springfield, Illinois, 62791Support the show

The Prophecy Pros discuss the God of vengeance through the lens of Revelation chapter 19. *HARVEST PROPHECY CRUISE* June 20-27, 2026 | HarvestProphecyHQ.com *LATEST BOOK RELEASES FROM THE PROPHECY PROS** The Non-Prophet's Guide to Heaven – Todd Hampson The End of the World According to Jesus of Nazareth — Jeff Kinley The Non-Prophet's Guide to the Book of Daniel — Todd Hampson The Prophecy Pros' Illustrated Guide to Tough Questions About the End Times — Jeff Kinley, Todd Hampson God's Grand Finale — Jeff Kinley For more resources, visit HarvestProphecyHQ.com

Episode 272: Sister, today, we begin a four-week Bible study taken from my devotional book "Love For His Word. I share four different topics within the devotional to help you grow in your relationship with God. Today, we focus on having deliverance and protection from God from temptation and sin. Enjoy! Are you ready to overcome fear with faith, discouragement with confidence, and feeling stuck with steadfast growth in our relationship with God?  Join our dynamic and loving sisterhood, the Daughter Arise Collective. Bit.ly/daughterarise If you enjoyed this devotional from my book, LOVE FOR HIS WORD, then I invite you to grab your own copy here: bit.ly/lovehisword Want Community, Free Bible Study Resources, and More?  Visit https://theintentionalchristianwoman.com/.  One of my favorite places for great Bible resources, PLUS get a 10% Discount: https://www.coffeeandbibletime.com/?ref=nfgfya7p Coupon Code: ROSAALEJANDRO Want to start and grow a successful podcast & business or ministry? Let my amazing podcasting coach help you! https://tinyurl.com/readytopodcast

Lost, Evil, Person of Interest, Saw and theater actor Michael Emerson and I get back together in New York for a brand new, equally intriguing conversation with you. It's Michael's fourth appearance on Really Famous and as you'll hear, intriguing topics await you! Links to everything: Instagram | @karamayerrobinson TikTok | @karamayerrobinson Facebook | facebook.com/karamayerrobinson/ All the talks with Michael and me: My first talk with Michael Emerson  ➤ https://youtu.be/5tiBN1x1NRI  My second talk with Michael Emerson  ➤ https://youtu.be/9LGR7mFm-aU  My third talk with Michael Emerson - on YouTube only! ➤ https://youtu.be/_QofS19cuuI  Subscribe on YouTube  ➤ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCbR3_S40FqVaWfKhYOTneSQ Share your thoughts ➤ mailto:reallyfamouspodcast@gmail.com Therapy + coaching ➤ https://really-famous.com/therapy-sessions Celebrity interview by Kara Mayer Robinson Music: Take a Chance by Kevin MacLeod - Incompetech - Creative Commons

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If Jesus tells us to love our enemies, does that extend all the way to Satan? This week, Kaitlyn and Mike take a surprisingly thoughtful kids' question and use it to explore what Christians mean when we talk about the devil, and what Scripture is actually asking of us when it commands enemy-love. They also revisit the much-maligned phrase "love the sinner, hate the sin,"  and ask whether it still has value, and consider why the hardest "enemies" to love usually aren't cosmic villains, but the people who cut us off in traffic, frustrate us in the checkout line, or vote differently than we do.   0:00 - Theme Song   2:23 - Does God Love Satan?   6:00 - Who/what is Satan   10:14 - Satan and Evil   14:00 - Sponsor - SelectQuote - Go to https://www.selectquote.com/kaitlyn to get started on your new life insurance policy   15:02 - Sponsor - World Relief - Let's Talk About It! World Relief has conversation cards about displacement and immigration, downloadable at https://worldrelief.com/KAITLYN   18:05 - What is Love?   31:42 - Enemy Love and God's Love   34:23 - End Credits

Welcome to our Reveal podcast,Today, we're tackling one of the most dramatic images in the Book of Revelation  The Dragon and The Beast.In Revelation 12 and 13, the Apostle John describes a dragon and a beast rising out of the sea terrifying, powerful figures that symbolize satanic rebellion and worldly deception.The dragon is clearly identified in Revelation 12:9 as Satan himself  “that ancient serpent called the devil.” He is the spiritual power behind all evil, seeking to oppose God's plan and destroy His people.Then comes the beast from the sea, representing earthly empires or leaders empowered by the dragon a picture of political and spiritual systems that demand worship and allegiance apart from God. This beast mirrors the dragon's authority, imitating divine power but using it to deceive and persecute.Together, the dragon and the beast form a kind of unholy trinity, a counterfeit of God's truth. While the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit bring life and salvation, the dragon, the beast, and later the false prophet bring deception, control, and destruction.But here's the hope their reign is temporary. Revelation 19 shows Jesus returning in glory, destroying the beast, and binding the dragon. Evil may roar for a season, but Christ's victory is eternal.To support this ministry and help us continue our God-given mission, click here:Subscribe to our channel for the latest sermons:https://www.youtube.com/@revealvineyardLearn more about Vineyard Church Reveal Campus:https://www.revealvineyard.com/Follow us on social media!Instagram | https://www.instagram.com/vineyardrevealcampus Facebook | https://www.facebook.com/RevealVineyard

Get ready for a laugh riot with Trippin with Opie and Matt! This rapid-fire supercut from the Opie Radio podcast at Gebhards is loaded with outrageous moments—think clapping controversies, Trump's war on bike lanes, and wild rants about Jewish stereotypes, fermented shark, and Little Debbie pre-porn confessions. Opie, Matt, and Ron dive into hilarious tangents, from Aerosmith's bizarre name origin to the 27 Club's tragic tales. Subscribe for more unfiltered chaos!

The film Nuremberg, to be released November 7th, 2025 is an American drama written, co-produced and edited by James Vanderbilt. It is based on the 2013 book, THE NAZI AND THE PSYCHIATRIST by Jack El Hai..In 1945, after his capture at the end of the Second World War, Hermann Göring arrived at an American-run detention center in war-torn Luxembourg, accompanied by sixteen suitcases and a red hatbox. The suitcases contained all manner of paraphernalia: medals, gems, two cigar cutters, silk underwear, a hot water bottle, and the equivalent of 1 million in cash. Hidden in a coffee can, a set of brass vials housed glass capsules containing a clear liquid and a white precipitate: potassium cyanide. Joining Göring in the detention center were the elite of the captured Nazi regime. Grand Admiral Dönitz; armed forces commander Wilhelm Keitel and his deputy Alfred Jodl; the mentally unstable Robert Ley; the suicidal Hans Frank; the pornographic propagandist Julius Streicher. Fifty-two senior Nazis in all, of whom the dominant figure was Göring.To ensure that the villainous captives were fit for trial at Nuremberg, the US army sent an ambitious army psychiatrist, Captain Douglas M. Kelley, to supervise their mental well-being during their detention. Kelley realized he was being offered the professional opportunity of a lifetime: to discover a distinguishing trait among these arch-criminals that would mark them as psychologically different from the rest of humanity. So began a remarkable relationship between Kelley and his captors, told here for the first time with unique access to Kelley's long-hidden papers and medical records.Kelley's was a hazardous quest, dangerous because against all his expectations he began to appreciate and understand some of the Nazi captives, none more so than the former Reichsmarshall, Hermann Göring. Evil had its charms.Joining me to discuss, NUREMBERG and the book the film is based on THE NAZI AND THE PSYCHIATRIST: Hermann Goring, Dr. Douglas M. Kelley, and a Fatal Meeting of Minds at the End of WWll—Jack El-Hai

Has Christian nationalism gone too far? In this lively yet thought-provoking conversation, we explore the tension between faith and politics, the role of the church in society, and how cultural challenges shape the way Christians embody the teachings of Jesus. From examining controversial trends like the rise of extreme Christian nationalism to unpacking theological nuances such as cruciformity and the kingdom of God, this discussion invites listeners to wrestle with what it means to live faithfully in a complex world. With humor, personal stories, and deep theological insight, the hosts tackle questions like: How should Christians navigate cultural issues without compromising their witness? What does justice look like in a society shaped by competing wills? And how do we maintain humility and curiosity in the face of divisive ideologies?  We encourage you to join the conversation—email us your thoughts or engage with us on Instagram and Facebook. Let's continue to pursue a faith that reflects the heart of Jesus in a world that desperately needs it. Your voice matters as we explore these crucial questions together! CHAPTERS: 00:00 - Intro 02:50 - Patreon Update 04:06 - Christian Nationalism Analysis 13:45 - Engaging Politics Effectively 17:40 - Fear and Political Overreach 19:40 - America vs. Israel: A Comparison 23:46 - Church Reform and Renewal 26:40 - The Need for Version Q 30:04 - Listener Question Segment 31:50 - Recognizing God's Answers to Prayer 38:58 - Personal Testimony of Answered Prayer 44:20 - Tim's Biblical Approach 46:15 - The Effectiveness of Prayer 55:25 - Why Prayer Sometimes Fails 58:44 - Understanding God's Will 1:08:38 - The Problem of Evil 1:11:44 - The Concept of Image Bearers 1:14:08 - Redefining God's Nature 1:15:40 - Mysteries of Faith Explained 1:16:55 - Christmas Decor Insights 1:18:34 - Support Our Podcast As always, we encourage and would love discussion as we pursue. Feel free to email in questions to hello@voxpodcast.com, and to engage the conversation on Facebook and Instagram. We're on YouTube (if you're into that kinda thing): VOXOLOGY TV. Our Merch Store! ETSY Learn more about the Voxology Podcast Subscribe on iTunes or Spotify Support the Voxology Podcast on Patreon The Voxology Spotify channel can be found here: Voxology Radio Follow us on Instagram: @voxologypodcast and "like" us on Facebook Follow Mike on Twitter: www.twitter.com/mikeerre Music in this episode by Timothy John Stafford Instagram & Twitter: @GoneTimothy

