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A program designed to make amends for the war on drugs is rewarding lifelong criminals with taxpayer funds. Feds have promised an Antifa crackdown, but when? Conservative activist Scott Presler announces he's coming to Washington. Teacher forced to cover up Charlie Kirk shirt. 

  No deal for new Colorado River rules for 7 basin states   Mallott, tribal leaders meet with Vance during Washington visit   Feds canceled grant that could have helped communities from flooding  

Just what is it about the investigation into Charlie Kirk's assassination that has caused so much panic? Also, I'm going to tell you about a person who is connected to Charlie Kirk and…January 6th. 00:00 - Start. 01:45 - Feds seize hospital footage after Charlie Kirk assassination. 04:24 - Feds meltdown have a meltdown and Jan 6 update. 11:18 - The Christian Zionist pastors connection. 28:07 - Christian Zionist reaction to our podcast going global. 29:43 - Accusation of faking texts. 32:53 - Allie Beth Stuckey on people asking questions. 36:53 - Grok crashes out. 38:19 - Mark Levin crashes out. 43:05 - Keri Smith calls me a cult leader. 52:16 - Comments. PreBorn!​ ​​ Donate securely by calling 855-601-2229 or by visiting https://preborn.org/candace GoldCo Get a FREE gold & silver kit! #goldcopartner http://www.candacelikesgold.com Just Thrive​ Get 20% off your order with promo code CANDACE at https://justthrivehealth.com American Financing​​ NMLS 182334, http://www.nmlsconsumeraccess.org. APR for rates in the 5s start at 6.327% for well qualified borrowers. Call 800-795-1210 for details about credit costs and terms. Visit http://www.AmericanFinancing.net/Owens. Candace Official Website: https://candaceowens.com Candace Merch: https://shop.candaceowens.com Candace on Apple Podcasts: https://t.co/Pp5VZiLXbq Candace on Spotify: https://t.co/16pMuADXuT Candace on Rumble: https://rumble.com/c/RealCandaceO Candace en Español: https://www.youtube.com/@CandaceOwensEnEspanol Candace Owens em Português: https://www.youtube.com/@CandaceOwensemPortugues Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

After a weekend of raids across Little Village, federal agents gathered for a photo op Monday morning at the Bean in Millennium Park. Block Club Chicago reported that agents were seen joking about the operations that have gripped Chicago for two months. Plus, we are discussing how the government shutdown and the first snow of the season are combining to cause increased airport delays and Mr. Submarine's 50th anniversary ad campaign. Good News: Greater Chicago Sudanese American Association Want some more City Cast Chicago news? Then make sure to sign up for our Hey Chicago newsletter.  Follow us @citycastchicago You can also text us or leave a voicemail at: 773 780-0246 Learn more about the sponsors of this Nov. 11 episode:  The Newberry Paramount Theatre MUBI Babbel – Get up to 55% off at Babbel.com/CITYCAST Become a member of City Cast Chicago. Interested in advertising with City Cast? Find more info HERE

After a huge weekend, Matt is back to recap it all. Matt is joined by Fitzy of WEEI to talk about the Pats 8-2 start and then 2 MLB pitchers are indicted by the Feds 

Lt. Commander Thomas Caldwell, J6er railroaded by the Feds for a lie. Book is The Mouths of the Wicked: A True January 6 Story of Corruption, Persecution, Survival, and Victory. Open Phones, I talk some on Paul Kingsnorth, another admired author.

Flight delays and cancelations hit JFK, Newark and LaGuardia airports because of the government shutdown... Mayor-elect Mamdani is on his way to Puerto Rico, while there's news that NYPD commissioner got a heads up from feds on ICE raid full 499 Fri, 07 Nov 2025 10:39:07 +0000 uG8mRgHAMsHOrB59KcYvCirhAxOP2InJ news 1010 WINS ALL LOCAL news Flight delays and cancelations hit JFK, Newark and LaGuardia airports because of the government shutdown... Mayor-elect Mamdani is on his way to Puerto Rico, while there's news that NYPD commissioner got a heads up from feds on ICE raid The podcast is hyper-focused on local news, issues and events in the New York City area. This podcast's purpose is to give New Yorkers New York news about their neighborhoods and shine a light on the issues happening in their backyard. 2024 © 2021 Audacy, Inc.

The decision by the Federal Aviation Administration to reduce air traffic by 10% across 40 high volume markets beginning this morning, isn't just a reaction to the now longest partial government shutdown ever. FAA is seeing the strain on air traffic controllers who are starting to call out sick more often. A new Federal News Network pulse poll finds FAA employees aren't the only ones working without pay that may be calling out sick or taking part in a sick out if this shutdown continues deep into November. Federal News Network's executive editor Jason Miller joins me now to discuss what we found in our latest survey. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Open Season kicks off today. Federal employees and retirees are facing another round of double-digit premium hikes, shifting plan defaults, and new coverage options. Here to explain what's changing and how to avoid paying for coverage you don't need is John Hatton from NARFE.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

BC Conservatives say plan to introduce anti-drug education to schools killed by NDP over misplaced priorities.Carney's budget will spend more on the Liberal's gun buyback program than on NATO operations and border enforcement combined.TD Bank will waive the fees on people's chequing accounts but only for those who "identify as Indigenous."Tune into The Daily Brief with Isaac Lamoureux and Alex Zoltan!  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

What happens when you refuse to take a plea deal and the full weight of the federal system lands on you?In this explosive episode, Brent Cassity talks with Freya Pearson, whose story takes you from the world of real estate and a lottery client… to a shocking trial, 60-month sentence, and a prison system full of corruption and retaliation.Freya opens up about:Being indicted and going to trial against federal prosecutorsCorruption in the justice system and failures of defenseSurviving Alderson and Aliceville federal prisonsWriting up staff, exposing abuse, and surviving whatever came her wayComing home to rebuild her life as a paralegal and future attorneyThis is a raw, unfiltered story of resilience, accountability, and the power of standing up for yourself when everyone tells you to give up.

Howl Owl Howl plays in Washington DC tonight and Steve hosted from our Capitol and we learned why the 9:30 Club is probably the coolest building in that whole city. Plus, it's Band Names with Animals in this week's Rank You Very Much. And how much money would you need to get paid to eat a 30 year old burger? See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Daniel K. Inouye International Airport is on a list of 40 airports that have been ordered by the Federal Aviation Administration to cut 10 percent of their flights; The 442nd Regimental Combat Team is immortalized in the documentary "Defining Courage"

