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Forty-two points should do the trick in this one. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices
Martha Sklavos is the founder and CEO of Aloe Therapeutics, she’s working on a treatment option for “advanced solid tumors.” “Forty percent of Americans will be diagnosed with cancer at some point in their lifetime, so it will touch us all in one way, shape or form,” Sklavos said.
Welcome to The Daily, where we study the Bible verse by verse, chapter by chapter, every day. And since today is Veterans Day, I want to pause and thank the men and women who have served in our armed forces. You've stood in the gap, sacrificed comfort, and protected freedom. We honor you, and we're grateful for your courage and service. Today's shout-out goes to Clarence Campbell from Burton, MI. Your commitment through Project23 helps deliver God's Word daily with clarity and conviction. This one's for you. Our text today is Judges 12:4-6. Then Jephthah gathered all the men of Gilead and fought with Ephraim. And the men of Gilead struck Ephraim, because they said, "You are fugitives of Ephraim, you Gileadites, in the midst of Ephraim and Manasseh." And the Gileadites captured the fords of the Jordan against the Ephraimites. And when any of the fugitives of Ephraim said, "Let me go over," the men of Gilead said to him, "Are you an Ephraimite?" When he said, "No," they said to him, "Then say Shibboleth," and he said, "Sibboleth," for he could not pronounce it right. Then they seized him and slaughtered him at the fords of the Jordan. At that time 42,000 of the Ephraimites fell. — Judges 12:4-6 When the conflict between Jephthah and Ephraim escalated, it turned into full-blown civil war. At the Jordan River, the Gileadites set up a simple test: say the word "Shibboleth." Here's why that word mattered: Ephraimites had a regional accent. They couldn't pronounce the "sh" sound and instead said "Sibboleth." A single letter—one tiny sound—became the marker of life or death. If you failed the test, you were executed on the spot. Forty-two thousand brothers died—not because of a true enemy, but because of pride and petty rivalry. It's heartbreaking. Israel was supposed to be one people under God, fighting enemies together. Instead, they killed each other over accents. What began as wounded pride ended in a river of blood. Pride still divides God's people today. Churches split over style. Families fracture over opinions. Christians criticize each other over minor disputes. Small "Shibboleths" become battle lines, and the mission of God suffers. Pride takes small differences and makes them deadly; humility sees the bigger mission and fights the right battles. On Veterans Day, we remember men and women who laid down comfort and safety to protect unity, freedom, and peace. They remind us of what happens when courage is used to defend, not divide. Veterans stood shoulder to shoulder for something greater than themselves. That's what we're called to in Christ—not uniformity, but unity under His mission. The real enemy isn't your brother or sister in Christ. The real enemy is the sin and pride that sets us against each other. Don't let a "Shibboleth" ruin your relationships. Don't let small differences blind you to the bigger battle. Jesus shed his blood to make us one family—let's not shed each other's blood over accents. ASK THIS: Where am I letting pride make small differences into big divisions? Am I more focused on being "right" than being united in Christ? How can I fight for unity instead of fighting my brothers? DO THIS: Identify one "Shibboleth" in your life—a small difference that's become a point of pride or division. Surrender it to God and choose unity over rivalry. PRAY THIS: Father, forgive me when I let pride divide me from my brothers and sisters. Help me to see that our unity in Christ matters more than petty differences. Keep me from fighting the wrong battles and use me to build peace in Your family. Amen. PLAY THIS: "Make Us One."
Dave breaks down Liverpool's nightmare numbers and they're grim. Five defeats in six away games. Forty percent of matches lost since the PSG exit. A team that's “weak, passive, and easy to beat.” Dave lays bare the tactical confusion, the recruitment mistakes, and the lack of physicality that's haunting the Reds. With names like Semenyo and Rodrygo now linked, he asks the big question: can Liverpool buy their way out of this, or has Arne Slot got to find a new backbone first? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices
SEND ME A TEXT MESSAGE NOWMonday's fallout is real, and it's ugly. Forty days of government shutdown, and the one card Democrats had left? They folded. You'll hear the consequences, and it's not pretty.Eight senators turned a massive victory into a pratfall. Momentum crushed in forty-eight hours, leaving millions stuck in the chaos while the political theater played out.More Trump pardons for January 6? Guess what Donald, the delusional one is doing now. You'll hear it all.The Supreme Court is back in the spotlight. They're deciding whether mail-in ballots that arrive after Election Day still count. Democracy is on the clock, and the rules are bending for some while others are left scrambling.This isn't just politics. It's about survival of truth, accountability, and whether anyone in power actually earns your trust.Families waiting for relief. Workers hoping for paychecks. Every move has real-world consequences, and they're playing games like nothing is at stake.I break down the fallout, the pardons, and the ballot battles, and why the country can't afford to blink, even for a second.And there's another Supreme Court ruling you'll want to hear about. You will be shocked at what they decided.There's also a major announcement about my podcast. I think this is important.Listen to the full episode. Get the context, the details, and the moments that will make you shake your head.AWorldGoneMadPodcast@gmail.com
Oh my garters and indeed my stars… So much to discuss! We’ve broken it into itty bitty bits. Today, we’re talking about everything that isn’t skills, stars, rosters or players. What’s even left to talk dissect? Oh my sweet Summer child… 00:00:00 – Intro 00:05:00 – Dogs and cats living together. Mass hysteria! 02:07:00 – … Continue reading Episode One-Hundred-and-Forty: 2020 Is Dead! Long live 2025! →
EPISODE 621 - Deborah Lee Luskin - Hunting for Your Next Great Read - Reviving Artemis - The Making of a HuntressDeborah Lee Luskin earned a PhD in English Literature from Columbia University and expected to become an academic, not a deer hunter. She moved from New York City to Vermont for the summer in 1984, fell in love with the landscape, the community, and the new doctor in town. Forty years later, she's still in Vermont, where she's raised daughters, taught, and—always—wrote.Luskin's novel, Into the Wilderness (White River Press, 2010) a love story set against the backdrop of Vermont's political sea-change in 1964, won the Independent Publishers Gold Medal for Regional Fiction and praise from the Vermont Library Association for its “sense of place.”Luskin started her career in print, penning her first professional column from France while in high school. Her work has since appeared in newspapers and magazines; been broadcast on public radio; and sent into cyberspace in blogs.Luskin spent more than thirty-five years driving all over Vermont, delivering literature-based humanities programs for the Vermont Humanities Council to parenting teens, new adult readers, educators, life-long learners, healthcare workers, and prison inmates. She has lectured widely and taught countless writing workshops. Since 2016, Luskin has been facilitating the on-going Rosefire Writing Circle, a place to write in community and with support.Engaged in civic life, Luskin practiced restorative justice as a volunteer at the Brattleboro Community Justice Center and served as the elected Town Moderator in Newfane, Vermont.All along, Luskin grew vegetables, kept bees, and stuck to well-marked trails through the woods. She knew how to read a text closely, slaughter chickens, and can tomatoes, but she didn't know how to read the untracked forest that dominates the Green Mountain State. Until she was sixty, she was scared of getting lost in the woods. Then she heard a call from the universe that the deer could teach her how to read the untracked landscape. Reviving Artemis: Becoming a Huntress tells the story of how she learned to navigate through the forest of her fears and find her place in the natural world.Finding a Place in the Natural WorldReviving Artemis is the unlikely story of a woman raised in mid-twentieth-century suburbia, then lived in New York City as a young adult, and moved to Vermont in 1984. For more than thirty years, she raised domestic livestock, kept bees, and cultivated fruits and vegetables while teaching literature and telling stories. But when she turned sixty, something shifted. Luskin was overtaken by a primal urge to step out of the garden, off the blazed trails, and into untracked forest by learning to hunt deer.Deeply personal, lyrically told, and funny, Reviving Artemis reveals Luskin's ambivalence about guns and her fear of entering the forest alone in the dark. She persisted, using her literary acumen to read the forest and, as thoughtfully as she hunts for words, to hunt for deer. With the stories of Artemis, goddess of the hunt, childbirth, and wild nature to inspire her, Luskin became a huntress determined to age fiercely and compelled to tell this story of finding her place in the natural world.https://www.deborahleeluskin.com/Support the show___https://livingthenextchapter.com/podcast produced by: https://truemediasolutions.ca/Coffee Refills are always appreciated, refill Dave's cup here, and thanks!https://buymeacoffee.com/truemediaca
Come Follow Me: Mental Health Insights with Dr. David T. Morgan
This week we are studying Doctrine and Covenants sections 129-132. We'll discuss the concept of how whatever improvement we do in this life will benefit us in the life to come. As we better understand this doctrine, we can see our trials differently and strive for greater action on a daily basis. We'll talk about the importance of covenants in our mortal journey, and how transformation happens as a result of heavenly transaction. We'll discuss the value of relationships in emotional resilience, and how we can rely on others to help get through difficulties. There are free worksheets available for the invitations made in the weekly podcasts. To get these worksheets, please sign up for my email newsletter. Not only will you get access to the free worksheets, but access to many more free strategies to help manage your mental health. Please sign up at the following link: NEWSLETTERFor more information regarding Dr. Morgan, please visit his website here: WEBSITEDownload copy of episode transcript: TRANSCRIPT
Forty years after a 22 year old woman was found floating in gravel pit pond in rural Minnesota, a man who was adopted an infant took two at-home DNA tests. The results led him to the discovery that his biological mom was Kelly Jean Robinson, the woman found dead in the pond. She had been murdered, and her case had gone cold. In coordination with Kelly's family, the team at The Vault obtained the investigative file, which included never-before-released information. New suspects emerged. Details about her autopsy were exposed. And, for the first time, Kelly's family learned a very critical fact in this case: a semen sample, obtained through the autopsy, was taken into evidence. To see images of Kelly, visit: https://www.inforum.com/people/kelly-robinson The Vault is written and hosted by Forum News Service reporter Trisha Taurinskas.
Forty episodes into Comic Sans feels like the right time for our hosts to reexamine their friendship under a new light — specifically, under the technicolor lights of "A Map to the Sun" by Sloane Leong. As the yellow waves crash against the purple shore, Yan and Nat solemnly renew their friends-forever pinky promise: to keep on making the show, to always show up for each other, and to take every opportunity to show each other up.---In this episode, Nat reads pages 1–60 and 153–204.Show notes and bibliography available here.Hear an interesting ad? Learn more about our advertisers here.If you enjoyed the show, consider supporting us on Patreon! You'll get access to the exclusive Comic Sans Aftershow, ad-free episodes, bonus content, and more.And tag us @comicsanspod on Instagram and Bluesky — we'd love to hear from you!---00:00 - Preamble04:21 - Introducing "A Map to the Sun"11:39 - Nat's Five Words13:36 - Yan's Recap16:39 - Discussion52:10 - Yan's Final Questions56:13 - Up Next on Comic Sans---Comic Sans is an Andas Productions podcast hosted by Myle Yan Tay and Nathaniel Mah, produced by Scott Lee Chua and Roshan Singh Sambhi. Edited by Maddy Searle (audio) and Kit Ling Leong (video). Cover art by Isabel Fang. Motion graphics animation by Knikni Studio (Maryana Rudakova).And a huge thank you to the members of our Patreon Inner Circle: Eugene Choo, Melody Lau, and Smith Chua — your support makes this show possible!See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.