Derrick Todd Lee (DTL) terrorized the Baton Rouge and Lafayette Louisiana. A Serial Killer who took the lives of at least (7) women in the late 1990's and early 2000's, Lee's reign of terror finally ended in late May of 2003 when he was captured in Atlanta, GA after being linked by DNA.In Part 1 of this multi-part docuseries award winning host Kelly Jennings brings you inside Lee's formative years that reflected various signs which would eventually create the monster Lee would grow up to become.This is DTL Hosted by Kelly Jennings and produced by the experts at Envision Podcast Productions.For Media or Advertising Inquiries Envisionpodcaststudios@gmail.comTimestamps 01:09 The Birth of Evil03:32 A Freshman's Perspective04:41 Life on LSU Campus07:07 Baton Rouge Serial Killers x309:29 DTL's Early Life13:13 Early Signs of Trouble17:58 The Path to Violence22:20 Troubled Relationships  27:47 The Shift to Murder28:21 The Unfolding Horror#DTL #podcast #DerrickToddLee #BatonRouge #SerialKiller #unspeakable 

It's a new Davey Mac Sports Program as the Dave Man is fired up and he's letting all kinds of people have it!   Dave calls out the World Series-winning Dodgers for being the L.A. Douchebags that they are!   Congrats on the back-to-back championships, you tools!   Plus, the Giants are still a nightmarish embarrassment as they lose again while the defense sucks, the coaching is terrible, Darius Slayton drops more clutch passes, and the entire organization goes in the toilet!   There is some DMSP controversy as Dave responds to Robert's insane comments from last week!   Dave calls out ESPN for being dirty as they are burying the NBA gambling scandal story while continuing to promote their sports betting app...can you say conflict of interests, kids?!   Dave discusses people like Stephen A. Smith taking dirty money!   And much, much more!   Enjoy this spectacular 408th episode of the award-winning Davey Mac Sports Program today!     

When the “Letters from Chad” project launched in September 2025, convicted killer Chad Daybell tried to rebrand himself as a persecuted prophet, writing from his death row cell in Idaho, preaching innocence between the lines. But the words that were supposed to save his image did something else entirely. They exposed him. Let's walk through the full timeline of these letters, when they began, what he said, and why they suddenly stopped. We'll talk about the psychology behind Chad's need to control the narrative, how narcissistic offenders weaponize faith, and what this silence really means for his legal strategy and his psyche.Because make no mistake about the silence. It isn't a sign of redemption, it's a moment of recalibration. And when the next “revelation” comes, it'll be scripted, strategic, and manipulative. We'll also examine how his words impact the families of JJ Vallow, Tylee Ryan, Tammy Daybell, and Charles Vallow and why the world should never forget that behind his spiritual spin lies real human tragedy. Then I'll share why I believe Chad's personality won't allow him to stay silent. The prophet may be grounded for now—but he's still trying to fly that same broken plane.#ChadDaybell #LoriVallow #LoriDaybell #TammyDaybell #JJVallow #TyleeRyan #CharlesVallow #AlexCox #EmmaMurray #DaybellLetters #DoomsdayCult #IdahoMurders #TrueCrime #DeathRow #Profiling #Psychology #Narcissist #Faith #Fraud #JusticeForJJ #JusticeForTylee #JusticeForTammy #CourtTV #LawAndCrime #DoomsdayProphet #LettersFromChad #Idaho #Cult=======================================Order Wolves in Sheep's Clothing now! https://www.profilingevil.com/wolvesOrder Deceived, An Investigative Memoir of the Zion Society Cult. (Signed and shipped FREE in USA) https://www.paypal.com/ncp/payment/DYVV8R6AQELKGOrder She Knew No Fear (Signed and Free USA Shipping) https://www.paypal.com/ncp/payment/9NKCKQ5EUHR6YDONATE to Profiling Evil: https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=T54JX76RZ455SSUPPORT our Podcasts: https://www.buzzsprout.com/1213394/support

Join us as we dive into Supertramp's iconic album, "Breakfast in America." Discover what makes this album a timeless classic and explore the fascinating context of its release during a pivotal time between Europe and America. From its catchy tunes to its insightful lyrics, we break down why this album continues to resonate with fans across the globe. Don't miss our in-depth discussion on the artistry and impact of Supertramp's masterpiece!   dl Evil

Today on the show, Paul and Ben talk about word association, body types, clowning, Six Flags, improv, misrepresentations on candy packaging, AI in advertising, Bert is Evil, coffee, mild weather, phone plans, and finally minimum chips.

Lauretta hosts the program today and offers praises for the film Triumph over Evil and its' producer Oscar Delgado promising to look into “next steps” for the messaging of the film.  She calls on all prayer warriors to pray for our Nigerian Christian brothers and sisters that are being persecuted for their faith. She calls on all life supporters to reach out to the Governor to express disagreement over the assisted suicide bill that was passed this morning. After the first break, Lauretta is joined by Lindsay Koff of Sent Global Mission to discuss the devastation of the category 5 hurricane making landfall in Jamaica on October 29th and to share what is needed and how to help.  Please visit their website at www.sentglobalmission.org to donate. 100% of donations got to the people in Jamaica. St. Stanislaus Kostka Parish  