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 27 Appreciation? In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Children must face the scrutiny of their parents     The Dining Hall was almost a relief. That relief died the moment I saw the banner over the front of the serving area in the Hall. 'Zane Appreciation Day'. Since every word was spelled correctly, it wasn't some stunt of Rio's, but beyond that, the list of suspects was too large to consider. This could be a genuine outpouring of acceptance and sympathy for what I had endured here. If you believe that, I have to ask you: 'Do you want your leprechaun pissing Guinness or Irish Malt?'   Most likely, this was going to be some sort of humiliation, and I think I knew the flavor, and I definitely knew how to find out. See, in every seat of the Dining Hall was a big, bowling ball sized white box with a name and secured with a gold and green ribbon, so no cheating; no peeking. That last bit didn't deter me, though. I snuck up on the box marked for Holiday Carpenter.   "Zane, does that have your name on it?" Virginia Goodswell asked me, my English teacher and Spiritual Advisor. Hell, if it had been Mrs. Marlowe, I would have opened it anyway, but Virginia was my buddy so her next question didn't mean to stab a stake of regret through my heart. "Where is Vivian?"   "I left my room before she was done." I looked to the ground while I kicked some imaginary dust off the slate floor.   "Why don't you see if she's been calling you?" she suggested. "She's probably worried." Worried, or homicidal because, ya know, I had sort of run off without my phone, wallet, watch, book bag, or anything else a 21st century student might need.   "I ran away like a big, fat chicken," I confessed. "Anything not glued to my body I left behind."   "I'll give her a call." She pulled out her phone and hit speed dial #2. I crap since her sick mother is probably #1. I am such a big problem for her, she has my guardian on speed dial! "That is Holiday Carpenter's box, Zane, not yours. Besides, there are strict instructions to not open the boxes until instructed."   The panicky response I overheard from Virginia's conversation with Vivian hardly helped my mood. She wanted to know if Virginia knew where I was, she did; that I was okay, I was; and finally, what upset me, because the other girls weren't talking but apparently Mercy had started slapping Barbie Lynn around until Rio and Val pulled her off. Now, that made less than no sense. Wasn't that supposed to work the other way around?   Virginia did a double check and sure enough, Mercy had slammed Barbie Lynn into an open wardrobe on my behalf, and Rio and Val had pulled her back. WTF! I am sure that Rio was right beside me on that one. Vivian triple checked that I was physically and mentally okay and she sounded so disappointed, in herself, as she did so. She was bringing my stuff; yes, I am an earthworm. Virginia promised for me that I would remain here until she arrived.   Some stupid gesture like a loud public apology, done on bended knee, was blatantly unfair to Vivian, who only meant the best for me. I made a quick apology, not trying to meet her eyes as I said the words and took my stuff. All of 'my' girls seemed equally subdued. A minute after we had garnered our victuals, Vivian put a hand on my elbow.   "Don't be so hard on yourself, Zane," Vivian smiled warmly at me. "You take a lot of stress and pressure on yourself. I understand that from time to time you need to take in a tiny bit of private space for yourself. Clearly, you can't schedule any such time because nothing around you stays a secret for very long and no one respects your privacy or even asks what you need."   "Vivian," I was puzzled, "you deserve to be righteously pissed with me. You are my Guardian and I promised to stay by you or at least tell you where I was."   "Zane, we let you down," Vivian assured me. "It is your dorm room and we are your guests, and we have been rather poor guests at that."   "How about we call a truce?" I offer.   "I can live with that," Vivian smiled.   "Cut the Kumbaya-time, kids," Rio snorted derisively. "Zane, what the fuck happened with Mercy?" Rio playfully punched Mercy's arm to emphasize her uncertainty.   "Rio, Bro, drop it," I asked sincerely. "Act like it didn't happen." Rio studied me a second, then got this wickedly evil grin.   "What the hell are you talking about, Glenda?" she hefted the box up then shook it. "It seems my damn box is glued shut. Are we celebrating one thousand cunts licked by you, or what?"   Because Rio rarely expounded at a level below full volume, next thing we hear is Mrs. Marlow snapping, "Ms. Talon, watch your language; there are good Christian women being forced to sit within the sound of your voice!"   "Gotcha, Ms. Mouthful," Rio snapped off with a snap and a finger raised up like a pistol in the air.   "What did you say?" Marlowe closed the distance.   "She was repeating what I pointed out," I turned and smiled. "I said that you really had it going together this morning; that you were more than a mouthful. That's a hip/trending term to describe someone who is expressing themselves through clothing and make-up."   "You are lying, Mr. Braxton," she snarled.   "You are probably right, as I do so to you on general principle, but good luck proving it in student court," I grinned right back. We locked wills and she blinked first.   "Ms. Phillips," Marlowe turned on Vivian, "what are you going to do about this?"   "Zane and Rio, would you please apologize for being rude and insensitive to an educator who only wishes the best for the student body?" Vivian requested.   "I so apologize," I bowed my head.   "I so apologize as well," Rio tacked on. Only after Marlowe had gone to spread love and sunshine somewhere else did Rio lean across me and whisper to Vivian.   "You rock!" Rio giggled gleefully. After all, Rio and I had not apologized to Mrs. Marlowe because neither one of us believed for a minute that she was 'an educator who only wishes the best for the student body'. To that nameless entity, we owed a debt, and to Mrs. Marlow we owed a generous 'fuck you,' and Vivian had made it all possible.   "Why, thank you, Rio," Vivian nodded her acceptance of Rio's praise. "Jesus is the Peacemaker and we all should attempt to emulate his teachings."   "So, I still don't get to lick you senseless?" Rio snickered.   "No, no, you don't," Vivian smiled, even though she didn't look at either of us. Vivian's going to rock as a mom.   The next half hour passed quietly. Everyone was curious about the boxes but no one was too worried until a rumor suddenly appeared. When it was suggested that they might have to put on bikinis, the fear set in. I blamed, I don't know but I wish I had thought of it. I was still kicking myself for the missed opportunity when my alien with the right face black and left face white shows up with the right face white and left face black, Mhain and Millicent.   "Death Match and you get to referee," Rio teased me. "I'm so jealous; 500 bucks on the one with the soul." Mhain glared hate at us while Millicent looked more than amused.   "Zane, come with us," Mhain gloated. I figured that somehow my ordeal was coming to an end so I'd play along. I rose and they steered me to the largest exit, flanking me.   Christina and Company grabbed their boxes and jumped up quickly to follow me, though they looked as confused as I was, confirming none of them were the architect of my discomfort. No sooner had we stepped into the cool, sunlit lawn than everyone's phone rang, except mine. I was loving this, right up there with having sandpaper buffing my sunburned abs.   "Open the box and follow the instructions," Christina informed me. "Is anyone going to do this?" My phone vibrated once, then my whole body tingled before I could respond to the call.   "I am," Mhain gloated. "I was promised something." She knelt and opened her box with enthusiasm; the others did likewise but at a more sedate pace.   What came out of each box was almost identical, different only in the anatomical part of the body indicated by the instructions. The objects were all grapefruit-sized fur-balls that made darling little squeaks, squeals and murmurs, amongst other sympathetic noises, all in tiny little voices. They were to be placed on my body, but I didn't know how that would work.   "Are we going to do this?" Chastity began to say.   "It isn't sticky," Hope was also saying when Mhain's flew out of her hand and hit the side of my left knee. She reached out carefully to retrieve hers while the other girls circled in. The little darlings were proving to be resilient little bastards. Several more leapt at me from the hands of their owners.   All this time the furry grapefruit were giving little 'wee!' noises when they shot at me and screeched like demons when they were removed, which was painful when they were on my flesh. I knew who was responsible and she was going to pay, but not right now. I saw my closest allies pulling back.   "TLM, Christina," I sighed in resignation. "Let's get this over with." I was being totally self-sacrificial; girls were starting to pile-up on us coming out of the Dining Hall. I didn't want a riot. Mhain had technically tagged me first but not in the designated spot, so I had Christina go first, she put one over my heart, not that I thought Cordelia was stupid, but now she was just piling it on.   Mhain went next and she was sizzling and excited, she put it on my lips, shutting me up. At least the girls were polite and organized enough to come at me patiently. A few didn't get the 'memo' and their little rug rats slipped out of their owner's grasp and got to play gleeful kamikaze as they plowed into me.   It didn't hurt but I had this secret fear that the tiny terrors would sprout fangs and tear into me. These little guys were murmuring and mumbling and it wasn't until I was truly buried that a horrific realization was made, the more that were on me, the greater their clinging power. In retrospect, this would have been more useful if we hadn't passed the 700 mark.   I looked like a puffy, overweight, Sasquatch baby. I could move but sitting down was a dream, as was running or going to the bathroom. The damn things wouldn't shut up either. It fell to Hope and Iona to hurry me (as much as possible) to Assembly; you know that place where I 'sit' in front. At least no one could ask me anything with the expectation of receiving an answer.   I no longer wondered how bad it could get; I knew it would get worse, and while I didn't know how, I knew it would be soon. At the start of Assembly my little friends joined in the singing, not using words but in the tinny little noises they made, though admittedly they were enthusiastic and determined. But it gets worse.   There was a discussion on stage after that fiasco about removing me. Chancellor Bazz wanted me gone; Vice Chancellor Scarlett was not in attendance but Virginia took up my cause. After all, it wasn't my fault, she claimed.   "Well, Black, do something," the first three rows heard Bazz demand of our Head of Security.   "I am not an engineer or a chemist," Black replied. "Do you want me to shoot them off him?"   Oh, yeah, my girl Bazz wanted that, so bad. Of course, what she really wanted was for Black to miss, but that wasn't going to happen. Finally, the teachers decided to soldier on. When Chancellor Bazz stepped up to begin services, the frightening fur-balls belted out 'Hail to the Chief.'   No one said a word, not a murmur. Chancellor Bazz stopped and the munchkin chorus stopped too. Two more starts later and she gave up and grudgingly took the 'praise' from my infestation. They were good throughout the message and sermon but took up 'Hail to the Chief' when she tried to leave the podium.   "Do something!" she screamed at Black. This time, Gabrielle sedately headed my way. I didn't want to think of the pain coming my way. My little buddies had my back. When she got within five feet the all screamed, and I mean SCREAMED, in the loudest cacophony most of us present had ever heard. I saw something I thought I would never see; Gabrielle flinched.   Not so oddly, I was fine, hearing almost nothing. The little guys on my ears soaked up the sound so I received a very watered-down version of what they were doing. Gabrielle fell back and at the five foot mark, the little guys shut up, mostly. They seemed to be making comforting noises to one another, like one Zane-sized colony of brown mold.   "Get away from him; just get away from him," good old Doctor Melrose Bazz pleaded as she moved her hands away from her ears. "Braxton, you stop this right now." I had a wee beastie on my mouth and Bazz was not on the small list of people I would devour this thing for. If she's looking for a conversation today, she's out of luck. She throws her hands up in desperation and starts to storm off. My little cock-sucking furry gonads (yes, I was getting angry) fired up 'Hail to the Chief' yet again, and kept at it until she sat down. Virginia got to thinking it's appropriate to call for the end of this travesty but she's dealing with Cordelia Dresden, Top Gun of the Time Lord Mafia. The weapon of choice; 'She's a Lady' by some guy named Tom Jones, the ladies in my life will inform me about this later.   For a half a second she tries to fight her smile but she surrenders, even letting the little guys go through the entire score before talking. The little tinny voices were humming a song I didn't know but damn it, it made me want to take Virginia out to a smoky Jazz club and dance until the sun came up. Virginia actually started tapping her foot to rhythm and I began thinking I might not be able to beat Cordelia. I'm not used to that sensation.   "Okay, now, whoever is doing this has put Zane through enough and should remember that we should, as Christians, make students feel safe and not make them subjects of humiliation," Virginia addressed the student body. "I think we can end Assembly fifteen minutes early today for a little bit of Christian charity. We can do it at Zane's first class, 204 Denning Hall."   By the way, I apparently have a play list. As Virginia headed back, the fella's changed it up with 'Baby Got Back'. I wanted to die. Virginia Goodswell has a truly fine ass, of this there is no doubt, I often compare it to Barbie Lynn's, but please. Virginia stopped, turned toward me with a dazzling smile and waggled her finger at me, then resumed her way to her seat.   How is any of this my fault? I imagine I was lucky it wasn't the Thong Song. I would have died, then come back as the undead to take Cordelia to hell with me. It was with some relief that Vivian and Hope rallied to my side. They had to both keep other students away, the other girls loved poking me in different critters to make them call out in different pitches and tenors, which was pleasant to hear if you liked overdosing on helium.   Surprise, surprise; no one came to my succor before English class. I couldn't sit down. Okay, I tried, but any part of my body that bent or that I sat on screamed bloody murder until I got off of it or stopped putting on the press. I've heard about girlfriends like this but I've always assumed I would have the courage to jump out of a 50 story building to escape.   What do you do if they come with you when you jump besides basking in the vicarious thrill that comes from crushing half of them beneath you before you go? I managed to do okay standing in the rear of the class, only once giving in to the crushing fatigue of holding my arms somewhat elevated for two hours. The two under my arms were especially cooperative and didn't get too vocal when my arms did slip to my sides.   I couldn't do a thing about the occasional girl twisting in her seat but either Raven's glare or Goodswell's cough brought their eyes forward once more. At the end of class, Virginia decided to call Ms. Black and have her take me to the Vice Chancellor's office to end this matter. Vivian and Mercy provided support while Gabrielle kept her distance and cleared a path.   Rio helped out by playing my musical miscreants as if they were a drum set while some part of the 700 members of my new posse and I yelled at her to leave us alone. She really is my best friend. My tragically slow pace was not my friend and everyone had to depart for their classes before I finished the arduous travel to the Administration Building. Gabrielle's eyes measuring you for a casket is a remarkable motivator but didn't stop Rio from blowing a kiss to her "Mi Negro Naughtiness". I know, I know; one day, Rio is just going to vanish without a trace.   "Ms. Reveal, I need an emergency meeting with the Vice Chancellor," Ms. Black requested of Doctor Scarlett's personal assistant. Ms. Reveal didn't miss Gabrielle keeping her distance from me. She did make the call and I noticed the pictures of Ms. Mittens were still in evidence.   "Who are you inside that suit?" Ms. Reveal asked me.   I guess she assumed I wasn't a real baby Sasquatch; I was really a baby Sasquatch disguised as a half-baked marshmallow. If three geeks and a man working beneath his means jump out at me with proton-packs, I am running for my life, which is to say 'I'm going to die.'   "This is Zane. He is not being rude, he can't speak," Ms. Black was kind enough to cover for me.   "Oh, I understand," Ms. Reveal nodded, but in such a way that expressed she didn't understand anything. "You two can go in now," she said several awkward seconds later.   "Zane, you move as close to Ms. Reveal's desk as you can while I get the door for you," Gabrielle instructed me. "Come in when I call for you."   I'm sure Marisol Reveal was curious as to why Gabrielle was dancing around me, trying to keep her distance. We almost made it; right as she made it to the doorway, Doctor Scarlett opened the door and attempted to see what the delay was. She was actually putting an award on a shelf she had just received, the reason she missed Assembly, if you find that suspicious, and was placing it on a shelf near the door.   Gabrielle responded as any slightly unbalanced killer would do; she spun around, pulled out her gun from the unseen Realm of the Gods of War, and pointed it at the stunned Victoria. That took her one half-step too close to me and my little fellas let the world know it. I will give them this much; they were still defending my eardrums.   By the way Marisol was holding her ears as her tears flowed down her face it must have been pure agony for her since I was right next to her. Gabrielle scoped up Victoria and sprinted into her office and they obediently shut up.   "Za-, Zane, what was that?" Marisol blathered. Since the furry meatball gone bad was still on my lips and I hadn't become that hungry, I kept my silence.   "Zane!" Gabrielle called for me. I did my best to shrug but it wasn't like I had a neck anymore so I don't know what she made of my movement. I shuffled to the door and got a few good squeaks as I moved inside. I was more than a little disturbed by the reaction I received from Doctor Scarlett when she saw me from her seat behind her desk. She looked at me and I swear, hand to my heart, she had an orgasm.   "You are covered in Tribbles," she gasped. I had no fucking clue what a Tribble is but apparently, I was in the vast minority. I staggered forward and since Gabrielle was on the right side of the room, I angled to the left. I move halfway around Doctor Scarlett's desk so that Gabrielle could go close the door, where she took up post and, from what happened next engaged a Romulan Cloaking Device, whatever the Muggle-tech that is.   Victoria was in some sort of dream-like trance. When she started stumbling around the desk toward me, I waited for the musical assault that never came. To my credit, I caught on in a second. If these creatures existed, singing wasn't their normal activity, and Cordelia wanted these little 'Squeaky Meals' to be as real as possible, for Victoria. I was nothing but bait.   Victoria reached out to caress the same one Christina had placed over my heart. The little bugger cooed and Victoria clamped her thighs together to contain another orgasm that coursed through her loins. Cool, all I have to do to feel the wonders of Victoria Scarlett is dress myself in furry grapefruit. I'm kicking myself for not seeing this obvious ploy.   She touches more and each makes a subtly different purr of pleasure. This goes on and on until she's cuddled up against me, her arms stroking over my back and rubbing her left leg up and down mine.   "Vice Chancellor, you do realize Zane Braxton is TRAPPED inside those, contraptions," Gabrielle sounds the slightest bit peeved.   The troops all make those little high-pitched notes of longing as Victoria retreats a few steps, bringing Victoria almost to the point where she launches herself back into me to comfort her little friends. I am second fiddle to a discombobulated guinea pig; sometimes a man can feel pretty small.   "Okay. How did this happen to you, Zane?" Victoria asked.   "He cannot talk; one of those Tribbles is attached to his lips," Black stated, "by an unknown force. Before you ask; I am not an engineer or chemist." Victoria made this adorable little 'o' expression, then reached for an offending Tribble.   "It hurts him to remove them," Gabrielle got out just in time.   "Does it hurt the Tribble?" Victoria inquired. Gee, thanks, Vic.   "Hold your ears," Gabrielle commanded. Well, I couldn't comply, and Victoria had only started to scream 'stop' when Gabrielle materialized a knife and speared 'Diddley-boo' off my shoulder.   I heard the little guy's death wail, then his death rattle, as Gabrielle pulled him/her away until she was out of screaming range. Diddley-boo? No, I have no idea what his/her name really was but I'm going to have ICE check his immigration status when all of this is over, wait, I can't do that; Gabrielle wacked the little snot and giving her up to the Feds is a great way to create many widows and orphans. Diddley-boo was still twitching erratically while Victoria was stuck between ecstasy and horror.   "You are a Klingon agent!" Victoria gasped as she pointed an accusatory finger at Gabrielle. I am vaguely aware that they are the stock-villains of Star Trek Universe and this odd snapshot of rightly tight, athletic buns in tighter pants, but the reference memory for the scene escapes me. By the facial reaction Gabrielle gives, Victoria just called candy sweet, or jalapenos hot; she appreciates the comparison.   All the surviving members of the Tribble tribe wept a cacophony of pain and loss. I would have had more sympathy if their moans had not been vibrating my body like a jello mold.   "Romulan," Gabrielle countered; the other stock Trekkie villains, but they have better teeth. First amongst our Honored Dead, DB hardly quivers as Ms. Black dissects it.   It bleeds/oozes and appears to be a living organism of some kind, but Gabrielle points to several electronic devices, a CPU, and wires connecting all kinds of things inside the organic body.   "It is an organic husk over a sensory/auditory device," Gabrielle tried to explain.   "Oh, my God," Victoria's mind worked feverish to defy reality, "they've been turned into Borgs."   She tore the one attached to my lips off. I didn't cry like a televangelist publicly begging God for forgiveness for a moment, or 147 moments, of weakness with a rather sad-looking prostitute, but that was coming.   You see, Victoria gripped her weeping diminutive fuzzy engine of humiliation tightly when she yanked it off, so she let go of it because the little blighter sounded hurt.   It gave off a more muted and mournful 'wee' as it smacked into the corner of my mouth. I was able to dodge a direct hit.   "Scarlett," Gabrielle seethed, "if, you, would, listen, for, a, moment; they are painful to be removed from his flesh and they will attempt to reattach themselves to him if they are brought within one foot. I have no idea why."   "Zane, are you in much pain?" Doctor Scarlett inquired while scanning my body fungi.   "Yes, but I'm sure if you kick me in the nuts, I'll feel better," I mumbled through a joke.   "I can't do that," Victoria gasped. "You have Tribbles down there." Yes, I feel special.   "That's it," Gabrielle snapped. "I'm going to get help." She spun around and breezed out the door, slamming it in her wake.   "Thanks for abandoning me, Gabby," I shouted as loud as I was able. "It's not like Vic's totally lost her mind or anything like that."   "I have not lost my mind," Victoria responded with a deceptively calm, soothing tone. She reinforced my calm by locking the door, then locking in the deadbolt, yes, I felt much safer.   My merry band of orphan coconuts helped things along the cliffs of sanity by cooing and 'talking' to Victoria as she walked around the office, and she gaily responded to them.   "Ms. Reveal, this is going to be a difficult intervention. Inform me when lunch time gets here," Victoria communicated to her assistant, then added, "I need a box of outdoor trash bags; leave them at the door."   Having a hot lady like Victoria Scarlett lock the door and asking for almost 3 hours of 'alone' time with me is a mature pipe dream of mine, and that dream really meets a bloody end when she asks for roughly 30 bags with a fifty-gallon capacity each. If she pulls out a hacksaw or a 'cow-stunner,' I'm racing for the window behind the Doc's desk. I'll be gone in 90 seconds, sort of like an inexpensive microwave dinner.   Doctor Scarlett returned to her desk, turned her spy-cam around, and started making calls. I honestly maintained a miniscule hope that she might still help me. She was talking curtly to another doctor whose name I didn't recognize. What came out of her mouth next sounded like a combination of eating raw meat all your life and gargling with sand regularly; add to that an inflection of someone wanting to kick elementary kids into the paths of oncoming busses and you had the language she was using.   Victoria's stance even changed. She thrust out her chest, put her hands on her hips, and a predatory sneer took up permanent residency on her lips. She even beat on her desk hard during this little exchange before laughing in a way that made kittens piss on themselves before you hung them.   "Vice Chancellor, Doctor Victoria Scarlett, umm, what's going on?" I said careful.   I'm not so much terrified of Victoria at this point, as I am suspicious of my ability to fight at the moment.   "Everything is fine, Zane," Victoria assured me. "In essence, I am bringing in some experts in the field. You can trust me on this; we've been expecting contact like this for years." Huh?   "So, ah, that was an Albanian Biologist?" I hoped.   "No, that was Vor' Dura, Flight Leader of the Blood Quasar Fleet of the Klingon Empire," Victoria explained sedately, in the same way any SANE individual described a Navy Commander. She turned her computer screen so I could see the person's profile pic.   "How does she breathe in that thing?" I wondered. "That's one hell of a corset."   "That isn't a corset, Zane, its body armor. My suit was created by the same armorer," she stated.   "You have something like that?" I boggled.   "Yes, the precise same suit. Vor' Dura is not as blessed by her bloodlines, she's shorter, but otherwise, we are identical; our alliance ended recently and soon she must face me in ritual combat; yield or die." 'Yield or die' isn't what is centermost in my mind.   "Don't your boobs ever pop out of that thing?" Because if you have been paying any attention; I am an idiot where sex is even a remote possibility. Victoria can't meet my gaze but turns as red as her namesake.   "On a few occasions," she confessed. I'm thinking 'a few'. "Now I have a few more calls to make."   Yes, she's lost her ever-loving mind, and I have no reasonable expectation of exit or rescue. I won't be able to get up enough speed to bust out of the window so being on the first floor is meaningless. She has the deadbolt key and when I stack up my Tribbles against her Science Fiction fanaticism, I lose. She turns the monitor around and makes her next call. This one starts with the victory salute, but the one done with two fingers to each side.   "Excellent news," Vicky declares. "We have confirmation of the temporal events from Deep Space Nine. I have compelling data that I have encountered genetic derivatives of the dominant herbivorous life forms of Iota Geminorum IV." And everything went to turkey-based insanity after that. Again, they spoke rapidly in a language I knew nothing about. They acted like giddy little schoolgirls, just schoolgirls with their emotions surgically removed.   The final call went much same way except that this time, the tone of the language was like the second but with the taint of a sleazy pimp or grifter thinking she was a mob boss. These were the kinds of girls you never let babysit your kids if you ever wanted to see them again. The way Vic looked at me and the fellas made me worry about how long I could last in her brothel and inspired an unexpected sympathy for these pests.   "Zane, do you promise to stay here while I, umm, get some, umm outfits?" Victoria requests respectfully. She realizes she's asking me a bizarre favor. Balthazar's Balls, I've been tied to a cross; how much worse can this be? She scoots up to me, kisses me chastely on the lips and waits.   "It is a given that my morning class schedule is toast, and I'm no stranger to the entertainment industry so knock yourself out," I allow, but I will have to pee at some time."   "Check; I'll stop by the infirmary and get a catheter," she nods, then she kisses me lightly on the lips once more. "Thank you for this, Zane."   She's off like a shot but is careful enough to get the deadbolt on the way out. Since I doubt Ms. Reveal can get a fire-axe through the door if the building catches fire, my buddies and I really are going to experience total protonic reversal on a life-ending scale. Only now does it occur to me that these fuzzy navels might have toxic side effects.   I'm waiting around for God-knows how long when I hear some muffled noises, more muffled than having a Tribble in my ear.   Scratch, scratch, "Girl, you get away from that door," Ms. Reveal shouted (I guess).   "Quick, Mercy, hold her back," Rio shouted in response. "This deadbolt is a bitch."   A scuffle ensued and I tried to shout loud enough to call Rio off when I heard two rapid-fire thumps.   "Thank you, Ms. Black," Marisol Reveal huffed. Mercy had put up quite a fight, I guessed. "I will formally press charges when the Vice Chancellor returns."   "You will go and sit your ass behind your desk, you incompetent buffoon," Black snapped. "I will deal with this and if you bother me again today, or mention this incident to Scarlett, I swear you will never see your cat again; and if you don't hop-to in the next six seconds, I'll make an audio recording of me strangling that shit-dumper and play it by your bedroom window every night until you go mad. Do I make myself clear?"   "Ugh," is all I make out, but I hear Marisol's chair squeak soon after. The sound of a body, or bodies, being drug off faded away as Black left the office and headed down the hall. Hell, I warned Marisol. I can't do anything for Rio right now and I don't have too long to ruminate.   "Marisol, are you okay?" I hear Victoria ask her assistant. It is a testament to their bond that even the hysterical Doctor doesn't miss her friend's distress.   "Sorry, Victoria, I'm a bit, umm, heart-sick is all," Marisol murmurs. "Don't you worry about it."   "Well, when you want to talk about it, let me know," Victoria stated. Marisol must have nodded because no words were spoken and Victoria came in with two carry-on bags and three dress bags while kicking the trash bag box ahead of her. Happy fun time was about to begin.   "Sorry for the wait, Zane," Victoria told me.   "Doctor," I made a desperate Hail Mary plea for reason, "you are a highly respected educator. We really need to take a step back and re-examine what's going on here."   "Zane, this is my first teaching job ever," she related as she checked on the progress of her 'Trekkie' Posse.   "My doctorate is in Philosophy; my Master's Degrees are in Comparative Religions and Women's Studies," she informed me. "All my graduate work was done as a researcher. I've never had a student." I blink dumbly at her; and here I thought my opinion of the Board of Directors couldn't get worse.   Victoria goes over the language dance with her friends, switching fluidly from tongue to tongue in a manner that impresses and even fascinates me; and I've been to Bangkok where if you are trying to buy and/or sell anything and don't speak at least ten different languages or dialects, you might as well hand them your wallet or purse and go home. "Who do we need?" Vic said in English (just making sure everyone knows that the Tribbles aren't suddenly translating for me).   "Kar'Thon," Vor' Dura states eagerly; "This matter is a racial imperative."   "Are you sure the young man is old enough?" The second woman inquired. "Jarrod went all obsessive last time a boy crossed our path. We almost sent the kid to college."   "That's what you get for marrying a Ferengi," Dura snidely remarked, and the rest laughed along with it; meanwhile, I'm going 'a what?'   Some infighting goes on until Victoria and 'I married a Ferengi' call for peace, then babble a little more. Then the name 'Zane Braxton' comes up and I'm not sure I'm happy or sad that only one of them replies in what was clearly elation and surprise, the sleazy one knows of me.   "Zane, I need to surgically remove some of the alien organisms," Victoria tells me.   "It is going to sting like hell," I mutter, to which Vor' Dura says something and sleazy girl laughs. I do not like where this is going at all. On the bright side, Victoria doesn't rip one off of me right away; she goes over to one of the dress bags and opens it up.   She's pulling out bondage gear, oops, my bad; she's getting ready to put on Klingon body armor. I have lost all preconceptions of what I was dealing with once Scarlett began stripping in front of me. She even gave me an appreciative smile and I was the one who was doing the appreciating! The little fuckers started going off. Remember, they don't like being moved and I was moving some around at the moment.   No, my legs and arms were perfectly still but my crotch was striking up a chorus, its Handel's Messiah. There was this 'still' moment where Victoria stopped opening her blouse and the three strangers regarding me through the webcam became mute; then the laughter began. Victoria resumed her stripping but she couldn't stop smiling and snickering slightly.   The three, the Klingon uber-cook or whatever she was and her two unknown accomplices, were laughing so hard they could barely communicate. It got better; when I was fully aroused and stopped moving around my pants, they didn't shut up and I was suddenly, desperately searching my mind to know how long that song was.   This was because Vic got down to her, Oh, fuck, this white thong, and calling it white is generous as it looks like someone stole an under-achieving spider's web and gently placed it over her crotch, and I know my hard-on was not going anywhere but into something before it went away.   Victoria was working her make-up on when two of the voices got themselves together enough to ask something. Vic looked up at the web-cam, over to me, then said a few sentences.   "So, which one of you likes your ankles placed behind your ears?" I politely asked in Thai.   "What was that, Brax' Zane?" Victoria asked.   "I'm curious if I can take your virginity with my tongue?" I continued in Thai.   "I cannot understand you," Victoria said again. "What are, ah, "   "I think we should engage the Federation citizen in the Galactic Basic," the second voice requested of the room. The third voice, the sleaze, said one more then in her native tongue, then the second voice, and Victoria jumped on her.   "I said, 'I think the native is getting restless'," sleazy girl grudgingly repeated. "Now, I think we should see if our plan 1.0 can be implemented."   "Before the scourges make themselves hoarse shrilling out the hellish noise or I lose patience, transport over there, and kill them myself," Dura growled playfully. I'm glad someone else was having fun. Victoria walked up and took a deep breath, which caused her well-disciplined, thirty-ish breasts to bounce tantalizingly close. Her look was desperately fearful yet almost childlike too.   "Kar'Thon, I desperately require your assistance before these creatures drive me mad," I tried to sound masculine yet pleading. On the computer screen, Dura quickly slammed her right fist to her right shoulder; I was later to learn that was a salute.   "This is no way for a Starfleet cadet to die," Victoria beamed at me, "even if I know I must someday slaughter you in battle." Whoa, I've never considered NASA as a career choice.   Maybe Klingon bondage gear/standard uniform could change my mind. The first person to tell me university life is boring I will punt to the Moon.   "I am T'Luminareth of the Vulcan Science Academy and Reserve member of the Starfleet Exploration Corps here," the second voice spoke up. I caught sight of a picture of her with this, troll? Or maybe a dwarf with the worst case of cauliflower ear ever. "I would like to assure you that every logical effort is being put forth on your behalf."   "Is that right, Tight Luminescence? Is it going to kill you to show a fellow sentient an ounce of compassion when you know he is about to suffer a fatal toxic shock from prolonged exposure to these vermin?" the third girl snarkily interjected into the conversation. "I'm Hical Cretak, Romulan freebooter and purveyor of ancient, exotic, and misunderstood goods."   "You are a thief, and since you aren't in some asteroid prison, you must be an above average one," I said to the Romulan. "I confess that I am a bit happier to see a member of the Vulcan Science Academy since, well, I'm suffering a splintered memory. Some things make perfect sense but large details are simply missing." I figured I could provide Victoria some good game.   She began rubbing my crotch and there was an effect alright, two in fact. The simple and expectant one was my trouser titan trying to unchain itself so it could get revenge on all of Victoria's orifices for taunting him so. My torturous tiny titmice began belting 'Let's get it on' by Marvin Gaye. I think as an infant, I had a mobile playing this song in my crib.   I started to really admire T'Luminareth's acting ability because she alone kept it together. Victoria made larger and larger circles over my crotch up to my beltline while Dura and Hical lost it hysterically.   "Pssst," I murmured to Victoria. She looked at me and I darted my eyes toward her makeup kit and clothes. I am getting more clothes on her, why?   Besides, I'd gotten a better look at her suit and it didn't have a butt-zipper that said 'Come Get Some,' but those pants rolled down like a candy wrapper and that 'body armor' has a back flap. I'd have to get Rio a set and I doubted Victoria would deny me her armorer's number. I was definitely looking into getting Mercy a matching Orion Slave Girl outfit, and here people don't think I make constructive use of my time.   I was sure Victoria/Kar'Thon was breaking speed records to get herself ready while the other ladies began talking to me about a whole universe that was brand new to me. Getting three different and very conflicting versions of the rise of the Human-dominated Federation of Planets was amusing.   Out of the blue, T'Luminareth decided she was going to create a team to rapidly move to my planet and take me back for further study. Vor' Dora countered that and Hical gleefully sought out salvage rights for the wreckage of the two expeditions.   "That might not be possible," I intervened. "Some of what you've told me has fused some memories together." They all fell silent.   "At Starfleet Academy, an Engineering Team and a select group of cadets," I continued to fantasize, "were directed to work on a, phased ionic drive." Ion drive was 'old' tech, or so Hical had let slip. "The drive failed catastrophically and we couldn't save the impulse drive, power was failing, we couldn't transport. The phased ionic drive detonated in the planet's atmosphere, creating a trans-harmonic disruption. I don't know if there were other survivors of our vessel. I saw another vessel either investigating our explosion or attempting a rescue but they burned up on their approach," I looked pained. "I don't think I could communicate with them and the only survivor I could locate was Kar'Thon."   "Only a combination of our two vessels' technology has been able to punch a hole through the disruption and I'm not sure how long this effect will last." I now sounded grim but determined. "We probably need three things: We need to know if there were any special modifications to the Klingon Scout vessel because I don't think it was a standard model to get so close to an experimental Federation vessel."   "Secondly, someone needs to pry out of Starfleet the precise specifications of that vessel, and that's definitely not me," I confessed. "Finally, we need to find a way to fuse those two designs together because if Tribbles are already being affected by an increased magnetic field, how much longer do we have before even the planet's magnetic field collapses totally and we fry (a SciFi movie plot, thank you)."   Once more, there was silence and I was afraid I'd stepped way beyond my bounds. Only when I took in the masked facial expressions of Kar'Thon did I realize I'd done well. I was hit with the realization I was a word and a whisper away from having sex with her, she was so pleased with me.   "I have friends at Starfleet Academy and they might be able to shed a light on what their cadets were up to," T'Luminareth stated serenely, but I could see a fire in her eyes. "I will research into every work published on Phased Ionic Drives, and we may be forced to work on a theory of what went wrong in case Starfleet is not forthcoming."   "Not that I admit that the Klingon Empire ever had any such vessel operating in the area, Vor' Dura got out before Hical Cretak interrupted.   "You have an officer on the damn planet, you cowardly idiot," mocked Hical.   "I am a deserter," Kar'Thon declared. "I would say I was a 'scum of the Orion Colonies' but I found that you already claimed that title," she aimed at Hical.   "You must die, you traitorous dog," Dura jumped on the offered plum. Thon/Victoria wasn't a deserter but she was ready to take one for the team, so to speak. "The Klingon Empire cannot allow your stain on our honor to exist. Now that we finally have you pinned down, we are coming to end you once and for all, and if the Federation insists on harboring a traitor (we were theoretically in Federation space) then,   "I owe you a death, Vor' Dura," Thon seethed; "your death."   "You may not enter Federation space," T'Luminareth insisted.   "Before you two go to war, again, why don't you let me go in," Hical mediated. "I'm a free trader and have been to both Federation and Klingon planets."   "You are a spy," Vor' Dura growled.   "Being a successful agent doesn't make you any less of spy for your Romulan Senate," T'Luminareth seemed almost furious.   "Unfounded rumors started by my, Hical almost finished before the Tribbles screamed. Not as loud as they had for Ms. Black, but they now didn't like Thon around either, now that Victoria was a Klingon. Cordelia scares me; this time Hical had the little 'hiccup'.   "This is going to be fun," she chuckled, barely above a whisper.   "I will get these vermin no matter how much they hurt the frail human," Kar'Thon snarled, but Victoria's eyes blazed with fanatic amusement. I was mildly curious if she could even respond to her true name but decided not to test that. She pulled out a rather wicked looking knife that I had to double-take to make sure it was plastic.   The conversation went on around us as fictitious bits of data collided with innuendo, falsehoods, threats, and lies. This was roleplaying by some actors who took it as

