Podcasts about France

Forty years ago, in November 1985, two of the world's most powerful leaders met for the first time. With Cold War tensions running high and the nuclear arms race dominating global politics, US President Ronald Reagan and Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev came together for the first time at the Geneva Summit. Using archive recordings, Megan Jones explores what happened during this landmark meeting.Eye-witness accounts brought to life by archive. Witness History is for those fascinated by the past. We take you to the events that have shaped our world through the eyes of the people who were there. For nine minutes every day, we take you back in time and all over the world, to examine wars, coups, scientific discoveries, cultural moments and much more. Recent episodes explore everything from the death of Adolf Hitler, the first spacewalk and the making of the movie Jaws, to celebrity tortoise Lonesome George, the Kobe earthquake and the invention of superglue. We look at the lives of some of the most famous leaders, artists, scientists and personalities in history, including: Eva Peron – Argentina's Evita; President Ronald Reagan and his famous ‘tear down this wall' speech; Thomas Keneally on why he wrote Schindler's List; and Jacques Derrida, France's ‘rock star' philosopher. You can learn all about fascinating and surprising stories, such as the civil rights swimming protest; the disastrous D-Day rehearsal; and the death of one of the world's oldest languages.(Photo: Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev and US President Ronald Reagan at the Geneva Summit 1985. Credit: Universal History Archive/Getty Images)

More than two centuries since her execution, Marie Antoinette continues to influence fashion and culture, and is now the subject of a major new exhibition at the V&A South Kensington, Marie Antoinette Style. Jen catches up with senior curator of the exhibition, Sarah Grant, to talk about the ill-fated former queen of France, why she still fascinates as a cultural icon, and if it's fair to compare her to Kim Kardashian. Marie Antoinette Style is showing at the V&A South Kensington until March 2026, and you can find out more about V&A Academy courses here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Join Annie Sargent and Elyse Rivin as they dive deep into the tragic and brilliant life of Vincent van Gogh. This episode isn't just about his iconic paintings—it's about the man behind the masterpieces. Elyse, with her deep knowledge of art history and her gift for storytelling, guides us through Van Gogh's tumultuous journey. From his early struggles in the Netherlands to his transformative years in France, we explore how his experiences shaped his art—and how his art, in turn, shaped the world. Listen to this episode ad-free Van Gogh's life was marked by failure, rejection, and mental health struggles. Elyse explains how these challenges fueled his creativity. As a young man, he tried—and failed—at careers as an art dealer, a preacher, and even a Bible translator. His family didn't know what to do with him, and his father even considered sending him to a mental hospital. But it was his brother, Theo, who became his lifeline. Theo provided financial and emotional support, allowing Vincent to focus on painting. This support gave him the freedom to experiment, leading to the bold, vibrant style we associate with him today. Paris was a turning point for Van Gogh. Elyse paints a vivid picture of his time there, living in Montmartre, meeting artists like Toulouse-Lautrec and Pissarro, and discovering new techniques. He hated the city at first, but over time, he began to embrace its energy. His move to Arles was another pivotal moment. He dreamed of creating an artists' colony there, but his relationship with Gauguin ended in disaster. Despite the chaos, this period was incredibly productive. He painted masterpieces like Starry Night Over the Rhône and Sunflowers. After his breakdown in Arles, Van Gogh was committed to an asylum in Saint-Rémy-de-Provence. Elyse's account of this time is heartbreaking yet inspiring. He continued to paint, creating some of his most famous works, including Wheat Fields and more versions of Starry Night. His final days in Auvers-sur-Oise were marked by relentless painting and a tragic end. This episode isn't just about art—it's about humanity, perseverance, and the cost of genius. If you love stories that move you, this is a must-listen. Subscribe to Join Us in France on your favorite podcast app so you never miss an episode. And if you're planning a trip to France, don't forget to check out Elyse's Toulouse Guided Walks for an unforgettable experience.  Table of Contents for this Episode [00:00:15] Introduction [00:00:31] Today on the podcast [00:01:03] Podcast supporters [00:01:33] Bootcamp 2026 [00:01:47] Magazine segment [00:02:25] Vincent Van Gogh with Elyse [00:03:38] Van Gogh's Life in France [00:04:57] The Universal Appeal of Van Gogh's Art [00:05:53] Why do people love his work? [00:09:30] Early Life and Family Background [00:13:49] Struggles with Mental Health and Career Choices [00:14:20] Moving to The Hague [00:16:09] Moving to London [00:21:06] Moving to Paris [00:23:26] Back to England [00:28:04] Returning home [00:28:55] The Decision to Become an Artist [00:29:24] Early Artistic Endeavors and Family Support [00:37:18] Van Gogh's Time in Paris [00:38:38] Van Gogh's Literary Influences [00:39:23] Return to Holland and Artistic Evolution [00:40:28] Personal Struggles and Relationships [00:42:06] Paris and Artistic Friendships [00:45:02] The Move to Arles [00:47:24] The Yellow House and Artistic Breakthrough [00:52:53] Mental Health Struggles and Saint-Rémy [00:59:11] Final Days in Auvers-sur-Oise [01:04:27] Legacy and Impact [01:09:40] Copyright More episodes about art in France #VanGogh, #VincentVanGogh, #ArtHistory, #StarryNight, #Sunflowers, #PostImpressionism, #FrenchArt, #ArtLovers, #ArtistsLife, #TragicGenius, #JoinUsInFrance, #FrancePodcast, #TravelFrance, #FrenchCulture, #ExploreFrance, #DiscoverFrance, #FranceTravelTips, #RealFrance, #Francophile, #FranceAdventures

Stu Holden and David Mosse are here with a LIVE episode of State of the Union to break down the USMNT's 2-1 victory over Paraguay. It was a successful night as both Gio Reyna and Folarin Balogun scored as the USA continued towards next summer's World Cup with a win. Stu and Mosse discussed the impact of the returning Sergiño Dest as well as a new backline combination. Around the world, World Cup qualifying is coming to an end as chaos reigns in Concacaf while Kylian Mbappé and France officially booked their tickets with Erling Haaland and Norway close behind. Intro (0:00)Starting XI: Back 3 is here to stay (2:39)Gio Reyna legacy game (5:50)FIGHT! (18:49)Baby Nats fall to Morocco again (24:15)WCQ: CONCACAF down to the WIRE (29:07)Brazilian Pulisic = Star (38:50) Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

The British government has set out plans for sweeping changes to its asylum system to address public concerns about uncontrolled immigration. Under the proposals, refugees granted asylum will have to wait twenty years before they can apply for permanent settlement instead of five years. Also in the programme: a planned auction in Germany of artefacts from prisoners of Nazi concentration camps has been cancelled; people in Ecuador have been voting in a referendum on on whether to allow the return of foreign military bases to help combat organised crime; and we speak to writer Jana Bakunina on her new book The Good Russian: In Search of a Nation's Soul.(File photo: A group of migrants on an inflatable dinghy leave the coast of northern France in an attempt to cross the English Channel on July 17, 2025. Credit: REUTERS/Gonzalo Fuentes)

À l'occasion du dixième anniversaire des attentats de novembre à Paris, la France prépare un hommage officiel avant le match contre l'Ukraine.Traduction :On the tenth anniversary of the November 2015 Paris attacks, France plans an official tribute ahead of the Ukraine match. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Dr. Al Grauer hosts. Dr. Albert D. Grauer ( @Nmcanopus ) is an observational asteroid hunting astronomer. Dr. Grauer retired from the University of Arkansas at Little Rock in 2006. travelersinthenight.org From August 2025. Today's 2 topics: - The Trappist-1 planetary system located about 40 light years away in the constellation of Aquarius consists of a small red dwarf star and 7 Earth sized planets. By carefully studying changes in the planet's transit timings and the shape of the dip in the host star's brightness as each planet transits across it, astronomers have been able to measure the orbital period, radius, and approximate mass for each of the 7 planets.   - Recently my Catalina Sky Survey teammate Richard Kowalski discovered 2017 MB1, a 0.4 mile diameter asteroid with the Catalina Sky Survey Schmidt telescope on Mt. Bigelow, AZ. Two hours and 11 minutes later it came into a set images I obtained with the 60 inch telescope on Mt. Lemmon, AZ. After I reported it, the new object was tracked by telescopes in Arizona, New Zealand, Slovenia, Kansas, Australia, Hungary, France, and Brazil.   We've added a new way to donate to 365 Days of Astronomy to support editing, hosting, and production costs.  Just visit: https://www.patreon.com/365DaysOfAstronomy and donate as much as you can! Share the podcast with your friends and send the Patreon link to them too!  Every bit helps! Thank you! ------------------------------------ Do go visit http://www.redbubble.com/people/CosmoQuestX/shop for cool Astronomy Cast and CosmoQuest t-shirts, coffee mugs and other awesomeness! http://cosmoquest.org/Donate This show is made possible through your donations.  Thank you! (Haven't donated? It's not too late! Just click!) ------------------------------------ The 365 Days of Astronomy Podcast is produced by the Planetary Science Institute. http://www.psi.edu Visit us on the web at 365DaysOfAstronomy.org or email us at info@365DaysOfAstronomy.org.

Chaque dimanche, Gavin's Clemente Ruiz explore la richesse des églises de France, en révélant leur histoire, leur singularité, ainsi que les activités culturelles et spirituelles qui les animent. Dans ce nouvel épisode de “L'Eglise au milieu du village”, Aix-en-Provence, en Provence, pour découvrir l'église Saint-Jean de Malte, qui abrite un tableau d'Eugène Delacroix.L'Eglise au milieu du village est un podcast issu de l'émission Le Club de l'été sur Europe 1.- Présentation : Gavin's Clemente Ruiz - Diffusion : Clara MénardHébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Le tourisme en France rebondit en 2024, avec un afflux massif de visiteurs étrangers, redynamisant l'économie locale dans les régions touristiques.Translation in English:Tourism in France rebounds in 2024, with a massive influx of foreign visitors, revitalizing the local economy in tourist regions. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Vous aimez notre peau de caste ? Soutenez-nous ! https://www.lenouvelespritpublic.fr/abonnementUne émission de Philippe Meyer, enregistrée au studio l'Arrière-boutique le 14 novembre 2025.Avec cette semaine :Nicolas Baverez, essayiste et avocat.Antoine Foucher, consultant, spécialiste des questions sociales, auteur de Sortir du travail qui ne paie plus.Béatrice Giblin, directrice de la revue Hérodote et fondatrice de l'Institut Français de Géopolitique.Richard Werly, correspondant à Paris du quotidien helvétique en ligne Blick.CONSOMMATEUR OU CITOYEN : LES CONTRADICTIONS FRANÇAISESDominant dans le commerce en ligne, Shein, le géant chinois de la mode jetable, s'est installé le 5 novembre pour la première fois en boutique, au BHV parisien puis progressivement dans des Galeries Lafayette franchisées à Dijon, Reims, Grenoble, Angers et Limoges. Une arrivée qui provoque un tollé dans le secteur. Spécialiste de la mode éphémère – une production caractérisée par le renouvellement ultra-rapide des collections à des prix cassés dépourvus de normes sociales et environnementales –, le géant chinois a été condamnée à 40 millions d'euros d'amendes par la Direction générale de la répression des fraudes pour « pratiques commerciales trompeuses », puis à 150 millions d'euros par la Commission nationale de l'informatique et des libertés pour « non-respect du consentement des internautes » dans la collecte de leurs données. Adoptée par l'Assemblée nationale puis amendée par le Sénat en juin 2025, la proposition de loi visant à « démoder la mode éphémère grâce à un système de bonus-malus » revient au cœur des débats.Le chiffre d'affaires de Shein en France (son deuxième marché dans le monde après les États-Unis) était de plus de 1,5 milliard d'euros en 2024. Cette année-là, l'Institut français de la mode a estimé que 35 % des Français ont acheté au moins un produit sur la plateforme Shein, qui compte plus de 12 millions d'utilisateurs par mois. Ces derniers savent pertinemment ce qui est reproché à l'entreprise, ses pratiques contestées et l'impact que son essor à sur le prêt-à-porter français. N'importe. Le caractère compulsif de l'achat est plus fort. Dans un pays pourtant obsédé par la reconquête de sa « souveraineté », qui tient la mondialisation en horreur, le consommateur agit souvent à rebours des convictions du citoyen.Ainsi, si selon un sondage Ipsos BVA, les Français placent sans surprise le prix en tête des critères guidant leurs achats (62 %), devant la qualité (58 %) et la durabilité (32 %) des vêtements, toutefois, 49 % des sondés expriment une « mauvaise opinion » à l'égard de la qualité des produits. Et 52 % désapprouvent l'installation d'une boutique Shein au BHV. Une nette majorité approuverait des mesures « pour freiner le développement des géants chinois de l'habillement en France et en Europe ». En Dr Jekyll et Mr Hyde, nous exigeons du gouvernement ou de l'Union européenne qu'ils régulent les opérateurs dont les pratiques mettent à mal notre économie, nos emplois et la planète, quand nous achetons leurs produits et leurs services. Et ce n'est pas vrai que dans le secteur de la mode ou du textile… Philippe Moati, cofondateur de l'Observatoire société et consommation prévient : « En cas de désaccord entre le citoyen et le consommateur, c'est le consommateur qui gagne quand l'offre est très attractive.COP 30L'objectif de limiter le réchauffement climatique à 1,5°C par rapport à l'ère préindustrielle, figurant dans l'Accord de Paris il y a 10 ans, est « sur le point de s'effondrer », a averti fin septembre le secrétaire général de l'ONU Antonio Guterres. Du 10 au 21 novembre, la COP 30 est réunie à Belém, au Brésil aux portes de l'Amazonie. Le président brésilien Lula entend faire des forêts l'un de ses sujets principaux de cette conférence. Il souhaite y formaliser un fonds d'un nouveau genre, une « Facilité de financement des forêts tropicales » visant 125 milliards de dollars de collecte, placés sur les marchés financiers. Les bénéfices rémunéreront des pays à forte couverture forestière et à faible déforestation pour leurs efforts de conservation. Cinq autres États disposant de forêts tropicales ont rejoint le projet (Colombie, Ghana, République démocratique du Congo, Indonésie et Malaisie). Par ailleurs, cinq pays développés qui pourraient investir à l'avenir travaillent à organiser l'initiative (Allemagne, Émirats arabes unis, France, Norvège et Royaume-Uni).Depuis 2015, chaque pays doit soumettre tous les cinq ans une feuille de route climatique détaillant sa stratégie de réduction des émissions de gaz à effet de serre, afin de mesurer leurs efforts pour atteindre les objectifs de l'Accord de Paris. Mais alors que ces « contributions déterminées au niveau national » devaient être rendues avant la fin du mois de septembre, dans un contexte géopolitique tourmenté, où les guerres, les conflits commerciaux et la pression du président américain climatosceptique qui s'est retiré de l'Accord de Paris ont relégué le climat au second plan. Ainsi, la majorité des pays n'avaient pas rendu leur copie à la veille de la conférence, tandis que les États-Unis n'enverront pas de représentants de haut niveau à Belém.En 2019, la Commission européenne lançait le pacte vert pour l'Europe, avec un objectif ambitieux : faire de l'Europe le premier continent climatiquement neutre d'ici à 2050. Mais sous la pression de lobbies agricoles et depuis le virage à droite et à l'extrême droite du Parlement après les élections de 2024, la copie initiale est peu à peu revue à la baisse : abandon de la loi sur les pesticides, assouplissement de la politique agricole commune, remise en question de l'interdiction des voitures thermiques d'ici à 2035, de la finance durable et de la responsabilité des entreprises… En France, après avoir clamé « Make our planet great again (« Rendez sa grandeur à la planète »), Emmanuel Macron se montre moins écologiste au fil de ses deux mandats. Son gouvernement n'a pas tenu sa promesse de sortie du glyphosate en trois ans, a édulcoré la loi zéro artificialisation nette et délivre encore des permis d'hydrocarbures. Il entend compenser son peu d'allant dans le développement des énergies renouvelables par la relance du nucléaire. Cependant, selon un sondage Ipsos, 89% des Français disent leur inquiétude face à l'aggravation de la crise climatique.Chaque semaine, Philippe Meyer anime une conversation d'analyse politique, argumentée et courtoise, sur des thèmes nationaux et internationaux liés à l'actualité. Pour en savoir plus : www.lenouvelespritpublic.frHébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