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 24 Eve of the New Order In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Earned leadership is a blessing; assigned leadership is a burden   "Am I going to have to spank this little kitty to teach you a lesson?" Rio asked sweetly. Mercy vigorously shook her head in denial. "So you don't want me to do this?" Rio began energetically rubbing her fingers over the moist cunt. I was distracted from the rest of that exchange by Barbie Lynn's recovery. She climbed up my body, cheeks still full of my cum and staring at me with a mischievous hunger. At the moment I thought we were going to mimic the cum-swapping trick Ms. Lane and I had done, she went in another direction. Barbie Lynn leaned forward within inches of Vivian's face. Vivian reacted by pulling away, knocking the back of her skull against the headboard of the bed. "Barbie Lynn, I am not kissing you, and I am certainly not kissing you with Zane's, seed/semen in your mouth," Vivian insisted. Barbie Lynn mumbled something that sounded somewhat like 'but you'll like it' and did her best to look sexy, innocent, and inviting all at once. She would have had me convinced that brushing my teeth with uranium hexafluoride was the best thing for long term dental health too. Barbie Lynn pressed forward, Vivian held her back by putting a hand on each shoulder, and then Barbie Lynn transferred one of Vivian's hands so that it now supported one of Barbie Lynn's dangling tits. Realistically, Vivian was better at Karate than Barbie Lynn and could have blocked/resisted the blow, but Vivian had the ability to be remarkably compliant at the weirdest of times, like right now. Barbie Lynn was really close to doing as promised. "Please don't," Vivian asked softly. Barbie Lynn went one step further; she tapped her forehead to Vivian's forehead, smiled at her, and sat up, ready to swallow at last. "Wait, don't!" Rio cried out. She switched direction so that she was beside Barbie Lynn and they were the ones now actually kissing and letting my semen travel from tongue to tongue. When Rio got her share and then some, she spun rapidly back to Mercy and slapped that girl's thigh, motioning her up on her knees facing Rio. As Mercy reached the appointed position, Rio took her head in both hands and bore into a powerful oral exchange. One blowjob with three recipients, not my normal wake-up routine. That aforementioned bunch of guys is going to crucify me, upside down. Mercy went from slightly hesitant to rather animated in seconds, keeping tight to Rio as Rio tried to withdraw. Mercy's tongue lashed Rio's mouth a few more times before Rio pushed her back. "You like that, my Bang-bunny?" Rio taunted Mercy. "Do you like Zane's cream on your tongue and going down your throat?" "Yes," Mercy responded shyly, "yes, I like it very much." I waited for 'can I have another' and an inappropriate chorus from 'Oliver'. Rio didn't see things that way. She wrapped Mercy up by the waist and kissed her once more. "Okay, but since you are such a lousy cocksucker I am going to make you practice on Zane every night at eleven until you get it right, at least until the end of the semester," Rio scolded Mercy. "If that is what you want!" Mercy beamed. "Lord Jesus, save me," Vivian prayed for sanity to return to the room. "Oh, no, you are not," Barbie Lynn challenged Mercy and Rio's little scheme as she rushed to my rescue. "Not every night, anyway," she added. Maybe not rushing to my rescue after all. "The next lady to lay claim to my sexual favors, I'm going to make French kiss Ms. Marlowe during breakfast at the Dining Hall," I threatened. "Spread the word." "How is that going to work?" Rio snickered. "I don't know, but I've done every other inconceivable thing I've set out to do so why should this be any different?" I gave her a lopsided grin. "Yes, all of this is very nice," Vivian lectured, "but Zane only has seven minutes left to take a shower downstairs." We started to stampede for the exit. "Robes, towels," Vivian reminded us. She was rapidly learning many of the important skills one needs to become a mother to teenagers, a cat wrangler, or a prison guard. The Dawn of the New Order, like it or not.   It started at 6:45 as we began filing out of the dorm toward the dining hall and breakfast. We received texts, or our dorm mothers received them if we didn't have that function, assigning us a tribe we belonged to. What was a tribe? No one seemed to have a clue what this entailed for us.   "So," Iona was the first to ask me, "What tribe are you part of?"   "My tribe's called the Mediator tribe," I responded. "What lame-ass name does your tribe have?" Iona blinked at me, took my phone from my hands, and looked at it while we walked.   "Mercy and I are in 17," Rio sneered. "Why did your group merit a name and ours didn't?"   "Because Zane doesn't have a tribe," Iona figured. "He is not of the mediator tribe; he's a mediator. The real question is, how many mediators are there and what is their responsibility?"   "I'm in tribe three," Vivian volunteered. "I do have a notation but no indication who to see about it." The conversations around us were going in the same general direction, the girls trying to figure what sort of disruptions this would cause. The teachers put a kibosh on students walking around and finding out where their friends were placed so the text and phone messages being tossed around were obscene.   The surprise going to breakfast had saved virtually all of the freshmen from Handmaiden's Duty but they snapped us up heading for Assembly. I had Frederica Nicholas who decided to make a game of her giving me a word and me having to create a poetic verse. I rapidly learned the more risqu my verse, the more touchy-feely she became. (And she is a Rhaine supporter, huh?) I am a glutton for sexual foreplay no matter where it comes from.   Entry into the Assembly Hall brought its own special form of confusion. All the seats had numbers for the tribes that could sit there. I didn't find my group anywhere but I did catch the fact that Christina's group had been broken up. I stopped by Heaven to put a comforting hand on her shoulder because she looked terribly unsettled before I approached Ms. Goodswell on the stage.   My spiritual advisor stood up, walked to the edge of the stage, and knelt down so we could talk privately.   "Hi, Teach. I can't seem to find my groups/tribe's area," I said pleasantly. "Can you help me out? Hell, can you tell me what's going on?"   "Zane, your seat is right over there," she said, pointing to a chair on the front row, aisle seat. She smiled sadly. "All I can tell you about this program right now is that I trust you." Oh crap, that didn't sound good. Sitting on the front row, the region normally reserved for seniors, was just as disturbing. I sensed an epic boning in my future and I was sure I knew who the chick with the strap-on was.   Chancellor Bazz came to the podium and led us through the first ten minutes of the session. I could tell she was simmering with anger and resentment over whatever the upcoming fiasco was, and she showed it. She introduced Vice Chancellor Scarlett, then sat down abruptly. Her enthusiasm wasn't muted; it was buried in the core of the earth.   "Greetings, students of Freedom Fellowship University; I believe we stand at the first step to a great, glorious, and blessed experiment," Vice Chancellor Doctor Victoria Scarlett began. Her plan did sound grandiose, was certainly going to be famous (or infamous), and whichever supernatural powers put their mark on this train wreck, I was sure we'd discover the Arch-angel Morningstar also had his sulfuric fingerprints on it when the CSI's were finally brought in.   The basics of the scheme: There would be eighteen tribes of fifty or more members. Each tribe had all four grades in it but was focused on declared majors so that the girls could support one another. Each tribe would internally determine how they would regulate themselves as well. Externally, relations would be overseen by the Mediator, yes, that was in the singular, as in one: me.   At this point, I was wondering if jumping up, shooting Scarlett in the heart, and crying 'Sic semper tyrannis' was appropriate. I didn't have a gun and realistically, Victoria didn't deserve death for what she was putting all of us through. A few days in a pillory would suffice. No, she was making me be the 'Man' of our academic community, our judge and arbitrator.   As for my job qualifications, or lack thereof; I am considered morally loose, if not downright deviant. I'm an eighteen-year-old boy telling twenty-one-year-old women what to do, I have no legal experience, oh, yes, and half the campus hates my guts. I almost missed it when Doctor Scarlett added that Vivian would remain my guardian.   Maybe Vivian would throw herself in the path of a sharpened pencil, pen, or stylus aimed at my heart by any number of the young ladies that wanted me dead, just like a Secret Service Agent.   "You will be informed of the location of your first meetings. Each tribe will meet at eight o'clock tonight and tomorrow night to create the foundations of your group," Doctor Scarlett informed us.   "Tribes five and seventeen will be meeting in the Solarium of Alan Smithee dorm, if that is okay with Mr. Braxton." Victoria looked my way. I stood up in case anyone missed my discomfort for being called out and actually asked by a lead educator for anything resembling permission on this campus.   "Eight o'clock tonight?" I questioned. "I don't know if that works for me. I have a Brazilian body wax at eight and have scheduled my eyebrows to be plucked at 8:45, plus there is a new episode of NCIs: Los Angeles at nine."   "How about they promise to keep the noise level down?" Victoria volleyed right back at me without missing a beat.   "Very well, Doctor Scarlett, if you personally guarantee their behavior, I'm okay with them using my room," I allowed. I couldn't provoke Scarlett and I couldn't embarrass her, so I was back to facing her rear-bound artificial cock catching up with my behind. I sat back down. Victoria quickly exited center stage and a bitter Chancellor ushered us through the last of the service.   I waited outside the Assembly Hall for my friends and my Handmaiden for the moment, Theresa Yates. Christina and Chastity caught up with me first, both giving me a curious look.   "Bro," Rio sneered as she and Mercy joined us, "we need to discuss your future abuse of power, bribes and kick-backs you are going to get. Nice banter with ol' Scarlett too."   "Yes," Christina said sarcastically, "being flippant with the Vice Chancellor backfired so spectacularly the first time, it definitely needed repeating." Her criticism really sucked because I always secretly wanted her to think well of me.   "What's your plan?" Chastity prodded me. She was always helping me out when she got the chance. As she finished, Iona, Hope, Faith, and Heaven showed up.   "They split us up," growled Heaven. "Do something, Zane."   "He just found out about this," Iona responded before I could. "Give it time and combined, we will come up with a solution together." I sighed with some relief at her assistance and then I blinked. The powerful kiss I planted on Iona's lips caught everyone off-guard.   "Freaking brilliant!" I complimented her gaily, giddy with glee. I didn't have an actual plan yet but I had a direction to propel my thought toward. With my mind awhirl, I caught sight of Theresa moving past me on her way to class.   "Hey, Theresa," I called out. "What are you having me do today?" She looked a bit shocked.   "Zane, we are no longer allowed to call on you for Handmaiden's Duty," she informed me.   "Oh, He, ck no," I choked out. "Who says?"   "The Vice-Chancellor declared you to be outside the tradition," she stated sadly. I wasn't going to stand for this. Victoria was building a wedge between me and the rest of the student body.   "Iona, do that tech-thing that you do and inform the ladies that by the authority vested in me as mediator, I am reinstating myself as part of the Handmaiden's duty until, over half of the tribal leaders petition that I do otherwise," I announced.   "By tech-thing, do you mean send a text message with an accompanying e-mail to all the students on the school registry?" Iona regarded me quizzically.   "Zane," Chastity worried, "are you sure you have the authority?"   "Of course he has the authority," Rio declared. "He's the freaking mediator." Sometimes I would really like to get a word in before the conversation runs away from me.   I swatted Iona on the ass, she squawked.   "Chastity, this is clearly a game of chicken, so why not see how far Scarlett is willing to go," I replied. The look Christina gave me restored my faith in me; her eyes beamed at me, alight with an intellectual fire. I had one last thing to do while the chaos boiled one last time before the ebb: I hugged Rio.   "I want you to break into Gabrielle's place," I whispered in her ear, "wait for her to come get you, and tell her this: There is no Cordelia Dresden."   "Back off, Joker," Rio punched me. Rio trusted me not to put her in harm's way if I had another choice and Gabrielle knew that Rio would be the last person any sane individual would trust to do this.   She gave no hint of a reply to my request. The assumption was, if Cordelia didn't know what we were up to, she couldn't figure out a way to stop us, and right now I wanted a way for us out of her little game here at FFU. My current theory was that the girl I knew as Cordelia didn't exist before she came here, she was an invented personality, and I wanted to know who the inventor was.   Oh yeah, back to my actual life where my academic and social lives were in upheaval because my current nemesis (or one of them anyway) was a crusading idealist. I swear to God, if I survive this place, I will never forgive Aunt Jill for not sending me to the University of Hawaii, which was my first choice for college. All I had to worry about there was hurricanes, tsunamis, volcanoes, and the wrath of the island spirits for despoiling virgins, simple shit.   "Zane, you will discuss the merits and sins of the concubines of King Solomon with me," Theresa said, as she passed me her backpack to carry. Life rolled back to semi-normal and we separated to make our way to our first classes of the day. That illusion took another ill turn when I entered English class with Ms. Goodswell. She gestured for me to come to her desk before the lesson began.   "Zane," she informed me softly, "none of the female teachers or administrators at this school can give you orders, only suggestions. Only Doctor Jennings may truly compel you to do anything."   This bombshell was the reason she said she trusted me back in Assembly. The only one making me do the right thing was me. I had never considered me Mr. Responsibility before so I was in for a crash course in having authority over 900 students and 100 teachers. I told Virginia Goodswell about my decision concerning my Handmaiden's Duty to get her input, then compelled her to treat me as any other student, because apparently, I'm in charge of students now.   "There are old soldiers and there are bold soldiers, but there are very few old, bold soldiers," she reminded me. "Never forget, no matter how dark it may seem, Zane, you are never alone."   "I could always use a picture of you in a white, low-cut bikini to inspire me," I hinted.   "Mr. Braxton, by the authority vested in me by the mediator, I order you to take your seat so we can begin classes," she smirked. Oh, the irony: stymied by my own hubris.   Celia Wanamaker snapped me up coming out of English class. Vivian was waiting for me and Raven was in tow, right up until Paige snapped her up. Celia had me name a biblical character for each letter of the alphabet. Paige had Raven quote bible verses, backwards. As if there was any doubt my day could get worse, it did so immediately.   "Oh, the great Priest-King approaches!" screeched Rio on seeing me. "We all must genuflect, that's kneel down until your head touches the ground for you stupid bitches, until the Mediator passes." The horrible, horrible thing was that dozens of confused girls started doing just that.   "Hold on," I held up my hands for attention, "Hold on. Rio is mistaken. Genuflecting is only done during the Holy Days of Christmas, Good Friday, and Easter."   Okay, I made that up off the fly and I figured that I wouldn't be at school for Christmas, and Good Friday and Easter were next year and I'd worry about that then. For now:   "Emily, Rebecca, Henrietta, and Magdalena, please carry Rio to her next class, by the legs and arms," I instructed some of the closest students. "If a door or other object gets in the way, don't hesitate to use her head as a battering ram."   "Damn, Bro, that's harsh," Rio giggled from the floor. I knelt beside her.   "Yeah," I whispered, "like being man-handled by four girls isn't going to turn you on."   "Don't tell them that," she whispered back. I rose and continued on to class. A wiggling, squirming, cursing, and fighting Rio followed us.   I went through the same rigmarole in Biblical Archeology. I told the teacher that using my authority over students, I was instructing her to instruct me as if I was any other student, because I was a student and this was the area of my authority; right? She bought into my reasoning with some relief.   "How was it?" I mouthed to Rio once class was well on the way.   "Two hands all the way up the thigh, one knows I forgot my undies and was thoroughly soaked, two titties grabbed," Rio described what she'd been subjected to, "and I got to bite Magdalena's ass. I love those soccer player asses. You are most likely the best friend I will ever know; thank you."   "Always willing to help a fellow pervert out," I grinned back. Rio winked, then returned to work. I needed all the humor I could get because it was going to be a long damn day. By the time I made Marksmanship at three o'clock, I was damn happy to shoot something. I got some relief by having my best day ever, scoring a 53 (out of a possible 100) at the range. When I finished, I noticed a large number of my club mates standing close by.   WOMEN and the WORLD at LARGE   "Yes?" I questioned the ladies clustered behind me at the firing line.   "Oh, we are huddling behind your manliness," Daphne, one of the better shooters, joked.   "Manliness? Daphne, you just shot an 87. Hell, if you ladies want to be safe, stand in front of me, because apparently that's the one place my bullets don't go," I chided her.   That was a slight exaggeration. I was a pretty good shot out to 50 meters, but when I have to use binoculars to even see the target some of these girls are nailing, I know I have a long way to go.   "Zane, police your station," Hope instructed me. "Everyone, it is time for field training." This was the other part of marksmanship, sneaking around and spotting targets in the woods. We didn't use live rounds but it was still fun stuff.   "Gung-ho!" I responded to Hope. I'd heard that this was the battle cry of an Asian-American unit in World War II; Japanese I think.   "I'm Korean, Zane," Hope tried not to chuckle. "We are not exactly friends with the Japanese."   "If I stop saying it will you ask your Daddy not to come?" I inquired hopefully.   "If you keep saying it, I'll stop telling my Father I can't live without you," she countered.   "You can't live without me?" I questioned.   "Of course I can live without you, but I had to think of something to stop him from parachuting here in the dead of night and slitting your throat," she confided.   "You are joking; right?" I worried. Hope was nonresponsive as we got our gear together for the hike. "Hope, tell me that was a joke." Once we passed into the forest, Hope was quiet, business-like and nothing but. We were a mile into our trek when Hope settled down to study the environs. Per procedure, Hope watched to her front and left; I crouched at her back, facing away, and watched to our rear and Hope's right.   We would stay this way until Hope set up on the target, which was when I became her spotter. Since we weren't there yet, I scanned my area one more time, then cupped my right hand and reached behind me until I touched Hope's ass. I waited for a reaction of any kind but none came. Three seconds later I began to gently coast along her posterior, lightly squeezing her buttocks and rubbing along her cleft.   With a careful ear, I caught Hope's breath gaining in intensity. A few seconds later, she reached back and tapped my arm lightly so I stopped. Hope then rose carefully and we continued on our way. During the entire encounter, neither one of us had deviated from our watchfulness, which gave the whole situation a greater erotic appeal for me.   "Zane," Hope caught my attention as the last rifle and bullet was secured away, "I really wasn't sure how you would deal with me, being better than you. How do you do it?"   "All the training and skill in the world isn't worth a damn if you won't fight," I tried to explain. "A willingness to fight without talent is a waste. Hope, you didn't defeat me; you beat me."   She seemed to be searching for my definition of those two terms.   "Let's walk over to Orienteering before Heaven pops," I suggested. "We can both pin Heaven down but short of killing her, I'm not sure how to stop her." Hope chuckled at that assessment and nodded. "Hope, you put me on the mat and made me tap out, you beat me. You haven't discouraged me from coming at you when I feel I'm more capable, you haven't defeated me."   "Beating implies physical dominance but defeat is a state of mind," Hope replied as she stripped my definitions bare. I swung back my hand to spank her ass. Hope flinched slightly as instinct recognized the incoming blow and dictated a menu of responses, most of which involved causing me pain. I spanked her left ass cheek; Hope yelped and glared over her shoulder at me in feigned annoyance.   "You are a very verbose wench," I shook my finger at her.   "Do you want them to perform an extensive autopsy to figure out where I stuck that finger or are you going to remove it from my face right now?" she challenged me mirthfully. I stepped to her side, draped an arm around her waist; a second later she hesitantly echoed the gesture.   When we got to Orienteering, Hope and I parted company and I joined my fellow students as Heaven stood before us. The silence dragged on, and on until I finally felt compelled to raise my hand.   "Yes, Zane?" Heaven asked sweetly. You know; that 'sweetly' that says, I have an iron skillet to the head in my immediate future.   "Class? Are we going to have class today? Please?" I mumbled.   "I don't know, Zane," Heaven glared at me with a vicious smile stitched to her face. "Do we have your permission to have class today? Apparently we need to." Oh, fuck-buckets; Hope had probably had the same instructions and blown them off; Heaven was going a different way.   "I understand," I announced with dignity as I stood and walked up beside Heaven before facing the rest of the class. "As your appointed mediator, I think we should come forth and pray on the matter. All of you come to the front and kneel in a semi-circle; you too Heaven." I put a hand on her shoulder and put pressure on her to kneel beside me, right beside me.   The girls gathered around, Heaven was on her knees only inches from my crotch with her eyes flickering from my hard cock (I'm giving strong consideration to slamming that bastard in the middle of the US Tax Code to make it calm down) to my eyes. Soon I was in the center of a waist-level sea of slightly swaying female heads.   "Let us pray," I intoned. "Lord, guide us and give us strength to be true to ourselves, have faith in the gifts of insight, determination, and self-worth you have given us. Also, give us the vision to see what is wrong, the knowledge to understand when we hear things that are nonsense, and the will to forge past those words so that we find our own voice. In Jesus Christ's name we pray; Amen." "Amen," the girls said, at varying volumes and with varying conviction. They were all there, on their knees, staring at me. I swear to God, if one of them had 'Bahhed, I'd have died on the spot. "Okay, who believes I'm more qualified to teach this class than Heaven?" I began. Two girls started to raise their hands then self-consciously reversed direction. "You are all correct; I am totally unqualified to teach this class. I am totally unqualified to tell any of you to do virtually anything. I don't know more about life than any of the rest of you do. At eighteen, I'm younger than most of you. I'm a guy, nothing more. You ladies don't need me. Really, do any of you have any need of me whatsoever?" "Sex," blurted out of the mouth of Ruth, one of the senior club members. No one said anything for a few seconds. Okay, I could deal with this. "Fine, sex. With the Purity Pledge here, do any of you think you would need me for sex?" Twelve of the fourteen girls raised their hands; counting Heaven made it thirteen. I wanted to be anywhere else but in the deathtrap of my own creation. Screw that; I wanted to crawl into a deep, dark hole and pull the dirt in behind me. "We hear you are really good at it," Benios tried to explain things to me. "Brandi told us all about blowjobs. Those seem safe enough with the Pledge," Michelle added. Heaven started snickering at my expense. "All right, everyone," Heaven raised her voice as she stood up, accidentally squeezing my cock through my pants as she did so, "let's get started, and if no one screws up today, we can have Thursday's class in Zane's bedroom." We finished the last class for the day and started leaving our outdoor classroom when Ruth put her hand on my lower arm. "Zane, does a blowjob violate the Purity Pledge?" she asked. That wasn't really what she was asking. Why would I know the specifics of a pledge that everyone knew I hadn't taken? No, what she was asking was if she could experiment with oral sex with me. The other girls were not so surreptitiously hanging around for the answer. "Honestly, I don't believe that fellatio is an acceptable alternative to vaginal sex unless it includes cunnilingus," I bullshitted. I believed that, but I was hoping the lingo would buy me an exit. "What?" Ruth stammered. "Oh, I know that," Michelle giggled. "Fellatio is when you take a man's phallus and put it in your mouth, and cunnilingus is when a man puts his mouth, down there," she pointed at her crotch. "Zane, do you do that too? Put your mouth, Ruth hounded me. "Sure," I confessed. "Every man should, but in reality, it is more than tongue work", I wiggled my tongue, "but finger work too. All you have to do is think how your fingers feel down there, except this time they are under someone else's control and you have a strong, flexible muscle added to the mix." I instantly knew I was missing something with this audience. "You touch yourself; right?" I questioned. By many of the guilty looks, I could tell that most of the class had, but a surprising number hadn't, Ruth included. "I never have," Ruth replied. "I was afraid I'd stop being a virgin." I nodded, walked over to the closest tree, and banged my head against it. "That's enough for today," Heaven intervened. "We can pick up this wonderful, non-orienteering discussion next time." She ushered me away. I was rather thankful to get away and into the company of someone I trusted. "Are you ready for tonight?" "You mean am I waiting to pack your tight ass and drag my fingernails over your back until I draw blood? Yes," I grinned down at her. "Evil!" she giggled. "You are sinister, vile, and an aberration to all that is pure in the world." "Well, you are purely wonderful," I countered. "So is this a case of opposites attract?" "Do you like to see me that way?" my transvestite lover teased. "Your legs on my shoulders as I drive into you; on your hands and knees; you looking down at me as you slide down that first time, your ass cheeks bouncing, with my hands kneading them as you face away, but most of all, with your head on my chest, asleep, your hair spilling over your eyes as you lay there, that's the best," I related. "How can you be lusty and sweet at the same time?" she murmured. "It's how you make me feel, Heaven," I explained. "It is no mystery, you are that good to me." "Best boyfriend ever," she whispered, as she hugged my arm tight. On the final approach to Heaven's dorm, she gave me a nudge. "So, how did you beat the ten-second rule?" Heaven prodded me. "We have a ten-second rule?" I questioned. "We don't, silly; it's Hope's rule," Heaven grinned. "No one holds her for more than ten seconds. She has, had proximity issues." "We were intimate," I pointed out. "That probably helps." "I hope so," Heaven laughed. "The first time Christina and I barged into her room, we found ourselves staring down the barrel of a gun. Chastity was her roommate and she nearly freaked because she didn't know Hope had an automatic, much less slept with one under her pillow." "Note to self: never climb in Hope's window looking for a midnight hook-up," I sighed. "Hey," Heaven playfully grumbled, "if you are crawling in anyone's window for some late-night booty, it had better be my window and my booty you are after, Mister." "Or what?" I teased. "Are we back to me being in a deep, dark hole, you with the only key, dressed up for me in black strips of leather?" That description dated back to our first day on campus together when she hated my very existence. "Bitch," Heaven growled with frustrated desire. "I'll see you at the car in ten minutes, then." I gave a double pump of the eyebrows and left. We had been invited by Officer Danica Campbell of the Lancaster PD for a barbeque so we could get reacquainted. It was something Heaven was really looking forward to (not that I minded). Danica's house needed a little yard work but was otherwise an unremarkable ranch style house with an attached carport. Heaven's hands kept fluttering at her sides and straightening out her skirt. Me; I was in a long-sleeved pull-over and jeans and was having a much easier time of it emotionally. My only problem was our timetable; I had to be back before nine. We could smell the burning charcoal from the front yard but I indicated to Heaven that we weren't friends enough to simply walk around back unannounced. We rang the doorbell, then rang it again. Heaven was going for a third, nervous try when Danica opened the door. "Hey, you two, come on in," she greeted us, and stepped aside so we could enter. The first aura I detected in Danica's home was of benign neglect; the house was inhabited but no one actually lived here. Everything looked old but not worn, except for one chair and the cabinet around the TV which had VHS tapes (?) and scores of DVDs from the past ten years. Danica was in a lumberjack shirt, jeans, and deck shoes with a noticeable lack of bra, panties, and socks. "I'm glad you two showed up," Danica said, talking to us as we followed her through the living room to the kitchen. We could see the grill cooking away on a concrete patio through a sliding glass door. "I almost showed up last night," Heaven blurted out, then looked mortified. "You would have had to wait a while," Danica joked. "I worked last night." "I would have put her to sleep on the doorstep, covered her in a blanket, and given her a garden gnome to use as a pillow," I joked. Heaven blushed furiously and punched me in the arm. "Be careful, Mister Braxton," Danica threatened me with a wink, "I have handcuffs, pepper spray, and a taser, behave." I was hoping that comical exchange would have reduced the tension. It almost worked. As Danica opened the sliding glass door, she turned to say something. I have no idea what it was that got into her but at that point, Heaven threw herself at our hostess, wrapped her arms around Danica's neck, and kissed the lady cop. Danica staggered out the door onto the patio, grabbed the doorsill before they toppled over, and after her obvious moment of panic, put her other arm around Heaven's waist. Third Wheel Syndrome was kicking in for a while as the two kept tickling each other's tonsils and rubbing their bodies together. "I, ah, wanted to kiss you since I talked to you on the phone," Heaven finally said. Danica stroked a finger along Heaven's left earlobe, wiggling it back and forth. "Mission accomplished," Danica smiled. "You don't date much, do you? That's not a condemnation; it's just, you have a raw intensity I haven't seen in a while. I like it." Heaven looked ready to dive into another lip frenzy when our hostess held her up. "Let's check on the grill, unless you like your pork chops and chicken burnt as hard as the coals that made 'em." Heaven gave Danica enough lead to make it to the grill and open it up. My friend coughed and choked as the smoke billowed out; it was Heaven's first outdoor barbeque, or at least the first that didn't involve a professional pit master and a whole steer. "Give her some room," I cautioned Heaven. "I hear those things are hot." It was my first time too, but they had similar things in Thailand so I wasn't totally lost. Eventually, I was forced to wrap my arms around Heaven from behind to keep her from bouncing all over the place. Her enthusiasm didn't bother me; she was fun and felt she had a lot of catching up to do. We chatted about her work and our school machinations. Danica made a crack about me and women putting me on my back, funny like a crutch. We gathered in her living room; it was the only room that had the seats to meet our needs with the meat, coleslaw, hush puppies, and lima beans to eat. There was the promise of sherbet if dinner didn't fill us up. Things were going so smoothly that I almost missed Danica's little ploy. "Heaven, since you are getting a beer, would you get me one too," Danica off-handedly mentioned. We were finishing up the meal and washing it down with the appropriate beverage, lemonade in my case and beer in theirs. "Sure," Heaven smiled warmly, and off she went. She didn't hear Danica get up and follow her into the kitchen, though Danica did give me a wink. The moment Heaven pulled the two lagers out of the refrigerator, Danica slipped up behind her and pressed her body into Heaven's. For a second, Heaven thought it was me and was looking over her shoulder to chastise me. I was following but was hanging back. "Zane, then she noticed it was Danica, "Huh?" "Hey, Precious," Danica purred to her, "it seems your hands are occupied;" gesturing to the beer in each. Danica stretched her arms around and cupped Heaven's breasts and began massaging them. Heaven tried to twist around but Danica didn't let her. She bit into Heaven's neck instead, sucking up and down from ear to shoulder. "The last time you snuck up on me; now it is my turn. How does it feel?" Danica continued. She pressed Heaven up against the refrigerator door, grinding her there for a while before letting Heaven turn and faced her. "It feels good," Heaven gulped, "but I know some other things I want to do to you that are better." Danica answered that by sensually sliding down Heaven's body until she was kneeling. From there she lifted Heaven's skirt, pulled down her double panties and started making kissing/slurping noises that made Heaven shudder in anticipation. Danica was bobbing in a slow, languid style that was pushing the tranny toward her own internal blaze. I saw the opportunity to come up and relieve Heaven of her beers before she dropped them. Heaven's hands dropped immediately to Danica's head and trembled with the desire to push Danica farther and farther down her cock. Danica held her off, having more blowjob experience than Heaven and I combined. I took the time offered to remove all our shirts and Heaven's bra before alternating kissing Danica's neck and back while playing with her tits, and going to Heaven and kissing her and teasing her nipples with my teeth. She was over-eager and was tapping Danica's crown inside a minute, indicating the shortness of her fuse. Heaven gave a muted squeak followed by, "Oh, God, that's so fucking good, take it, oh, God, take it!" Danica did a masterful job of soaking up everything Heaven had to give and draining her dry afterwards. Danica had to hold Heaven's hips to stop my lover from sliding to the ground on her ass. "I think we will all be passing on the sherbet," Danica grinned while licking her lips. Heaven nodded, first shakily but soon with much more assurance. I kicked off my shoes in my own endorsement of this plan and we were soon all migrating to Danica's bedroom. Heaven, new to the romantic aspects of sexuality, dove straight onto the bed and shimmied out of her skirt. Danica and I stopped at the foot of said bed and shed our pants (and underwear for me). As Heaven looked at us, I pulled Danica's hair aside and began kissing her from right beneath her ear down to the nape of her neck. Danica responded by pressing her backside into me and gyrating her ass on my crotch. Danica ran her left hand behind her back and began moving it sensually along my stomach to the base of my cock and up again. Her right hand stroked my thigh and hip on the other side. I countered by moving my left to her left breast, mauling it but leaving the nipple unmolested for now. My right hand went in a serpentine fashion to her crotch and hovered right above her clitoris. We played tag with our intimate parts long enough for Danica to start sweating and moaning against me. "Why aren't you married, again?" she snickered. "Oh, yeah, you being eighteen and all." "Are you too much woman for one man?" I countered. "Actually, I've been looking for someone special," she confessed, but she wasn't looking at me when she said it. That wasn't lost on Heaven either; her jaw dropped. "Don't freak," Danica reassured her. "I know we don't have much in common, I'm a townie and you're a rich girl from somewhere else, but we have until spring if you want to hang out." It took Heaven a few moments to digest that. "I'd like that, Danica; I'd like that a lot," she smiled. "Well, I'd like it if you came over here and kissed me before your boyfriend drives me totally nuts," Danica teased her. Heaven got on her knees and waddled to the end of the bed to join us. "Wait," Heaven said at the last second, eyes wide with surprise. "I have a boyfriend and a girlfriend, I rock!" and then she dove into Danica's lips. Danica was propelled into me by Heaven's passionate embrace. She reciprocated by moving her hand off my hip and onto Heaven's semi-rigid cock. Heaven's phallus hardened quickly enough and she upped the tempo by buoying up her breasts and initiating a nipple fight between her tits and Danica's, wow, a freaking advantage I hadn't thought of. "Let s, Danica gulped for air " get on, the bed. I want some, of this, in me," she pulled on Heaven's cock. Oh, yeah, this was the Heaven-Danica show and I was second fiddle, and I felt it was glorious. 'You are known not by what you do but by what you leave behind,' or so yet another saying goes. Danica and Heaven were happy with one another, even if only for a little while. That 'while' included Heaven retreating up the bed as Danica followed and I pursued her. "Have you been a good girl?" Danica quizzed Heaven. "Do we need a condom?" clarified the issue. "No, no, I've only been with Zane," Heaven answered. "That's hardly a ringing endorsement for safe sex," Danica chuckled. "Damn, that's just cold," I groaned. "For your information, if my partner wasn't a virgin, she was someone I know intimately." "So you are not doing it with that Warlord chick living in your house now?" Danica persisted. "How do you even know about that? It happened Sunday," I wondered. "Zane," Danica sighed patiently, "I'm a cop and your house is like two miles away." "Can we get back to concentrating on the sex?" Heaven grumbled. "I'll wear a condom if you want. I'll wear a harem girl outfit if you want, as long as it leads to sex with you." "That won't be, necessary," Danica murmured as she positioned Heaven's cock between her labia then began to push down. I was working out what my place in this could be when I spotted the bottle of lubricant (generic) boldly sitting on Danica's nightstand, not very subtle at all. I shifted over, got the bottle, then got around behind them once more. "Can I join in?" I asked. "I trust you," Danica purred. Silly her; I'm behind her with a source of lube and a passion to use it. I poured some out on Danica's cleft and let it ooze down toward her cunt. I let it cascade over three fingers before sealing it up again. With my left hand, I began working a finger into Danica's anus, and with my right, I worked another into Heaven's. "Oh," Danica grunted, as I slipped past her sphincter. Heaven's response was to moan sensually. It took me a little while to not only work a finger in but a second one in as well; then the fun began. With Heaven, I began both pumping and making a series of circular motions; with Danica, though, I pressed down until I was counter-massaging Heaven's cock through the walls of her rectum and cunt. "Oh, my fucking God!" shouted Danica. "That feels great; she's really grinding against me." "Keep that up," gasped Heaven. "I, I can feel your fingers." Okay, I got this one right. I could also feel the sympathetic impulses growing between Danica's vaginal walls and Heaven's cock; they weren't going to last long. Drilling Heaven's butthole in rapid-fire fashion sent her crashing ahead of the wave. "Dan, Dan, Danica, Hell, yeah!" Heaven screamed as she slammed upward into the lady cop. Danica's back bowed and a low growling noise reverberated through her body. Both tried to use their anal muscles to grind my finger bones together; for the orgasms they were riding through, it was worth it. Danica shivered through one last orgasmic burst then settled gently down on Heaven. Heaven reached around with her arms and ran them up and down Danica's back. Our hostess pushed off her lover's body with her elbows on the mattress and kissed her nose. "That felt wonderful," she smiled down at Heaven. Heaven didn't immediately respond. "Is something wrong?" Danica worried. "I, um, it was really nice, Danica, but, Heaven worked through the words. "But?" Danica asked. "But I think I'm into guys," Heaven gave her worried confession. "I'm sorry; what we did felt good but what sent me over the top was, " "Oh," Danica seemed to deflate. "Hold on," I intervened, even as my fingers were still slowly working them both. "Heaven, you liked Danica's blowjob; right?" "Yes. It was wonderful," Heaven brightened up. "She's, you are, she looked into Danica's eyes " the best I've ever had." "Still, you like it up your ass, don't you?" I prodded. Heaven bit her lip and rolled her head to the side. Danica pushed herself onto all fours and sighed. "Well, damn," she sighed, "I was sort of hoping, " "Danica, would you consider screwing Heaven's ass? Giving it a chance?" I hazarded. "I'd give it a shot," Danica replied after a moment's hesitation. Being with a girl was new; being with a transgender was new; and now being the driving force in anal sex was going to be new too. "I'll get dressed and go out to the car," I winked. "Surprise, surprise; I worried something like this would happen so I brought a few things along." I was afraid that when I got back from the car with my backpack holding the strap-on, that a chill would have set in. I shouldn't have worried; Danica was surprisingly passionate and Heaven was sheer surprise itself. They were cuddled face to face exchanging small kisses and stroking each other's hair. "I just want you both to know," Danica held up a warding hand, "if that thing is longer than my arm, I'm calling this off." I presented the device for her approval and while it could be intimidating, it wasn't scarier than Heaven's normal equipment. "I'm glad that's going into you and not me," Danica ended up teasing Heaven. Not to be outdone, Heaven rolled onto her stomach and wiggled her upraised ass in the air. "Oh, she's begging for it," Danica laughed. "Yes, she does, and if you think that's sweet, imagine how nice it is to wake up with her ramming that pole in while riding you," I painted the picture. "Is there any position she doesn't like?" Danica inquired. "I'm right here, my ass up in the air. Please, somebody do something," Heaven whined. "Not that I know of," I ignored Heaven's plea. "You could try it in the shower, bent over the sofa, heels up in the La-Z-Boy, or hanging from the pull-up bar, she's quite strong." "Oh, hmm, thanks, Zane; I'll explore those opportunities," Danica grinned. "Hello, ass here, needs stuffing," Heaven became more insistent. "She's shameless," Danica teased happily. "Absolutely," I laughed, "but if one of us doesn't fulfill her needs real soon, violence will ensue." "Zane, you warm her up and I'll figure out how to put this thing on," Danica instructed me as she took hold of her sexual toy. "About damn time," Heaven panted as I worked my first finger in again. I'd oiled up several fingers before handing the lube to Danica to prepare her artificial cock with. Heaven's anus was already pliable from our activity so it took only two minutes to work the second and third finger in. By that time, both Danica and Heaven were ready. "This is weird," Danica mumbled, as she placed her phallic head against Heaven's sphincter. "Let me know if this, she got out before Heaven pushed back and gasped. "Doesn't that hurt?" "Makes me feel full," Heaven gasped. "Push." Danica did indeed push, and spanked Heaven for good measure. Now that I was freed up again, I elected to recline beside Heaven and watch her get fucked by Danica. Heaven and I made eye contact; that totally free, blissful look was exceptionally special for me. I'd seen Heaven afraid far too often. I'd seen her furious far too often as well. "Zane," Heaven perked up, "get over here. I want your cock. I want it coming and going." "Revenge," taunted Danica. Heaven and I had given Officer Campbell simultaneous oral and anal sex, and now Heaven was getting the same treatment. I sat my ass on the pillow in front of Heaven's face, legs spread wide. She grabbed my cock in both hands (my cock is so massive, its ability to block out the Sun often cows primitive tribes, or maybe Heaven has small hands) and yanked it forward somewhat painfully until she could lick the tip. "Come on, Zane," Danica egged me on, "take hold of her head and fuck her like a cheap slut." A shudder passed head to foot through Heaven's body and she gave out a small sob. "Heaven," I asked cautiously, "do you want to stop?" "I'm being fucked like a slut, Zane," she replied tearfully. "I'm being fucked like a slut." You never know with some people. Danica gave me a worried look so I gave her a quick smile and a nod. Heaven wanted to be a woman, but almost as important was that she wanted to be seen and treated like a woman. It may have played out in Heaven's imagination that she had gone to some seedy bar looking all hot and sexy, then a couple had picked her up so they could treat her like a bad little girl. I raised my hips, feeding more of my cock into Heaven's mouth. "Spank your bitch's ass," I teased Danica. She responded by alternating noisy but not very painful slaps to our tranny's buttocks. Heaven wanted the tease, not the real pain, and Danica was right there for her. Once we had a good rhythm going, I could feel Danica's cock slamming at its deepest impact, Heaven squirming and squealing with the pleasure and her tongue and throat swirling around my oral intrusion. She slurped and sucked desperately while a small amount of drool marked her cheek and jaw. Heaven began making whimpering noises along with the grunts when Danica drove in deeper. All the sizzling sex I'd been forced (yeah, right) to watch sent me over the edge first. "Heaven, babe, here it comes," I chanted several times before I finally did shoot gobs and gobs, so much it shot out her nose and mouth. Okay, not really that much, but I certainly felt some relief. &l