Tuesday, November 5th, 2025Today, bomb threats rock New Jersey on election day as Trump whines about California mail ballots; FBI Director Kash Patel lashes out at the response to his use of a private jet to visit his girlfriend - and that he has a girlfriend; the Trump and Republican shutdown has threatened food, healthcare, and now heating; Trump's Justice Department is withholding transcripts of Lindsey Halligan's presentation to the grand jury in the Comey case; Feds say immigration enforcement might have to stop if judge intervenes at the Broadview facility in Chicago; local Colorado police are investigating a federal agent for excessive force; and Allison delivers your Good News.Thank You, CoyuchiGet 20% off your first order when you visit Coyuchi.com/dailybeansThank You, SmallsFor a limited time, get 60% off your first order, plus free shipping, when you head to Smalls.com/DAILYBEANS.Guest: Kat Abughazaleh Illinois 9th Congressional DistrictKat Abughazaleh - Kat For IllinoisSocials: Kat Abughazaleh (@kabughazaleh) - Instagram,@katmabu.bsky.social - Bluesky, @katmabu -  TikTok, Kat Abughazaleh - YouTube, KatAbughazaleh - Twitch, @KatAbughazaleh - TwitterDana Goldberg Outrageous Tour - November 14th ChicagoStoriesNew Jersey bomb threats and Trump's warnings for California mark final day of voting | PBS NewsGovernment shutdown threatens to delay home heating aid for millions of low-income families | AP NewsICE Altercation With Protester in Colorado Prompts a Police Chief to Push Back | The New York TimesImmigration enforcement might have to stop if judge intervenes at Broadview facility, feds say | Chicago Sun-TimesFacing difficult questions about his use of an FBI jet, Kash Patel pitches weak defense | MSNBCGood TroubleICE Out San Diego 11/06/25 - More Info and RSVPThursday, November 06, 2025 @10:00 AMAt The Federal Building880 Front St, San Diego“This is more than a protest! It's a stand for dignity, justice, and the right of every family to live free from fear. Bring your friends, your signs, and your voice. Together, we can show that San Diego stands for community, not cages. For more information contact jlopez@calorganize.org”**Group Directory - The Visibility Brigade: Resistance is Possible**Vote Yes 836 - Oklahoma is gathering signatures**How to Organize a Bearing Witness Standout**Indiana teacher snitch portal - Eyes on Education**Find Your Representative | house.gov, Contacting U.S. SenatorsFrom The Good Newsnhmarf.orgMutual Aid HubThousands fill streets of downtown Lancaster for second 'No Kings' rally [update] | lancasteronline.comWarwick UnitedTin foil hat - WikipediaFoundry United Methodist ChurchDana Goldberg Outrageous Tour - November 14th Chicago(Patreon And Super)This is the video companion to The Daily Beans.You can watch it on Youtube here (Please do not share the link):youtu.be/hLbfqaVQuH8Please let us know what you think! - https://near.tl/sm/7WpMw3fFvOur Donation LinksNational Security Counselors - Donate, MSW Media, Blue Wave CA Victory Fund | ActBlue, WhistleblowerAid.org/beansFederal workers - email AG at fedoath@pm.me and let me know what you're going to do, or just vent. I'm always here to listen. Find Upcoming Actions 50501 Movement, No Kings.org, Indivisible.orgDr. Allison Gill - Substack, BlueSky , TikTok, IG, TwitterDana Goldberg - The 2025 Out100, BlueSky, Twitter, IG, facebook, danagoldberg.comMore from MSW Media - Shows - MSW Media, Cleanup On Aisle 45 pod, The Breakdown | SubstackReminder - you can see the pod pics if you become a Patron. The good news pics are at the bottom of the show notes of each Patreon episode! That's just one of the perks of subscribing! patreon.com/muellershewrote Our Donation LinksNational Security Counselors - DonateMSW Media, Blue Wave California Victory Fund | ActBlueWhistleblowerAid.org/beansFederal workers - feel free to email AG at fedoath@pm.me and let me know what you're going to do, or just vent. I'm always here to listen. Find Upcoming Actions 50501 Movement, No Kings.org, Indivisible.orgDr. Allison Gill - Substack, BlueSky , TikTok, IG, TwitterDana Goldberg - BlueSky, Twitter, IG, facebook, danagoldberg.comCheck out more from MSW Media - Shows - MSW Media, Cleanup On Aisle 45 pod, The Breakdown | SubstackShare your Good News or Good TroubleMSW Good News and Good TroubleHave some good news; a confession; or a correction to share?Good News & Confessions - The Daily Beanshttps://www.dailybeanspod.com/confessional/ Listener Survey:http://survey.podtrac.com/start-survey.aspx?pubid=BffJOlI7qQcF&ver=shortFollow the Podcast on Apple:The Daily Beans on Apple PodcastsWant to support the show and get it ad-free and early?The Daily Beans | SupercastThe Daily Beans & Mueller, She Wrote | PatreonThe Daily Beans | Apple Podcasts Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Democrats knew they were funding healthcare for illegal immigrants — and lied about it. The federal government says Washington State can’t force foster parents to accept their children's gender identity. Guest: National political director for the Republican Jewish Coalition Sam Markstein reacts to the horrifying prospect of an antisemite like Zohran Mamdani becoming mayor of New York. // Big Local: A look at some of the key local races around the Puget Sound region tonight. // You Pick the Topic: A University of Chicago professor that was previously arrested at an anti-ICE protest posted vile comments about Dick Cheney moments after his death was announced today.