C dans l'air l'invitée du 15 novembre 2025 avec Pauline de Saint Rémy, directrice adjointe de la rédaction de PoliticoL'invitée C dans l'air du jour est Pauline de Saint Rémy, directrice adjointe de la rédaction de Politico qui a dirigé l'ouvrage collectif "La surprise du chef : de la dissolution aux élections, 28 jours qui ont stupéfié la France" paru aux éditions Denoël.Elle va revenir sur la décision du gouvernement de suspendre les débats parlementaires ce week-end, pour cause de "fatigue", sur les discussions à l'Assemblée autour du budget en évoquant notamment le vote de la suspension de la réforme des retraites. Et enfin, évoquer l'absence d'Emmanuel Macron sur la scène nationale, alors qu'il redescend dans l'arène pour le sommet Choose France qui s'ouvre lundi.

Pour découvrir la collection NV Gallery rendez-vous sur ce lien https://link.influxcrew.com/nvgallery-Legend2Collaboration Commerciale avec NV Gallery, merci à eux de nous avoir accompagné dans l'aménagement des studios LEGEND.Merci à Lorànt Deutsch d'être venu sur LegendLorànt, écrivain et animateur français, a accepté pour Legend de partager avec nous son savoir débordant. Avec lui, nous avons plongé au cœur de l'histoire de France, découvrant les grands mystères qu'elle renferme.Retrouvez la boutique LEGEND ➡️ https://shop.legend-group.fr/Pour toutes demandes de partenariats : legend@influxcrew.comRetrouvez-nous sur tous les réseaux LEGEND !Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/legendmediafrInstagram : https://www.instagram.com/legendmedia/TikTok : https://www.tiktok.com/@legendTwitter : https://twitter.com/legendmediafrSnapchat : https://t.snapchat.com/CgEvsbWV Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Hier, nous revenions avec Laura Martel sur les attentats de Paris et Saint-Denis. Le 13 novembre 2015, des terroristes franco-belges dirigés de Syrie attaquent à la kalachnikov et par commandos-suicide bardés d'explosifs les alentours du Stade de France, les terrasses des bars du centre de Paris et la salle de concert du Bataclan. Aujourd'hui, Manon Chapelain nous emmène en Syrie sur les pistes empruntées par l'organisation État islamique. En 2è partie, les attentats de Londres en juillet 2005. En Syrie, sur les traces de l'État islamique Dix ans après les attentats de Paris et Saint-Denis, les milliers de combattants étrangers partis rejoindre l'organisation État Islamique sont toujours présents sur le territoire syrien. La plupart sont retenus dans les camps et prisons du nord-est du pays. Leur sort est une question épineuse pour le gouvernement de transition, qui doit aussi composer avec la présence de cellules dormantes de l'organisation à travers le pays. Notre correspondante à Damas a parcouru la Syrie à la rencontre de ces jihadistes étrangers et des nostalgiques de l'organisation pour essayer de comprendre ce qui demeure du califat. Un Grand reportage de Manon Chapelain qui s'entretient avec Jacques Allix. Royaume-Uni, le 7 juillet 2005: 20 ans plus tard, des blessures toujours à vif Il y a dix ans, le 13 novembre 2015, Paris et Saint-Denis étaient frappés par une série d'attentats coordonnés, revendiquée par l'État islamique. Bilan :130 morts. Mais ce n'est pas le premier attentat en France. Et ailleurs en Europe, le terrorisme frappe régulièrement depuis longtemps, en particulier au Royaume-Uni. Londres, la capitale, a subi des dizaines d'attentats à travers les siècles : conspiration des poudres en 1605, IRA irlandaise, vague d'attaques au couteau à partir de 2015. Mais la véritable déflagration pour la société britannique, dix ans avant le Bataclan et Saint-Denis, ce sont les attentats du 7 juillet 2005. Au cœur de Londres, quatre bombes explosent en même temps dans les transports. 52 innocents périssent ainsi dans les bus et métro de la capitale. Un Grand reportage d'Emeline Vin qui s'entretient avec Jacques Allix.  

Ancien judoka de haut niveau, David Inquel a toujours été animé par l'esprit de compétition et la passion du sport. Passionné, il a connu l'intensité des tapis, l'école du judo, et la réalité du haut niveau en France. Après une belle carrière sportive et plusieurs années à l'INSEP au cœur d'une génération dorée du judo français, il tourne la page… pour mieux rebondir dans l'entrepreneuriat !Vidéo disponible sur YouTube !

Les Bleus ont battu les Fidji samedi soir (34-21), mais ils ne se sont pas rassurés et n'ont pas plus de certitudes qu'après leur large défaite face aux Boks. Alors qu'il reste un match à disputer contre des Wallabies en petite forme, cette tournée peut-elle encore être une réussite ? Quels seront les enseignements de ce mois de novembre ? Débat dans Crunch.Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

REDIFF - Figure incontournable de la résistance algérienne face à la conquête française, l'émir Abd el-Kader ne fut pas seulement un chef de guerre. Stratège redoutable, il fédéra les tribus et opposa une résistance acharnée avant de se rendre en 1847. Exilé en France, il gagna le respect de Napoléon III, qui le libéra en 1852. Réfugié en Syrie, il s'illustra en 1860 en protégeant les chrétiens de Damas, prouvant que son combat était avant tout guidé par l'honneur et la foi. Crédits : Lorànt Deutsch, Bruno Calvès Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Une actrice devenue "la madonne des Argentins", l'origine de la dynastie la plus longue de l'histoire de France, deux frères inventeurs... Découvrez le programme de la semaine du 17 au 21 novembre 2025. Chaque dimanche dans un podcast inédit, au micro de Chloé Lacrampe, Lorànt Deutsch présente le programme à venir dans "Entrez dans l'Histoire". Retrouvez l'émission du lundi au vendredi, de 15h à 15h30 sur RTL. Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Aujourd'hui, on va parler des bonnes habitudes à prendre pour prévenir le diabète, une maladie qui touche plus de 3 millions de personnes en France. C'est une maladie qui ne survient pas brutalement. Elle est précédée d'une phase plus ou moins longue de dérèglement de la glycémie. Les médecins parlent alors de pré-diabète. Il faut alors revoir son alimentation, consommer moins de sucre, faire attention à son poids, et faire du sport ! Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Le tourisme en France rebondit en 2024, avec un afflux massif de visiteurs étrangers, redynamisant l'économie locale dans les régions touristiques.Translation in English:Tourism in France rebounds in 2024, with a massive influx of foreign visitors, revitalizing the local economy in tourist regions. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Dominique Rizet, en compagnie de Pauline Revenaz, revient sur de grandes affaires policières et judiciaires faisant l'actualité. Chaque week-end, l'émission pilotée par Philippe Gaudin avec à ses côtés Dominique Rizet, consultant police/justice BFMTV, traite d'un événement majeur de la semaine, ainsi que d'autres affaires qui sont revenues sur le devant de la scène. BFMTV, 1ère chaine d'information en continu de France, vous propose toute l'info en temps réel avec 18h d'antenne live par jour et des directs partout à travers le monde où l'actualité le nécessite. BFMTV, c'est aussi les débats et les grands reportages d'actualité. Retrouvez BFMTV sur le canal 15 de la TNT et sur BFMTV.com.

Dominique Rizet, en compagnie de Pauline Revenaz, revient sur de grandes affaires policières et judiciaires faisant l'actualité. Chaque week-end, l'émission pilotée par Philippe Gaudin avec à ses côtés Dominique Rizet, consultant police/justice BFMTV, traite d'un événement majeur de la semaine, ainsi que d'autres affaires qui sont revenues sur le devant de la scène. BFMTV, 1ère chaine d'information en continu de France, vous propose toute l'info en temps réel avec 18h d'antenne live par jour et des directs partout à travers le monde où l'actualité le nécessite. BFMTV, c'est aussi les débats et les grands reportages d'actualité. Retrouvez BFMTV sur le canal 15 de la TNT et sur BFMTV.com.

Dominique Rizet, en compagnie de Pauline Revenaz, revient sur de grandes affaires policières et judiciaires faisant l'actualité. Chaque week-end, l'émission pilotée par Pauline Revenaz avec à ses côtés Dominique Rizet, consultant police/justice BFMTV, traite d'un événement majeur de la semaine, ainsi que d'autres affaires qui sont revenues sur le devant de la scène. BFMTV, 1ère chaine d'information en continu de France, vous propose toute l'info en temps réel avec 18h d'antenne live par jour et des directs partout à travers le monde où l'actualité le nécessite. BFMTV, c'est aussi les débats et les grands reportages d'actualité. Retrouvez BFMTV sur le canal 15 de la TNT et sur BFMTV.com.

« Je crois être apprécié en Algérie » : une petite phrase signée Laurent Nunez, le ministre français de l'Intérieur, que n'aurait certainement pas prononcée son prédécesseur Bruno Retailleau, très remonté contre l'Algérie. Laurent Nunez, interrogé par La Tribune Dimanche, après la libération cette semaine de l'écrivain franco-algérien Boualem Sansal. « Cette libération a-t-elle été facilitée par le départ de Bruno Retailleau ? », lui demande d'emblée La Tribune Dimanche. « Je ne dirais pas ça, répond diplomatiquement Laurent Nunez, ce qui a permis de renouer avec l'Algérie, c'est d'abord notre volonté affichée, au sein du gouvernement, de rediscuter ». « Vos liens personnels ont-ils pu jouer dans le changement d'attitude d'Alger ? », demande encore le journal au ministre de l'Intérieur qui répond : « Peut-être. J'ai des origines pieds-noirs et je crois être apprécié en Algérie, pays avec lequel j'ai toujours beaucoup travaillé. » Peut-on alors parler de « normalisation » des relations avec l'Algérie ? Évoquant la libération de Boualem Sansal, le ministre parle d'un « geste d'humanité » et « d'un geste d'apaisement ». Évoquant aussi, la situation du journaliste français Christophe Gleize, toujours emprisonné en Algérie, Laurent Nunez explique que « son souhait le plus fort est qu'il soit, lui aussi, libéré ».  Résister à Vladimir Poutine « Les résistants de l'ombre » : c'est ainsi que L'Express appellent celles et ceux qui résistent encore au régime de Vladimir Poutine. Pas question toutefois d'aller à leur rencontre et de les interviewer sur place. « Les conversations, nous dit L'Express, ont eu lieu par la messagerie cryptée Signal. » Deux de ces résistants, « ont préféré garder leur caméra éteinte, au moment de témoigner. Tous ont relu, avant publication, leur interview, pour s'assurer qu'il n'y restait aucune information risquant de les identifier ». L'Express a ainsi interrogé Sofia, une activiste qui a rejoint l'ONG Mémorial, désormais dissoute… mais toujours vivante. Après l'invasion de l'Ukraine, raconte Sofia, « j'ai pensé à quitter le pays, puis je me suis dit : "C'est important de continuer à protester depuis la Russie. Si tout le monde s'en va, qui va agir ici ?" » « Avec Mémorial, raconte encore Sofia, j'organise des envois de lettres aux prisonniers politiques, je cherche des personnes prêtes à travailler avec nous, et je fais de l'activisme mémoriel. Cela consiste à afficher la mémoire dans la rue. » Par exemple, « apporter des fleurs à la pierre des Solovki », dédiée aux victimes du totalitarisme. Ceci étant, Sofia ne se berce pas d'illusions et reconnaît « qu'il est peu probable que l'État russe s'effondre bientôt. » Pagaille « Ailleurs aussi…  C'est le bordel », titre l'hebdomadaire Marianne, « l'instabilité gouvernementale et le désordre parlementaire ne touchent pas seulement Paris. La vie politique à Madrid, à Berlin, à Londres ou à la Haye, apparaît tout aussi tumultueuse ». En France, rappelle Marianne, « les députés français s'écharpent à coups d'amendements et d'invectives, menacent à chaque séance de renverser le quatrième gouvernement depuis septembre 2024, montent et démontent des coalitions plus ou moins baroques au gré des lois proposées. » Mais ce n'est guère mieux ailleurs, estime Marianne, qui prend pour exemple « le blocage budgétaire en Espagne », ou encore « les négociations qui s'étirent pendant des mois, aux Pays-Bas ou en Autriche, pour former des gouvernements stables ». Alors comment expliquer cette instabilité ? L'hebdomadaire rappelle d'abord que « depuis une quarantaine d'années, le continent européen vit à l'heure du néolibéralisme. »  Et pour Marianne, pas de doute : « Le refus de prendre en compte les préoccupations de la majorité populaire, diabolisée, a abouti en Europe à l'émergence de forces politiques populistes qui ont remis en cause le traditionnel bipartisme gauche-droite ».  D'où une instabilité croissante. Insaisissable Courrier international nous conseille la lecture d'un article du journal colombien El Malpensante, au sujet d'un célèbre voleur de livres. « John Alexander Cordona Peluza est connu comme le loup blanc à Bogota, raconte Courrier international. Voleur de livres en plein jour, pratiquement au vu et au su de tous, il tient un commerce clandestin d'ouvrages qui questionnent la société et prônent la rupture. » El Malpensante le décrit comme un homme « au cuir épais tanné par la rue », avec « aux oreilles deux anneaux en métal » et « un double piercing à la bouche ». Alors pourquoi cet homme vole-t-il des livres ? Selon le journaliste d'El Malpensante qui s'est penché sur la question, « il ne vole pas par conviction idéologique. Il ne se voit pas en justicier de la culture, en grand saboteur du système. Les témoignages que j'ai recueillis concordent (précise le journaliste). Pour lui, le vol est une farce conçue au millimètre près. Un mélange de calcul, d'invisibilité et d'adrénaline ». Bref, un voleur littéralement insaisissable...   À lire aussiLibération de Boualem Sansal par l'Algérie: la diplomatie française en question

DEMAIN je reçois Antoine Grimaud : on parle d'entrepreneuriat, et comment capter la valeur créée.Il a monté Payplug aux US -il a refusé une offre de rachat de Stripe, il est ensuite rentré en France, puis a revendu Payplug à BPCE.