In religion and mythology, occultism and folklore, a demon (or daemon, daimon; from Greek daimôn) is a supernatural being that is generally described as a malevolent spirit; however, the original neutral connotations of the Greek word daimon does not carry the negative ones that were later projected onto it, as Christianity spread. In Ancient Near Eastern religions as well as in the derived Abrahamic traditions, including ancient and medieval Christian demonology, a demon is considered an "unclean spirit" which may cause demonic possession, to be addressed with an act of exorcism. In Western occultism and Renaissance magic, which grew out of an amalgamation of pagan Greco-Roman, Jewish and Christian tradition, a demon is considered a spiritual entity that may be conjured and controlled. - www.manaministries.comBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-x-zone-radio-tv-show--1078348/support.Please note that all XZBN radio and/or television shows are Copyright © REL-MAR McConnell Meda Company, Niagara, Ontario, Canada – www.rel-mar.com. For more Episodes of this show and all shows produced, broadcasted and syndicated from REL-MAR McConell Media Company and The 'X' Zone Broadcast Network and the 'X' Zone TV Channell, visit www.xzbn.net. For programming, distribution, and syndication inquiries, email programming@xzbn.net.We are proud to announce the we have launched TWATNews.com, launched in August 2025.TWATNews.com is an independent online news platform dedicated to uncovering the truth about Donald Trump and his ongoing influence in politics, business, and society. Unlike mainstream outlets that often sanitize, soften, or ignore stories that challenge Trump and his allies, TWATNews digs deeper to deliver hard-hitting articles, investigative features, and sharp commentary that mainstream media won't touch.These are stories and articles that you will not read anywhere else.Our mission is simple: to expose corruption, lies, and authoritarian tendencies while giving voice to the perspectives and evidence that are often marginalized or buried by corporate-controlled media