Federal regulators say the financial sector — particularly big banks — failed to act on obvious red flags in the case of Jeffrey Epstein's financial network, and now they're pointing fingers at each other. Agencies like the U.S. Treasury Department and the Office of the Comptroller of the Currency assert that banks should have detected and reported Epstein's suspicious transactions years ago and triggered law-enforcement action. Meanwhile, some banks claim they did file reports or raise internal alarms but regulators ignored or delayed follow-up investigations, essentially accusing federal agencies of failing to enforce or respond to the alerts.On the flip side, financial institutions argue they were operating under murky guidance and rely on regulators to interpret complex anti-money-laundering laws — now they say the feds didn't act promptly or clearly once files were submitted. This blame-game has escalated as lawsuits proliferate: banks claim regulators pushed responsibility back onto them, while regulators argue that banks willfully overlooked their compliance duties and expect bail-outs or leniency rather than accountability. The result is a stalemate where neither side wants to claim full fault, and victims of Epstein's crimes are still waiting for clarity and justice.to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comsource:JPMorgan Flagged Epstein Suspicions in 2002, Years Earlier Than KnownBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-epstein-chronicles--5003294/support.

Federal regulators say the financial sector — particularly big banks — failed to act on obvious red flags in the case of Jeffrey Epstein's financial network, and now they're pointing fingers at each other. Agencies like the U.S. Treasury Department and the Office of the Comptroller of the Currency assert that banks should have detected and reported Epstein's suspicious transactions years ago and triggered law-enforcement action. Meanwhile, some banks claim they did file reports or raise internal alarms but regulators ignored or delayed follow-up investigations, essentially accusing federal agencies of failing to enforce or respond to the alerts.On the flip side, financial institutions argue they were operating under murky guidance and rely on regulators to interpret complex anti-money-laundering laws — now they say the feds didn't act promptly or clearly once files were submitted. This blame-game has escalated as lawsuits proliferate: banks claim regulators pushed responsibility back onto them, while regulators argue that banks willfully overlooked their compliance duties and expect bail-outs or leniency rather than accountability. The result is a stalemate where neither side wants to claim full fault, and victims of Epstein's crimes are still waiting for clarity and justice.to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comsource:JPMorgan Flagged Epstein Suspicions in 2002, Years Earlier Than KnownBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-moscow-murders-and-more--5852883/support.