Paws up! Lady Gaga est de retour en France, et elle a choisi Lyon pour débuter ses 6 dates dans l'Hexagone. Avec Karim et Loup du podcast Replay on a assisté au concert et on a débriefé le concert directement après le show... sur le parking de la salle !J'espère que cet épisode à chaud vous plaira, bonne écoute !Vous pouvez retrouver le podcast Replay sur Instagram @replay.popcast

Pas de temps de s'échauffer, les "Grandes Gueules du Sport" démarrent fort dès 9h30 : la UNE c'est l'actu brûlante du sport, entre infos, analyses et débats.

"Les GG remontent le temps pour vous faire vivre les grands moments d'Histoire du sport !"

Dans ses récits de voyage comme dans ses romans, l'autrice naturaliste française a toujours préféré les chemins de traverse et les replis du territoire, pour aller chercher l'âme des lieux et des peuples.  Quand elle était petite, Clara Arnaud raconte avoir longtemps eu sur sa table de chevet un globe lumineux, éclairant ses rêves d'ailleurs comme ses veillées nocturnes à bouquiner en cachette de ses parents. Depuis, à 38 ans, l'écrivaine française a déjà publié plusieurs récits de voyage et trois romans, le dernier «Et vous passerez comme des vents fous» ayant reçu de nombreuses distinctions et rencontré le succès en France.  Rencontrer les lieux et ceux qui les peuplent, en livrer l'esprit, une boussole et un carnet de notes en poche, c'est ce qui semble avoir toujours guidé l'autrice nomade, dans ses écrits à mots pesés, comme dans ses voyages à pas lents, toujours à pied et souvent accompagnée d'un cheval. Après des échappées kirghizes, des itinérances en Chine avec deux chevaux, dans le Caucase aussi, ou après deux ans d'expatriation en République Démocratique du Congo, puis au Honduras, Clara Arnaud a désormais posé ses valises dans le Couserans, dans les Pyrénées ariégeoises, en France. C'est de là qu'elle a puisé l'inspiration pour écrire son dernier roman peuplé d'ours et de bergers qui vient questionner notre rapport au sauvage, dans une écriture à fleur de peau et de territoire. Consciente qu'il n'y a pas qu'un seul monde, Clara Arnaud intercède à sa manière, se plaçant aux coutures des mondes animal, végétal ou humain reliés souvent entre eux sans le savoir. Ce faisant, elle arpente, débusque et interroge nos géographies sensibles, en mettant le corps en mouvement, parfois à l'épreuve, dans des espaces grands et sauvages de préférence.  Une rencontre initialement diffusée en novembre 2024. Bibliographie : - «Au détour du Caucase. Conversation avec un cheval». Clara Arnaud. Éditions Actes Sud. Poche Babe. 2024- «Et vous passerez comme des vents fous». Clara Arnaud. Éditions Actes Sud. 2023- «La verticale du fleuve». Clara Arnaud. Éditions Actes Sud. 2021- «L'orage». Clara Arnaud. Éditions Gaïa. 2015.

J'ai eu le plaisir d'échanger avec Céline Corno, Directrice du plan de compétences en intelligence artificielle chez Microsoft. Un entretien passionnant, concret, et porteur d'espoir.

Voici le 16ᵉ épisode de la 4ᵉ saison de La Bande à D+, présenté par Nicolas Fréret du média Distances+, avec :– le cofondateur du média satirique Les Genoux dans le GIF, Robin Schmitt– l'ultra-traileur, aventurier et préparateur mental Stéphane Brogniart

Dans le palmarès cette semaine, deux innovateurs qui se distinguent par la qualité de leurs travaux, qui font de l'Afrique une terre d'excellence scientifique. Sur la première marche du podium cette semaine, un ingénieur originaire du Burkina Faso, diplômé de l'école d'ingénieurs Polytechnique de Nantes, Sékou Ouedraogo, possède également un master de l'Ecole Nationale des Mines de Paris et un troisième cycle en relations internationales approfondies du Centre d'études diplomatiques et stratégiques de Paris. Passionné d'aérospatiale, son ambition est de faire de ce secteur un outil de développement pour le continent. La seconde tête d'affiche, est également ingénieur, originaire du Cameroun. Douglas Mbiandou est diplômé de l'Institut national des sciences appliquées (INSA) Lyon. Après avoir développé des applications en France, en Suisse et aux États-Unis il y a 20 ans, il a fondé Osgi, un centre de formation spécialisé dans les technologies Java, Web et mobile.

Avec SNCF Connect, gérez tous vos déplacements en quelques clics.Retrouvez au même endroit tous les services utiles pour planifier, réserver et gérer vos trajets du quotidien comme vos grands voyages.Nous avons à cœur de vous permettre de créer ou de vous recréer de beaux souvenirs et plus globalement vous accompagner dans tous vos moments de vie.#SNCFConnectHello bank! Pro, c'est la banque en ligne de BNP Paribas pensée pour les indépendants.Un compte pro complet dès l'ouverture : virements et prélèvements illimités, encaissements simples, carte, assurance, épargne, ****crédit ****et outils de facturation.Avec un vrai plus : une équipe de conseillers spécialisés, certifiés et basés en France pour vous accompagner au quotidien.Hello bank! Pro : l'efficacité du digital, la fiabilité d'un grand groupe, le soutien d'experts pour votre activité. https://www.hellobankpro.fr?perf_origine=BRA358Juste après notre ascension du Mont Blanc, j'échange avec Olivier Ramel, entrepreneur depuis plus de dix ans, passionné par les projets qui ont du sens.C'était sa première vraie ascension, et sans doute l'un des plus grands défis de sa vie.Dans cet échange à chaud, Olivier partage les émotions brutes de cette aventure :la peur, les doutes, la fierté, le lâcher-prise, et cette conviction simple mais puissante :“Quand tu veux, tu peux. À condition de ne jamais abandonner.”De la préparation physique à la descente qu'il décrit comme “l'enfer”, il raconte avec sincérité ce que la montagne lui a appris sur la résilience, la patience, et la force du collectif.Au programme :Pourquoi il a accepté l'aventure sans hésiterLe parallèle entre la montagne et la vie d'entrepreneurL'importance du mental quand le corps lâcheCe qu'il a ressenti en atteignant le sommetEt comment on redescend… quand on ne veut plus redescendre

Charles Marinakis est l'invité de ce nouvel épisode de Mon Podcast Immo. Au micro d'Ariane Artinian, le président de Century 21 France livre un point complet sur la conjoncture immobilière. Selon lui, la fin 2024 et le premier semestre 2025 ont confirmé la reprise : conditions d'accès au crédit favorables, prix légèrement orientés à la hausse et un marché « tonique » affichant une croissance à deux chiffres. Une dynamique qui surprend, malgré un contexte politique et budgétaire agité.« Ce marché se rééquilibre toujours, il est éternel et perpétuel », rappelle-t-il, soulignant la capacité historique du marché immobilier en France à s'autoréguler. Il alerte toutefois sur l'investissement locatif, paralysé par l'absence de cadre fiscal clair, et appelle à des mesures simples plutôt qu'à des « usines à gaz ».Côté conseil, il se veut catégorique : l'investissement locatif reste l'un des placements les plus rentables sur 25 ans, grâce à la plus-value à terme, bien souvent oubliée dans les calculs. Et dans les grandes villes comme Paris, Lyon ou Marseille, la demande pour les biens de qualité demeure forte.« L'immobilier, on le fait avec passion ou on ne le fait pas », affirme-t-il, invitant les candidats aux métiers du secteur à s'engager pleinement.Cet épisode a été enregistré en live du RENT - d'où le fond sonore. Animé par Ariane Artinian, journaliste et fondatrice du média MySweetImmo

C'est le dernier match de la sélection française en 2025. Déplacement en Azerbaïdjan en fin d'après-midi pour terminer cette campagne de qualifications à la Coupe du Monde 2026. Le match est sans enjeu, la France est qualifiée, l'Azerbaïdjan éliminé. Après son entrée fulgurante face à l'Ukraine, Hugo Ekitike sera titulaire à Baku. Son profil est-il parfait pour la France ? Est-il le 9 dont la France a besoin ? Comment au mieux orchestrer l'attaque des hommes de Didier Deschamps ? Dans ce match sans enjeu, qui a des points à marquer ? Qui doit impressionner le sélectionneur ?

À quoi ressemblait le Dahomey de 1930 ? Une exposition historico-ethnographique se tient actuellement au musée Albert-Kahn de Boulogne-Billancourt, en banlieue de Paris, jusqu'en juin prochain. On y découvre des centaines de clichés et de films pris à l'époque par une expédition financée par l'homme d'affaires Albert Kahn, et organisée par un prêtre missionnaire, le père Aupiais. L'exposition s'intitule « Bénin aller-retour, regards sur le Dahomey de 1930 ».  En janvier 1930, un drôle d'équipage quitte Paris pour le Dahomey. L'opérateur Frédéric Gadmer transporte de lourdes caméras et des appareils capables de produire des autochromes en couleurs, ancêtres de la diapositive. À ses côtés, se tient le père missionnaire Francis Aupiais. Un bien curieux missionnaire. Censé évangéliser le Dahomey, il tombe amoureux de sa culture et de sa religion, le vodun.  « C'est un personnage très intéressant, parce qu'il est complètement acteur de la colonisation et, à la fois, c'est quelqu'un qui n'a pas du tout les préjugés de son époque », explique Julien Faure-Conorton, l'un des commissaires de l'exposition. Ce dernier a travaillé pendant des années sur les 1 102 clichés et les 140 bobines de films rapportés par l'expédition. Une équipée financée par le mécène Albert Kahn, soucieux de documenter les richesses du monde avant les bouleversements induits par le capitalisme. « Ce père missionnaire va aller voir Albert Kahn avec un projet double, qui est le projet officiel, à savoir documenter les œuvres missionnaires au Dahomey. Et puis de l'autre côté, ce dont on a l'impression qui constitue le vrai projet qui va être de documenter les pratiques cérémonielles, donc liées à la royauté, et les pratiques cultuelles liées en particulier au vodun. », poursuit Nathalie Doury, directrice du musée Albert-Kahn.  À lire aussiFrance: des milliers de photos du début du XXe siècle en ligne sur internet Il embarque ainsi sur les routes du Dahomey. Il est un opérateur soucieux d'exactitude documentaire et un missionnaire que sa hiérarchie regarde de biais en raison de sa fascination pour les colonisés. « Il utilise la culture traditionnelle du Dahomey pour démontrer la valeur de cette culture aux Européens. C'est pour cela qu'il se focalise sur les cérémonies vaudoues, les cérémonies royales et funéraires, parce qu'elles sont l'occasion pour lui de montrer la sophistication de la culture traditionnelle du Dahomey. Et donc finalement, par un raisonnement par l'absurde, de dire : "Vu que ces gens-là sont si sophistiqués, et que leurs cérémonies sont si élaborées, on ne peut pas les traiter comme des gens inférieurs" », décrypte Julien Faure-Conorton.  Près d'un siècle après, les commissaires ne se sont pas contentés de présenter les films et les autochromes dans une scénographie léchée. Ils ont aussi choisi d'interroger des artistes contemporains. « Il s'agissait déjà d'offrir des contrepoints thématiques, politiques aussi, sur le regard occidental. Et c'est pour cela que des artistes comme Ishola Akpo ou Roméo Mivekannin sont très importants, car ils permettent de contrebalancer ce poids historique qui est assez pesant sur ces images », précise David-Sean Thomas, co-commissaire. Sept artistes béninois et africains proposent donc des tableaux, des photos, des vidéos questionnant le regard ethnographique. L'exposition a aussi donné lieu à une collaboration scientifique avec des chercheurs béninois. Et tous les documents présentés sont d'ailleurs accessibles via internet au public international.  À lire aussiIndépendance du Dahomey

Elle lit Lacan, mais pas seulement. Elle a fait Sciences Po et moult paniers de basket. Aby Gaye, c'est son nom. Belle, grande, basketteuse professionnelle : double-championne d'Europe jeune et vice-championne du monde avec l'équipe de France. Les médailles d'or, d'argent et de bronze, ça la connaît. Hey, Aby Gaye, ça va les chevilles ? Ben justement… les chevilles, c'est le point faible de celle qui ne fait pas que lire, qui ne fait pas que des podcasts («Être et athlète», c'est le titre) non. Aby Gaye est non seulement un corps, mais c'est aussi une conscience tournée vers la terre mère : heureuse fondatrice de l'association Terang'Aby, l'estime de soi des jeunes Africaines en général & Sénégalaises en particulier (qui forcent un peu sur la dépigmentation) ça l'intéresse. Bref, Mademoiselle Gaye, c'est une tête bien faite, sur un corps d'athlète.  À consulter Terang'Aby.   Programmation de l'invitée : • 113 - Les princes de la ville • Kokoroko - Ewa inu.