Ghost Bites is a weekly podcast from Mike and J.T. of Brew Crime, for quick, 5–10 minute dives into the haunted, spooky, and paranormal. Get your weekly dose of all things creepy, served with a side of laughs. It's the perfect podcast for anyone looking for a fun and frightening experience that won't take up their whole day.This week on Ghost Bites, Mike and J.T. crack open the creepy tale of the Dybbuk Box. Allegedly a wine cabinet possessed by a restless, dislocated spirit, this little antique has a reputation for bringing misfortune, nightmares, and even physical harm to anyone who dares to own it. Join us as we explore this potentially furniture-based evil entity and ponder if buying haunted antiques on eBay is ever a good idea. Spoiler: it's not.Sources used for this episode:The Dybbuk Box by Jason Haxton"A Nightmare on Elm Drive: The True Story of the Dybbuk Box" (documentary)"The Haunted Dybbuk Box: A True Story of Possession?" (All That's Interesting article)The Possession (2012 film, for entertainment purposes only, definitely not a documentary)Intro Music by - Jayme McDonald (Chatterless) ⁠⁠Spotify⁠⁠, ⁠⁠Linktree ⁠Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/reverie-true-crime--4442888/support.

The Black Guardian Trilogy comes to an end in Enlightenment with a space race on Edwardian-inspired ships, where a dominatrix threatens Turlough, a creepy Eternal hits on Tegan, and the Black and White Guardians end as they started this three-story run: disappointingly. Still, it gives Anthony an opportunity to utter: “step on me, Mommy!” Just wow.   Unsurprisingly, we discuss the sartorial choices of the two Guardians (and which ones Reilly and Anthony will respectively cosplay), how “Officer Creepy” made Julie want to take a shower, the joys of sailing ships in space, the correct pronunciation of “buoy,” Captain Wrack's rack (obviously), and how Nietzsche fits into all this… and speaking of philosophy, we have a rousing debate on the ethics of throwing an Eternal into the cold vacuum of space…   If you would like to watch along with us, you can find this story available for streaming on Britbox in the USA (http://www.britbox.com) and BBC iPlayer in the UK (https://bbc.in/48GSaCB). If you're a little old fashioned and prefer physical media (like our very own Anthony), you can also find it on the Doctor Who Season 20 Blu Ray box set from Amazon US (https://amzn.to/3VyxIPe) and Amazon UK (https://amzn.to/3V2IL34)   Other media mentioned in this episode*: Mystery Science Theater 3000 – The Essentials (Amazon US: https://amzn.to/3NqZRTi | Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/3DbPUo5) Max Headroom: The Complete Series (Amazon US: https://amzn.to/3Lhicpm | Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/4nvIYHC) Eternals (Amazon US: https://amzn.to/47hEUGi | Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/4qDKgTI) Star Trek: The Original Series: The Complete Series (Amazon US: https://amzn.to/3aifha7 | Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2YtSYvx) Treasure Planet (Amazon US: https://amzn.to/3JBltz8 | Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/3LmZEnn) The Dark Knight Trilogy (Amazon US: https://amzn.to/4oioiUR | Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/48QSy4q) Caligula: The Ultimate Cut (Amazon US: https://amzn.to/47SQvw9 | Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/3VrVVa8) Rosemary's Baby (Amazon US: https://amzn.to/3E6Rmaq | Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/3vC2SHV) The Simpsons (Disney+: http://www.disneyplus.com) The Bible (Amazon US: https://amzn.to/4awKvII | Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/4hwnYOE) The Wind from the Sun (includes Sunjammer), by Arthur C. Clarke (Amazon US: https://amzn.to/4qBZtVn | Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/3LhjbWA) Beyond Good and Evil, by Friedrich Nietzsche (Amazon US: https://amzn.to/4qD9MbK | Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/43tRQ9V) The Lonely Island ft. T-Pain – I'm On a Boat (YouTube: https://youtu.be/avaSdC0QOUM) Queen – Bohemian Rhapsody (YouTube: https://youtu.be/fJ9rUzIMcZQ)   Finally, you can also follow us and interact with us on Facebook and Instagram. You can also e-mail us at watchers4d@gmail.com, and you can join us on our Discord server. If you're enjoying this podcast, please subscribe to the show, and leave us a rating or review.   *Support Watchers in the Fourth Dimension! We are an Amazon affiliate and earn a small commission from purchases through Amazon links. This goes towards the running costs of the podcast.