From time to time, Crosstalk features a program titled, "What in the World?" This expression is often a response to things heard that are bizarre or outlandish and this broadcast highlighted just such stories. For example: --Zohran Mamdani, the far left, pro-socialist, anti-Israel candidate for New York mayor, has a campaign ad in Arabic with a strategically placed Palestine Liberation Organization flag in the background wooing Muslims to go to the polls. --Palestinian activist Linda Sarsour issued a thinly veiled warning to New York City mayoral candidate Zohran Mamdani saying that she will hold him accountable to fulfill campaign promises including dismantling an NYPD unit that polices terrorism threats, protests and riots. --Zohran Mamdani sought to blame President Trump for bomb threats at polling places. --An internal report confirms that the BBC (British Broadcasting Company) was caught in a serious lie concerning words spoken by President Trump on January 6th, 2021, to his supporters. --A poll conducted by the Henry Jackson Society reported that 32% of British Muslims favor the implementation of Sharia in the UK. --Suspects in an alleged Dearborn, Michigan, terror plot were said to be Muslim terrorists. They were accused of stockpiling weapons for an ISIS inspired attack according to an FBI affidavit. Feds found over 1,600 rounds of ammunition, multiple firearms and tactical vests in raids of their homes and a storage unit. --Former Vice President Kamala Harris accused college age individuals of being stupid and that's why they're put in dormitories. Ironically, at the same time, she wants to lower the voting age to 16.

By Adam Turteltaub Uh oh.  The Feds are in the front lobby with a search warrant.  Things are bad, and you don't want anyone on site to make it worse. The secret is preparation, shares Veronica Xu, SCCE & HCCA Board Member and Chief Compliance Officer, HIPAA Privacy Officer, ADA Administrator at Saber Healthcare Group.  That begins with establishing a cross-functional team that likely includes compliance, the general counsel, CEO, CTO and, depending on your industry, the chief medical officer and others. Each should play a part in shaping the plan and be ready to play their part if a raid occurs. In addition, onsite staff, right down to the receptionist, needs to understand their responsibilities, including whom to call for help.  Not only will that avoid very costly mistakes, it will help reduce errors, fear and stress at what will likely be an extremely difficult time. What an individual gets trained on will vary by role.  Yet, there is one commonality to the training.  Everyone needs to know the importance of staying calm, being polite and respectful. Be sure to also outline the do's and don'ts. There's one other thing she strongly advises: remember to communicate with your workforce.  Be as transparent as possible and avoid conflicting messages.  That will keep the lines of communication open and help avoid the speculation that can make the disruption even worse. Listen in to learn more, and then take a fresh look at your current plans for responding to a government raid.

n this explosive interview, Stephanie Weidle sits down withDr. Jeyanthi Kunadhasan, an anesthetist and perioperative physician who refused the COVID jab in Australia and paid the ultimate professional price for standing by her conscience.Together, they walk through Pfizer's own documents — the ones the pharmaceutical company wanted sealed for 75 years — and reveal a shocking trail of deception, missing deaths, and political manipulation tied to the pandemic and the 2020 U.S. election.After Pfizer fought to hide its COVID-19 trial data, a small group of independent researchers decided to dig for the truth. Among them was Dr. Kunadhasan, who lost her job after refusing to take the shot — and who discovered the dark reality behind the pharmaceutical and political machinery driving the pandemic narrative.Read more:https://pandemicinvestigationproject.com/

From time to time, Crosstalk features a program titled, "What in the World?" This expression is often a response to things heard that are bizarre or outlandish and this broadcast highlighted just such stories. For example: --Zohran Mamdani, the far left, pro-socialist, anti-Israel candidate for New York mayor, has a campaign ad in Arabic with a strategically placed Palestine Liberation Organization flag in the background wooing Muslims to go to the polls. --Palestinian activist Linda Sarsour issued a thinly veiled warning to New York City mayoral candidate Zohran Mamdani saying that she will hold him accountable to fulfill campaign promises including dismantling an NYPD unit that polices terrorism threats, protests and riots. --Zohran Mamdani sought to blame President Trump for bomb threats at polling places. --An internal report confirms that the BBC (British Broadcasting Company) was caught in a serious lie concerning words spoken by President Trump on January 6th, 2021, to his supporters. --A poll conducted by the Henry Jackson Society reported that 32% of British Muslims favor the implementation of Sharia in the UK. --Suspects in an alleged Dearborn, Michigan, terror plot were said to be Muslim terrorists. They were accused of stockpiling weapons for an ISIS inspired attack according to an FBI affidavit. Feds found over 1,600 rounds of ammunition, multiple firearms and tactical vests in raids of their homes and a storage unit. --Former Vice President Kamala Harris accused college age individuals of being stupid and that's why they're put in dormitories. Ironically, at the same time, she wants to lower the voting age to 16.

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On today's DeRush-Hour - election day is tomorrow, are you ready? Feds announce "partial" SNAP payments for November. A local law firm is part of a big merger. Plus, Jason goes in-depth with Dr. Steven Devine, NMDP's Chief Medical Officer, about some exciting new research out of Minnesota that could help save lives

Joining the Exchange is George Sexton, Conservation Director at KS Wild.