In a heartfelt conversation that blends personal vulnerability with practical wisdom, Joyce Kelly, an 81-year-old retiree from Silver Spring, Maryland, shares her unconventional approach to one of life's most daunting transitions: planning for aging. Hosted by Steve Gurney, founder and publisher of the Positive Aging SourceBook, the discussion reveals how Joyce turned her solo quest for a life plan community into a communal adventure. What started as a quiet exploration has inspired dozens of friends, neighbors, and even strangers to confront their fears about growing older—not alone, but together.Group Power: Turning Solo Tours into Social SafarisThe catalyst was simple—a mention at her monthly women's group of Public Health Service retirees, a circle she's belonged to for over 30 years. When Joyce shared plans to attend an open house at a nearby life plan community, her friends' response surprised her: "Every woman said they wanted to join me." What she intended as a solo reconnaissance became a group outing. Over six months, Joyce and at least three companions attended open houses at eight communities within 20 miles of her home. These visits were possible because life plan communities across the county offer frequent open houses; no organizing required—just show up and learn, often with resident “ambassadors” who share unfiltered insights.The Living Room Summit: A Panel of Peers, Not PitchmenThe "working session" in Joyce's homeJoyce's boldest move? Hosting a "working session" in her home on healthy aging in place versus community living. Drawing from her women's group of former Public Health Service colleagues, two neighborhood book clubs, longtime friends and neighbors, and a local listserv, she invited 55 people. Forty showed up with furniture cleared to make room for folding chairs in her living and dining rooms.Gurney's college analogy fits perfectly: Choosing a life plan community is like picking your next school—a large university's vast resources or a small liberal arts college's intimate vibe? "You don't get that inter-community opportunity" elsewhere, he marvels. Joyce's accidental "summit" bridged the gap, helping attendees "soak it up" without pressure. The Realities: Costs, Waitlists, and Solo StrugglesAmid the inspiration, hard truths emerge. Life plan communities are "extremely expensive," Joyce warns. Selling their Silver Spring home would cover an entrance fee, but monthly costs hover in the thousands—less for studios, but Paul balks at drastic downsizing. Younger friends worry for widowed mothers with limited means; even pooled family resources often fall short. The Sourcebook, Joyce adds, shines here, spotlighting affordable aging-in-place alternatives.For singles—about 25% of Joyce's close circle—the hurdle is emotional: Uprooting a cherished townhouse alone at 80 feels "overwhelming." "When they moved in, they were in their thirties," she notes. Joyce now scouts tailored fits—a low-walk community for one friend, high-culture options for another, Rockville-specific spots for a third—offering to join tours as a buffer.Don't Delay: The Universal Call to ActionAcross eight visits (one community, seven times), Joyce has chatted with over 100 residents. Their mantra? "Don't delay. Move now." Gardens, gyms, musicals—they thrive when you're "young enough and energetic enough." No regrets for moving "too soon," only warnings against waiting for a health crisis.For Joyce, this heightens tension with Paul: "I'm 81—how much longer do I want to risk it?" But her process replaces paralysis with possibility. "All of this—the meetings, the visits, reading resources—provides opportunities to replace fear with curiosity," she says. It's not about an "old age home" as a final stop; it's owning your path. For now, her revolution ripples: A reminder that aging isn't a solo slog. Grab a friend, a book club, or a neighbor. Fear fades when curiosity leads the way.
What types of people, who are already being called your friends or you're on the way to making them your friends, should you beware of? Like literally, be aware of their behavior and what it could mean towards their intentions, their real or imagined affinity for you, the impact they have on the way that you feel and your life in general. Whether you keep these people around or not is up to you. But pay attention. You deserve genuine care, C
El 6 de noviembre de 1985, la guerrilla M-19 se tomó el Palacio de Justicia de Colombia. El ejército y la policía reaccionaron rápido, y durante 28 horas el edificio se convirtió en un campo de batalla. Hoy, 40 años después, las familias de dos hombres que estaban en el edificio siguen con dudas sobre lo que pasó ese día. En nuestro sitio web puedes encontrar una transcripción del episodio. Or you can also check this English translation. ♥ Vivimos tiempos difíciles. Somos un medio sin ánimo de lucro, y nuestra permanencia depende de oyentes como tú. Si valoras nuestro trabajo, únete a Deambulantes, nuestras membresías. Ayúdanos a elevar las voces latinas y narrar la experiencia de nuestras comunidades. Tu aporte se invierte directamente en nuestro trabajo periodístico y hace toda la diferencia. ★ Si no quieres perderte ningún episodio, suscríbete a nuestro boletín y recibe todos los martes un correo. Además, los viernes te enviaremos cinco recomendaciones inspiradoras del equipo para el fin de semana. ✓ ¿Nos escuchas para mejorar tu español? Tenemos algo extra para ti: prueba nuestra app Jiveworld, diseñada para estudiantes intermedios de la lengua que quieren aprender con nuestros episodios. On November 6th, 1985, the M-19 guerrilla laid siege to Colombia’s Palace of Justice. The police and the army reacted quickly, and for 28 hours the building became a battlefield. Forty years later, the families of two men that were in the building still have questions about what happened that day.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
The Ghosts of Harrenhal: A Song of Ice and Fire Podcast (ASOIAF)
Send us a textTyrion and company are all but sunk by a fearsome storm after being becalmed for weeks. Be careful what you wish for. They're rescued by, what even the nose-less can tell is a slave-ship. Mackelly and Simon move things from the frying pan into the fire.Chapter Review:Tyrion Lannister, Penny, and Jorah Mormont are still aboard the Selaesori Qhoran AKA “the Stinky Steward.” It's been becalmed for nearly two weeks and the sailors are beginning to question if Tyrion and Penny are actually lucky. They are also eyeing Pretty Pig with hungry looks. To distract and amuse them, Tyrion agrees to joust with Penny. He's kind of hopeless, but she points out that that is rather the point. Afterward, he goads Mormont about his plans for Tyrion and Daenerys until the knight knocks Tyrion's tooth out. A pyrrhic victory right there.Finally a wind picks up, but it portends an almighty storm and Moqorro admits that the ship was never going to reach Qarth, not because it was going to redirect to Meereen, but because this storm was going to destroy it. The storm is immense and the ships is ruined. It comes through still afloat but with no mast, no Moqorro, flooded lower sections, and no hope of survival. But a ship is spotted headed their way. Unfortunately, as it nears Mormont is able to guess from the stench that it is a slave ship.Characters/Places/Names/Events:Tyrion Lannister - Youngest son of Tywin Lannister whom he murdered. Brother to queen Cersei and Jamie Lannister. Former Hand of the King.Ser Jorah Mormont - Twice-disgraced knight of the Seven Kingdoms. In love with Daenerys Targaryen.Benerro - High priest of R'hllor in Volantis.Moqorro - Priest of R'hllor.Penny - Dwarf who performed at Joffrey's wedding. Her brother Oppo was murdered. Selaesori Qhoran - Trading cog. The ugliest ship Tyrion has ever seen. Her name means “fragrant steward.” Support the showSupport us: Buy us a Cup of Arbor Gold, or become a sustainer and receive cool perks Donate to our cause Use our exclusive URL for a free 30-day trial of Audible Buy or gift Marriott Bonvoy points through our affiliate link Rate and review us at Apple Podcasts, Spotify, podchaser.com, and elsewhere.Find us on social media: Discord Twitter @GhostsHarrenhal Facebook Instagram YouTube All Music credits to Ross Bugden:INSTAGRAM! : https://instagram.com/rossbugden/ (rossbugden) TWITTER! : https://twitter.com/RossBugden (@rossbugden) YOUTUBE! : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kthxycmF25M
Feeling overwhelmed at work isn't the same as feeling burned out. What's happening right now might be worse.Josh Cardoz, Chief Creative and Learning Officer at Sponge, recently wrote a white paper called "Mobilising Generation Numb" that captures what's he believes is really going on in workplaces. And it resonates. People are showing up but they're detached. They're going through the motions without bringing their best selves. And it's not just a few people - it's happening at scale.We talk about the data showing that employees are cynical, exhausted, overwhelmed, and seeking community in ways we haven't seen before. Twenty percent of the workforce experiences daily loneliness. Forty-five percent of organizations report low trust cultures. During the pandemic, we saw five years of digital transformation happen in 30 days, and that pace never slowed down.Josh explains what "enshittification" means and how it's affecting our work lives. He also offers practical advice for HR professionals who want to actually help their people instead of just checking compliance boxes.This is about understanding what's really happening with your workforce and doing something useful about it.**Connect with Josh and Sponge**White paper: https://www.spongelearning.com/en/meet-generation-numbConnect with Josh: https://www.linkedin.com/in/joshcardoz/Sponge Learning: https://www.spongelearning.com/**Connect with Andrea**Website: https://thehrhub.ca/LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/andrea-adams1/
Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 25 Being Subversive Isn t As Much Fun As It Looks In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels. Friends stand by you through the struggles your enemies create "You are depraved and despicable," Mhain seethed. "I get that a lot; now get out," I growled back, "because I have a thousand other bitches who are, scratch that, 999 other bitches, Doctor Kennedy is growing on me; the rest I'm not so sure about, who are making my life miserable." "Don't get your hopes up, Mr. Braxton," Doctor Kennedy warned me. "I'm happily married." "Cool," I responded. "I hope to be like that one day." "Happily married?" Virginia inquired. "No; a female law professor at an all-girls school," I grinned. "It sounds like a real cool job." "Feel free to hit him," Dana interrupted. "I swear that is the only way to get him to learn anything; or the only way we will discuss at this moment." Ah, sex. I thought my life had gone on a bit too long without the mention of sex. "It is also a fun form of stress relief." A painful blow rocked my shoulder and nearly sent me sprawling. "You are right," Gabrielle noted clinically. "I feel better." Fuck, she hits hard. I look at her and try not to get pissed off and say something stupid. She makes my life difficult but my existence at FFU makes her life far too interesting as well. Whack! Someone hit me with a briefcase. "I have to agree," Doctor Kennedy confirmed. "It has a therapeutic quality to it." "Bloody hell," I blurt out. "Everyone, please stop physically abusing Zane," Ms. Goodswell snapped. "He's a student, for Pete's sake. He's not subject to corporal punishment." "Virginia, have you ever punched or slapped Zane?" Dana teased. "Give it a try before dismissing it out of hand." "He likes spanking," Barbie Lynn beamed happiness as she skipped by on her way to my/our bedroom. Technically, it is mine, Vivian's, Barbie Lynn's, Rio's, and Mercy's, plus whoever is feeling lonely on a given night. As for the spanking, I'm more of a giver than a receiver, but I doubt explaining that right now would be appropriate. "Uhmm, okay, I think that is my cue to leave," Virginia piped up. "I have rounds to make," Gabrielle added. "I'm going home to my family," Doctor Kennedy headed out. "I'm going to stay here, kick back, and watch some Pay-per-view," Dana grinned. "What are you going to watch?" Hudson inquired. "BBC America has this show called Copper that I've been meaning to catch," Dana informed her. "Mind if I watch an episode with you?" Hudson asked. "Sure, knock yourself out. You can pick the second show," Dana yawned. "It's only Zane's money after all." The rest of my guests filed out and I retired to the showers and then to my room. The day's stress revealed itself as the women curled into bed calmly and soon were cuddled together, including the odd ones out. On the far side we had the rather unusual appearance of Valarie. Next to her was Rio, who had her arms wrapped around Mercy. Mercy was snuggled against Barbie Lynn who held the middle spot. I was on my side, face-to-face with Barbie Lynn. After a few minutes, Vivian came to bed, wedged up against my back, and put an arm over me. I was in close proximity to several beautiful women but as long as no one doused the room with an aphrodisiac, we'd do just fine. "Zane," Barbie Lynn whispered, "my vibrator burned out this morning, and I'm terribly horny." Oh, fuck! Barbie Lynn gazing down at me, I'm not sure another guy should ever see this because it could break one's heart to see it once and never again. She's built a faint sheen of sweat on her body already and she's looking at me with a definite Zen to fuck. My cock is cocooned deep inside her rectum, rubbing inside as she rotates forward on her hips. The distant, dreamy look in her eyes flashes to alertness as she catches me looking at her; 'hi' she whispers. I nod and smile so she inclines into me so that we can start kissing. She leads in with her tongue along my lips. I touch the tip of her tongue with my own, snaking inside her mouth before we are done. She starts murmuring, deepens our kiss, and begins rubbing my nipples. "Vivian?" Valarie says softly. She snuck around the bed to settle behind my guardian. "Yes?" Vivian replies. She is on her side watching Barbie Lynn and I. "I, umm, Valarie moans. Out of the corner of my eye I catch it as Val's hand brushes Vivian's hair off her neck and her lips start suckling on the exposed flesh. Vivian closes her eyes briefly but doesn't move Valarie away. "Oh, Baby," Barbie pants with barely an inch separating our lips, "I know I say this often but I so love this. You tear me up inside and I want it so