The Time Riders: Part 8 A Date With Death. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Into the pit. Domitia was brought through the streets, which were lined with huge crowds watching her somberly. She was attended by at least twenty soldiers, who walked in silence around her. Accompanying them were her former sister Vestals and the Pontifex Maximus, one of the greatest priests in Rome and head of the state religion. It was he who ultimately was in charge of the Virgins, both choosing them and stripping them of their office if the need arose. He walked ahead of her, his face grave. Domitia wore a simple white tunic now, but all other signs of her former life were gone. Her magnificent braids were undone, and her brown hair hung down her back shamefully. The colors she'd been allowed to wear were missing. In times past, disgraced Virgins had been excoriated, possibly just beaten with a rod, but now, in the height of mighty Rome's power, the punishment was death, for endangering the city. But no one was insane enough to spill the blood of a Vestal Virgin, disgraced or not, so her execution was not so direct. She would be sent underground into a small chamber, with a stock of food and supplies, and locked in there until she starved to death, or succumbed to sickness. They weren't killing her, per se; she was merely shunned until she died. Such was the way of Imperial Rome. Her condemnation and pronouncement of her fate had already been declared, at the beginning of this long walk, meant to be a show of penitence before the face of all Rome. And as humiliated and crushed as she was, her foremost thought was about Bonosus, and his magnificent cock. Even now, being led through the streets, her cunt was wet and ached to feel him buried inside her. Before she knew it, they had arrived at their destination, a small area in the north of the city, with a plot dug into the ground. Stopping at its edge, she looked down inside; the walls were lined with wood, probably to prevent a collapse, and there seemed to be a small stool and a cot within. She heard hysterical sobbing from nearby, and turned her head to see her mother, her birth mother, Pompeneia, weeping from behind the barricade of guards and calling out to her. Domitia's heart ached for a moment, but then she turned her gaze back to the den prepared for her. Her fate was sealed. She glanced over to look at her sister Vestals, but they refused to look at her, staring ahead resolutely. She could see tears in dear Silla's eyes, though; she had hurt the Sisterhood badly, and this was how she was to pay for it. So be it. With all the dignity she could muster, Domitia swallowed her fear and stepped forward, turning and climbing down the ladder, descending roughly ten feet until she reached the earthen floor. There were small candles burning on some stone surfaces, allowing for dim light. She looked upward, and the last thing she saw was the face of the Pontifex Maximus looking down at her, his expression unreadable, before a heavy door was slammed down and locked, cutting off all light and all sound from above. She shuddered at the sound, her stomach twisting in knots. She knew that there was no way out. The door would be weighted, and guards set outside for weeks, to prevent anyone from trying to rescue her. Despite her fear, she looked around, noting the small amount of food supplies left for her, and a small, narrow hole dug in one corner where she was to relieve herself. It wouldn't do to have a Vestal Virgin stinking of shit, even a disgraced one, and even in death. The silence was almost terrifying. She slumped into the small chair left for her, shivering and biting her lip as she felt that her cunt was still wet, the sticky lips parting slightly as she spread her legs. Thoughts of Bonosus returned to her, and she couldn't help but reach down beneath her tunic and begin rubbing her fingers over herself. The fear she felt melted away as she tickled her throbbing clit and teased her warm nether lips. Domitia closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure. If she was to die in this hateful place, it would be while cumming, thinking of that magnificent cock, spurting inside her one last time; The wall opposite her creaked and opened, the stout wooden boards pulling away. Domitia almost yelped in shock, but she didn't stop playing with herself. She stared in astonishment as a tall blonde woman came inside, carrying a torch. Following her was Nanu, a slave-girl that Domitia would have sworn belonged to her parents. "Well, hello, Domitia," the blonde woman said, smiling at her. "I'm Lady Aurora Horatia, Bonosus' mistress. Are you ready to get out of here?" Domitia nodded, but then paused, reconsidering as her fingers plunged in and out of her molten cunt. "Can you; give me just a moment here?" the former Virgin asked sheepishly. Into the Arena. Mark winced and squinted as the great gate opened, allowing light to flood into the dark tunnel. The grinding and heaving of the gears that moved the iron-reinforced barriers echoed loudly, and his heart pounded in anxiety. He was almost hyperventilating, and he could feel the blood racing through his veins. Maybe taking the adrenalin tab he'd finally found stashed behind a loose brick wasn't such a good idea. And no instructions, either. He reminded himself to punch himself in the face when he saw himself again. Hey, at least he knew he survived. He felt himself shoved roughly out into the arena, looking around in bewilderment as tens of thousands of people all shouted and jeered at him. Part of the huge stadium was cast into shadow because of the giant canvas awning that covered a full third of its seating and the arena in the center. He thought it was called the Velarium, but he wasn't sure. The roaring noise of the crowds hurt his ears, and he felt dizzy. The tab's effects apparently hadn't evened out in him yet. Maybe he should have taken it earlier? Wearing his itchy burlap loincloth, a rope belt, sandals and nothing else, Mark wandered slowly toward the center of the sandy field, his cudgel in hand. The echoing sounds of the crowd were maddening, and he felt almost dizzy. What was the purpose of this damn tab, anyway? Guards approached him. His urge was to run, but where would he go? Trembling, he stood his ground and waited for them. One of them grabbed him roughly and spun him about to face something, shoving him to one knee. Mark gasped, but then looked up and paused. On the other side of the giant stadium, sitting in a shaded box, was a man wearing purple, surrounded by guards and other dignitaries. It had to be the Emperor. The most powerful man in the world. If only he knew which one it was. Maybe he could've gotten an autograph. He chuckled bitterly at his joke, but the guard holding him told him to shut up and slapped him across the back of the head. Mark's eyes snapped open and fury flared through him. He surged to his feet and his shoulder-block knocked the guard backwards, to the astonishment of the audience. The guard and another one nearby drew their weapons and were about to kill him, when trumpets blared from all around the perimeter of the Colosseum. Mark looked around warily, seeing the reaction of the crowds as the two guards withdrew. Drums sounded out now, and more trumpets. He looked over at the emperor, his eyes going wide as he noticed a familiar, stunning blonde woman in a seat next to him and watching Mark with a smirk. Kneeling beside her was Nanu. "Jesus, Becky, there's a million people in Rome; how many did you fuck?" he muttered, scowling. He heard the gates clanking open again and spun to face them, his heart racing again. From the dark tunnel strode a stout, bald man wearing leather armour on his shoulder and a metal-studded skirt, carrying a shield and wielding a small axe. "What is this, fetish night at the Colosseum?" Mark complained loudly as the man began to run toward him. Mark braced himself, watching warily. His earlier anxiety was being replaced by anger, and a desire to either flee or fight. He'd just trust to his adrenalin and hope that his future self knew what the Hell he was doing. The gladiator ran up and swung at Mark, who ducked and came up behind his foe. Before the man could turn, Mark struck him across the back of the head with his cudgel. The man crashed to the ground face-first. The crowd was yelling in outrage and astonishment. Apparently, that wasn't supposed to happen. The man showed no signs of rising, merely stirring feebly and groaning, a huge goose egg rising on the back of his head. Hastily, Mark leaned down and pulled the round wooden shield off the man's arm and pried the axe from his grip. He stood up, trying to control his breathing. His heart felt like it would burst out of his chest. He looked around, making sure no one was approaching him from any other direction, but nobody seemed to be forthcoming. Where was his next foe? It dawned on him that he hadn't been expected to last beyond this first fight. They were probably scrambling to figure out what to do next. Doubtless they'd be finding another gladiator to throw at him. He chanced a glance up at Becky, but she sat still, simply watching him. He didn't blame her; she was supposed to have turned on him, after all. He did notice that she was keeping one leg crossed over the other and bouncing her thighs subtly. Maybe the hormones weren't completely out of her system yet. Or it could have just been normal horny Becky. Who knew at this point? A few seconds later, the gates on another section of the concave wall that surrounded him opened slowly, and out strode a tall man, wearing only a loincloth like himself and greaves, but carrying a weighted net in one hand, and a trident in the other. "Trident!" Mark exclaimed to himself, remembering. "That's what those fucking things are called! Now I can; Hey!" Mark had gotten distracted and only barely jumped out of the way of the retiarius, who thrust his trident, trying to skewer his foe. Mark angrily struck at the man's head with his axe, but he raised the haft of the weapon to block and Mark's axe broke on it. The crowd cheered wildly as it saw what happened. Mark stared dumbly at the splintered handle of his weapon, the iron head missing entirely, having spun off to land in the dust several inconvenient feet away. "What the shit?" Mark shouted angrily as he dodged another attack, keeping his shield between himself and his enemy. The trident's tines glanced off the face of his shield, coming perilously close to ripping open his side. "You mean I can't kill anyone? I'm timelocked from killing someone, even if they're trying to kill me?" He dodged again and scrambled for his cudgel, lying next to the first man he'd knocked unconscious. The man he was fighting was quick, though, and lunged in, jamming his weapon forward and trying to impale Mark through his stomach with it. Mark blocked with the shield, shuddering in panic as he felt the tines burst through the wood and punch out the back side, dangerously close to his belly. But the trident was caught now, and now the two men wrestled back and forth desperately, with the retiarius trying to free his weapon and Mark doing everything he could to prevent that exact thing. Suddenly he realized that he was doing exactly the wrong thing, and simply let go of his shield. The gladiator now held his trident awkwardly, weighed down as it was by the shield embedded on it, and with no safe recourse to get it back. He flailed at Mark with the weighted edges of his net, threatening to break smaller bones if he got in too close. Mark dashed for the cudgel again, and this time his opponent couldn't quickly follow him. Mark picked it up and tried putting the man on the defensive, skirting around him, looking for an opening to strike. The man glared at him balefully, swinging the net if Mark got too close. He's not armored and he can't use his weapon; Mark reminded himself. He flung his cudgel at the gladiator's face and surged in while the man was trying to block the unexpected projectile. His trident was weighted down with Mark's shield, so he was using the net frantically to avoid being struck. Mark plowed into the man and took him down to the ground, using his advantage in height and weight. His foe wheezed as he landed hard on his back, beginning to thrash as Mark straddled his chest and pummeled at him. A lucky punch got through and Mark snapped his foe's head to the side with a right across the jaw. He went to sleep. The crowds were shouting again angrily as Mark stood, recovering his stupid club and taking the man's net, since the shield was wrecked, and the trident was no use since he apparently wasn't allowed to kill anyone. How did time lock know, anyway? He bent over, trying to control his breathing and his pulse. His head was spinning again from the anxiety. What the Hell was his future self thinking, leaving that damn tab to use? What sort of advantage and futuristic superpower was panic? You're pumping adrenalin; it makes runners faster, it makes them run longer; it makes people stronger in a crisis; He opened his eyes and stood, turning around and looking at the thousands upon thousands of people who hated him. Fuck those people. He turned and looked at the emperor and held the weighted net in the air, scowling at the sovereign. "That all you got, asshole?" he shouted, feeling himself get angrier and more aggressive with every moment. Becky could barely hear what Mark was yelling over the noise of the crowds, but she shifted somewhat uncomfortably when she felt the mood of the man next to her darken. "So that's how he wants to play it, hmm?" muttered the emperor, resting his cheek against his hand. "Uppity thing, this boy of yours, Lady Horatia." "Oh, he is no longer mine, great emperor; this behavior, reprehensible as it might be, is unknown to me. Please dispose of the upstart as you see fit," Becky replied, knowing better than to be perceived as defending Mark. "You can count on that, my lady;” he replied, nodding absently as he made some vague motion to a signaler. "If you will excuse me, sire, I must depart for a moment," Becky said, trying to not sound urgent. The emperor looked at her quizzically for a moment: "You would miss his doom?" She made a show of blushing: "His life and death mean nothing to me now, but all this excitement has undone me, sire. I must go and relieve myself, because it wouldn't do to piss myself in your presence." "Very well, then," he said, nodding. "But try to be back soon." Becky stood and bowed before exiting the emperor's spectator box, taking Nanu with her, pulling her along by the wrist. "My lady, is now a good time to see to such functions?" asked the Egyptian girl as she followed the blonde woman. "Is Bonosus not in great danger? I thought you meant to rescue him." "I can't rescue him sitting next to that pompous ass, now can I?" Becky hissed as she strode down one of the hallways. "And keep your voice down; I don't want people to know what we're doing." "Sorry, mistress," Nanu replied, blushing. She allowed herself to be dragged along for several seconds before asking her next question. "What are we doing, exactly?" "You'll see soon enough," Becky said grimly, her blue eyes flashing as she pushed through the throngs of people in the hallways that ran around the length of the Colosseum. "I hope you wore your cock-sucking lips today;” The huge man lumbered towards Mark; he was well over half a foot taller than Mark, and a whole lot heavier. Beneath his layer of fat, he was obviously muscular and very strong. He carried a shield in one hand, a wicked sword in the other. His loincloth was made of tough leather, covered in metal studs. His wide belt was also braced with metal. His right arm was protected from shoulder to wrist by a cauldron and gleaming steel plates. On his head was an intimidating helmet, the face mask looking like something out of "Mad Max: Fury Road," with a peaked top that sported what looked like a curved metal blade or sail. It looked like he was wearing a can opener on his head. "Fuck;” Mark whined to himself as he stood his ground, trying to figure out how he was going to keep from getting killed. He held his cudgel and his net, trying to look threatening, but the gorilla coming at him didn't seem to care. He jumped out of the way as the Samnite slashed with his sword. He tried to move in, but was sent flying backwards when the gladiator suddenly slammed the front of his shield into him. Landing on his back, Mark only had a split second to roll out of the way as the point of his foe's sword drove down into the dirt where'd he'd only just been. He kicked at the man's leg, but it held, and he scrambled away, looking to put some distance between them. "Hey, Jason Voorhies!" he called out, waving his club in the air. "Over here, candy-ass!" The gladiator turned his head to look at him while trying to wrench his blade from the hard-packed earth. He finally did so and stood upright, rolling his shoulders and striding forward again. He slashed with his blade, but Mark dodged once again and then threw his net over his foe. The Samnite got caught in it, but didn't go down, trying angrily to remove it. Mark jumped on his back and began hammering away with his stupid little club. The giant staggered about, flailing wildly to dislodge his smaller foe. The jeering from the crowd was punctuated with increasing amounts of laughter at this ridiculous spectacle. Mark hung on for dear life with one arm wrapped around the man, his other hand whacking away at the foe's helmet. But his own net was preventing the blows from being fully effective, despite the metallic ringing of his strikes. Unable to reach the pest on his back or use his weapons, the huge man simply fell backwards, hoping to crush Mark. It wasn't graceful, and it wasn't pretty, but it did stun Mark long enough to stop him from hitting his foe with his cudgel. "Oh fuck;” Mark wheezed as the Samnite rolled off him and struggled to get up while removing the netting. Mark slowly crawled away, shaking his head to stop the world from spinning. The jellied tissue that was once his lungs was on fire, and strained to get oxygen circulating through him. He heard his foe growl in frustration, and then he felt himself getting grabbed by the scruff of the neck and the back of his loincloth before being hauled completely off the ground; The crowd went wild as the gladiator threw Bonosus bodily to the ground, as if trying to crush his bones with the impact. He picked him up again and dashed him to the hard-packed earth, having given up on removing the net. Mark protected himself from the slams as best he could, but it wasn't helping much, given the strength of the man who was mauling him. The fourth time getting slammed to the ground was about Mark's limit, and the world had become nonsense around him; everything sounded like it was being played in drunken slow motion. His vision swam, and he really just wanted to take a damn nap. He shook his head trying to clear it, remembering that Becky had bought him time, so he'd best not waste it getting rag-dolled by this shit stain. While the Samnite was reaching down for him, Mark managed to roll onto his back and kicked up, hard, between the gladiator's legs. His foot found the man's crotch, and while the force of the blow was lessened by the net's interference, his foe still groaned, and his knees bent. Mark kicked again, and then once more, having finally staggered his foe. The man sank to his knees, holding his crotch. Mark couldn't see his face, but he was obviously in a great deal of pain. Mark staggered to his feet, ignoring the crowd's jeers and screams, focusing only on his foe. The gladiator was now protecting his crotch with his hands, so Mark couldn't kick him there, so he slammed the bottom of his foot into the larger man's chest, knocking him on his back, where he lay moaning. Mark stamped on his crotch for good measure. "Stop, dammit!" wailed the man. "Quit kicking me in the cock!" "Fuck you!" Mark spat, scowling. His chest was on fire and his entire body throbbed in pain. "You were trying to kill me, fuckface! Why should I give a shit what you think?" "I'll stop, I'll stop!" the man pleaded, writhing under the net and totally at Mark's mercy. "Just don't wreck my cock, I was gonna fuck tonight!" "Yeah, right," Mark sneered. "Who were you gonna fuck?" Mark spun as he heard an ululating war cry, and his eyes widened as he saw a woman running toward him, carrying a whip in one hand and a sword in the other. Her spiked hair was wet with blue woad paste, and her eyes were mad with battle lust. "Her;” the Samnite indicated. Becky and Nanu were both on their knees, mouths bobbing back and forth on the cocks of the men they had leaning back against the wall, groaning and pumping their hips. Neither of the men could believe their luck; they thought this would be another boring day for measly pay. From up here, they couldn't even see the action down in the arena well. Sulus and Catullus, two former merchant marines, were charged with keeping the Velarium in place during the spectacles. Their extensive experience with canvas sails made them ideal for this tedious but essential work. At least, that's what they were told, despite the thirty asses a day they received proclaiming otherwise. So imagine their good fortune and delight when this patrician woman and her slave-girl happened to wander on up, espy the two men, and offer to suck their cocks, without even charging them anything! Talk about Saturnalia in Quintilis! Nanu moaned as she swirled her tongue around the head of the cock she was sucking on, holding it by the base of the shaft, her eyes closed. This seemed like an odd time to be doing something like this, but Lady Aurora had been quite firm that it was part of the plan. So be it. Besides, that strange little patch her new mistress had affixed to the skin under her arm was making her so horny right now. Kneeling beside the slave, Becky's free hand reached out and took hold of Nanu's, giving it a squeeze. They continued pushing their wet mouths along the lengths of the throbbing shafts, both girls getting wetter and more aroused with each passing moment. Nanu pulled her mouth off the cock for a moment, sucking in air and breathing heavily as she massaged it with her tiny hand. Her face was flushed as she looked over at her new mistress, her eyes glazed with desire. Becky nodded her assent. Nanu stood quickly and lifted the long trails of her garment, exposing her ass and cunt to the man she'd been servicing. She turned around and leaned back against him, squirming her ass against his cock, making him moan loudly. With great need, she grabbed hold of his tool and speared herself down on it, sighing loudly before beginning to wiggle back and forth on him, shivering as he slid in and out of her. Becky rose to her feet soon after, moving around to face Nanu and leaning forward, with her hands on the slave-girl's shoulders and looking into her eyes. The marine got behind Becky and gripped her hips, pushing inside her. Becky moaned into Nanu's mouth as she kissed her, their tongues tangling hungrily while their tits squirmed and rubbed together. The men held tight and fucked the two women as hard as they could, looking to cum as quickly as possible. Hips smacked against asses and moans grew louder. Becky and Nanu now panted through an open-mouthed kiss, their hands groping one another in need. The Egyptian girl pressed back as hard as she could on the cock she was impaled on, while Becky ground in eager circles, yearning for release. Seconds later they were wailing into one another's mouths, shuddering in ecstasy as the men groaned and began pumping cum inside their wanton pussies. Becky and Nanu were relentless, milking the men for all they were worth, until they slumped to the stone floor, almost insensate from the orgasms these strange women had given them. Straddling the marines now, and facing into one another, Becky and Nanu continued kissing and fondling, even as they moved slowly up and down on the rigid poles they'd been fucking. "Umm, mistress;” Nanu said dreamily, lost in Becky's blue eyes. "I know, my love," Becky murmured, giving Nanu many light kisses on the lips, as if she was unable to help herself. "But we must; smooch; get ready to; do our part; smooch; and rescue Mark;” Nanu pulled back from the kiss and looked up in confusion. "Mark?" "Bonosus," Becky corrected herself, waving it off. "I'll explain later. Now help me get ready;” The crowd was howling with laughter as Mark ran around the arena in a panic, chased by the gladiatrix, who cracked her whip at him, screeching for him to get his ass back there so she could kick it. Mark didn't need oppositional defiance disorder to ignore her demands. The tip of that whip was cracking awfully close behind him. The Samnite he'd downed earlier grunted and flopped down again as Mark stamped on his back while running over him. "Don't try to get up, asshole, you promised!" Mark shouted angrily. "If you do, I don't care if she's trying to kill me, I'll come over there and kick you in the balls so hard you'll be spitting them out!" "Okay! Okay!" the man shouted back, lying on his stomach and waiting. "But I hope she catches you and rips your skin off to wear as a cloak!" "Oh, go sit on a Doric column!" Mark grumbled, deking to the left to try to throw her off. At this point, the crowd was chanting something, what he could only Assume Was Her Name "Achilleia! Achilleia!" "What is that, Latin for Psycho Hose-Beast?" Mark complained loudly, noticing that he had not gained any ground on his foe. He only had the stupid cudgel, whereas she had a wicked sword and a goddam whip. He had the distinct impression he couldn't tire her; she had the look of a woman on a murder mission; her eyes were wild with bloodlust, the scream escaping her lips singing of his gory doom. "She's the greatest female gladiator in Rome!" called out the Samnite, still watching from his confines beneath the net. "She's been more than a match for many men who have fought her!" "Singing my praises doesn't get you more cunt than normal, Rullus!" Achilleia snapped, still chasing her quarry. Gods, this slave could run! Pity she had to kill him, he was well-built and had a great ass! She pressed harder, now swiping with her sword, since using her whip slowed her down some. Like most gladiators, she was wearing little armour, only leather greaves, a leather loincloth, an abbreviated leather cuirass that exposed her midriff but held her tits in place, and a leather cauldron and brace on one arm. A steel fillet around her forehead glittered with glass beads, off-setting her wild blue death-hawk hair. She whooped in triumph as the tip of her sword tore open the back of his loincloth and it fell away, leaving Mark completely exposed as he fled for his life. The