The Fed just cut rates again so why are mortgage rates climbing?

EP205:  Election 2025, Tucker/Fuentes Uproar, SNAP, NBA Gambling Questions, NFL Week 9SPORTSNFL Week 9 -  https://www.nfl.com/news/nfl-week-9-takeaways-what-we-learned-from-sunday-s-12-gamesNBA Gambling Probe UPDATE https://www.hoopsrumors.com/2025/10/nba-investigators-reportedly-never-cleared-rozier-still-looking-at-beasley.html Jontay Porter(case1: 1/26/24; banned for life 4/24)(Ex: $80k-$1.2m)Pled guilty to wire fraud Amar Awawdeh1/30/25 NBA Confirms Terry Rozier under Investigation: NBA did not inform Miami Heat about investigation of Rozier before trade; 2024 leaves game early1/30/25 FreeMoose_NBA Tweets:(MoustafaOmar)(tweets Porter betting slip from 1/22/24)(tweet predicts M**** B******)NBA Free Agency Opens 6/30/25Malik Beasley (1/31/24 Sportsbook flags suspicious activity on prop rebound unders (2.5)bets(smashes the over(6)))Ammar Awawdeh: Porter's gambling debt, NYC deli owner, FacecardsChauncey Billups is co-conspirator 8 in Nothing but BetKevin GarnettTy LueAntonio GatesMob/FedShane Hennen, consensus within gambling world, he's a FedHennen attended LAC at MIA game after traded and after plea deal2011 arrested in cocaine mob trial where admitted to cooporating for a reduced sentence; plea agreement conditions(no alcohol, no betting)2017 DWI arrest; still violating plea agreement Supplied the rigged poker tedhnology for the games Professional serial ratCLICKSBill Gates quits Climate Change - Bill Gates Says We'll Survive Climate Change, World Furious; https://www.zerohedge.com/weather/after-years-climate-doom-propaganda-bill-gates-admits-world-wont-endTucker - Fuentes: both Feds? https://thehill.com/homenews/media/5584094-heritage-foundation-tucker-carlson-nick-fuentes-divisions/ Venezuela - https://x.com/mintpressnews/status/1983362439958704590?s=42(VIDEO)Government Shutdown/SNAP - https://www.npr.org/2025/10/28/g-s1-95189/snap-food-stamps-government-shutdown-november NYS Hochul declares State of Emergency - https://www.lohud.com/story/news/politics/2025/10/30/looming-snap-benefits-nov-1-cutoff-prompts-ny-gov-kathy-hochul-to-declare-food-emergency/86984698007/ POLITICSElections 2025 - https://www.cbsnews.com/news/what-to-know-about-election-day-2025/Local - https://spectrumlocalnews.com/nys/central-ny/politics/2025/10/27/key-races-to-watch-in-new-york-2025-elections ##About the Sports, Clicks & Politics Podcast SCAPP is a weekly podcast with a Livestream every Monday at 12pm on eastern.  Join hosts Shawn Hannon and Ben Hussong as they separate the latest news from the noise impacting New York State. The podcast has frequent guest interviews for additional perspectives in the worlds or sports, politics and beyond!Follow the show on social mediaWebsite: scappodcast.comFacebook: facebook.com/scappodcastTwitter: @SCAPPodcastFollow Shawn & Ben on social mediaFacebook: facebook.com/hannon44 Twitter: @hannon44Facebook: facebook.com/ben.hussong.3Twitter: @benhussong 

Federal authorities have unsealed charges against two Dearborn men accused of plotting an ISIS-inspired mass shooting over the Halloween weekend. WWJ's Tony Ortiz has the afternoon's top news stories.

Jeff Turner — the man they call the COUNTERFEIT KING — sits down with Bubba the Love Sponge® to tell the story the Feds never wanted you to hear.From a small-town printer to a full-blown counterfeiting operation that caught the attention of the Secret Service, Jeff breaks down how it all started, how far it went, and what it cost him in the end.It's raw. It's real. And it's one of the wildest true-crime stories you'll ever hear.Watch the full interview — unfiltered and straight from the source.#CounterfeitKing #JeffTurner #BubbaTheLoveSponge #TrueCrime #Podcast #FakeMoney #Counterfeiting #SecretService #ViceDocumentaryCheck out his YouTube page here: / @jeffreypatrickturner

https://podawful.com/posts/2604 HAPPY AWFULWEEN! The only prank slasher flick franchise, The Red Rooms, is back, and this time it's with a surprise twist! A real feature-length Halloween horror movie starring an unwitting Final T-Girl-- The Comedy Shaman. The DARK WEB'S most mysterious, and CURSED website is now online, and it is looking for its first VICTIM. Shaman has fallen in love with his CATFISH, the enigmatic "Feds," again. Now they must team up to take down an EVIL CULT. When Mr. Burgers is kidnapped and taken to the bloodsoaked cyber dungeon, Comedy Shaman makes it his mission to MAN UP with Feds, and destroy THE RED ROOMS once and for all! The only thing standing in his way? The leader of the Cult and mastermind behind the Red Rooms, the completely unstoppable monster known as JESSE P-S. Jesse is watching Shaman's every single move, and it all culminates in the most TWISTED gender reveal party of all time. What happens when you've run completely out of "It is what it is?" Well, it's the end of the day, so you're about to find out-- FOR THE LAST TIME. Get the DIRECTOR'S CUT, DELETED SCENES, COMMENTARY, AND MORE only in the PIZZA FUND: https://podawful.pizza VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/live/FS4Heu5gfMU  Buy A Shirt: http://awful.tech PODAWFUL is an anti-podcast hosted by Jesse P-S

Fresh off of FBI Director Kash Patel's groundbreaking press conference, Josh and TJ break down just what this means for the #NBA and the sports-world in general.

Show Open 11.01.25 ✅ Feds drop interest rates again for the second time in 6 weeks…should we celebrate or panic

Legal Analyst Roger Bonakdar joins Philip Teresi talking Trump’s 230 million request, Bobby Salazar’s indictment, a teacher’s $40 million case and ICE using facial recognition. Please Like, Comment and Follow 'Philip Teresi on KMJ' on all platforms: --- Philip Teresi on KMJ is available on the KMJNOW app, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, YouTube or wherever else you listen to podcasts. -- Philip Teresi on KMJ Weekdays 2-6 PM Pacific on News/Talk 580 AM & 105.9 FM KMJ | Website | Facebook | Instagram | X | Podcast | Amazon | - Everything KMJ KMJNOW App | Podcasts | Facebook | X | Instagram See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

https://podawful.com/posts/2604 HAPPY AWFULWEEN! The only prank slasher flick franchise, The Red Rooms, is back, and this time it's with a surprise twist! A real feature-length Halloween horror movie starring an unwitting Final T-Girl-- The Comedy Shaman. The DARK WEB'S most mysterious, and CURSED website is now online, and it is looking for its first VICTIM. Shaman has fallen in love with his CATFISH, the enigmatic "Feds," again. Now they must team up to take down an EVIL CULT. When Mr. Burgers is kidnapped and taken to the bloodsoaked cyber dungeon, Comedy Shaman makes it his mission to MAN UP with Feds, and destroy THE RED ROOMS once and for all! The only thing standing in his way? The leader of the Cult and mastermind behind the Red Rooms, the completely unstoppable monster known as JESSE P-S. Jesse is watching Shaman's every single move, and it all culminates in the most TWISTED gender reveal party of all time. What happens when you've run completely out of "It is what it is?" Well, it's the end of the day, so you're about to find out-- FOR THE LAST TIME. Get the DIRECTOR'S CUT, DELETED SCENES, COMMENTARY, AND MORE only in the PIZZA FUND: https://podawful.pizza VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/live/FS4Heu5gfMU  Buy A Shirt: http://awful.tech PODAWFUL is an anti-podcast hosted by Jesse P-S

The loss of federal food assistance due to the government shutdown will affect nearly 2 million Illinoisans. Gov. JB Pritzker is directing $20 million to help close the gap, but Sun-Times reporter Tina Sfondeles explains that's only a fraction of the need. She talks with executive producer Simone Alicea and Alex Nitkin with the Illinois Answers Project about what's next. Plus, they discuss the charges facing local political candidates, transit funding, suburban tax loopholes, and a couple of architectural projects worth taking a look at.  UPDATE: Early Friday, about an hour after this episode came out, state lawmakers passed a $1.5 billion transit bailout. Instead of some of the more controversial statewide taxes, money will come from the Road Fund and a localized sales tax increase. We'll have more next week. An earlier version of this episode's title has been changed to reflect the news. Want some more City Cast Chicago news? Then make sure to sign up for our Hey Chicago newsletter.  Follow us @citycastchicago You can also text us or leave a voicemail at: 773 780-0246 Learn more about the sponsors of this Oct. 31 episode:  Broadway in Chicago Deborah's Place Window Nation MUBI Become a member of City Cast Chicago. Interested in advertising with City Cast? Find more info HERE