bad all the time, it scares me." "Vaginal sex with you scares me," I tease back. "Will it be even better?" she draws in an even deeper, breast flaunting breath. "You never know, but you are so damn good at everything else, I can't imagine you doing anything but haunting my dreams forever," I say, as I coax her movements with my hands on her hips, flanks, and thighs. Barbie shows her appreciation by running her hand through my bangs and pushing my hair back so that she can cover my forehead, eyes and nose with kisses. "You like that romantic shit, don't you, Mercy-slut?" Rio grumbles playfully from the other side. "Yes," Mercy whispers. I know Rio well enough to know that when a spiteful reply isn't immediately forthcoming, she's dusting off (and unchaining) her Better Angel. Mercy is looking at Barbie Lynn and me, her head facing sideways as she lies on her back. Rio crawls on top of Mercy, prompting Mercy to open her legs, and locks her hands over her head to gaze down on her. "Your skin is so pure, your hair so black, and your eyes so full of passion, it breaks my heart to look at you, My Little Whore," Rio begins. She leans in and bites Mercy's earlobe, causing her victim to moan and buck up slightly. "Mercy, you give and give, making me so hot inside that I want to grab you and never let go." "Really?" Mercy gasps. "I, " "Don't get used to this," Rio growls with famished sexual enticement. "But, well, I want you to know that I hope all our children look just like you." Poor Rio was running out of material. It was terribly uncomfortable for me to show her where to go. I ran my hands over Barbie's body, which is an absolute torture I am forced to struggle through repeatedly. I start by massaging Barbie Lynn's tits, rotating three fingers over the nipples before rolling up the whole meaty breast in my palms. Barbie Lynn starts pushing back on my cock harder and grunting to the rhythm. "Damn, Mercy," Rio teases, "I love these titties." She accentuates by sucking the top third of one breast into her mouth and twirling her tongue around it. Vivian gives a visible shiver from her side of the bed; Valarie has done something to her beneath the sheets to turn her on. In the interim while I have been watching Rio and Mercy, Valarie has been working over Vivian, temple to shoulder, with her lips. Now I see Vivian pulling up her left (upper) leg until it is resting snugly against my upper ribs, giving someone easier access to her snatch. She's also put her left arm behind her back between herself and Valarie. I'm starting to wonder if there is something in the air filters of my place, some undiscovered aphrodisiac mold, fungi, or spores that turns nice, virtuous girls into promiscuous bi-sexual vixens. To the best of my knowledge and belief, neither Valarie nor Vivian had the slightest lesbian tendencies before they started coming to my room. I give Barbie Lynn's luscious orbs one final squeeze before migrating my hold down to her ass, giving each cheek a double-slap. Barbie Lynn exhales a huff of ecstatic relief as the impact travels through her. Rio smirks and follows suit, her hand reaching between their thighs, prying Mercy's leg up, up and up until Mercy's knee is nearly at her breast. "Your body is the first female form that I've ever lusted after," Rio murmurs as she rubs and pats Mercy's buttocks. "I think I've always wanted you, to taste you on my tongue, your scent strong in my mind and your sweet, sweet ass under my hand." Mercy brings one hand up to stroke Rio's cheek as she gives a strangled sob. No matter how much Mercy fears loving a woman, Rio can chisel that away and get her to love openly and freely. Barbie Lynn bounces up and slams down on me repeatedly as she is coming to the end of her fuse. "Zane, Zane, oh yeah," she pants. Vivian chooses this moment to sneak her climax in on the rest of us. I am vaguely aware of her biting her lip, rocking her hips under the sheets, and perspiration beginning to bead on her lower lip. "Holy God, Christ, and, my, hot damn, Val, ugh, Oh, God!" Vivian squeals as Valarie vigorously whips her hand in a tight pattern, cloaked from sight but obvious to the knowledgeable. Vivian's clit, lips, and the gateway to her cunt are all supers-stimulated. Valarie cools her down and holds her with enough strength to stop Vivian from rolling face-first into the sheets. "Jesus Loves Me!" Barbie Lynn screams one last time. Her body bows, her breasts thrust forward and up, bouncing so deliciously while her thighs tremble in climax. Her anal muscles rippling from sphincter toward my cockhead are grinding me toward orgasm. Finally, she collapses against me, still twitching and fighting for breath. With my arms wrapped around her, I roll us over toward Mercy and Rio, placing Barbie Lynn on her back. Barbie Lynn has her legs pulling back before I can even move to push them back. While I had never fully pulled out, I was nearly there. I shove my hips forward, forcing my cock back in hard, causing Barbie Lynn to grunt, her mouth to gape open, nostril flaring, as her eyes squeeze shut. "Oh, hell, yeah," Barbie Lynn gasps, "hammer me!" "Oh, fuck," Valarie moans, "I am so lonely." Vivian is still roaming her hands over Valarie's special place, picking up the pace as she's inspired by Barbie Lynn's passion. Rio expresses her perverse nature by going at Mercy slow while the rest of us are going gangbusters. "Here is my baby-smooth, tasty friend," Rio says as she kisses Mercy's bald twat. Rio pushes her thighs apart, her leg muscles taught while laying on the bed. Rio's restraint could only last so long. Every lick became more insistent, every nibble elicited a greater yelp, and every hip-thrust by Mercy into Rio's hungry mouth was more desperate. Valarie gives off one long, cavernous growl, then screams in between Vivian's shoulder blades. "Damn," Vivian whispers, as a sympathetic orgasmic shiver coasts through her body. I'm pushing up on my knuckles, Barbie Lynn's legs between them as I rise up until my bulbous head is fixed in her sphincter; then I slam down once more. She's rocking her hips up to maximize the depths I reach as she cries out, again and again and again. When I finally let go, I feel a volcano of lust, frustration, and fulfillment exploding out all at once. Barbie Lynn's head sways rapidly side to side as she comes unglued. "Zane, Jesus loves me, Jesus Loves Me!" she howls loud enough to shake the glass panels overhead. Those words ringing in my ears are going to haunt me in whatever church I go to. "Ugh, ugh, ugh, Love, right there, feels so good," Mercy drags out with shallow breathes. "Umm, Rio gurgles. Mercy has gotten quite wet and visibly aroused. I'm sure Rio has worked a finger or two into the action and in Mercy's ass. Mercy starts bouncing off the sheets as she hisses out the last of her restraint. "Mother-fucker-god-damn!" Mercy cries out. Rio growls, slurps, and sucks up Mercy's cunt juice while lapping up and down her slit. "That's my baby," Rio's fluid-marked face looks up from between Mercy's legs and smiles. "Was that good for you?" Rio asks? Mercy nods dreamily. "Are you a happy little whore?" Rio teases. Again, Mercy nods with pleasure. "Did you use the 'L' word, Ass-fuck slut?" Rio hardens. This time Mercy realizes her mistake and shudders. She raises her head and looks into Rio's eyes. "Yes. I'm sorry, Rio," Mercy mumbles. "Sorry isn't going to cut it this time, Bitch," Rio sneers. "Tomorrow morning you are going to get it coming and going, all day long." I am actually aware of what that threat means. "Okay," Vivian sighed, with more contentment than annoyance, "we've all cum so let's try and get some sleep." "I haven't gotten off yet," Rio chuckled. I knew what I had to do before someone else volunteered my services. "Come here, Rio." I smile to her and extend a hand. "Let me get another taste of my best bro." "I'll clean you up," Barbie Lynn grins up at me, as she wiggles her body around my own so she's on top again. She slithers down my torso, waggles my still mostly hard cock against her lips, then begins to take it into her mouth. Barbie Lynn's tongue licks along my shaft as she gobbles up more of my rod. I expect Rio to come over but Mercy, following along and lying on her belly, her head propped up on her hands and elbows as she watches my blonde angel's skilled fellatio, is a bonus. Rio ends up near my pillow, one hand on my chest and the other resting between Mercy's ass cheeks. Her fingers are definitely sliding in and out of Mercy's cunt. If Mercy is a bit sore, she's smart enough not to complain to her Mistress about it. "What do you have in mind, Zane?" Rio catches my gaze. "I want your teeth tearing up the mattress with your ass up in the air as I plow you through the headboard," I inform her. I make a focus group assessment of the situation by slipping a finger into her cunt, she's creaming already. For Rio, the greater physicality of the sex, the better it is for her. She'll let me have my foreplay and some good loving, but she goes wild over the raw, brutal act of sex itself. "I think you are ready to put that smile on her face," Barbie Lynn taunts Rio as she informs me she's finished. "Come with me," Barbie Lynn turns to Mercy. "My nipples need some attention. Can you do that for me?" After checking with Rio, Mercy gives a hungry look and lick of the lips at Barbie Lynn. Barbie crawls over Mercy to land on her back on the far side. Mercy twirls around and latches on to Barbie Lynn's left breast with such rapidity, it momentarily causes my visage to blur. "I want some of that," Valarie suddenly blurts out. She makes her own quick trek around Rio and me as we are still positioning ourselves to come swooping down on Barbie Lynn's right side. The right nipple disappears into our school biker girl's mouth with a decidedly audible smacking of the lips. Val's hand starts to stroke the inside of Barbie Lynn's thigh but Mercy's free hand reaches over and starts tweaking Valarie's closest nipple. Yes, I definitely must check the air filters. Rio resumes her sensually crawl my way and I give her a beguiling look to lure her in. I'm on her in a flash once she's close enough for me to make my move. She screeches like an alley cat but I've got a hand on the back of her head and the other on her hip as I slam her face first into the pillow. "Bastard," she screams through the fabric, but she's not following through with the anger. "Give it up, Bitch," I snarl back. My cock slides full-throttle all the way into her cunt on the first pass. Her cunt feels like slick, melted butter as I bottom out in her hole. At the same time, I let up on her head a bit. "Oh, fucking-A," Rio gasps. "Did someone sneak a gerbil up behind me or is it Needle-cock pretending he's a man?" I give her another powerful slam. "Oh, fuck, stop that." "What? Too much for the bitch whose had it all?" I tease Rio. "I swear, if I spit up, my ovaries," she chokes, "we are, going to have, words." "Words like I'm the best fuck you've ever had'?" I taunt Rio between packing her cunt as full and deep as I can. She's squealing and moaning yet thrusting back strongly against me all the way. I move my hand off Rio's hip and take hold of a breast, squeezing and torturing the nipple. She's snarling like a wounded tigress now. She possesses no acceptance of defeat, no surrender to exhaustion, and no fear of pain; in fact, what we are doing is a turn-on. I'm actually becoming beaten up by all the impact of my hips against Rio's ass. Within ten minutes, her fluids are all over her crotch and mine and she's actually starting to dribble down her thighs and onto the mattress. "Zane, don't forget she's your friend," Vivian sounds worried. "Shut, up," gasps Rio, violently and with passion. This is what Rio craves right now, a brutal fucking, and she's not going to be denied by Vivian's compassionate sensibilities. "Ah, fuck me, fuck me, break me, you bastard," Rio pants. "Hammer me, Bitch!" she screams, and that's all she can take. She has some sort of seizure, thrashing and pulsating all over the place. For the second time tonight I'm shooting my seed into a woman; this time Rio's cunt. I plunder Rio's barely responsive form for several more savage thrusts until I'm spent, collapsing with my full mass on top of her, which is not my normal form but I want Rio to feel warm and encompassed by me at this moment. I make sure that some of my weight is taken onto my knees and elbows so I don't suffocate my crazy best friend. "Zane," Rio pants a half-minute later, "that vice-like bump you were feeling with that horse-cock of yours, " "Yes?" I respond softly. I pull her hair out of her face as she turns it to the side so she can speak clearly. "That was my cervix, dumbass," she giggles. "Next time I want my uterus scrubbed, I'll call a fucking gynecologist." "Hardy-har-har," I chuckle. "Doing it with a Princess Barbie Pony Action Figure doesn't qualify as bestiality, you bimbo, and it certainly doesn't give you horse-cock experience." "Rio, you are kind of gross," Vivian chastises my buddy. "Thank you," Rio pants, "I knew you cared." "Behave, Rio, and next time it's going up your ass," I murmur into Rio's ear. "Oh, that's just cold, Bro," Rio pouts as she wiggles her tight ass against my semi-flaccid cock. "A person uses the threat of denying anal sex to a girl as a means of enforcing polite behavior," Vivian ponders as she flops on her back and stares up at the stars through the glass ceiling. "Worse, it makes sense to me. What has happened to my life?" "Rio, are you okay?" Mercy whispered. Rio turns her head the other way to address her lover: "My cunt is numb, my hips feel dislocated, I'll be pulling pillow fiber out of my teeth for a week, and I think he bruised a nipple, I feel fucking awesome." "I'd ask Zane to do it to me again but I know Vivian would choke me out," Rio snickers. "I know what I am going to do, though: In the morning I'm going to have Zane pounding your ass as hard as he fucked me right now so I can hear you cry and scream." "Um, okay," Mercy answered, trying not to sound too anxious. "Damn," Valarie mutters. "I hate being a virgin, and I'll pimp slap the first one who suggests anal sex. All I want to do is get laid without the repercussions." No one said anything for a minute. "I'll help with that," Barbie Lynn and I volunteered almost at the same time. "Bed," Vivian laid down the law. Thankfully, the rest of us were too tired to argue. POWER PLAYFULNESS At our five a.m. wake up, I swept up Valarie into a six-nine, her on top. Barbie quickly got behind Val and began licking my nose, the back of Val's cunt, and teasing her butthole with tiny