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A Butterfly wants to kill the World?Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.Although Love is both fire and shadow, we often forget to take comfort from the coolness of the memories when the burning flames are absentThere were precisely two things, okay, four things, keeping me alive. The fourth thing would come to her later when her 'furious was replaced by her 'curious' ~ as in how I knew her inhuman lingo ~ which would lead to my legacy with Grandpa.The top three reasons -She had poked my chest. It was a challenge, calling for one of my guardians to come out and play. The avatar knew I was the chosen heir of the Goddess Ishara and my goddess had devoted a good deal of time and effort to my survival and continued service in her cause. If Ishara made an 'appearance', it would be enough reason to not eviscerate me for my foul treatment of her august personage.Nope. It seemed Ishara was busy at the moment.Still, she most likely knew SzelAnya had shown a keen interest in me in Romania, though I'd never told Selena, or any other member of the 9 Clans, the Dragon's Daughter had killed Ajax for me. Figuring out SzelAnya, a storm deity, had helped me and Aya escape from our kidnapping in the midst of a cyclone in the Pacific Ocean wasn't much of a reach.But no bolt of lightning coalesced from my chest to singe her finger. No clap of thunder. Not even a cloud with a hint of disfavor appeared above us.Her obsidian fingernail began penetrating my shirt, touched my skin, then drew my blood, and something 'twitched'.That would be Contestant Goddess #3. She wasn't actually hanging around me. She didn't have to. She'd left me a memento of our last shindig before we parted ways. That was the nightmare-inducing episode where she, the chthonic goddess Sarrat Irkalli, had compressed one man's body into a dagger and then proceeded to suck another's soul into it to use as a power source for an Airbus 350 (a commercial airliner, if you didn't know).I still had that snaggletooth-looking thing at my back. Well who the Hell was I going to leave it with? Honestly, the only people I felt could keep it safe I loved too much to curse with it. Anyway, the second her divine claw touched my blood, the long dormant weapon whispered to me in a somewhat bored, lofty feminine voice from beyond the grave,Do you want me to discorporate this pathetic has-been for you?Quick check. Only the avatar and I, and her priestess-savant heard that. Of course, in downtown, New York City, noon Sunday, how weird would such a declaration be? The avatar's eyebrow arched. Her big bat-ears (still looking human to the normal viewing public) flicked this way and that, figuring out precisely where the threat originated from. Slowly, her once poking hand began to slide across my chest, along my ribs and around my back.She touched the dagger. Nothing.Gingerly, she drew it forth. I'd had a makeshift sheath made. As the blade made its journey around me, she took a half-step back to better observe it."Please don't kill him!" Theddy squealed. "We haven't had sex yet!"Being 'who' and 'what' she was, the avatar did what came natural. Fortunately for Theddy, I'd become accustomed to working with psychopaths.She stabbed the dagger at Theddy. I clamped my hand down on her wrist. The claws of her left hand came down on my constraining wrist. My free hand came down on that hand, trying to pry it free. It was a hopeless struggle, except.Yes, my old friend 'except'. Except the avatar was holding the dagger. As powerful as Ītzpāpālōtl was, she wasn't pushing against me. She was pushing against Sarrat Irkalli.Ītzpāpālōtl was a living, breathing terror machine who killed and received sacrifices on a regular basis.Sarrat Irkalli hadn't been actively worshipped in 3,000 years.Uneven contest? Oh yeah.See, Ītzpāpālōtl had spent the past 500 years continuously fighting against the Weave to keep her fingers on this side of reality.Meanwhile, for the most part, Sarrat Irkalli had sat upon her throne in the Sumerian Underworld with hundreds upon hundreds of thousands of souls toiling under her watchful gaze for eternity. Sure, her version of Hell wasn't getting any fresh deposits, but she knew how to milk the system well.Even the bad karma for the dagger's creation wasn't hers. She'd stolen it from the foolish Gong Tau sorcerers who had meant to enslave my soul, aka one-third of the Baraqu-Alal-Cáel deal she'd worked out millennia ago. It was the Weave giving her a 'freebie' for playing by the rules, if you considered the Weave sentient.And now Ītzpāpālōtl was touching it. Whoops. It wasn't as if Ītzpāpālōtl was stupid. It isn't like there are tons of magic weapons running around, much less soul-munchers like the one I had. Rationally, who would give a novice like me, a weapon like this? I say again, 'whoops'.Once I'd figured this out, I couldn't stop being me."Theddy, do you like girls?""What?" she squeaked. Here was this psycho trying to drive a Smilodon incisor into her bosom and I was giving her a sex quiz.