crowd was laughing hysterically again. "Dammit, I hate freeballing when I'm running!" he shouted angrily, grimacing as his balls slapped around his thighs. "You have no idea how uncomfortable this is!" "Stop running then, coward!" Achilleia taunted, enjoying the view even as she tried to kill him. "I only offer the bliss of death! One red kiss of my blade across your throat, slave, and you; Off!" Done with running, Mark stopped very suddenly and braced himself, hunkering down so that Achilleia plowed into him, completely unprepared. She staggered backward and Mark whirled and grappled onto her, preventing her from using her weapons. The gladiatrix snarled and tried to knee him in the crotch, but he kept his legs judiciously in the way. They tottered and staggered about, vying for control, until they tripped over the Samnite, who was helpless to avoid them. "Oh Fuck!" he wheezed as they landed on him and then rolled off, still tussling. "Welcome to my world, dickface!" Mark shouted back at him, still wrestling with Achilleia, who meant to murder him repeatedly. Out of desperation, and with the effects of the tab still coursing through his blood, he picked her up bodily and threw her to the ground, her sword clattering away. He dropped to his knees instantly, smacking her in the face with his scrotum. "Teabag!" he shouted before whirling around and grappling onto her, trying to subdue her. He hated the thought of punching a woman, but she was trying to eviscerate him, so an exception might be in order. Achilleia was a veteran of the gladiator pits, however, and not so easily dealt with. She recovered and thrashed around, screeching and trying to claw her foe's eyes out. He swatted the whip from her hands before she could strike him with it. Mark found her increasingly difficult to manage, using his weight on top of her body to keep her in place. That plan went south, however, when she wrapped her legs around his waist and began rocking back and forth, until she was on top. They rolled around in the dust while the crowd went insane. Mark had her arms gripped tightly, out to the sides, which forced her body down closer to his. The wild look in her eyes chilled his blood, and she tried to bite his neck repeatedly, to tear his throat out. He countered frantically by using his head to shove hers away from his tender skin, and the result must have looked ridiculous, the two of them pushing and sparring with their heads. "Gurr, let; me; kill; you!" Achilleia hissed, struggling to maintain her balance over her stronger foe. "I'll make it quick, I promise!" "It'll feel good, I promise!" Mark sneered, butting the side of her head to knock it away. "Why would I make this easy for you?" "Gonna; rip you; a new;” Achilleia strained, pushing down harder. She then paused, her eyes going wide with shock. "What; gods, do you have a hard-on?" Mark used the momentary pause to roll her over, her arms pinned beside her head. Achilleia's eyes were still wide as she goggled up at him. Unfortunately, yes, he was hard again. Either he was developing some sort of danger fetish, or the hormones weren't quite as out of his system as he thought. They struggled and thrashed, with the look of shock on Achilleia's face becoming one of irritation, then a weird determination. She wasn't fighting about so much, and she seemed to be pushing with her hips, almost pumping with them. She glared and bit her lip. The roaring of the crowds was slowly abating as they watched the proceedings on the arena floor. What was happening? Seconds ago, the gladiatrix had been trying to kill the slave, now they were; what were they doing? Mark kept her pinned beneath him, and couldn't help but join her in squirming as they glared into one another's eyes. Achilleia was undulating her hips now, her upper body virtually motionless. Mark grimaced at the feel of the toughened leather around her middle grinding on his hard-on. "Dammit;” Achilleia growled. "Let go of my god-rotting hand so I can move my loincloth!" Mark took a chance and let go of one of her hands. It flashed down and pulled aside the leather garment before taking hold of his hard cock and guiding it to her entrance. Without another thought, Mark pushed down, deep inside her. Achilleia wailed loudly and wrapped her legs around his waist again, pulling him in deeper still. The entire Colosseum throng had gone silent as the spectators stared, stunned by what they were witnessing. All that could be heard, echoing through the giant stadium, was Achilleia's cries of pleasure. Was this really happening? "Achilleia? What the Hell?" the Samnite yelled in outrage, his girlfriend getting fucked by Rome's most hated slave mere feet away from him. "Shut up, Rullus, he's fucking huge!" Achilleia shouted back, pumping her hips wildly against Mark. The gladiator did as he was told and simply sulked, turning his head to look elsewhere. The emperor watched out stonily, not at all impressed with the turn of events his grand spectacle for the people had taken. He'd heard of the blasphemy this upstart slave had committed, and this was supposed to be a damnation of a great sin. Now it was another blasphemy. And where the Hell was Lady Aurora? He napped his fingers and one of his servants leaned in close, to see what his master wanted. "Have them all killed;” growled the emperor, determined to save face somehow. Mark thrust harder and harder, while Achilleia yelped and bucked beneath him, holding onto his back and with her legs still wrapped around his back. Nearby, Rullus was resting his helmeted head on his hand and rapping his fingers against the packed earth, trying to look bored. Not difficult for a man tangled inside a net. "Any time, you two;” he grumbled. "Oh, cram it, Linzer-head," Mark spat. "Say one more thing and I'll fuck her ass next!" "Oh!" Achilleia wailed, grinding and thrusting against Mark desperately. "I'm gonna; I ‘ Then she seized up and pushed up with all her strength, clenching her teeth so hard they might have cracked. As Rome watched on in stunned silence, the gladiatrix shrieked to the gods and came, hard. Mark shuddered and groaned, pumping profuse amounts of cum deep inside her clenching cunt. He thrust madly, emptying himself into her. Finally, they were both spent. Achilleia lay still beneath him, her chest rising and falling, skin glistening with sweat. Mark, exhausted, rested his forehead against her shoulder, too tired to defend himself if she tried to kill him now. Fortunately, his death was the farthest thing from her mind. Seconds of silence passed, before the thousands of spectators in the stands erupted into a wave of cheers and catcalls. Mark smiled and chuckled tiredly. "That can't be good;” he mused. "Nope," she agreed, sighing and biting on a knuckle as the last of the orgasm pulsed through her. "After that, they're certainly going to kill us. All of us. It doesn't matter; I would have died in the arena eventually. At least this way, I died with a cock in me and cumming hard." "Don't be so certain about that;” Mark replied, finally looking up and seeing all the gates opening and dozens of legionaries rushing toward them, spears at the ready. "Ah, I don't like this!" Nanu whined as she shimmied out along one of the corbels that held the vast awning in place. She held on like grim death as she edged forward, a small but sharp knife in one hand. "You can do it, my love," Becky said encouragingly, watching from their original position where they'd fucked the two marines. Both men were still snoozing, but she had tied their hands and feet for extra security. She would have done Nanu's job herself, but she was taller and heavier than the Egyptian girl, who stood a much better chance of succeeding than she did without snapping the braces or corbels. "Look straight ahead and ignore the sounds below." So of course, Nanu looked down. "He's fucking!" she hissed, her eyes narrowing. "He's fucking the gladiatrix that's supposed to be killing him! I may kill him! He doesn't need saving, I do!" "Nanu, focus!" Becky insisted. "Get to your position and await my signal." "Yes, mistress;” sighed the slave-girl sullenly. Once in position, Nanu held on tight, trying not to think about the dizzying heights she was suspended from. Everyone seemed like ants far below her. Except for Bonosus and his whore of a gladiator; she could see them very clearly, to the place where she could make out his throbbing cock as it thrust in and out of her unworthy cunt. He had a lot of explaining to do when this was over. The crowd was watching in stunned silence, unable to believe what they were seeing. But then Becky and Nanu heard the gladiatrix wailing as she came. Bonosus' groans of pleasure burned in Nanu's ears, while Becky just rolled her eyes, sighed and tapped her foot impatiently. Thunderous cheers erupted from the crowd; they'd come for blood and been rewarded with live pornography! Nanu was scowling still, when she noticed the gates opening and legionaries pouring out of them, converging on the five figures in the center of the arena. "Mistress;” Nanu said nervously, her anxiety for Bonosus' well-being overcoming her jealousy. "Now, Nanu!" Becky yelled, making sure her slave could hear her. She was already working frantically to cut through the thick ropes in one of the giant pulleys that moved the Velarium into position. Nanu, meanwhile, was sawing at the edge of the rope that held the corbel she was on in place. She gritted her teeth as she watched the steel knife bite through the thick fiber cable until finally it snapped free. The rope whipped about as it unraveled, causing a cascade of loosening canvas across the broad length of the famed awning. Becky, meanwhile, finished cutting through the rope in the giant pulley she'd selected, dodging hastily as it snapped and flailed about before spinning away. The giant canvas sheets comprising the Velarium buckled and gave way, while the corbels and rope masts retracted rapidly. "Mistress!" Nanu keened, holding on like grim death as the corbel she was on, no longer held in place by the giant ropes, snapped back toward the solid stone walls of the Colosseum. "Jump, Nanu!" Becky called out, standing on the edge of the wall and holding her arms out. "I'll catch you! Trust mistress!" Nanu squeezed her eyes shut and jumped; Becky wheezed as she caught the flying girl, tumbling to the floor with her and holding her tight. Nanu was shivering in her grasp, so Becky just held her for a few seconds and caressed her raven hair. The slave-girl looked up at her savior and nodded, so Becky stood them up, listening to the shrieks of panic as the Velarium floated down relentlessly. "Teamwork, Nanu!" she said excitedly as they stood. "Let's see what happens next!" In the Arena. Mark faced one direction warily, while Rullus and Achilleia stood behind him, squaring off against other legionaries who were closing in. The original gladiator and the retiarius were also conscious and now stood with them, brandishing what weapons they could. Mark felt silly sporting only his cudgel, but it seemed dumb to not let the gladiators have the weapons they were trained with. His cock was still hard, and leaking cum from the tip. He saw Achilleia slowly turning her head to look down at it longingly. "Eyes front, Achilleia!" he snapped, not in the mood to die. She returned to glaring balefully at the encroaching soldiers. There must have been a hundred of the legionaries. That was twenty-to-one odds. He decided to not mention that to his enemies-turned-allies, since he wasn't sure if they understood ratios in any event. If their math was as poor as their hygiene, why bother? "When I thought I'd die in the emperor's sight, this isn't how I pictured it," Rullus growled, brandishing his sword. "I hadn't envisioned dying for that cocksucker at all," Achilleia replied, spitting in contempt at the foes in front of her. "Damned if I'm gonna give him the satisfaction of a clean kill. People will remember this day, to his embarrassment!" The legionaries advanced, the circle tightening. They were protected by their large scutum body shields, and their spears pointed threateningly at the little rebel group. Mark wasn't sure what good he would do here, since he was armed with a club smaller than his dick, and he was the only untrained gladiator. But then he noticed rippling movement above, looked up and grinned. The velarium became dislodged from its moorings and like a vast sail or flag, began floating down over the stadium. People noticed, began screeching in panic, and stampeding. "Right on, Becks;” he said with satisfaction as his day began to look up. The emperor looked up, scowling as he saw the giant canvas sheet descending, fluttering menacingly as it enveloped the upper levels of seating. Panic ensued, with people scampering around pell-mell, trying to escape. "I really hate the gods;” he thought darkly as the canvas touched down around him and everything went to shit. Becky, standing on the edge of the wall and looking down over the chaos and mayhem she had caused, with tens of thousands thrown into panic, cackled gaily and clapped her hands before yanking down her top to expose her tits and holding her arms wide and yelling loudly across her kingdom of madness. "Are you not entertained?" she shouted, reveling in her triumph. God, she'd always wanted to use that line. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" Mark shouted as he and his new allies raced down the hallway, shooing everyone in front of him. "Faster, if you wanna live!" The legionaries had forgotten all about the little group of rebels once the madness ensued, racing toward the emperor to rescue him. Mark used the opportunity to escape, bringing his former foes with him. He wasn't terribly interested in seeing them die, and they might prove very useful in getting out of here in one piece. Rullus had led them through a small, little-known door in the wall of the arena, one used generally only by pit masters to monitor the proceedings. His titan frame barely fit in it, but he led the way dutifully. "Where are we going?" Achillea asked, happy to be escaping, but at least wanting to know what the plan was. She had her whip and her sword in hand again. "The most convenient, flat and open space you know of beneath the Colosseum," Mark replied, hurrying along behind her. "A place almost no one knows about or uses." "One of the old training spaces," grunted Rullus. "It hasn't been used in years. Follow me!" Their course took them deeper beneath the stadium, through winding halls and narrow corridors and staircases. They finally reached a wide chamber, in the middle of which stood Becky, Nanu and Domitia. The former Vestal and the slave-girl seemed stunned to see the small party approaching, and the gladiators gaped as Lady Aurora and her slave ran into one another's arms, kissing deeply and feverishly, speaking in some unknown tongue. "Right!" Mark said, finally disengaging from Becky's tongue as he looked around, eyes flashing with determination. "I know this is going to sound weird, but I need you all to trust me. We're going to get you out of here, as quickly as we can." "How?" asked the Retiarius, looking about warily. "They'll find us eventually!" "I know, and what I'm going to say will sound like magic, but just run with it, okay?" Mark replied, walking over to the Holmes Field Device, which Becky had been kind enough to retrieve. He wasn't sure how, but she was better with this temporal shit than he was. And they trusted one another by now. "This contraption will get us out of here, but it's not big enough for all of us at once. I'm gonna take Lady Aurora and Domitia first, then come back for a few more, then the last load." Rullus nodded: "You spared my life, and I entrust you with it. Achilleia and I will go last, holding the room if the enemy comes." "Oh, Rullus;” Achilleia sighed, looking up at the hulking gladiator, her expression a dreamy one, before she suddenly scowled and smacked him on the back of his helmeted head. "You romantic asshole." Mark left them to argue while he hustled Becky and Domitia onto the platform, which was already switched on, lights and readings blinking around the surface. Becky swatted Domitia's hand as she tried to touch a dial. "You know where we're going?" he asked, hoping she had a better handle on this than he did. She nodded, smiling. "Leave it to me, Mark. I think you'll like this solution;” The climate was certainly a change from that of Rome, but it was also a pleasant experience in its own right. The city around them, built of red brick, sandy-colored stone, and studded with stately palm trees, reminded Mark of eastern cities in every movie he'd ever seen. Beyond the walls stretched endless expanses of desert, in which the city stood as a shining jewel in a vast sea of scorching sand. He didn't know why Becky knew to park the machine where she did, but he also knew she had figured out how to use his Holmes Field Device on her own, so he wasn't questioning it. Safe from prying eyes, and after two more trips back to the Colosseum to gather the other rebels, Mark now found himself in an ancient temple in the shape of a ziggurat, with priestesses standing in front of them and bowing. Unlike the Vestals, the white garments of these priestesses were delightfully spare, exposing more than it covered. "Lady Aurora Horatia," one of them said humbly. "Your timing is fortuitous, and we gladly accept your offer. Domitia will be given a new life as a priestess of Nanaya, or as she is known in your tongue, Suadela." The priestesses all walked up to Domitia and kissed her, welcoming her into their sisterhood. The former Vestal shed tears, not in sorrow, but because she had a new beginning. Nanaya, as the goddess was known in this far-flung province, was an ancient Sumerian goddess of sensuality and lust. When the Romans had conquered the land, they readily identified her with Suadela, to keep the peace. The priestess smiled at Mark and Becky again. "And for your generous donation of gold, we will take on your four friends here, to guard our temple, as the garrison makes no effort to do so. They are now, in their own way, lifelong servants and devotees of the goddess." The four gladiators beamed proudly. Since serving Nanaya, even as guardians of her temple, meant food, lodging and getting laid by her harlot-priestesses, they were more than amenable to the idea. "Lady Aurora," Domitia intoned, taking Becky's hands in hers and smiling slyly. "Will you consent to Bonosus and yourself being the first to receive my blessings as a priestess of Nanaya?" "I wouldn't have it any other way, my dear;” Becky purred, pulling Domitia into her arms and kissing her deeply. A small villa in Roman Italy; Mark sipped wine from a goblet while Becky lay nearby on a couch, wearing nothing while Nanu sat on a small stool and massaged her feet. The sultry afternoon suited everyone, and they were finally at peace. "Helluva trip, Becks," Mark mused, draining his glass and then pouring more for himself. "You've gotten really good with the Holmes Field Device now. I seriously thought it was me who left the adrenalin tab for my discovery under the Colosseum, but it was actually you." "Sorry to scare you there," Becky sighed, as Nanu worked on her toes individually, sometimes even kissing them as she rubbed oil into them. "I found them in our tab supply, and thought it was our best bet. I just jumped behind a few hours when no one was around and stashed them in that cell for you." "So it wasn't even me coming back from the future to save myself," Mark chuckled. "Here I was so confident that I'd lived, that I couldn't be killed because future-self was looking out for me, but no, it was current you. So I could've been killed at any point, even if time lock kept me from killing anyone else." "It was a little bit messy, but you did survive, and that's what counts." Becky pointed out, caressing one of her tits lazily while enjoying Nanu's exquisite touch. "So what're we gonna do with her?" Mark asked, referencing the Egyptian slave-girl. Nanu had gotten used to her mistress and her manservant speaking in this weird, harsh language, and thought nothing of it anymore; when they needed her, they spoke Latin or her own tongue to her. Becky sighed contentedly and puddled further into the couch. Nanu's foot massages were utter bliss. "I was considering letting her stay here, and simply look after this little villa I bought for me. Whenever we visited, we'd just come back as close to the time we left as possible, but I have no idea if we could guarantee time snarls not getting in the way. So I'm bringing her home with me." Mark raised an eyebrow. "That a good idea? Or even possible?" Becky shrugged. "If she can't be brought with us, the Holmes Field Device won't work, right? So we care for her here. If it does allow it, I'll keep her with me in my house and teach her about her new world. I'll just say she's a foreign student bunking with me." "Literally, I might add." Mark quipped, holding up his goblet and winking. "Oh, you," Becky giggled while Nanu shed her clothes and crawled over Becky, straddling her hips and beginning to squirm their pussies together slowly. "I don't think she's gonna give up on the notion of being my slave-girl any time soon; it seems to make her feel safe. If she asks about you as a slave, I'll say I freed you." "Well, I was pretty enslaved to you for a while there," Mark chuckled. "Funny, I remember being so in love with you while those tabs were in effect, and I remember it fondly. But at this point, I'm just back to feeling like you're my dear friend, and I love you, just not in love any more, ya' know?" Becky sighed and nodded as she placed her hands gently on Nanu's tits and caressed them while undulating beneath the slave-girl. "I know what you mean. Talk about exhilarating, right? We should do that again at some point, just for funsies." "I'm in," Mark agreed, as his cock hardened from watching the two girls make love. He put down his wine, stood up and moved in behind them, kneeling at the bottom of the couch and sinking his cock deep inside Becky, making her moan as he started to slide in and out of her. "And what about our other acquisitions?" he asked, caressing and squeezing Nanu's ass while he fucked his Physics teacher. "Uh, the clothes we'll keep at my place, for future use," she breathed, loving the feel of Nanu's moist cunt on hers while Mark fucked deeply. She felt Nanu shiver and gasp as Mark pulled out of her and pushed into the slave-girl. "And I bought those big amphorae of Falernian wine, there's twenty-six liters in each. We'll bury them where we know nature has never been disturbed back in our time, and then retrieve them. Voila, Roman wine for dinner every night." "I'm gonna have fun explaining that to my parents;” Mark chuckled as he slid back into Becky, making her cry out. Dinner with Family. Dhallyla stared at the liquid in her glass in wonder while her family sat at the table for dinner. It was quite unlike anything she'd ever tasted before. "Mark, what; what did you say this was called again?" she asked. He shrugged as he ate. "It's a Roman-style wine, called Falernian. Lots of people are recreating ancient alcohol recipes now, so I thought we'd give this a shot. Pretty nice, hmm?" "Very strong," his sister Roxy rasped as she put down her wine glass and made a bit of a face. "Very, very strong." "That's why the Romans and Greeks mixed their wine with water," he chuckled. "Some Roman talked about not being able to bring an open flame near wine because it could catch fire. So I mixed it with water, like the instructions said. Sorry if it's still strong." "Where did you get this again?" his father asked. "Ren Faire," he said easily. "All sorts of brewers and people showing off their wine and beer skills these days at them, so I thought I'd give it a shot, ya' know? Bought a couple of bottles." "It's certainly different, but I can grow to like it," his mother mused. "Make sure you get more before we run out." "I can do that," Mark replied cheerfully. Later that night, he was sitting at his desk in his room, surfing for eras to visit during their next adventure, when the door to his room clicked shut. He turned his head to see his sister leaning back against the door, looking at him pointedly. "Something I can do for you, Rox?" he asked plainly, keeping his eyes on his research. "Now that you mention it, yeah," she said, folding her arms and wearing that insufferable smirk of hers. She never stopped reminding him who the elder sibling was. "So I did some looking around online, and there hasn't been a Ren Faire within five hundred miles of us in the last six months." Mark paused in his surfing and slowly turned to look at his sister. "So," she said, walking slowly toward him. "I figure it's about time you told me what the Hell is really going on;” Loose ends, scores to settle, a moral quandaries abound! It's Your Own Fault You Snooped! Mark didn't speak for several seconds, trying his best to not gape at Roxy. She'd always been somewhat suspicious of him when he did just about anything, but the fact that she'd done actual research this time was something new. She had played her hand, and he was cornered. But still, he found himself not sure what to say. "Well, c'mon, you little trouser snake," moving away from the door and sauntering toward him. She could tell she'd caught him dead to rights about something, but now she needed to find out what it was. "Ya' might as well 'fess up, because I somehow doubt you want mom and dad to know what you're up to." The mere thought brought a shiver to Mark and left a cold sweat on his brow. He swallowed, trying not to panic. Roxy had less mercy in a sibling confrontation than Mike Tyson had in the ring. He thought of the number of times she'd beaten his ass for tattling on her when they were younger, and how she'd always get some brutal form of revenge he was unlikely to forget. And he dreaded the thought of how she could screw this up for him. "I'm almost not wanting to find out, at least for a while, because watching your mind flop around in panic is kinda fun," she said, smirking as she stopped in front of him and leaned forward. "But I need to make a decision about whether the 'rents oughta know, so let's speed this up, okay?" She then turned and sat on the edge of his bed, leaning back on her hands, one leg crossed over the other as she looked at him pointedly. "Spill it, little brother." His mind raced. What could he tell her? She'd caught him in a flat-out lie that he had acquired his Falernian wine from a Ren Faire, and had no doubt pieced together that his other recent exotic acquisitions were likewise not from where he'd claimed. So what were her suspicions? She no doubt was assuming, quite reasonably, that he was involved in some illicit activity that