probes. At first our biker babe resisted and grumbled with her mouth around my cock, but Barbie Lynn was as relentless as she was sensually enticing. Val returned the surprise by slamming her thighs together as the dam of her sexual frustration burst; she clamped her thighs tightly on my head and bucked so hard she bounced us off the bed as she screamed. There were no words to it; the scream was primal, violent and somewhat frightening. The other remarkable thing was that Barbie Lynn retained her hold on Valarie's ass cheeks and kept tongue-fucking Val's anus. Valarie's mouth had released my cock seconds before orgasm. She gave it an occasional swipe of the tongue until her last orgasmic quivers stopped. I motioned for Barbie to let up and when she did, Valarie collapsed beside me. "Oh," Valarie panted, "that was good. That should tide me over until lunch time." "Showers, everyone," Vivian reminded us. There were a few groans but cleanliness was an inevitable bonus for all of us, and Rio, if we bundled her up and took her squirming, griping form with us. Rio gained a measure of revenge by announcing to my shower buddies that I had an unresolved morning blowjob begging for attention. Brandi elbowed two girls aside to bend over at the waist and take me in. Opal was kind enough to stroke Brandi's kitty from behind, getting us off almost at the same time. Opal gave me several finger scoops of Brandi's nectar to slake my sexual thirst. I was busy getting a taste of Opal with a bonus clitoris massage when Iona dragged me away. Outside the showers, I bent down, wrapped my arms beneath Iona's towel-clad posterior, and lifted her up so that she was looking down at me. "Thank you," I smiled at her. "You've always got my back." "You are welcome," she beamed happiness back down at me, "and it is my pleasure, Zane. Do you think we can go motorcycle shopping Thursday?" "Sure, that won't be, oh fuck, it's Wednesday," I gasped. I realized I had confused Iona. "I told Erin I would call her Monday and totally lost track, of a woman," I blinked. "I don't think that's ever happened before." "You have a ton of things going on," Iona comforted me while hovering above me still. "I think she'll understand." "Thanks again, Iona," I sighed as I let her slide down my body. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" she asked. "Of course," I grinned. "Are you going to give me your scrumptious behind?" Iona's smile grew even brighter. "You will have to wait and see," she teased me before racing off to her room. I made my way up to my room for a short workout and a few minutes meditating. I was peripherally aware of Paige coming into my room and rummaging around (i.e., she wanted me to know she was there without noticeably ruining my concentration). The main distraction was Rio and Mercy getting dressed. They had both long since moved all their belongings into my place; that wasn't a problem because of the massive space I had. The problem was, it is insane to put two pseudo-lesbian young lovers who are new to their relationship into a space where they are constantly tantalized by each other's naked or scantily clad bodies. Mercy couldn't resist reaching out shyly and touching Rio's lesser erogenous zones. Rio couldn't resist bending Mercy over the bed, licking her from behind, and/or spanking her, just a few taps but that hardly helped them get their clothes on. Today, Rio added the extra complication of inserting a vibrating ass plug into Mercy's ass and taping a vibrating egg against her clit. She was finishing up the work when I felt a glimmer of evil intellect enter my mind. "Hey, Rio, why don't you do the same thing?" I suggested. "Are you going to ring my bell?" she teased me. "No. I actually thought you would share with Mercy," I clarified. "Share what?" Valarie questioned as she entered the room. "They are each going to have a vaginal and anal stimulation device, theoretically with the other having the controlling mechanism," Paige stated. She held up two pairs of bra & panties for me to examine, gossamer peach bow-knot or strawberry crotchless/cupless. "I don't know, Babe," I mused. "I'd have to see you naked to make a determination." "You've seen me naked, my Boy-toy," Paige gave a wicked turn of the lip. "I, I have no recollection of it," I confessed. "Maybe it was that blow Rio gave me upside my head. I guess I need to see your nude, nubile form once more." "Oh, my poor baby," Paige pouted. "Someone as helpless as you cannot afford to lose any of your already inadequate brain power. I really should help you out." She was knee crawling up the bed, unbuttoning her shirt. When she was only a few feet in front of me, she sat down and worked her skirt off as well. She wasn't naked; she still had her knee-high socks on. "You really ought to cover those little boobies up," Rio taunted Paige. "Someone is going to think Zane has a middle-schooler up here." Paige's head turned and I could feel her anger, but before she could spew forth her vitriol, I latched on hungrily to her closest teat and sucked it in on one gulp. Paige gasped and thrust her body against me. Soon her hands were running through my hair as I soaked up her tender flesh and swelling nipple. I also stroked my hands down her body. My left hand drifted from right below her suckled breast, along her smooth, flat stomach, before dropping south until I cupped her sex. My right hand went down the ribs and around to her ass. I weighed and fondled her small yet firm buttocks, then reached between her cheeks and rubbed over her sphincter without pressuring it. "Paige," I said quietly as I released her nipple, "today go with the peach." "Umm, maybe I will," Paige teased me with a nibble to my neck, "after all, there are a very few things you are good at, and female sexiness is one of them." "Paige?" I continued. She was a little more suspicious now. Our relationship had always been rocky. "I appreciate you giving me some space the last few days," I thanked her. "It has really helped me get my head on straight." Paige's eyes lit up once more. She had sacrificed (in her mind), and I had noticed and was grateful. "I'm surprised you noticed," she started to say, then abruptly softened. "You mean a lot to me, you really do." I put my hands on each side of her jaw and pulled her into close face-to-face contact. "Paige, bouncy, bouncy," I whispered into her ear. Paige gasped slightly and twisted her head to make eye contact, looking somewhat expectant. "Meet me for lunch and I'm going break that ass open," I taunted her quietly. Rocky the squirrel must have snuck up on me and then clubbed me with Bullwinkle the Moose because her response was, "Okay," while she looked at me with a mixture of fear and lust. "Are you sure?" I was curious. "If that is what you really want," Paige responded. "Oh, I don't want to do it until you feel ready, Paige. We'll wait," I confessed. "I will have to think of something else to do with you at lunch today." All Paige did was grin in a very mysterious way. She held that look until Valarie put a hand on each ass cheek and pulled them apart. This time, someone had snuck up on Paige. "Hey!" Paige gasped. "What are you doing?" "Encouraging you to get dressed," Valarie chuckled. "Otherwise, Zane and I are going to slip one finger into your pretty little cunt and rub them in and out like a buzz-saw. Then we will smear your juices over your face and force you to go to breakfast smelling like sex." My girls really need to work on their 'discouraging' speeches. "I should get dressed," Paige hiccupped with reluctance. "Peaches, got it." Paige scurried away and began dressing while eyeing Valarie and me. "Oh, yeah," I joked with Valarie, "that terrified her." "Ask her about the party; then it will make sense," Valarie snickered. In the annals of female migration through my bedroom, Vivian wasn't really sneaking up on anyone, but her presence didn't send up shockwaves of alarm either. "Zane, we need to be heading out soon," she greeted me. She greeted Valarie by putting a hand on her shoulder and rubbing it. Quickly enough, Paige got dressed, Rio and Mercy got their acts together, and we gathered up Iona, Barbie Lynn, Brandi and Opal before heading down to join the rest of feminine humanity that constituted my dorm. My old (way back in Chapter 3) buddy Easter Valentine had me rate the top ten Christian Rock bands which was made much more difficult by my utter disbelief that there was actually something called Christian Rock, color me biased. Breakfast passed uneventfully, as did Assembly, before things began happening. First off, I touched base with Erin now that she was most likely awake. "Hey Erin, this is Zane," I started off, "and I am so sorry that I blanked on my promise to call you. Can I make it up to you and Gerry?" "Oh,um,okay, I guess," she drew me out. "What do you have in mind?" That was a good question; what was I going to do to make it up to them? "Have you ever heard of the SYFY network?" I asked. "Sure, Eureka, Warehouse 13, Being Human, and Lost Girl," she answered. "Saturday night they are showing Ice Spiders versus Snow Beast, I know, great title; right? And I'd like it if you two would come over to my house, get some pizza, and watch it with me," I offered. "Let me think about it, yeah, we'd be glad to come by and eat something," I could feel her grin coming through the airwaves. "Okay, one more question; how do you feel about three-ways?" "I've never been part of one but I'm willing to give it a try," Erin sighed happily, "if I must." "It's a date, then," I agreed, and after trading 'goodbye's', I hung up and caught my crew gathering outside. As I made my approach I saw Heaven give me a look and a smile then turn on Rio. "Handmaiden's Duty, Rio," Heaven beamed maliciously. "What do you want, you old cow?" Rio sneered right back. "Give me your controllers." Heaven grinned as she held out her hand to Rio. Mercy gulped (the two boxes controlled her vibrators) and Rio looked stunned. "Hand them over." Technical Mercy would have been immune, except it was Rio with her controllers. "How?" Rio mumbled. She looked around for support but found some sympathetic eyes, not comrades in arms. She angrily slapped Heaven's palm as she handed them over. Heaven handed those two small white devices to Hope, then reached out toward Rio once more. "Give me the ones Mercy is holding for you, too," Heaven snickered. Rio snarled before motioning for Mercy to hand them over to her. In short order, she handed those over to Heaven as well. "I'll be expecting those back at ten o'clock (one hour from now)," Rio growled. "Of course," Heaven chuckled. "I'll see you then, Sweet-cheeks." "God damn it," Rio leaned into me and whispered, "who, ah, hmm, betrayed me?" Apparently, someone was playing with her controllers. By the way Mercy developed a little tremble and a blissful smile, someone was having a go at her too. "I swear to God, it wasn't me," I shrugged. "Well, it wasn't Iona, she'd never do that to Mercy," Rio mused, then, "Paige! That little cunt did this to me." "I don't know if she did it or not," I pleaded, "but please don't kill her." Rio was several seconds in responding as she wobbled slightly and skipped a step. "Two fucking vibrators," Rio glared at me. "What were you thinking?" "Liking it?" I teased. "Love it," Rio gasped. "Mercy?" "Mumph," Mercy gasped. Added to the smile on her lips, I had to see that as an affirmative. Ms. Goodswell's class was good but what came afterwards was far more amusing. "What do you mean, you traded them to some random upperclassmen?" Rio snarled. "Oh, I had to explain what they did. When I told them they were inside you, they jumped at the chance," Hope nodded serenely to the furious Rio. "How am I, oh, oh, oh, yeah, supposed to get them back?" Rio fumed. "Maybe they will run out of power soon," Mercy put a positive spin on things. "I put long-life batteries in those bitches this morning," Rio grumbled. "They can go for 24 hours of continuous use." "I insisted that they be returned to Zane at nine this evening," Christina said in a detached manner. "I swear, I'm going to tie down all you bitches one weekend and then we will see who's so superior," Rio seethed; "Dildos and lube all around. Arrgh," Rio growled. She staggered over to the closest wall and put her hand against it to stop from falling over. "Some whore just discovered the '10' setting," she gasped. "I was going to say something cruel," Hope stated, "but now it would be redundant." "Rio and Mercy, stay hydrated," Chastity suggested. "I'll pick you up between classes to, decrease your difficulties." "Thanks, Chastity," I patted her arm. "Heaven and I will watch after Mercy," Christina chimed in; being surprisingly helpful to someone she had shown no interest in before now. Christina was all about responsibility and since this was Heaven's stunt (or so it seemed), she was doing 'the right thing'. "Classes everyone," Vivian insisted. Thankfully I had one capable adult in my life. I hoped that me turning her into a vibrant bi-sexual didn't change that. Today I received an hour's warning of my lunch appointment with Doctor Victoria Scarlett, our beloved Vice-Chancellor. I let Paige know that I had to postpone our get-together. "It is good to see you, she was going to say 'Mr. Braxton' but she was sensitive to my preferences, ", Zane. How are things going on this first full day of our experiment?" "Well, Doctor Scarlett, let me say that you are even more deftly beautiful than you are deceptively manipulative," I countered. "As to your question, my efforts to corrupt your intentions precede a pace." She smiled, shook her head, and walked around the table, stopping when she was in front of my chair-bound form. "Come now; the tribal elections have begun. Seven leaders have been named and the rest of the tribes should do the same tonight," she informed me. "What were you able to accomplish yesterday?" Oh, so that was today's tune. I stood up and cupped her facial cheeks. "What do you think you are doing?" Victoria Scarlett mumbled. I pressed in and kissed her, leading by example as opposed to words. Her hands pressed against me. She wasn't shoving so I didn't stop. Victoria didn't even make a token effort to keep her mouth shut, though her tongue refused to play an overly active part in my French kiss. My hands didn't wander and my body didn't thrust against her. "I think I'm working out our relationship, your Kahina to my Pelagius," I responded, our faces only inches apart. Victoria rested her hands on my hips so I placed mine on her shoulders. "Kahina, have you been reading my works?" she smiled far too seductively. You