Ītzpāpālōtl was really starting to struggle now."I, ah, are you okay?" she continued."Oh, I'm dandy. I'm serious. You think this chick is hot? I mean, would you do her in a three-way?" I proposed casually."Timothy?" Sovann."Bro?" Timothy to me."It's all good. Sovann, you want to know what my life is like? This lady who came to discuss business with me today is an immortal mass murderer. You give the word, I'll let go and this knife is going to cut her up like a Ginsu blade on market day because just cutting her heart out isn't going to be enough. Worse. Eventually she'll get back up.""Timothy?" Sovann repeated, this time with more concern. He thought I was nuts. I released my left hand. The blade flipped up, twisting in the avatar's grasp. That was the point her minions figured out something was wrong."El Amado?" the priestess-savant called out softly. The three goons began reaching for 'things'."Call them off, or I open my other hand," I cautioned the avatar. She spared me a swift, hostile look. My fingers tingled."Esten quietos!" she snapped. They stopped."Cáel, bad day, or not. This isn't you. Stop it. The girl's in danger," Timothy spoke up. He didn't mean Theddy. He meant the avatar."I'm being a real asshole, aren't I?" I sighed."Pretty much. You never let the bitches get to you before. Girl pops an attitude, you smile and move on. Life is too short," he reminded me. Too true."I'm going to put my hand over the blade," I told Ītzpāpālōtl. "When I do, you can let go."She didn't say anything for several seconds, even after my left hand covered the semi-serrated edge."Why should I trust you?" she sizzled."Because 'me' letting anything bad happen to you would make me a total, judgmental jerk. I don't know you. Whatever you did before you showed up today shouldn't matter to me. I acted stupidly. I should have stopped you. I didn't. I didn't even warn you and I could have. I was angry, and not even at you. Just angry and I apologize. Now, let go.""Why?""Hi. I'm Cáel Nyilas. Can I have my knife back? Please?"Blink. She released it. For a millisecond, it wanted to do something else because bitches are bitches. It didn't, so my palm wasn't sliced open. My right hand took the hilt. I carefully put the blade away."Yes," Theddy gulped."Huh?" Sovann shook his head at the sudden evaporation of the life and death tension. Welcome to my life. Theddy meant 'yes' to the 'girl-girl-guy' thing I had proposed earlier. It pays to keep things prioritized."What is this movie you were talking about?" Ītzpāpālōtl asked. Had she forgiven me for anything which had transpired? Bwahahaha, no way. She was taking the initiative and going with Option 1 from my earlier insane diatribe."Wait!" Sovann nearly shouted. "You nearly, I don't know, threatened Cáel's life and tried to stab Theddy and now you think you can go with us to a movie?""I told you," Timothy put an arm around his shoulder, "life with Cáel is rarely dull.""I thought you meant he was fun to party with, or something like that," Sovann looked up at his lover. "I thought his uncle showing up, and trying to kill him and then being blown the fuck away by those women and federal agents, and that other girl who pointed a gun at us, is this the new normal?""I love you, Sovann," Timothy grew compassionate. "Cáel is my best friend. He'd never deliberately hurt either of us and normal friends are something he has in short supply. Today being a great case in point."Ten seconds passed."The title is 'As Above, So Below'," Sovann addressed the avatar, "and what do we call you?"Since 'if you are not a worshiper and addressing me, I normally am about to kill you' would sound really cool in Olmec-ic, but I might be asked to translate,"How about we go with 'Obsidian', please?" I pleaded with her.She knew I was currying favor now ~ and behaving like a weather vane caught in the wall of a tornado ~ she gave a gracious bow of her head."Obsidian will do for now. Is the Legend of the dagger 'business'?" Translation: it had better