Ce dimanche, escapade urbaine à Nancy à l'occasion du Centenaire national de l'Art Déco Plusieurs villes de France célèbrent l'exposition internationale des Arts décoratifs et industriels modernes de Paris 2025. Nancy, qui était déjà un fleuron de l'Art nouveau, avait – avec l'Est de la France – son pavillon. On y célébrait l'industrie lorraine florissante : la mine, la métallurgie, l'impression sur l'étoffe et la broderie, l'imprimerie, le mobilier, la céramique et le verre ! De ce pavillon, il ne reste plus que 10 magnifiques panneaux de Victor Prouvé, grand nom de l'école de Nancy. Une allégorie des métiers d'art et de l'industrie. Un décor monumental et unique, dans lequel est représenté notamment le travail des femmes dans les manufactures de broderie blanche de Nancy. Et ces panneaux restaurés, on les voit exceptionnellement au musée des Beaux-arts, dans l'exposition une expérience de la vie moderne. De nombreux objets du quotidien sont exposés : peinture, cinéma, affiches publicitaires, mobilier d'Émile Gallé et les vases mondialement connus et recherchés de la manufacture Daum. Il existe des spots Art déco à découvrir à Nancy ? Il existe un parcours qui passe par la villa Majorelle : la maison emblématique de l'Art nouveau nancéien. Dans laquelle vivait Louis Majorelle, le célèbre ébéniste, pour lequel Henri Sauvage, jeune architecte, à l'époque, a conçu cette maison extraordinaire, qui est restée debout malgré les bombardements de 1916, même si le vitrail du salon a explosé. Il a été remplacé par un vitrail d'inspiration marocaine sous les conseils de son fils, qui lui s'est fait construire une villa à Marrakech : la célèbre villa Majorelle. Et moi ce n'est pas dans une villa que je vous emmène dormir, mais à l'hôtel Crystal, pour sa décoration d'inspiration Art déco, très réussie au spa ! On y dormirait bien. Fiche Pratique Exposition Une expérience de la vie moderne - Musée des Beaux-arts de Nancy : https://musee-des-beaux-arts.nancy.fr/accueil La villa Majorelle : https://musee-ecole-de-nancy.nancy.fr/la-villa-majorelle L'hôtel Crystal : https://www.bestwestern-hotel-crystal.com/fr/index.html Lièvre à la royale Voilà une grande recette de l'histoire de la gastronomie française remise au goût du jour depuis quelques années (championnat du monde). Saison courte et plat très technique. Le monde du lièvre à la royale se divise en deux camps : deux recettes différentes / la version d'un sénateur devenu célèbre : Aristide Couteaux qui publie sa recette le 29 novembre 1898. Il s'agit d'un lièvre cuit lentement, confit dans du vin, avec des gousses d'ail, des échalotes, un bouquet garni et du vinaigre de vin. La sauce est ensuite liée au sang de l'animal. Il se déguste à la cuillère / un comble pour un type qui s'appelle Couteau ! L'autre recette qui est attribuée à tort à Antonin Carême est beaucoup plus complexe, elle date des années 70, mise au point par Patrick Asfaux et a été popularisée par le grand chef Alain Sanderens au Lucas Carton. C'est une préparation longue et complexe : un lièvre désossé puis farci (foie gras, truffe), enroulé en ballottine, mariné au vin puis braisé longuement. Il est servi avec une sauce liée au sang là aussi. Autant vous dire que c'est presque impossible à reproduire à la maison. Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