would figure that a dedicated, righteous Christian theoretician would have body proximity issues. Not Victoria, damn it. "The only things hotter than smart, sexy chicks are smart, sexy, and sensually lethal chicks," I allowed. "This could be construed as sexual harassment or inappropriate sexual behavior," Doctor Scarlett grinned, all bold and gracious. "A 'no' on your part would suffice," I assured her. "Not you, Zane; me," she corrected me. "You are my student, after all, and my hands are on your hips." I arched an eyebrow; she kept smiling so I went back in for a kiss. Three minutes later I had worked over her lips, eyelids, cheeks, jawline, and the left side of her neck, and it was getting me nowhere except closer to a sexual-deprivation induced coma. "Damn, you are good," I panted. "I think this is something we need to work through first before we can constructively move on," she related patiently. She was trying to break me with her highly developed self-control. I had to figure out what the hell I was doing wrong. Overt sexual contact, breasts, buttocks, pubic area, was off-limits, or was it? Lingerie; why did Scarlett wear racy lingerie? I slipped my arms around Victoria's waist and pulled her off the desk and into me. I caught a slight, over-confident smirk on her lips. We started kissing again, Scarlett somewhat passively, as always, and me out to disguise my intentions. She didn't protest when my fingers wandered below the beltline or when I traced out the very risqu lines of her panties. Fighting the urge to yank them up and make her squirm, I languidly let my fingers dig into her skirt and hook the bottom elastic of her panties, then slowly wiggled the fabric gently. She gave me a few uninterrupted seconds before I sensed her inner struggle begin; did she stop me and give me this round in the struggle, a psychological edge over her, or did she see if she could tough it out. She went with the spiritual resistance. Once I had my fingers inside, I could move freely forward and back. I avoided the cunt and the bottom of her ass. I was able to make the bottom of her panties a very tight fit, allowing the thrumming of my tugs to vibrate along her most sensitive spots. Victoria's nostrils flared, her breath caught, and after a daring but futile attempt to distract me with her tongue, she broke our lip embrace and put her head on my shoulder. I immediately stopped what I was doing and waited for her to speak. "Oh, this is not good," she muttered to herself. Then after a pause, "Thank you for stopping. How did you know what to do?" "Where to begin," I answered. "You are beautiful, passionate, and a woman who appreciates fine fabrics on your skin. I stopped because I'll fight you with every tool I can, but I won't violate you," I added. Victoria looked up into my eyes. "You see me as Kahina?" she changed the subject. "You have this tragic, fervent yet noble character that charges with a burning blade into the face of adversity," I waxed romantic. "The last Christian Queen of the Berbers who, when faced with the inevitability of her defeat, sent her sons to the enemy for their protection while she sought death in battle against the Islamic invaders." "I'm not very martial," she countered. "Ah, but in the Greco-Roman culture our faith grew up in, you would be considered a Patrician's daughter, versed in Socrates and Virgil as well as St. Augustine," I made my argument. "Besides, martial valor is in the job of the tribesmen; it is the job of the Queen to provide leadership, hopefully in the right direction. You are a smart damn cookie so the comparison is apt." "Thank you." She then pursued her agenda. "What have you been up to?" "I'm creating a democratic system with your tribal leaders as the parliament, a selected group of girls to become judges, and another group to become enforcers of the rule of law," I responded. "Technically, I remain the guy at the top of the pyramid, so that's a victory for you." Her look told me I hadn't made an end-run around her Grand Plan, which was pretty unsettling. I was missing something. "Why do you let me put my hands on you?" I questioned. "I can't take pleasure in the mannerisms of a proficient young man?" she countered. "Care to prove that?" I challenged. I had her in a minor trap of her own connivance. "Very well," she bowed with a smile on her lips. "Turn around and lean over your desk, if you dare?" I directed. She accepted my orders and did as requested. I knelt down behind her and placed my hands on her ankles before rubbing upward in slow but strong finger-furrows. I teased my way up to her stocking line, grinding the silk hose into her skin, making her flesh shiver from the stimulation. I had her trembling by the time I migrated upwards to the elastic at the top of the stocking, past the garter, and onto her pliant warm thigh. As I brushed against the tuck of her butt-cheek and thigh, Victoria moaned. "Stop," she whispered. "Do you really want me to stop," I inquired, "or do you want me to stop before you reveal something?" I ceased my activities, waiting on her reply. "You know the answer," she panted briefly. I moved off and up, placing my hands on her shoulders and pulling her back up to my chest. "Can you promise me to consider the possibility that a woman wants something outside the realm of motherhood and spiritual purity?" I suggested. Doctor Scarlett turned around while remaining in my grasp. "The body may feel a certain way but you must resist those impulses from the Devil," she told me. "Fortunately, you are the only one on campus that can elicit such response." "Huh? Seriously, I can only imagine the kind of sexual trouble the women on campus can get into, unless you don't believe in Sapphic impulses either," I grinned. "Homosexuality is a myth," Victoria stated firmly. "There are misdirected desires and abnormal passions, but men don't lie with men and women don't lie with women, except as a perversion of the normal, natural order of things." Oh, here we go again, I groaned. "I hate that you would think that way. It stands in opposition to God's Love in my eyes and portrays you as a weak creature given over to the Devil's lure of fearing, hating, and even denying what is mostly a good thing, namely, compassion for one another," I sighed. "How can you have compassion for instincts you can hardly understand?" she posed. "I've been with men before," I informed her; "on more than one occasion." "What?" Victoria was stunned. She struggled to get away from my arms and I let her. "You have such a strong ardor for so many female students. How can you be tricked into perverse practices?" On the bright side, I'd finally gotten under her cool exterior; on the downside, I had shaken her faith in me. "Can I incite a rational moment, please?" I said calmly. She was halfway around the desk when she stopped and nodded. "Okay," the Vice-Chancellor responded with a careful edge. "How am I any different than the man you thought me to be two minutes ago?" I led off. "I certainly liked your body and you appeared to appreciate the touches I gave you. How does anything I did with anyone else before touching you matter? You are very attractive to me. Am I now repulsive to you?" "Those are multiple questions," Victoria seemed suddenly weary. "You are the same person you were a minute ago, but I had forgotten that you are a boy, not a man, and boys have infatuations with unusual, rebellious ideas. With your Father dead, it seems you were rudderless. You are definitely not repulsive to me. I admire you, but you also reveal yourself to be immature. Would you please leave? I need to reconsider some things." "No," I replied. "No? No, you won't leave, or no, I've committed some grievous error?" she inquired. "You believe I'm a boy, you don't believe in homosexuality," I answered, though I fondly day-dreamed of Victoria and Barbie Lynn, or Hudson Lane, the school lawyer, in a lesbian tryst, "but I don't want your newfound doubts in me making you change, specifically how you treat yourself." "You want me to keep wearing lingerie," she sliced to the heart of the matter. "It is a simple pleasure you allow yourself, the only one I can detect. I will certainly be a source of displeasure for you in the future; don't let me do you harm over my careless confession," I pleaded. "My indulgence is a form of weakness," she argued. "Wrong," I fought back. "It is a 'fuck you' to temptation. It makes you stronger. Doctor Scarlett, I have never had a woman hold out as long as you did this afternoon. If you change the way you dress, then I win and you lose because I've proven you don't have faith in your own convictions." Victoria was contemplative for a moment, frowning, then slowly letting a smile win out. "Come here," she beckoned. I came up and she kissed me, not a fevered rush but a smooth, subtle thing, driven by curiosity more than passion. "You are going to require more work than I imagined," she eventually commented. "Have you forgiven me?" I asked. "Have I returned to being a good boy?" "Yes and yes." "Does this mean I can cop a feel? Ya know, a freebie?" I hoped. She kept looking up at me as she studied my features. "You are going to be a whole lot of work, Zane," she answered, "and no, no free fondling of my private parts." I growled up at the ceiling. "Damn it, woman," I snarled. "Stop trying to break me to your will." "Mr. Braxton," she patted me on the cheek, "I have no idea what you are talking about." Yeah, right. We ve Come So Far The Festivities Committee broke up once more. I was helping Mrs. Jaspers to her car since she'd taken a tumble in her home and her ankle was a bit sore. I had to return to the conference room to find my usual crowd of women overstaying the meeting, Mrs. Sahara Penny, Kendra Bainbridge, and Rochelle Wellington. "Hello, Kendra. Those frills around your collar are very enticing to the eye," I jibed. "Did you come tonight with some ulterior motive?" "No!" she snapped. "I am not that kind of woman." "Technically, if you've had children, you are that kind of woman," Sahara chimed in. "I am not a fornicator," Kendra defended herself. "No one said you were," Rochelle smiled at her rival's discomfort. "All Zane did was give you a compliment and a gentle teasing." "After his 'date' with the Reverend's wife, I am not sure any of us can be considered safe from Mr. Braxton's intentions," Kendra spat. Sahara's laugh was musical. "Yes, Kendra, I was positively scandalized that Zane would approach me with such blasphemous intentions as the Gospel of Judas, Pistis Sophia, and the origins of God's true word," Sahara grinned too sweetly. "I am sure that is what was on his mind," Kendra insinuated. She was probably coming to regret being tricked into talking to the Preacher's wife. "What would that be?" Rochelle prodded. Kendra's mouth gaped. "Well, we all know what Mr. Braxton is up to at school," she rebounded snootily. "Oh, so you have seen his website," Sahara pointed out. Kendra turned a deep shade of red. "Well, I, with everything going on," she sputtered, "we need to know how to keep our daughters safe." "Oh, Kendra, I agree," Rochelle smiled my way. "I think we can all agree that young Ms. Masters (Barbie Lynn) was lucky to escape Zane's clutches." "Yes," Sahara added sternly, "apparently she's been lucky on a nightly basis." Hey, now! Why is everybody picking on me? Half the time she's on top. "You make it sound like she enjoys, that, what he does to her," Kendra fought back. "Yes," sighed Sahara, "I can understand how horrible it must be to be crying out God's name while having sex." "Several times a night," Rochelle added. "I have such sympathy for the poor girl." "You do know that it is plausible Ms. Masters seeks me out for our mutual enjoyment," I groused. "After all, it's my bedroom and my shower we are seen in." "The Devil is known to be a great seducer," Kendra countered. "You've lured her into debauched behavior." "Oh, well, Kendra, you are on to me. I guess my deep-seated lust for you will remain unquenched," I groaned. "That's not fair," Rochelle chided me. "You are neither a tool of the Devil nor prone to give up on anything you desire, so apologize to Kendra for the sarcasm." "I apologize for making light of your concerns, Mrs. Bainbridge," I nodded toward Kendra. "Very well," Kendra snorted. "Perhaps counseling with Pastor William would do you some good." Oh, like that was going to happen; I was right in ol' Bill's preferred age range and gender. Added to that, I had sort of threatened to have him murdered for threatening Sahara Monday night. "I would prefer to be guided by someone I didn't have a desire to toss out of a fast moving aircraft," I allowed myself to say. Kendra gasped, Sahara became very still, and Rochelle choked. "Wha-, what makes you say that?" Sahara asked cautiously. "He insulted my Uncle Tim within the hearing of Aunt Jill," I answered. "I really couldn't stand Uncle Tim but would rather put my hand in a garbage disposal than let someone cause her pain. He apologized at that time but I have not forgotten." "Have you ever worried about being a bit too bloody?" Rochelle cautioned me. "I ask a lot out of life; I risk more than most and I accept that the price I pay may be higher," I replied. "I believe in the Rule of Law and I believe in punishing the wicked who attempt to abuse the rules for their own agenda. If the price is blood, then blood it shall be; if I can get a heartfelt repentance instead, so much the better." "Aren't you simply forcing your world view on everyone else?" Rochelle questioned me. "Absolutely," I admitted. "My world view is relatively easy to understand; keep to your word, accept that others will be different, and live and let live. I would prefer that my friends and I be left alone. If I have to use physical force to protect my views, I can live with that." "What of the Christian virtues of forgiveness and 'do no harm'?" Sahara countered. "I make a lousy Christian at times," I looked embarrassed. "You seem to have very little time for Christ in your life," Kendra responded snidely. "Really?" I muse. "I go to church six days a week, I get quizzed on some sort of Bible lore at least twice a day, and I come to this meeting once a week. I know sin is not a balancing act but I think I do some good." "Maybe if you gave less energy to carnal pursuits and more to Christian righteousness, you wouldn't have so many sins to balance," Kendra pronounced. "And here we are, three women of relatively good looks, discussing righteousness and virtue, Kendra," Sahara smiled. Kendra gawked at her. "Yes, I imagine I looked something like you look now when I saw Zane's devious