Alex examines why bad things happen to believers.Readings from this service:2 Thessalonians 3: 1-5Psalm 121: 5-8John 17: 6-15Thanks for listening! CONNECT with CCFC:Visit us on FacebookVisit our websiteDownload our app!

Daniel's vision in chapter 8 reveals a pattern of evil that believers can understand and navigate. The prophecy describes the rise of Antiochus IV Epiphanes, who brutally persecuted God's people for approximately six years before being defeated. This historical account teaches us three vital truths for persevering through difficult times. First, evil follows predictable patterns, so we shouldn't be surprised when persecution or hardship arises. Second, evil always has God-imposed limits and is temporary in nature. Third, and most importantly, evil lacks the power of Jesus Christ, who transforms enemies into family through His grace and offers ultimate victory to all who belong to Him.https://www.ankenyfree.church

Evil isn't just something “out there”—it's something we must all confront both in the world and in ourselves. Proverbs and Romans remind us that overcoming evil doesn't come from fighting harder or repaying wrongs but by surrendering fully to God. Through Jesus, we overcome evil not with more rebellion, but with goodness, humility, and submission to His authority.

Dive into the disturbing reality of child brides in the FLDS (Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints) under Warren Jeffs' leadership. This video explores the dark underbelly of polygamy, coercion, and generational control within cults like the FLDS in Caliente, Nevada. Learn how leaders manipulated families, exploited young girls, and isolated members from society. We'll also discuss the broader impact of coercive practices and how individuals can break free from these oppressive environments. Key Topics Covered are; FLDS and Warren Jeffs' role in child marriages, Life inside fundamentalist polygamous cults, Coercive practices in generational cults, The harrowing experiences of young brides forced into marriage. #FLDS #Polygamy #ChildBrides #WarrenJeffs #CultAwareness #KingstonClan #AllredGroup #BarlowFamily #CalienteNevada #Cults #CultsAndCoercion #ExposingCults #FLDSChurch #PolygamyExposed #BreakFreeWatch, learn, and share to raise awareness about the dangers of polygamy and cult practices.=======================================Order a copy of Wolves in Sheep's Clothing, Deceived or She Knew No Fear and get the book signed for free! https://www.ProfilingEvil.comDONATE to Profiling Evil: https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=T54JX76RZ455SSUPPORT our Podcasts: https://www.buzzsprout.com/1213394/support

Every year, this year not withstanding, I do an episode on Halloween, the best holiday of the year, on a horror movie, and this year it felt very apropro to cover Halloween Ends. Halloween Ends came out during the mid-years of the pandemic and was divisive in the horror community for the treatment of Michael Myers and the introduction and focus on a new, possible replacement. Divisiveness aside, the film treats Myers like a trauma monster, has some wild kills, and features an opening that may be one of the finest cold opens in horror history.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-kulturecast--2883470/support.

Since Oct. 7, I've barely focused on anything related to Israel, and instead we've covered dozens of critical fiscal, social, land-use, security, and immigration-related issues that are at the core of the America First agenda. Yet what we are seeing today is a low-IQ, debauched movement that is distracting us at the highest levels with daily obsessions not just about Israel but about Jews. My concern is not so much the hatred but the dumbing down of a movement to the point that we will never effectively fight for all of our universally stated objectives. In that vein, I debunk all the straw-man arguments being used to not only defend but promote people like Tucker Qatarlson. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Pastor Josh Schwartz and Ken Mikle host Jenn Nizza of expsychicsaved.com. The schemes of darkness are masquerading as light, and many, even in the church, are being deceived. Listen to the warnings and stop dabbling in the demonic. To support this ministry financially, visit: https://www.oneplace.com/donate/407/29

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Cheryl Ranson, from Laguna Hills, California, USAHear more from Cheryl on this episode of Sentinel Watch.

Pastor Josh Schwartz and Ken Mikle host Jenn Nizza of expsychicsaved.com. The schemes of darkness are masquerading as light, and many, even in the church, are being deceived. Listen to the warnings and stop dabbling in the demonic. The extended version begins at 29:02. To support this ministry financially, visit: https://www.lightsource.com/donate/1472/29

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Summary This conversation delves into the exploration of consciousness and spiritual journeys, reevaluating historical narratives, and the vision of the American Congress Party. It discusses the importance of restoration over revolution, self-care as a foundation for community well-being, and the role of education in empowerment. The dialogue also touches on the nature of evil, the choices between divine and demonic paths, and the complex interplay of existence, energy, and intelligence. In this conversation, Clayton Cuteri discusses the profound impact of news on personal relationships, his health and fitness journey, and the challenges of navigating career changes. He emphasizes the importance of social media innovations that promote free speech and the necessity of building businesses with the right team and investors. The discussion also touches on the challenges posed by social media algorithms, societal dangers, and the need for unity against evil. Cuteri advocates for divine leadership and empowerment of the next generation to create a better future for all.Clayton's Social MediaLinkTree | TikTok | Instagram | Twitter (X) | YouTube | RumbleWatch The Video on Ba'al Buster's Rumble HERETimecodes00:00 - Intro05:22 The American Congress Party's Vision17:17 Historical Roots and Spiritual Connections20:30 Divine Paths and Human Struggles35:58 The Nature of Evil and Divine Disconnection42:37 The Role of Religion in Human Experience50:18 Personal Journey and Spiritual Awakening01:10:24 Historical Patterns of Betrayal and Control01:14:19 Exploring Jewish Mysticism and Its Historical Context01:21:16 The Role of Divine Leadership in Societal Change01:34:20 Challenging the Financial System and Seeking Alternatives01:39:14 The Call for a New Perspective on Life and FaithIntro/Outro Music Producer: Don KinIG: https://www.instagram.com/donkinmusic/Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/44QKqKsd81oJEBKffwdFfPSuper grateful for this guy ^NEWSLETTER - SIGN UP HEREBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/traveling-to-consciousness-with-clayton-cuteri--6765271/support.

Evil by Elvira (1990) + Elvira's Movie Macabre (1981-86) + James Signorelli's Elvira, Mistress of the Dark (1988) + Sam Irvin's Elvira's Haunted Hills (2001) + Yours Cruelly, Elvira by Cassandra Peterson (2021) + R.H. Greene's Vampira and Me (2021) with Cara Cunningham 10/30/25 S7E76 To hear this episode and the complete continuing story of The Perfume Nationalist please subscribe on Patreon.