Feds cut rates, ICE arrests, statues returned, and Erika Kirk with the Vice President. Plus, Bill's Message of the Day, Why Joe Biden is wrong about the nature of the presidency. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this edition of PolterZeitgeist, Jack and Miles discuss the upcoming midterm elections, "6-7" entering the lexicon, that AI 'Friends' video, Feds charging Kat Abughazaleh with conspiracy for… protesting, Google Trends 2025 list of top Halloween costumes and much more!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The feds crack down on people who interfered during immigration raids. L.A. city's controller says L.A. police need to change how they respond to mental health crisis calls. The Dodgers have one last shot to make a comeback in the World Series. Plus, more from Morning Edition. Support The L.A. Report by donating at LAist.com/join and by visiting https://laist.comThis LAist podcast is supported by Amazon Autos. Buying a car used to be a whole day affair. Now, at Amazon Autos, you can shop for a new, used, or certified pre-owned car whenever, wherever. You can browse hundreds of vehicles from top local dealers, all in one place. Amazon.com/autosVisit www.preppi.com/LAist to receive a FREE Preppi Emergency Kit (with any purchase over $100) and be prepared for the next wildfire, earthquake or emergency! Support the show: https://laist.com

Bandidos MC Dissolved by Court Order in Denmark – Global Crackdown ExpandsToday on Black Dragon Biker TV, the unthinkable has happened — the Bandidos Motorcycle Club has been officially dissolved in Denmark by court order.The Helsingør District Court ruled that the club must disband after the Danish government petitioned for its dissolution under constitutional law. Justice Minister Peter Hummelgaard said the group's “brutal behavior leaves bloody traces,” marking the first time in history a major outlaw motorcycle club has been outlawed through the courts.This unprecedented ruling could reshape how European nations handle outlaw motorcycle clubs — and raise serious questions about freedom of association worldwide.⚖️ We'll Discuss:How Denmark legally banned the Bandidos MCWhat this means for other major clubs like the Hells Angels and OutlawsCould other countries follow Denmark's lead?How this ruling affects the global MC community and biker rights Plus: India's Roads Turn Deadly

Jon Ossoff is playing a dangerous game as the Left issues threats. The Feds are shutting down SNAP - The impact on Georgia There is a PSC election happening, and turnout is low. Is the GAGOP Chair focused on the right things right now? The special election to replace the late Rep. Mandi Ballinger is a sprint. Rep. Marcus Wiedower resigns - a special election will soon be held. Despite the Cop City controversy, Atlanta Mayor Andre Dickens is cruising to reelection. Please be sure to like and subscribe for free to Peach Pundit the Podcast™ wherever you listen to podcasts—some people like Spotify, some like Apple Podcasts, YouTube, Pandora, or Amazon. We are on all of them and many more, so listen however you prefer. Turn on your notifications so you never miss an episode. ​ If you are inclined to offer financial support to Peach Pundit voluntarily, you may sign up to be a Patreon here patreon.com/peachpundit. In the second tier, you are invited to watch our recording sessions live, giving you extra, unedited content. And trust us, it is worth it.

On this episode of Sports Talk with Bobby Hebert, Bobby and Mike break down the fallout of Brian Kelly's dismissal as LSU's head football coach, analyze Tyler Shough's ascension to the top of the Saints' QB depth chart, and talk about Louisiana governor Jeff Landry's scintillating comments.

Quake discusses a confidential witness alleging Lil Durk ordered hits on six people, and the Feds failing to find anything incriminating on his iCloud, Drake launching appeal to resurrect UMG “Not Like Us” lawsuit, and he's hit with lawsuit for gambling promo along with Adin Ross & Stake, Cam'ron hitting J. Cole with lawsuit over their collab “Ready 24”, 50 Cent clowning Lil Meech for losing his “BMF” job, Jay-Z revealing who could defeat him in a Verzuz battle and much more.(00:00) - Intro(05:38) - Confidential Witness Alleges Lil Durk Ordered Hits On Six People(07:15) - Feds Fail To Find Anything Incriminating On Lil Durk's iCloud(14:03) - Drake Launches Appeal To Resurrect UMG “Not Like Us” Lawsuit(14:45) - Drake, Adin Ross & Stake Hit With Lawsuit For Gambling Promo(21:37) - Cam'ron Hits J. Cole With Lawsuit Over Their Collab “Ready 24”(25:58) - 50 Cent Clowns Lil Meech For Losing His “BMF” Job(32:03) - Rap Doesn't Chart On The Top 40 After 35 years(38:02) - Jay-Z Reveals Who Could Defeat Him In A Verzuz Battle(55:00) - Billboard Hot 100

Portland has become ground zero for a movement the media calls “just an idea.” In this episode, I unpack what Antifa really is—its roots, tactics, and why weak leadership and non-prosecution policies have turned cities like Portland into safe harbors for chaos. Journalist Brandi Kruse joins me to share first-hand reporting (including a recent assault while on the job), expose media spin and political cowardice, and talk about what it will take to restore order. We'll challenge Christians to pray, vote, defend what's good, and support honest journalism. If you love the PNW, it's time to get off the bench.Prime Sponsor: No matter where you live, visit the Functional Medical Institute online today to connect with Drs Mark and Michele Sherwood. Go to homeschoolhealth.com to get connected and see some of my favorites items. Use coupon code HEIDI for 20% off!Lifestone Ministries | Lifestoneministries.com/heidiEquipping The Persecuted Coffee | ETPcoffee.comShow mentions: heidistjohn.com/mentionsWebsite | heidistjohn.comSupport the show! | donorbox.org/donation-827Rumble | rumble.com/user/HeidiStJohnYoutube | youtube.com/@HeidiStJohnPodcastInstagram | @heidistjohnFacebook | Heidi St. JohnX | @heidistjohnFaith That Speaks Online CommunitySubmit your questions for Fan Mail Friday | heidistjohn.net/fanmailfriday

Episode 2, discussing all the craziness of this past season. This is an episode you want to lean in to.

Unlike during the government shutdown in 2018-2019, the USDA is not using contingency funds to cover the cost of Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program benefits. This means that nearly two million people in Illinois will have their benefits paused starting on November 1 if the government does not change course. In the Loop hears from Aubrey Lewandowski, a local SNAP recipient and from Nolan Downey, senior director of policy at the Greater Chicago Food Depository. For a full archive of In the Loop interviews, head over to wbez.org/intheloop.

Drew Snarey has lived a career most people only see in movies — from busting gangs in Michigan to protecting high-profile federal figures. He began as a Michigan police officer before transitioning into detective work focused on gang activity and organized crime. His investigative skills led him to serve on multiple federal task forces, where he helped dismantle violent criminal networks and worked closely with top federal agencies. Eventually, Drew made the leap from state law enforcement to the federal level, joining the United States Secret Service and later working alongside other elite federal agencies. In this episode, Drew opens up about life on the streets as a young cop, taking down dangerous crews, navigating the politics of law enforcement, joining federal operations, and the reality of working inside one of America's most elite agencies. He also reflects on the emotional toll these careers take and shares advice for anyone considering a path in law enforcement. #GangDetective #MichiganGangs #TrueCrimePodcast #FormerCop #GangLifeExposed #LawEnforcementStories #PoliceInterviews #streetcrimeuk Thank you to PRIZEPICKS for sponsoring this episode: Prizepicks: Visit https://prizepicks.onelink.me/LME0/IANBICK and use code IANBICK and get $50 in lineups when you play your first $5 lineup! Connect with Drew Snarey: Frontlineathletic.com Instagram @frontline_athletic TikTok  @frontline.athletic YouTube @frontlineathletic Facebook Frontline Athletic X @frontline_ruck Hosted, Executive Produced & Edited By Ian Bick: https://www.instagram.com/ian_bick/?hl=en https://ianbick.com/ Shop Locked In Merch: http://www.ianbick.com/shop Timestamps: 00:00 From Local Cop to Federal Agent: Drew's Story Begins 02:00 Law Enforcement Career Overview: Gangs, Feds & the Secret Service 06:00 Childhood, Motivation & Getting on the Force 13:00 What Working Inside a County Jail Really Teaches You 20:00 Joining the Gang Unit & Learning to Think Like a Criminal 27:00 Cracking a Major Organized Crime Case That Changed Everything 36:00 Inside the Process: How Organized Crime Investigations Are Built 47:00 Informants, Fencers & The Hidden Players Behind Gang Operations 55:00 Why So Many Youth Fall into Gangs: Poverty, Identity & Survival 01:03:00 Misconceptions About Gang Members & The Power of Second Chances 01:11:00 Gang Detective War Stories & The Personal Toll on Cops 01:19:00 Jumping to the Feds: Joining the Secret Service & What Shocked Him Most 01:33:00 How Social Media Changed Law Enforcement Perception Forever 01:41:00 Biggest Lessons from 20+ Years in Policing & Federal Work 01:43:00 Final Thoughts, Advice for Future Officers & Outro Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Tim, Tate, Kellen, & Charles are joined by Auron MacIntyre to discuss a terror attack in California as a box truck accelerates towards police, Steve Bannon saying Trump will win 2028 election, new footage of the J6 pipe bomber being released, and Democrats supporting illegal immigration in overwhelming numbers in new polling.   Download Perplexity's new AI-web browser, Comet, by heading to https://pplx.ai/timcast and let your browser work for you. Plus, right now when you download Comet - you get a month of Rumble Premium for free! Early Black Friday access! Get up to 50% off Beam with my link https://shopbeam.com/TIMCAST  + code TIMCAST (limited time only!). SUPPORT THE SHOW BUY CAST BREW COFFEE NOW - https://castbrew.com/ Join - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCLwNTXWEjVd2qIHLcXxQWxA/join Hosts:  Tim @Timcast (everywhere) Tate @RealTateBrown (everywhere) Kellen @KellenPDL (everywhere) Charles @Frank_Trueblue (X) Serge @SergeDotCom (everywhere) Guest: Auron MacIntyre @AuronMacintyre (X)