trap Monday night." "What do you mean? We are talking about Zane's sexual lifestyle," Kendra rebutted. "No. You are talking about Zane's sex life; the rest of us are talking about sin, forgiveness, and virtue," Rochelle smiled in a superior manner. "But, but you, both, Kendra stammered. "I asked Zane about his world view," Rochelle corrected. "And I asked him about Christian forgiveness and 'do no harm', as I recall," Sahara smiled sedately. Kendra gaped like a fish out of water. "Yes, but now that I know about Mrs. Bainbridge's obsession with my bedroom antics, I'll make sure to show her more attention," I nodded. "I mean, there is an attraction that mature women possess that girls cannot equal. There was a long silence that followed that statement. "Zane, you wouldn't dare do, all, all of those lewd acts to one of us, would you?" Kendra stuttered. "I can't imagine what would make me refuse consensual sex with anyone in this room," I grinned at her. "But we are married women," Rochelle teased me. "Thus consensual, I don't want to break up a happily married couple but I don't like seeing a woman trapped in a relationship solely because she thinks there are no other options," I explained. "Women deserve to be free, and quite frankly, unhappily married women have built up an exciting reservoir of carnal energy." "Zane, I find it difficult to believe that a young man as kind to this committee as you have been would make us disrobe one article of clothing, run your rough hands over every inch of our bodies, and then force us to perform all kinds of vile sexual acts on and for you," Rochelle kept taunting me. My guess was that she was really pissed on learning her husband was having an affair with one of his employees in the Mayor's office. "You wouldn't do that to Kendra, would you, Zane?" Sahara quizzed me. "What do you mean?" I seemed confused. "She's one of the hottest MILF's in the parish; all the guys in Bible Study say so." "Wha, what?" Kendra gulped. "Milf, Mothers I'd Like to Fornicate with," I told her. "I know that!" Kendra snapped, clearly disoriented and unsure of herself. "Certainly you've noticed the men's eyes follow you around the church every Sunday after service?&
It's Halloween, and I've officially hit rock bottom—dressed head to toe as a Chili's mozzarella stick. Nobody, and I mean nobody, wanted to complete the costume with me. My wife said no. My dog ran away. So here I am, half a mozzarella stick, full of regret, wearing my Radical Rita shirt, still begging Chili's to acknowledge my existence. What are we doing?This week's episode kicks off inside the “Chili's Mozzarella Stick Studios” where I give a full breakdown of spooky stories that somehow got real. First up, Ghost Adventures star Aaron Goodwin finds out mid-episode that his wife was arrested for hiring a hitman to kill him. That's right—she literally tried to turn him into one of the ghosts he's been chasing for 46 seasons. From ghost hunting to murder-for-hire, this story has everything. Netflix true crime, prison pen pals, and a reminder to maybe double-check your spouse's DMs.Then, we head down to Mississippi where the chaos continues. A tractor trailer overturned on I-59, releasing a pack of lab monkeys across the highway. Yes, real monkeys. The kind that make you question whether the apocalypse already started and nobody told us. Officials say they aren't infected with anything, but if you see one in your backyard—maybe don't try to pet it. Meanwhile, in Texas, a Spirit Halloween shopper lost control of their pet monkey inside the store. It's diapered, it's swinging from the rafters, it's dodging animatronics. Folks, leave your monkeys at home.But it wouldn't be a true Halloween episode without a trip into the darkness of global corruption. Over in the UK, Prince Andrew has officially been stripped of his royal titles after his Epstein connections resurfaced. He's no longer a prince, no longer royal, and now going by “Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor.” Imagine being demoted so hard you lose your last name. Buckingham Palace called it “necessary.” Translation: “You embarrassed us on an international level.” What are we doing?And while the world burns, our own government's been shut down for a month. SNAP benefits are about to expire. Forty-two million Americans could lose access to food because politicians would rather argue about who gets credit than actually fix the problem. Banks are running dry, liquidity is disappearing, and nobody's doing their job. Welcome to America, the scariest haunted house of them all.To wrap it up, we talk about Neo, the $20,000 humanoid robot from 1X that supposedly makes your life easier. Except it doesn't. It can barely open a fridge. The company says it's AI-powered, but the demo reveals a guy in another room wearing a VR headset controlling it manually. We're buying expensive robots that can't even fetch water. What are we doing?It's chaos from top to bottom—haunted marriages, royal meltdowns, escaped monkeys, government breakdowns, and robots pretending to be smart. Happy Halloween, folks. Stay safe, tip your servers, and for the love of mozzarella sticks, hit that subscribe button before the Chili's PR team ghosts me too.
Some authors know just how to tug at my heartstrings before I even open the book. Listen in to see why I'm eager to read Katie Powner's latest book, When the Road Comes Around. note: links may be affiliate links that provide me with a small commission at no extra expense to you. If you're looking for books with depth, tackling tough topics with gentleness and grace, look no further. Powner shares her heart for story in this interview. You don't want to miss her books. They're sure to soothe the soul and point you to Jesus. When the Road Comes Around by Katie Powner Only trouble can bring about the beauty of redemption and grace. In the small town of Grady, Montana, twenty-four-year-old Tad Bungley has a reputation for trouble. When he lands a job at Come Around Ranch, however, his life seems to take a positive turn. As he develops a soft spot for Sam, the ranch owner's disabled son, and a special bond with TJ, a rescue horse with a poor reputation of his own, Tad becomes determined not to bungle it up this time. Forty-eight-year-old Anita Wilson is too young to feel so old, but rheumatoid arthritis limits her ability to work on the guest ranch she owns with her husband. It was a risk to hire Tad for the summer, but Anita is convinced he just needs a bit of encouragement to find his footing. What she doesn't anticipate is that Tad's presence at the ranch will change everything, including her relationship with her son. And when Tad finds himself in more of a mess than ever, he and Anita must learn when to hold on, when to let go, and what grace really means. Learn more about on WEBSITE and follow on GoodReads and BookBub. Like to listen on the go? You can find Because Fiction Podcast at: Apple Castbox Google Play Libsyn RSS Spotify Amazon and more!
Two College Basketball systems to tip us off for opening night. Forty seasons of data combined with only four losing seasons between the two. 36 out of 40(!!!) seasons have been profitable.X: https://x.com/SeanBetsSystems?t=s4_P8NbNzEYbod0v9dPX-w&s=09Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/seanbetssystems/Juice Reel: https://links.juicereel.com/profile/SeanBetsSystems
In this episode of the Glowing Older podcast, host Nancy Griffin interviews Matt Thornhill, founder and CEO of Cozy Home Community and the advocacy movement Openly Gray. They discuss Matt's career journey from advertising to founding the Boomer Project and his insights into marketing to the 50+ demographic. Matt shares the inspiration behind Cozy Home Community, a middle-income housing solution for boomers, and the advocacy work of Openly Gray to combat ageism. The conversation highlights the importance of embracing aging positively and the innovative approaches to senior living.About MattBoomer Expert • Futurist • Founder of Openly Gray and Cozy Home CommunityMatt Thornhill is a nationally recognized expert on consumer behavior and the Boomer generation. After two decades in advertising on Madison Avenue and beyond, he founded a think tank devoted to understanding how Boomers are reshaping industries and society as they age.His insights have guided Fortune 500 companies and major organizations—from Google, Walmart, and AARP to State Farm, Wells Fargo, and the National Governors Association and have been featured on NBC, CBS, CNBC, TIME, The Wall Street Journal, and The New York Times.Co-author of the acclaimed business book Boomer Consumer, Matt now leads Openly Gray, a nonprofit advocacy grouptackling ageism by inspiring older adults to embrace aging as a privilege, not a problem. He's also founder and CEO of Cozy Home Community, developing innovative housing for active older adults.Key TakeawaysBoomers have become the next generation of older adults. Ranging from age 61 to 79, next year the first boomers will turn 80. They are going to transform what it means to grow old.The 50+ market holds significant economic power, oftenignored by marketers. It takes lived experience to speak to the 50+ market. A 50 or 60-year-old advertising copywriter and art director know best how to talk to a 50- or 60-year-old consumer.Forty percent of boomers don't have a spouse or partner – 25 years ago it was 25 percent. Twenty-eight million people live alone. Being single means less income and social security and no caregiver in the home. Cozy Home Community is an intentional community of modular-built homes for middle-income older adults. Ten hours a month of volunteer time to the community is a stipulation of the lease. Neighbors serve neighbors. An AI-driven voice matching system establishes connection points between community members.
For review:1. President Trump said Friday he is not considering strikes on Venezuela, which fears that a major US military buildup in the region is aimed at regime change in Caracas.2. President Trump Directs Department of War to Prepare for Action in Nigeria. President Trump on Saturday announced the US will immediately stop all aid and assistance to Nigeria if its government continues to allow the killing of Christians.3. Jordan and Germany said on Saturday that the International Stabilization Force expected to deploy in Gaza under US President Donald Trump's postwar governance plan should have a UN mandate.4. US Ambassador Tom Barrack had blunt words for Lebanon on Saturday, repeatedly calling the country a “failed state,” dubbing its leaders “dinosaurs” and saying that it probably won't be able to comply with the central US demand that it disarm Hezbollah.5. At least 59 UN personnel are being held by Houthis in Yemen, according to the United Nations, which has condemned what it calls arbitrary detentions.Forty-three detained local United Nations staff will face trial on suspicion of links to an Israeli airstrike that assassinated top Houthi leaders in August.6. Iran's Foreign Minister Abbas Araghchi said Tehran has no desire for direct talks with the US over its nuclear or missile program, insisting that the Islamic Republic would not give up its ability to enrich uranium.7. Kyiv Closes Embassy in Havana; Cuban Citizens Fighting Alongside Russia in Ukraine. Ukraine's military intelligence reported that at least 1,076 Cuban Nationals have joined or are currently fighting alongside Russian forces in Ukraine.8. Anduril's prototype bid (YFQ-44A) for the Air Force's Collaborative Combat Aircraft program achieved its first flight, the USAF announced today. 9. US Secretary of War to Give Acquisition Speech to Top Defense Industry Leaders on 07 Nov.
Forty-two million Americans rely on USDA SNAP (Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program) benefits to buy food, and amidst the current government shutdown, those benefits are at risk. A federal judge has ruled that the Trump Administration must tap into its emergency funds to at least partially cover food stamp benefits set to halt on November 4th. The USDA has until Nov. 3 to decide how it will distribute benefits. Dan brought the latest and asked for your thoughts! You can hear NightSide with Dan Rea, Live! Weeknights From 8PM-12AM on WBZ - Boston's News Radio.
God revealed the answers to life's most important questions to Herbert W. Armstrong, one biblical doctrine at a time. Toward the end of his life, Mr. Armstrong wrote a summary of the Bible—a book he believed was the most important book since the Bible! Forty years after Mr. Armstrong finished writing Mystery of the Ages, understand how this book will make your Bible come alive.
God revealed the answers to life's most important questions to Herbert W. Armstrong, one biblical doctrine at a time. Toward the end of his life, Mr. Armstrong wrote a summary of the Bible—a book he believed was the most important book since the Bible! Forty years after Mr. Armstrong finished writing Mystery of the Ages, understand how this book will make your Bible come alive.
In this episode of The Dublin Review Podcast, Aingeala Flannery talks to Darragh McCausland about his essay In Your Arms, which appeared in The Dublin Review NUMBER 99 | SUMMER 2025.
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In the spirit of Halloween, Kristen and Erika decided to give you ALL the bonus Halloween content! Enjoy!!!If you don't immediately recognize her name, you may know the famous nursery rhyme: Lizzie Borden took an axe, she gave her mother 40 whacks; when she saw what she had done, she gave her father 41. Besides her infamy in American crime history, she was also a woman who never had kids. In this episode, we're going to review the case and the aftermath — and question: was she the killer? This is sure to be a fan-favorite among those who love our rambling. Want more bonus content? Sign up for the Patreon! Join now to support the show + gain access to weekly, ad-free episodes, chat with us & other childfree pals in the Dinky Discord, join our virtual book club, and more! Merch is here!!! Get your merch NOW!New Dinky trip alert!! Erika is taking a group of childfree travelers to VIETNAM — and it's an artsy adventurer's dream itinerary! Buy your tickets while they last. Wanna get your finances in order? Use our link to sign up for a FREE 34 day trial of YNAB (You Need A Budget) and support the show. Wanna connect with us on social media? You can find us on Substack, Instagram, TikTok, and Threads at @dinkypod. Follow us on YouTube.If you have a question or comment, email us at dinky@dinkypod.comBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/dinky--5953015/support.