Niki and Gavin discuss how the world today views Israel.Scripture readings:  Psalm 83:2-5, Genesis 12:1-3, Zechariah 12:2-3, Ezekiel 37:22, Joel 3:2, Luke 21:20Contact Information:  FinalDestinationHeaven@outlook.com

In this Halloween edition of Star Wars news, we reminisce about Star Wars Halloween costumes, celebrate the sixth anniversary of the podcast, and discuss how the Stranger might have become the first Knight of Ren.   In this fully armed and operational episode of Podcast Stardust, we discuss: Our Halloween plans, Star Wars costumes and decorations from Halloweens past, The sixth anniversary of Podcast Stardust and a little history of the show, A New Hope coming to theaters in IMAX in 2027, How the Stranger might have become the first Knight of Ren, and An excerpt from Adam Christopher's Master of Evil. Thanks for joining us for another episode! Subscribe to Podcast Stardust for all your Star Wars news, reviews, and discussion wherever you get your podcasts. And please leave us a five star review on Apple Podcasts.   Find Jay and her cosplay adventures on J.Snips Cosplay on Instagram. Follow us on social media: Twitter | Facebook | Instagram | Pinterest | YouTube. T-shirts, hoodies, stickers, masks, and posters are available on TeePublic. Find all episodes on RetroZap.com.

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October 30, 2025Kara Callan, Ex Witch (Full Interview)-LET'S GET JACKED UP!Tim Interviews an ex Witch named Karla Callan, you do not want to miss this interview!

October 31, 2025 Ex Vampire Theressa Hamilton-JACKED UP DAILYIn this episode, Tim and Jack interview an Ex Vampire occultist, named Therresa Hamilton. You can Email her at theresa.hamilton.author@gmail.com 

We in this country on separate sides are not enemies. We can get along because we all want the same things. We NEED to stop the lies and disinformation and realize who the real villians are. Please follow me on Substack for deeper conversations on these topics...https://substack.com/@wendymcclurethehopefulist2

Fr. Mike offers a recap of Eleazar's martyrdom and marvels at Eleazar's courage to avoid both sin, and the temptation to lead others into sin. As we begin reading the book of Wisdom today, we also learn three valuable lessons; God did not create death, death entered the world through sin, and we are wise when we walk in the truth but foolish when we walk in evil. Today's readings are 2 Maccabees 6, Wisdom 1-2, and Proverbs 24:21-26. For the complete reading plan, visit ascensionpress.com/bibleinayear. Please note: The Bible contains adult themes that may not be suitable for children - parental discretion is advised.

10-30-25 - We Know AI Will Be Used For Evil Eventually But We Love All The AI Covers It's Doing - Kim Kardashian Comes Out Saying The Moon Landing Was FakedSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

WATCH JEFF NADU'S PREVIOUS EPISODE HERE: https://youtu.be/asKQgeVsjVk PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/JulianDorey (***TIMESTAMPS in Description Below) ~ Jeff Nadu is a Sports Bettor, Content Creator, Hoops Junkie, Mafia & Crime Independent Reporter & Host of @thesitdownwithjeffnadu JEFF'S LINKS: X Personal: https://x.com/jeffnadu X Podcast: https://x.com/sitdowncrimepod INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/thesitdowncrime/?hl=en YOUTUBE: https://www.youtube.com/@UCMYV0eyKQFhNZwLXpx7I0Ng FOLLOW JULIAN DOREY INSTAGRAM (Podcast): https://www.instagram.com/juliandoreypodcast/ INSTAGRAM (Personal): https://www.instagram.com/julianddorey/ X: https://twitter.com/julianddorey JULIAN YT CHANNELS - SUBSCRIBE to Julian Dorey Clips YT: https://www.youtube.com/@juliandoreyclips - SUBSCRIBE to Julian Dorey Daily YT: https://www.youtube.com/@JulianDoreyDaily - SUBSCRIBE to Best of JDP: https://www.youtube.com/@bestofJDP ****TIMESTAMPS**** 00:00 – Chauncey Billups Mob Scandal Breakdown 06:47 – Chauncey & Pierce Poker Scams 12:08 – NBA & Mob Gambling Ties 24:01 – Future Charges & Digital Evidence 35:25 – Last Real Mafia Hit (2014) 41:00 – Violence Returns to Gambino Family 56:21 – Inside Luxury Underground Poker 01:08:18 – Aging Gangsters & Reckless Crews 01:17:51 – Injury Leaks & NBA Corruption 01:39:51 – Media Myths & Conspiracy Frenzy 01:59:05 – Sports Integrity & Gambling Fallout 02:17:36 – Charlie Kirk Shooting Breakdown 02:28:56 – Evil vs Mental Illness 02:41:31 – Viral Moments & Rico Feuds CREDITS: - Host, Editor & Producer: Julian Dorey - In-Studio Producer: Alessi Allaman - https://www.youtube.com/@UCyLKzv5fKxGmVQg3cMJJzyQ Julian Dorey Podcast Episode 350 - Jeff Nadu Part 2 Music by Artlist.io Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Dan has two awesome legends for us this week. We start in Chicago to learn the legend of Resurrection Mary followed by many encounters with her. Then, we go across the pond to learn about The Dark Huntsman. Lynze shares some great fan tales specifically around Halloween. The first involves some adults using a ouija board for the wrong purposes. The second takes us trick or treating with an unfriendly ghost. Scared To Death LIVE! 5th Annual Halloween Show!  https://www.moment.co/scaredtodeath/scaredtodeath-true-tales-of-hallows-eve-5Do you want to get all of our episodes a WEEK early, ad free? Want to help us support amazing charities? Join us on Patreon!Want to be a Patron? Get episodes AD-FREE, listen and watch before they are released to anyone else, bonus episodes, a 20% merch discount, additional content, and more! Learn more by visiting: https://www.patreon.com/scaredtodeathpodcast.Send stories to mystory@scaredtodeathpodcast.comSend everything else to info@scaredtodeathpodcast.comPlease rate, review, and subscribe anywhere you listen.Thank you for listening!Follow the show on social media: @scaredtodeathpodcast on Facebook and IG and TTWebsite: https://www.badmagicproductions.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/scaredtodeathpodcastInstagram: https://bit.ly/2miPLf5Mailing Address:Scared to Deathc/o Timesuck PodcastPO Box 3891Coeur d'Alene, ID 83816Opening Sumerian protection spell (adapted):"Whether thou art a ghost that hath come from the earth, or a phantom of night that hath no home… or one that lieth dead in the desert… or a ghost unburied… or a demon or a ghoul… Whatever thou be until thou art removed… thou shalt find here no water to drink… Thou shalt not stretch forth thy hand to our own… Into our house enter thou not. Through our fence, breakthrough thou not… we are protected though we may be frightened. Our life you may not steal, though we may feel SCARED TO DEATH." Subscribe to SiriusXM Podcasts+ to listen to new episodes of Scared to Death ad-free and a whole week early. Start a free trial now on Apple Podcasts or by visiting siriusxm.com/podcastsplus. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

FOLLOW RICHARD Website: https://www.strangeplanet.ca YouTube: @strangeplanetradio Instagram: @richardsyrettstrangeplanet TikTok: @therealstrangeplanet EP. #1273 INFECTUS: The 5,000-Year Virus of Evil Evil isn't a monster—it's a virus. In Infectus: Bedtime Stories of Horror, Todd C. Elliott traces one demonic contagion from the first sitar on the Ganges to Beatlemania's scream. Thirteen linked tales reveal how humanity's greatest inventions—music, empire, religion, pop culture—mutated the infection, not destroyed it. From colonial vampires to undead children, the parasite wears civilization's face. On Strange Planet, Elliott exposes the dark thread stitching history's nightmares: progress is just the curse evolving. Is mass media the final host? And if innocence is Patient Zero, what's the cure for a pandemic older than time? GUEST: Louisiana-born gothic maestro Todd C. Elliott crafts nightmares where history bleeds into myth. Author of Infectus: Bedtime Stories of Horror—a 5,000-year anthology of demonic contagion—he's compared to King, Lovecraft, and Rice, yet his humid, cinematic voice is singularly his. His nonfiction bombshells, A Rose By Many Other Names (JFK's overlooked witness) and Axes of Evil (the Ax-Man murders), unearth real conspiracies that mirror his fiction's unseen hand. Elliott doesn't scare with ghosts; he infects with the truth that civilization itself may be the monster. LINKS: https://www.facebook.com/todd.elliott.71/ BOOKS: Infectus: Bedtime Stories Of Horror A Rose by Many Other Names: Rose Cherami & the JFK Assassination Axes of Evil: The True Story of the Ax-Man Murders The Lowerline SUPPORT OUR SPONSORS!!! FOUND – Smarter banking for your business Take back control of your business today. Open a Found account for FREE at Found dot com. That's F-O-U-N-D dot com. Found is a financial technology company, not a bank. Banking services are provided by Lead Bank, Member FDIC. Join the hundreds of thousands who've already streamlined their finances with Found. HIMS - Making Healthy and Happy Easy to Achieve Sexual Health, Hair Loss, Mental Health, Weight Management START YOUR FREE ONLINE VISIT TODAY - ⁠HIMS dot com slash STRANGE⁠ ⁠https://www.HIMS.com/strange⁠ MINT MOBILE Premium Wireless - $15 per month. No Stores. No Salespeople. JUST SAVINGS Ready to say yes to saying no? Make the switch at MINT MOBILE dot com slash STRANGEPLANET. That's MINT MOBILE dot com slash STRANGEPLANET ⁠BECOME A PREMIUM SUBSCRIBER!!!⁠ ⁠https://strangeplanet.supportingcast.fm⁠ Three monthly subscriptions to choose from. Commercial Free Listening, Bonus Episodes and a Subscription to my monthly newsletter, InnerSanctum. Visit ⁠https://strangeplanet.supportingcast.fm⁠ Use the discount code "Planet" to receive $5 OFF off any subscription. We and our partners use cookies to personalize your experience, to show you ads based on your interests, and for measurement and analytics purposes. By using our website and services, you agree to our use of cookies as described in our Cookie Policy. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit ⁠megaphone.fm/adchoices Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://strangeplanet.supportingcast.fm/