La COP 30 (Conférence sur les changements climatiques), grand rendez-vous pour tenter de s'entendre au niveau mondial dans la lutte contre le changement climatique, s'est ouverte à Belém au Brésil, aux portes de la forêt amazonienne. 10 ans après les Accords de Paris qui avaient fait naître l'espoir d'un effort collectif de toutes les nations du monde pour réduire les gaz à effet de serre et tenter d'inverser la tendance du réchauffement de la planète, le constat est amer. «La vérité est que nous n'avons pas réussi à maintenir le réchauffement à moins de 1,5°C», a reconnu le secrétaire général de l'ONU, Antonio Guterres. Ces efforts conjoints doivent s'exercer au niveau politique, mais en l'absence des plus grands pollueurs comme les États-Unis qui sont sortis de l'Accord de Paris et qui déploient un climato-scepticisme à travers le globe, la dynamique de l'effort n'est pas au rendez-vous. Du côté des représentants des religions dans le monde, certains tentent de s'impliquer. Qu'est-ce que les religions ont à dire sur ces questions ? Comment ces questions sont-elles relayées auprès de leurs fidèles ? Comment certaines des déclarations ont pu avoir un impact, par exemple l'encyclique du pape François, Laudato Si en 2015, qui prône la «sauvegarde de la maison commune» ? Plusieurs représentants de différentes religions et des chercheurs s'expriment dans cette émission, sur les messages et les relais auprès des communautés à travers le monde.   Invités : - Dominique Serra-Coataena, théologienne, maître de conférences en Théologie morale et éthique aux Facultés Loyola à Paris, responsable du domaine éthique, social et environnemental, présidente de l'Association des théologiennes et théologiens pour l'étude de la morale (ATEM), domaine de recherche sur la doctrine sociale de l'Église, thèse sur le Bien Commun. Autrice de : Le défi actuel du Bien commun dans la doctrine sociale de l'Église. Études à partir de Gaston Fessard s.j, éditions Lit-Verlag, coll. «Études de théologie et d'éthique», vol.10, Zurich, 2016. COATANEA Dominique, THOMASSET Alain, (dir.), Le défi écologique : vers de nouveaux chemins, RETM, HS 2018, 2018. - Martin Kopp, théologien protestant, chercheur associé à l'Université de Strasbourg, membre du Conseil de la Fédération protestante de France, très engagé sur les questions d'environnement, au sein de l'ONG GreenFaith, auteur de «Vers une écologie intégrale, théologie pour des vies épanouies» (Éd. Labor et Fides, 2023).   Entretiens : - Yeshaya Dalsace, rabbin du Mouvement Massorti, a fait sa thèse rabbinique sur judaïsme et écologie - Omero Marongiu-Perria, sociologue et théologien musulman - Aurelio Borges, l'un des représentants des quelque 600 communautés quilombolas de l'État du Para (par Jeanne Richard). Analyse et reportage au Village Laudato Si à Castelgandolfo (Italie) / Éric Sénanque.   Éléments : Message du pape Léon XIV lors de la conférence internationale «Raising hope for climate justice» à Castelgandolfo en octobre 2025. Message de Bartholomée 1er, Patriarche Œcuménique de Constantinople, lors de l'Assemblée Générale de la Conférence des Évêques de France à Lourdes, le 4 novembre 2025.