Donate (no account necessary) | Subscribe (account required) Join Bryan Dean Wright, former CIA Operations Officer, as he dives into today's top stories shaping America and the world. In this episode of The Wright Report, Bryan exposes how America's shutdown is revealing shocking welfare data, investigates a Socialist-Islamist power alliance in New York City, breaks down the arrest of a radical British speaker, and answers listener questions about his years inside the CIA. Union Revolt and Welfare Shock: The largest federal workers' union — normally a Democrat ally — is now demanding an end to the shutdown, while new data reveals that most U.S. food stamp recipients live in foreign-born households. Bryan explains how this exposes a broken immigration system and a growing dependency crisis, citing research showing that long-term aid actually keeps people poorer. Socialist and Islamist Alliance in New York: Socialist candidate Zohran Mamdani leads New York's mayoral race with heavy backing from radical leftist and Muslim groups, including CAIR and Students for Justice in Palestine. Bryan unpacks the money, ideology, and political networks behind Mamdani's rise — and warns what his victory could mean for America's largest city. Trump Deports Radical British Preacher: Federal agents detained British Islamist Sami Hamdi, who was touring the U.S. with CAIR to rally Muslim and leftist activists. Citing post-9/11 counterterror policy, Bryan explains why Trump's DHS acted swiftly to revoke his visa and how Western leaders are finally confronting political Islam's infiltration strategy. Fearlessness and a CIA Life: Bryan closes with a reflection on courage, truth, and the lessons he learned as a CIA officer — from recruitment and fieldwork to his most memorable operation abroad. "And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free." - John 8:32 Keywords: U.S. government shutdown welfare data, food stamps foreign-born households, CIS immigrant welfare use, Zohran Mamdani socialist Islamist ties, CAIR Students for Justice in Palestine, Sami Hamdi deportation DHS, political Islam infiltration strategy, Bryan Dean Wright CIA recruitment stories
Forty years. Thirteen films. One masked killer who just won't die.Today, we're zeroing in on the final chapter of the Halloween saga — the last seven films that tried to reimagine, reboot, and finally end the story of Michael Myers. From the sleek nostalgia of H20, to the gritty chaos of Rob Zombie's vision, and the recent Blumhouse trilogy that brought Laurie Strode back for one last showdown. We're slicing through what worked, what didn't, and why the Shape still casts such a long shadow over modern horror.So grab your pumpkin spice, lock your doors, and cue the Carpenter score, because we're diving deep into the evolution, the chaos, and the legacy of Halloween's final seven acts.Be sure to subscribe on Apple and leave a review, or email us at unitedstatesofmurder@gmail.comFollow us on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter!
Show LinksSelf-Paced ResourcesSubscribe To The Daily Podcast: https://yourlevelfitness.com/podcastNew To The YLF Philosophy? Start Here: ylf30.comDaily Accountability And Structure For Your Self-Paced Inside/Out Process: https://yourlevelfitness.com/daily-emailQ&A Response YouTube Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLjSupgaY5KA66MD2IdmCwFhLFbDe-pk1lIndividualized Guidance From DarylJoin The YLF Experience: https://app.moonclerk.com/pay/5t93iox9udm3Compare All Service Levels: https://yourlevelfitness.com/coachingGet Your Merch, Mugs & Wall QuotesShop The Current Collections: https://yourlevelfitness.shop/collectionsEpisode DescriptionIn this episode of The Daryl Perry Podcast I am talking about pace, pressure, and why I am done with the all or nothing version of health and fitness. I walk you through how I am structuring the rest of this year and heading into twenty twenty six so you can build consistency without burning yourself out.I have decided that I am not publishing new stuff on Saturdays and Sundays. I am modeling what I tell you to do, which is protect your energy, slow down, and stop letting content or fitness take over your entire life. You can still work toward goals. You can still show up. But you do not have to grind every second to prove that you care.I get into how I am organizing the year in phases. Each phase has its own purpose. First you ramp up. You build momentum. You build belief. You start moving at a calm, deliberate pace. You are not sprinting. You are getting your bearings and building confidence. People will look at what you are doing and think you are going all out, but in your head you are steady, clear, and not in a tug of war.Then you dial it in. Not zero to sixty. More like forty five to sixty. You hold that calm headspace but you tighten your focus and stack habits. You build consistency as an actual skill. You choose to trust yourself. You build momentum that feels sustainable, not chaotic. After that, you scale back a bit. You settle back into something closer to that early ramp up pace. You are still doing the work, but you are not redlining. Then you wind down. I am huge on using the end of the year as a real wind down phase, not just a long weekend. We are going to start talking about that November first. The wind down is built in on purpose so you stop repeating the cycle of go hard, burn out, disappear, restart, repeat.This is a system to replace the fitness message you have been handed your whole life. The message that says push harder, push harder, push harder, and if you cannot keep up it is your fault. I am saying no to that. You do not have to live at all gas no brakes. Most people who run that way end up off to the side anyway, trying to recover, then jumping right back into the same pattern. I want you on a steady path instead of stuck in that loop.I also share what this looks like in my own training right now. I have dealt with foot issues and a walking boot since last year. I am still doing the work. I tell you how many workouts I logged month by month even while limited, because this is important. Consistency is not about perfect workouts in perfect conditions. Consistency is doing what you can with the body you have today. Stretching counts. Rehab counts. Short sessions count. Forty one workouts in June. Eighty six in July including rehab. Sixty four in August. Fifty four in September, including when I was still in the boot. Fifty nine in October. That is not hype. That is systems, pacing, and refusing to quit on myself.Please share this episode with anyone you think would be interested in listening to it.Visit darylperrypodcast.com for links to the show page on each of the major podcast directories. From there, you can subscribe and share this pod.For comments, questions, topic ideas, possible collaborations please email daryl@yourlevelfitness.com
Australia's 2025 Top Tour Guide, Cat Davidson, shares the magic of Inala on Bruny Island - home to Forty-spotted Pardalotes, Swift Parrots and Tasmania's other incredible birdlife.
Forty-five years. Thirteen movies. One unstoppable shape.From 1978's suburban nightmare to the chaos of reboots, remakes, and retcons... Michael Myers has slashed his way through generations of horror fans.In this episode, we're carving our way through the first six films in the Halloween franchise. We'll discuss the highs, the lows, the masks, the mayhem, and how this franchise became a horror legend that just won't die.So lock your doors, check the closet, and grab your pumpkin spice of choice. It's time to face The Boogeyman.Be sure to subscribe on Apple and leave a review, or email us at unitedstatesofmurder@gmail.comFollow us on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter!
Howard Lovy is a journalist, book editor, and author with forty years of experience covering everything from Jewish issues and the Mideast conflict to nanotechnology and the auto industry. His work has appeared in Publishers Weekly, Longreads, The Jerusalem Post, The Jewish Daily Forward, and other publications. Howard's debut novel, Found and Lost: The Jake and Cait Story, follows two musicians who reconnect in middle age when their 40-year-old song goes viral. The book explores themes of music, faith, aging, and second chances. In addition to writing and editing, Howard produces and hosts podcasts for the Alliance of Independent Authors. He lives in Northern Michigan with his wife, Heidi, and their dog, Henry. About Found and Lost: "In 1985, they met by chance.As a young guitarist and violinist, Jake and Cait created something transcendent each time they locked eyes and finished each other's musical phrases.... until the music stopped.Forty years later, the song that started it all brings them back together. But time changes everything." Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/new-books-network
When someone asks you about the average rate of return for indexed universal life insurance, you'll discover that average is actually a meaningless number. You need to understand the probability of hitting specific rates of return to make accurate projections about what might happen with your IUL policy. In this episode, we analyze 40 years of S&P 500 data using rolling periods from 1930 through 2024 to determine real probability outcomes for IUL policies. You'll learn how different cap rates, floor rates, participation rates, and spreads affect your expected returns. We examine scenarios ranging from 10.5% to 11.5% cap rates with various floor options to show you the trade-offs between guaranteed minimums and upside potential. You'll discover that removing floors in favor of higher caps generally produces better results, with probabilities showing an 86% chance of 7% net returns under certain conditions. We also explore newer IUL structures using participation rates and spreads rather than caps, revealing that 70% participation rates can deliver a 96% probability of 9% returns over 40 years. The analysis includes net rate of return calculations that account for fees, not just index credits. You'll understand why IUL serves as an enhanced fixed savings strategy rather than true market exposure. We compare these results to actual S&P 500 performance and explain how IUL can function as a de-risking component in your portfolio. _____________________ Ready to explore how IUL might fit into your financial strategy? Contact us to discuss your specific situation and learn more about indexed universal life insurance options.
Howard Lovy is a journalist, book editor, and author with forty years of experience covering everything from Jewish issues and the Mideast conflict to nanotechnology and the auto industry. His work has appeared in Publishers Weekly, Longreads, The Jerusalem Post, The Jewish Daily Forward, and other publications. Howard's debut novel, Found and Lost: The Jake and Cait Story, follows two musicians who reconnect in middle age when their 40-year-old song goes viral. The book explores themes of music, faith, aging, and second chances. In addition to writing and editing, Howard produces and hosts podcasts for the Alliance of Independent Authors. He lives in Northern Michigan with his wife, Heidi, and their dog, Henry. About Found and Lost: "In 1985, they met by chance.As a young guitarist and violinist, Jake and Cait created something transcendent each time they locked eyes and finished each other's musical phrases.... until the music stopped.Forty years later, the song that started it all brings them back together. But time changes everything." Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/literature
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Forty years ago on the date this episode is dropping, 10/26, Marty McFly went to the past, got stuck, and had to go back to the future! From 1985 to 2025, we discuss....and really get off topic, it's a good ep. Our episodes keep being brought for copyright crap, but we're here, we're not going anywhere!
Born from the pages of Conan the Barbarian, Red Sonja has always reflected what each era thinks strength in a woman looks like. The 1985 film — Dino De Laurentiis's final sword-and-sorcery gamble starring Brigitte Nielsen — was a lavish, doomed spectacle that critics mocked and fans later reclaimed as cult pulp. Forty years later, M. J. Bassett's 2025 reboot starring Matilda Lutz tries to reforge the legend with sleek CGI and feminist rhetoric after fifteen years in development hell. The result, say critics, is “visually bold but spiritually hollow,” another attempt to build a woman's Lord of the Rings without grasping what made Tolkien's world sacred. Tonight we compare sincerity versus irony, pulp versus polish, and ask: in an age of manufactured heroes, what does it still mean to believe in one?Disclaimer: The following may contain offensive language, adult humor, and/or content that some viewers may find offensive – The views and opinions expressed by any one speaker does not explicitly or necessarily reflect or represent those of Mark Radulich or W2M Network.Mark Radulich and his wacky podcast on all the things:https://linktr.ee/markkind76alsohttps://www.teepublic.com/user/radulich-in-broadcasting-networkFB Messenger: Mark Radulich LCSWTiktok: @markradulichtwitter: @MarkRadulichInstagram: markkind76RIBN Album Playlist: https://suno.com/playlist/91d704c9-d1ea-45a0-9ffe-5069497bad59
Today's guest, Lisa, says she has always felt a special, spiritual link to her eldest daughter, Libby—starting when Libby was an infant and lasting throughout her life. One night, Lisa complained to her husband about a throbbing thumb. The next morning, Libby called, saying she had hurt her thumb and thought it was broken. When Libby's father asked if the injury happened around 9 pm, Libby confirmed the time of the injury, but she was puzzled until he answered, “Your mother felt that.” Despite being over 200 miles away and unaware of any injury, Lisa sensed Libby's broken thumb that night. Six months later, at 1 am, Libby's friends called, reporting that she had vanished after being dropped off in a taxi. Lisa instantly feared the worst, though she tried to reassure them that Libby might simply be delayed. Deep down, she knew Libby was dead. She could not feel her as she normally could. The following day, Lisa and her husband braved a harsh English winter storm to drive to Hull. As they passed the Humber Estuary—a vast inlet leading to the North Sea—Lisa whispered, “Libby is in that water.” Her husband dismissed it as being 'silly,' but Lisa insisted she wasn't imagining it. Forty‑eight agonizing days later, police recovered Libby's body from those waters; she had been raped and murdered. In the nearly seven years since that tragedy, Lisa and her family have endured relentless trauma. At first, she felt isolated despite the story dominating UK headlines, and for two years she seemed to lose herself entirely. Over the past five years, however, she has begun to heal by connecting with other bereaved parents, listening to podcasts, and sharing Libby's story with young people and police officers. She hopes that exposing the warning signs that preceded the murder will help protect other women. And although Libby is no longer physically here with her, through her work, Lisa still feels connected to Libby. Lisa feels her as she does her "Libby work" in Libby's old bedroom, now her office. Our love for our children keeps that spiritual connection alive long after they are gone.