Dave Rubin of "The Rubin Report" talks to Piers Morgan about his new book Woke Is Dead and why he says the fight against woke ideology isn't over yet; why the public tolerance for wokeism is collapsing; what we can learn from the backlash against Sydney Sweeney; how woke ideology has evolved into socialism and Marxism within the Democratic Party; how London's woke politics compare to New York's; how mass migration and failed immigration policies are straining Britain's infrastructure and NHS; how he'd solve the UK's immigration crisis; why Britain must take a tougher Trump-style approach with France, using tariffs to stop illegal crossings; the need for assimilation; how Sharia courts in the UK create dangerous divisions; why he thinks Tommy Robinson is a fraudster who hides behind free speech; how he challenges guests across the political spectrum; why he is tough but fair with both conservatives like Candace Owens and leftists alike; why Tucker Carlson was wrong for going easy on Nick Fuentes; his biggest mistakes on COVID and BLM; the hypocrisy in media coverage of January 6 vs. BLM protests; why he disagrees with Dave on Israel's handling of the war with Gaza; and much more.

Hollywood has no shortage of scandals and tragedies, but some of the most haunting cases involve celebrities who simply vanished without a trace, leaving behind nothing but mysterious clues and unanswered questions.IN THIS EPISODE: Showbiz is full of not just celebrities, but also of crime and murder. But even stranger are those cases where someone famous simply disappears without a trace, and without an explanation. *** North Carolina's Great Dismal Swamp is full of horror stories – but the worst might be the fact that the swamp appears to swallow people alive. (Swallowed Alive In Great Dismal Swamp) *** A weeping man called the police to tearfully apologize for murdering his victims… but that didn't stop him from continuing to kill again and again. (The Weepy Voiced Killer) *** In Hindu culture, it is believed if certain post-death rituals are not conducted on those who have passed away, the deceased's family would not prosper and there would be misfortunes aplenty. One family in Bhutan had to learn that the hard way. (The Stoning Ghost of Sombek) *** An apparent incident involving a “gigantic cigar-shaped UFO” somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean in May 1963 wasn't reported for almost 20 years, when a witness to the event finally came forward through a written letter of the incident. (The Atlantic UFO of 1963) *** In a beautiful little town in North Wales, children ran through the graveyard, searching for little men with big eyes and long ears. They were searching for strange fairy folk – the ‘brownies' of Bangor. (The Brownies of Bangor) *** Serial killer Ed Gein was caught and arrested for his crimes in November of 1957 – but that didn't mean Gein's neighbors would see the end of his influence on their lives. (Selling Ed Gein) *** Four people take a trip to France and stay at hotel that appeared too good to be true – because it was. (The Hotel Out of Time)CHAPTERS & TIME STAMPS (All Times Approximate)…00:00:00.000 = Lead-In00:01:14.243 = Show Intro00:03:53.086 = Celebrity Disappearances00:22:45.040 = ***Vanishing of Rising Starlets00:41:12.991 = ***The Hotel Out Of Time00:51:58.573 = Brownies of Bangor00:59:38.807 = Selling Ed Gein01:10:24.653 = The Stoning Ghost of Sombek01:16:27.320 = ***Atlantic UFO of 196301:25:08.070 = Swallowed Alive in Great Dismal Swamp01:37:17.857 = Weepy Voiced Killer01:45:19.052 = Show Close*** = Begins immediately after inserted ad breakSOURCES and RESOURCES:“Celebrity Disappearances” by Brent Swancer for Mysterious Universe: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/ykbkmdgf,https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/4ys7xjg9“Selling Ed Gein” by Romeo Vitelli for Providentia: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/uypuz8um“Swallowed Alive In Great Dismal Swamp” by Eric Luis for Graveyard Shift: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/vd3sp6ywBOOK: “Dred: A Tale Of The Great Dismal Swamp” by Harriet Beecher Stowe: https://amzn.to/3cewYfe“The Weepy Voiced Killer” by Orrin Grey for The Line Up: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/29w99jdc“The Hotel Out of Time” from Strange Company: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/jhnzy2bc“The Atlantic UFO of 1963” by Marcus Lowth for UFO Insight: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/z2j2zp88“The Stoning Ghost of Sombek” by Rajesh Rai for Kuensel Online: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/d5hxz7cw“The Brownies of Bangor” by Dr. Beachcombing for Strange History: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/3dbx7p85,https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/42a8v9nu=====(Over time links may become invalid, disappear, or have different content. 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Seven days per week, Weird Darkness focuses on all thing strange and macabre such as haunted locations, unsolved mysteries, true ghost stories, supernatural manifestations, urban legends, unsolved or cold case murders, conspiracy theories, and more. On Thursdays, this scary stories podcast features horror fiction along with the occasional creepypasta. Weird Darkness has been named one of the “Best 20 Storytellers in Podcasting” by Podcast Business Journal. Listeners have described the show as a cross between “Coast to Coast” with Art Bell, “The Twilight Zone” with Rod Serling, “Unsolved Mysteries” with Robert Stack, and “In Search Of” with Leonard Nimoy.DISCLAIMER: Ads heard during the podcast that are not in my voice are placed by third party agencies outside of my control and should not imply an endorsement by Weird Darkness or myself. *** Stories and content in Weird Darkness can be disturbing for some listeners and intended for mature audiences only. 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SHOW 11-14-25 CBS EYE ON THE WORLD WITH JOHN BATCHELOR THE SHOW BEGINS IN THE DOUBTS ABOUT THE ECONOMY. FIRST HOUR 9-915 BLISS: WEST COAST URBAN ISSUES AND THE PACK FIRE Guest: Jeff Bliss Seattle elected socialist Kate Wilson, who wants public grocery stores. The Luxor Pyramid in Las Vegas has installed a massive slide for visitors. Both San Francisco and Santa Monica are seeing major business failures and mall auctions due to unchecked crime and vagrancy. Los Angeles Mayor Bass requested citizen help for cleanup before the Olympics. Meanwhile, the 3,000-acre Pack Fire in Mono County is being aided by heavy rain. 915-930 MCTAGUE: LANCASTER COUNTY ECONOMY AND AI FEAR Guest: Jim McTague Reports from Lancaster County show a strong local economy: a metal forming company is "busy as they've ever been" and actively hiring, and the mall is packed with shoppers. Tourism is thriving, exemplified by sold-out shows at the Sight and Sound Theater. However, a persistent fear of AI-driven layoffs exists among retirees, despite no personal connection to the issue. Data centers supporting AI are rapidly being built in the area. 930-945 A. THE FILIBUSTER AND CONTINUING RESOLUTIONS Guest: Professor Richard Epstein Professor Epstein discusses the filibuster's purpose: slowing down legislation to improve deliberation and mitigate hyper-partisanship. However, he argues its use against continuing resolutions is illegitimate, leading to "horrendous dislocation." He proposes changing the Senate rule to forbid filibusters on continuing resolutions, ensuring essential government functions are not held hostage for collateral political gain and maintaining fiscal continuity. 945-1000 B. BBC DEFAMATION AND THE NEED FOR REFORM Guest: Professor Richard Epstein Professor Epstein discusses the BBC's alleged defamation of President Trump through edited footage. Unlike US law, British defamation has a low bar, though damages may be smaller. Epstein contends that the BBC's reputational damage is enormous and suggests the institution is "thoroughly rotten" due to corruption and political capture. He advocates for cleansing the operation and breaking up the public monopoly. SECOND HOUR 10-1015 BRANDON-WEICHERT: AI'S IMPACT ON JOBS AND GEOPOLITICS Guest: Brandon Weichert High-profile layoffs at Amazon and Walmart are tied to AI replacing roles, fitting the anticipated economic transformation, though it may initially look like a bubble. The US leads in AI software, while China excels in robotics. Concerns exist regarding massive AI bets by industry leaders like Ellison and Altman, specifically whether their political ties could result in taxpayer bailouts if these huge projects fail. 1015-1030 FIORI: ITALIAN HERITAGE TRAINS AND POLITICAL DISPUTES Guest: Lorenzo Fiori Italy is launching heritage Christmas trains like the Espresso Monaco and Espresso Assisi, restoring old coaches and locomotives for tourists. Deputy PM Salvini is publicly criticizing aid to Ukraine, linking it to corruption, potentially as a strategy to regain consensus and boost his party's falling popularity. Nationwide student protests are occurring over school reform and the Palestine issue. Milan is preparing for Christmas celebrations. 1030-1045 A. COMMERCIAL SPACE ACHIEVEMENTS AND POLICY SHIFTS Guest: Bob Zimmerman Blue Origin's New Glenn successfully launched and landed its first stage vertically, becoming only the second company to achieve orbital stage reuse, despite its slow operational pace. VAST, a US commercial space station startup, signed a cooperation deal with Uzbekistan, possibly including flying an astronaut to its Haven One module. France announced a new, market-oriented national space policy, significantly increasing budgets and embracing capitalism via public-private partnerships. 1045-1100 B. GOLDSTONE FAILURE AND SUPERNOVA DISCOVERY Guest: Bob Zimmerman NASA's Goldstone antenna, a critical link in the Deep Space Network, is out of service due to an embarrassing error where it was over-rotated, twisting the cables. This impacts communications with interplanetary and Artemis missions. Separately, new astronomical data from a supernova explosion shows the initial eruption was not symmetrical but bipolar, pushing material and light along the star's poles, refining explosion models. THIRD HOUR 1100-1115 1. JOSEPHUS AND THE SIEGE OF JODAPATA Guest: Professor Barry Strauss The Jewish revolt against Rome, starting in 66 AD, is primarily chronicled by Josephus, a leader of the revolt and later historian. Josephus commanded the defense of Jodapata against General Vespasian. After defeat, Josephus survived a mass suicide pact, surrendered, and convinced Vespasian not to kill him by predicting he would become Roman emperor. The rebels were inspired by previous victories like the Maccabees. 1115-1130 2. TITUS'S SIEGE OF JERUSALEM Guest: Professor Barry Strauss Nero's forced suicide in 68 AD and the subsequent chaos confirmed Josephus's prophecy, leading to Vespasian being proclaimed emperor in 69 AD. Vespasian left his son Titus to lay siege to Jerusalem in 70 AD. Though Jerusalem was a strong fortress, the defenders were critically weakened by infighting among three rebel factions and their own destruction of the city's necessary grain supply. 1130-1145 3. SURVIVAL DURING THE SIEGE OF JERUSALEM Guest: Professor Barry Strauss Before the siege of Jerusalem was sealed, two foundational groups fled: Rabbi Yohanan Ben Zakai, smuggled out to Yavneh to establish Rabbinic Judaism, and the followers of Jesus, who went to Pella. Titus focused the Roman assault on the city's weakest point, the northern wall. The overconfident Romans were repeatedly frustrated by Jewish defenders using effective irregular tactics, including raids and undermining siege equipment. 1145-1200 4. THE DESTRUCTION OF THE TEMPLE AND MASADA Guest: Professor Barry Strauss The Flavians decided to completely destroy Jerusalem and the Temple in 70 AD, an act of extreme Roman imperialism that left the city in ruins. Afterwards, Judea was upgraded to a formal Roman province with a governor and the 10th Legion quartered in Jerusalem. Four years later, the siege of Masada ended with the alleged suicide of defenders, though archaeological evidence remains controversial among scholars. FOURTH HOUR 12-1215 US Greenlights ROK Enrichment, Raising Proliferation Fears Guest: Henry Sokolski, Executive Director of the Non-Proliferation Policy Education Center The US agreement to support the Republic of South Korea's civil uranium enrichment and spent fuel reprocessing for peaceful uses is viewed by Sokolski as a movement toward proliferation. Sokolski notes that this decision greenlights the ROK—a treaty ally with a history of attempting to use its civil programs to make nuclear weapons—to a position similar to Iran's. The ROK successfully leveraged the inconsistency of US policy, pointing out that Japan has permission to enrich and reprocess fuel and possesses a massive plutonium stockpile. Granting the ROK these capabilities sets a concerning precedent, potentially compelling the US to allow other countries like Saudi Arabia to seek similar nuclear options. The proliferation concern is heightened further by the ROK's desire for a nuclear-powered submarine, which could lead to pursuit of a full nuclear weapons triad. 1215-1230 SOKOLSKI: CHINA'S CONVENTIONAL ICBM THREAT Guest: Henry Sokolski The US military is concerned China's PLA may field a conventionally armed ICBM able to strike the continental US. Such missiles could use maneuverable front ends to evade defenses and deliver autonomous drones. This weapon might target civil infrastructure to intimidate the US and deter intervention during a Taiwan conflict. This prospect is opening up a new and puzzling area of strategic warfare requiring urgent strategic assessment. 1230-1245 A. RARE EARTHS: CHINA'S MONOPOLY AND AUSTRALIAN SUPPLY Guest: David Archibald China's predatory pricing previously achieved a rare earth monopoly, damaging competitors like Lynas, which almost went bankrupt. Australia, via companies like Lynas and Iluka, is being eyed by the US as a non-Chinese source for rare earths critical for high-end electronics and defense. Processing is complex, requiring many steps, and often occurs in places like Malaysia. 1245-100 AM B. HIGH-TEMPERATURE RARE EARTHS AND PREDATORY PRICING Guest: David Archibald The most desirable rare earths, Dysprosium and Terbium, allow magnets to function at high temperatures. China is now sourcing 40% of its supply of these from Myanmar. Though Australia produces these, structural oversupply is a risk. Subsidies, like the floor price given to MP Materials, may be necessary to prevent Chinese predatory pricing from killing off non-commercial producers seeking market dominance.

A. COMMERCIAL SPACE ACHIEVEMENTS AND POLICY SHIFTS Guest: Bob Zimmerman Blue Origin's New Glenn successfully launched and landed its first stage vertically, becoming only the second company to achieve orbital stage reuse, despite its slow operational pace. VAST, a US commercial space station startup, signed a cooperation deal with Uzbekistan, possibly including flying an astronaut to its Haven One module. France announced a new, market-oriented national space policy, significantly increasing budgets and embracing capitalism via public-private partnerships.

The FC crew react to Spain's 4-0 victory over Georgia and break down how the European champions will manage without Lamine Yamal. Plus, the guys argue if Kylian Mbappe's exit from France camp is anything more than precautionary. Julien Laurens also recaps Vini Jr's comments praising former club manager and current Brazil head coach Carlo Ancelotti. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Max Pearson presents a collection of the week's Witness History interviews from the BBC World Service. Our guest is aviation historian Dr Victoria Taylor.We start with an archive interview of American Chuck Yeager who became the first pilot to fly faster than the speed of sound in 1947. Then, a couple who were caught up in the attack on the Bataclan theatre in Paris in November 2015.We hear from a prosecutor in the Nuremberg trials in 1945 after World War Two.France's former finance minister recalls how an economic crisis in the 1970s led to the birth of the G7.Next, how a heated NBA game in 2004 spiralled into one of the most infamous brawls in sports history. Finally, we hear the story of the first ever underwater cabinet meeting in 2009.Contributors:Chuck Yeager - the first pilot to fly faster than the speed of sound.Justine Merton-Scott and Tony Scott - a couple who survived the Bataclan attack in Paris.Benjamin Ferencz - a prosecutor in the Nuremburg trials.Jean-Pierre Fourcade - France's former finance minister.Mark Boyle - radio broadcaster for the NBA's Indiana Pacers.Mohamed Nasheed - former President of the Maldives.(Photo: The first powered take off of Chuck Yeager's supersonic plane in 1947. Credit: Bettmann/Getty)

Welcome to The Reel Schmooze with ToI film reviewer Jordan Hoffman and host Amanda Borschel-Dan, where we bring you all the entertainment news and film reviews a Jew can use. This week, the pair introduces the concept of the new show, including the segment, "What's the Jangle," in which they discuss two tidbits of Jewish entertainment news. We hear how "The Real Pain" creator Jesse Eisenberg is willing to go under the knife to donate a kidney to a perfect stranger. And we learn about two brave Hollywood actresses -- Meryl Streep and Sigourney Weaver -- who haven't joined the boycott Israel movement and are signed on to work with Israeli director Joseph Ceder in his upcoming thriller. Next, we get to "The Main Screening," a segment in which the duo discusses two films: the newly released Natalie Portman project, "Arco," and 2024's "Thelma" starring 96-year-old June Squibb. Hear which films get the seal of approval from our team and which was a split decision on this week's The Reel Schmooze. The Reel Schmooze can be found wherever you get your podcasts. IMAGE: Jordan Hoffman (courtesy) / Israeli actress, director, producer Natalie Portman arrives for the screening of the film 'Arco' at the 78th edition of the Cannes Film Festival in Cannes, southern France, on May 16, 2025. (Bertrand GUAY / AFP)See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Claude Buffet-Roger Bontems. Deux hommes guillotinés à sept minutes d'intervalle, au petit matin de l'automne 1972 dans la cour de la prison de la Santé à Paris. Dans l'histoire de la peine de mort, Buffet et Bontems ne sont pas les derniers exécutés en France mais leur cas marque un tournant. Un procès suivi minute après minute tant leurs crimes, une jeune infirmière et un gardien de prison égorgés, ont révulsé tout un pays.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

From the 1720s to the 1940s, parents in the kingdom and later colony of Dahomey (now the Republic of Benin) developed and sustained the common practice of girl fostering, or "entrusting." Transferring their daughters at a young age into foster homes, Dahomeans created complex relationships of mutual obligation, kinship, and caregiving that also exploited girls' labor for the economic benefit of the women who acted as their social mothers. Drawing upon oral tradition, historic images, and collective memories, Jessica Reuther pieces together the fragmentary glimpses of girls' lives contained in colonial archives within the framework of traditional understandings about entrustment. Placing these girls and their social mothers at the center of history brings to light their core contributions to local and global political economies, even as the Dahomean monarchy, global trade, and colonial courts reshaped girlhood norms and fostering practices. In The Bonds of Kinship in Dahomey: Portraits of West African Girlhood, 1720–1940 (Indiana UP, 2025) Reuther reveals that the social, economic, and political changes wrought by the expansion of Dahomey in the eighteenth century, the shift to "legitimate" trade in agricultural products in the nineteenth century, and the imposition of French colonialism in the twentieth all fundamentally altered—and were altered by—the intimate practice of entrusting female children between households. Dahomeans also valorized this process as a crucial component of being "well-raised"—a sentiment that continues into the present, despite widespread Beninese opposition to modern-day forms of child labor. Dr. Jessica Reuther is an associate professor of African and world history at Ball State University in Muncie, Indiana, USA. She came to Ball State after earning her PhD in African History from Emory University in Atlanta, GA, in 2016. Dr. Reuther is a historian of Africa, specializing in Atlantic West Africa and French West Africa from the 16th century to the present. She has conducted archival and oral history research in Benin, Senegal, France, Switzerland, and the United States. You can learn more about her work here. Afua Baafi Quarshie is a Ph.D. candidate in history at the Johns Hopkins University. Her research focuses on mothering and childhood in post-independence Ghana. 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