Jean and Teresa interview fellow Master Gardener Volunteer Tim Kennelty about pollinators. Tim is also a Master Naturalist with Cornell Cooperative Extension, and has served as a board member for the Columbia Land Conservancy.The conversation starts with the definition of a pollinator. Tim explains that a creature that goes from flower to flower to feed will get pollen stuck to itself. The creature then carries the pollen to the next flower and “delivers” it in exchange for the nectar. This is an arrangement that has developed over millennia to benefit both the flower and the creature. While most pollinators are insects, there are birds and bats that serve as pollinators, too. The insects are most commonly of the bees/wasp groups, butterflies/moths groups, and beetles. The Xerxes Society is a valuable resource to learn more about native pollinators and plants. The discussion then moves to why we should care. It all boils down to the food chain. Insects are at the bottom of the food chain, and many rely on plants for life. Their symbiotic relationship helps both to thrive and serve as food for others further up the chain. This is so basic as a foundation for our existence that any disturbance in the connection will ripple upward, affecting the entire food chain. Risks included are mostly man made. Habitat disturbance leaves gaps between the links, and climate change disrupts the balance of timing between plant and insect (or animal) synchrony. Flowers blooming at the”wrong” time or migrators arriving too late for the usual diet can result in disaster for whole populations. Indeed, the statistics are alarming. Forty per cent of all insects are in steep decline, resulting in decreased populations all along the interconnected chain of life forms, ultimately in extinction for many. Specifically, Tim mentions bees which are mostly “designed” for pollination. Honey bees must be considered separately because they are actually treated and considered as livestock. Interestingly they are not native but are handled by beekeepers, and are essential for much commercial fruit production. Sadly, they, too, are at risk from climate and pollution caused threats. Native bees are a fascinating study. There are about four hundred species in North America, with several hundred living in New York State. Ninety percent are solitary, which may be contrary to popular expectations due to our familiarity with honey bees. Most are dedicated pollinators that have co-evolved with particular flowers. Also unlike honeybees, most can't sting. Those that can, will only do under great threat of their own death. The “cousins” to bees, the wasps, yellow jackets and hornets, are more often communal. They build nests attached to structures or shrubs, or in the ground. These guys are far more aggressive, and will not hesitate to sting, so beware if you spot any of their habitats, like paper nests or overly active holes in the ground. They're so fierce they even have a meat eating stage. But, to circle back to the topic at hand, they are also very active pollinators. Hosts: Teresa Golden and Jean Thomas Guest: Tim Kennelty Photo: Teresa Golden Production Assistance: Linda Aydlett, Deven Connelly, Teresa Golden, Jean Thomas, Xandra Powers Resources
This fall, we head to Riverton, Wyoming—a hidden gem in the heart of the state. Ranch broker Eric Anderson joins Haley to explore Riverton's deep history, strong agricultural roots, and growing sense of opportunity. From its connection to the Wind River tribes to its vibrant outdoor recreation and community spirit, Riverton stands out as both a great place to visit and a smart place to invest.Topics[0:00] Introduction: Welcome to Riverton![1:11] Riverton: The Basics[2:30] History of Riverton[4:33] What makes Riverton unique?[8:25] Recreation in Riverton[11:34] Best time of year to visit[13:43] Living in Riverton[14:56] Mirr Properties in Riverton[16:30] Diverse and rich opportunities[19:00] Riverton's hidden gemsLinksWyoming Office of TourismVisit Wind River CountyNeed professional help finding, buying or selling a legacy ranch, contact us: Mirr Ranch Group 901 Acoma Street Denver, CO 80204 Phone: (303) 623-4545 https://www.MirrRanchGroup.com/
Your Total Disarming: Book One by REV Dr Oscar Bistonath Yourtotaldisarming.com https://www.amazon.com/Your-Total-Disarming-Book-One/dp/109805671X Dr. Oscar Bistonath offers a unique, qualified, and simplified version of meeting God and maintaining a continuous, close relationship with Him. He shares untold wealth as Senior Pastor for Generations for Christ Church, Chaplin, Live coach, Christian counselor, and Author. As a successful businessman and realtor for forty-three years, he is interested in mesmerizing others' welfare, especially in their conquests of receiving Jesus Christ to splurge on heaven and essential spiritual foods. Dr. Bistonath articulates his unique gifting, enlightening, and winning others to know Christ, the Kingdom, the Afterlife, and Heaven. Forty-two years of active ministry and enjoying a variety of face-to-face interactions with people is a justified reason for "Your Total Disarming." You will think YTD books are undoubtedly discussing, chatting with, and concerning you when reading and scrutinizing. They delve in-depth and deliver significant, intimate, applicable solutions for everyday life and how to enter heaven. They are comprehensive, stunning, and astounding books for life, healing your soul, and fostering a closer walk with God. Some humongous challenges, Spiritual, Intellectual, Moral, or Social, are pleasantly gratified. From a humble upbringing, my parents taught us never to esteem ourselves better than anyone and have an in-depth burning desire to help others. I was blessed as the Husband of one wife, Elizabeth Emily, for 53 years. As an icebreaker and for further identification, Dr. Bistonath often said his parents did not indicate his call name, Ronald Scott, in his Birth Certificate.
Forty-year-old lawyer Andrew Feather hit the news headlines recently when he 'beat' Tadej Pogacar in an exhibition handicap uphill cycle race. Even though Feather may not have actually ridden the Pogi challenge faster than the world number 1 (he won by three minutes after getting a six minute head start with the rest of the amateur field), his performance was still staggering given that he is an amateur with all the pressures of a full-time job and a family eating into his time. Feather is arguably one of the most celebrated non-professionals in the world and, as a four-time British Hill Climb champion, has the palmares to prove it. In this interview, Feather shares his insights into training, racing and dropping weight when it matters.Support us on DiscourseAs Gareth mentioned, Discourse is our "sponsorship", our sole source of income. But it's way more than that - it's a community of experts and enthusiasts who share knowledge on everything sports science related. To become part of that, become a Patron of the site and join the conversation Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
Thank goodness that Dr. Jones is back in town! After 47 years in dentistry, Dr. Kuba and Bethany have burning questions for him, so Bethany traps him in the studio to record. In this episode, he answers questions like, “With four kids and twelve grandkids, would you recommend dentistry to any of your kids/grandkids?, “For new owners, what do you think is the wisest investment?,” and “Are you a member of organized dentistry, why or why not?”. He tackles these questions and more. Listen closely to forty-seven years of wisdom! Previous Episodes Worth Revisiting: Quality Referral Processes for Premium Patient CareDr. Jones Discusses Building the Practice You Envision 2026 Crash Course Dates are ALMOST GONE!!! Reach out TODAY to sign up!
As I approach my 40th birthday, I wanted to take a moment to honour the decade that's brought me here, my 30s. The years of building, pushing, proving, creating, and doing the deep work to come home to myself.In the two weeks leading up to my birthday, I sat down with myself and wrote out some powerful reflection statements and journalled out the answers. A moment to say thank you for everything that's shaped me, and to consciously step into what's next; a decade I want to feel rooted, easeful, aligned, and full of quiet significance.This episode is for anyone standing at a threshold. A birthday, a life change, a transition, that in-between space where you can feel something new calling you forward.If you've ever felt the pull to stop pushing and start allowing… to stop chasing “more” and start honouring “enough,” this one's for you.Buy my book, Authentic - coming home to your true self - AUS, EUR, USACoach with me 1:1 - Book a 20-minute call nowThe Good Life - sign up nowOne day retreat - check it outWrite into us - let us know what you want to hearWelleCo - welleco.com.auwww.katjohn.com.auSupport the show
When Rob Long was 18, a dentist said his wisdom teeth had to go. His father told him to hang up the phone: “The whole wisdom tooth thing is a scam.” Forty years later, Rob's fine — mostly. And now, watching David Ellison try to merge Paramount and Warner Bros. in an industry where economies of scale rarely if ever succeed, he sees the same impulse at work: a painful, costly procedure masquerading as progress. Transcript here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
This isn't a book about finding Amelia Earhart. it's about her finding me, and guiding, directing, nudging, cajoling me along the way. It's a mind bending adventure told in third person, then in first person, then with eyewitnesses, then with a variety of mediums who I've known for decades, answering my incessant questions.Forty years of research, after working on various films, documentaries about Amelia Earhart, after working with mediums speaking directly to Amelia on the flipside, I'm sharing the research. After my second feature film LIMIT UP I got a letter from an old friend who said "You should make a film about Amelia Earhart." That took me on an unusual flight that included starts and stops along the way, some of this research was shared in the book HACKING THE AFTERLIFE, but Amelia kept knocking on my door.There are certainly more in depth explorations out there - I present her story as a journalist/author/filmmaker; "this is what likely happened to her based on 30 years of research, this is what likely happened to her based on her own revelations, these are stories about her that have never been told.As a caveat, I don't recommend reading this book if one believes that life ends in death. If that's the case, then return it, ask for a refund, or give it to someone else.However, having spent the past fifteen years filming people talking to, learning new information from people offstage, I've done my best as a journalist, award winning filmmaker, story teller to get her story as precise as I can. There are likely mistakes I've made - but the core story remains the same.She was never lost. She still exists. And anyone who takes the time can ask her directly themselves about any part of this book, or any part of her journey. She is happy to share this information with anyone who takes the time, makes the effort to ask her and stick around for the reply...BioWriter/Director/Author Richard is an award winning filmmaker, who has written and/or directed 9 theatrical features, and a number of documentaries. His first book, "Flipside: A Tourist's Guide on How to Navigate the Afterlife" went to #1 twice at Amazon in all its genres. The book is based on transcripts of a documentary he made which is available at Amazon (Flipside: A Journey Into the Afterlife) and Gaia TV. His books "It's a Wonderful Afterlife" volumes one and two expands the research into the afterlife from Michael Newton's work, to include interviews with a number of scientists in the field of consciousness, including Dr. Bruce Greyson, Dr. Mario Beauregard, and Gary Schwartz Phd.He also examines near death experiences and compares their accounts to similar ones during between life sessions (the technique used by Michael Newton that allows people to access the between lives realm, or LBLs) and other examples (OBEs) where people may have lost their ability to think normally, but are having the same experiences. In "Hacking the Afterlife" he interviews mediums and explores "interviewing people no longer on the planet." As Gary Schwartz put it after reading "Flipside" “Inspiring, well written and entertaining. The kind of book where once you have read it, you will no longer be able to see the world in the same way again.”https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FHLP35M5https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/hacking-the-afterlife-podcast/id1505639009https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCWhpYMjfbFfC0STNdWw_udwhttps://richmartini.blogspot.com/ https://www.pastliveshypnosis.co.uk/https://www.patreon.com/ourparanormalafterlifeMy book 'Verified Near Death Experiences' https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DXKRGDFP Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.
On this week's Mystery Crate, Mike Fuentes and Jessica unveil a new segment tailored specifically for Billy. They also discuss the practicality of neck ties in modern society while Billy tries to sell Mike on a new shower head. Later, they discuss Rolling Stone's recent list of the 250 best songs of the century so far. As expected, there are some disagreements. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices
On this week's Mystery Crate, Mike Fuentes and Jessica unveil a new segment tailored specifically for Billy. They also discuss the practicality of neck ties in modern society while Billy tries to sell Mike on a new shower head. Later, they discuss Rolling Stone's recent list of the 250 best songs of the century so far. As expected, there are some disagreements. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices
This week commemorates the two year anniversary of October 7, 2023. That morning, Hamas invaded Israel. They slaughtered some 1,200 people and took another 250 hostage. Forty-eight hostages, some alive and some dead, are still being held in Gaza. In these last two years, the world has changed. In many ways, the past two years have felt like two decades. The world feels like it has tilted on its axis. There is nobody better suited to make sense of this moment—the lessons learned, the harsh realities that have been revealed, and America's changing role in the world—than Niall Ferguson. Niall is a columnist at The Free Press. He is also senior fellow at the Hoover Institution at Stanford, the author of 16 books, and one of the most influential historians of our time. This conversation with Niall was a Free Press livestream. To never miss those conversations, and to be able to join them as they unfold, become a subscriber at thefp.com. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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