not be."No," I smiled. "It's pillow talk." Rancor, 'how presumptuous', followed by 'but that dagger ups the count to three Goddess interested in him', and next to recalling all the trivial babble about me being a sexual dynamo (I prayed my PR was that good) having some relevance. Her chimera emotions allowed me to get a few more crucial words out, because even women who aren't sleeping with me are jealous."Esta mujer fue la primera en ofrecer bienes funerarios tras la muerte dee mi padre," I reinserted Theddy back into my close company. For some reason, Obsidian considered me unreliable thus had to verify what I'd just said."Did you make funerary offering upon his father's passing?" she asked Theddy. Let's think about this. The wacko chick questioning Theddy had tried to stab a huge freaking blade into her not a minute ago. Fleeing in terror while screaming for the cops? Nope."Yes. I baked him some walnut and caramel chip cookies," she nodded. "It is a family recipe." Sovann looked over the three of us, then back to Timothy."I told you 'that's impressive cocking like I've never seen before'," he explained."She may remain," Obsidian 'permitted'. Theddy wrapped up my right arm with her left and gave it a squeeze. She wanted attention/explanation."Obsidian is a Master Vampire, Theddy," I leaned in and whispered. "Before she was turned, she was captured in a raid by the fey, mentally, spiritually and physically raped and made into their sex-slave. Part of her spirit never healed properly. While this imperfection allows her to walk around in daylight, her heart can never hold on to any emotion for long, so she is forced to forever seek passion, no matter how dangerous, from the world around her."Revealing secrets? Ha. I had noticed Theddy had every work done by Laurel K. Hamilton in her place, including the comic book series."You are not supposed to know, so act like I didn't tell you anything, okay?"'Okay,' she mouthed back at me. I could see it in her eyes. My chaotic life suddenly 'made sense' to her because a best-selling fiction author said so.Obsidian thought the movie was; hilarious. She couldn't stop snickering, giggling and poking at me as horrible shit happened to the various actors. She thought the plot was 'insightful' and wouldn't stop whispering to me throughout the entire thing. During the closing credits, I told her I'd get her the DVD for Christmas ~ she knew the concept behind digital technology, but didn't own any ~ she kissed me.The first kiss was fierce and joyous with the added benefit of her tongue doing things no normal tongue could do, it stretched. Not sure how I felt about that. The second kiss was more sultry, longer and came with some accompanying body action which, I'm no virgin. Not even close. She was on my left side, so when she twisted in her seat, her left leg insinuated itself between mine. Her left hand cupped my jaw and held my head in place as her lips played along mine.A dance of the scorpion perhaps? Tender at first, then suddenly stabbing, dominant and brutal. My lips and tongue battled back, using my superior Kiss-fu to nullify her natural strength and agility. She liked it. By her moaning, she liked it a lot. As the kiss progressed, more and more of her flowed from her seat into my seat, body facing me. Her body rose over mine, forcing my neck back to maintain contact."So, Dot Ishara is hovering around somewhere close, isn't she?" I murmured as our lips separated barely a centimeter apart. One chick kissing you to make another one jealous. It's happened to me plenty of times. Obsidian didn't give a damn about Theddy, or any other mortal woman in close proximity so,"Yes," she purred. "Do you mate with her?""A man does not brag of such things, but no, unless heavy petting counts?""What will she do to you when I steal your seed?"'When'? Why was I not surprised? Why was I not surprised another concussion was in my immediate future either? Was it possible I was, learning?"Chastise me for not fighting harder," I breathed across her lips, "and, in case you forgot, I'm on a date with the girl beside me.""Who I care nothing for," she sent a cruelly playful look Theddy's way. Wisely, the girl shivered."Who I am indebted to and how I honor my debts might matter to you," I hazarded. My words hurt Theddy's feelings. That was on purpose. Obsidian took pleasure in me hurting Theddy because she was basically a vicious monster."Yes?" I pressed her gently."Yes," Obsidian allowed, easing up slightly both romantically and physically."And Theddy, if you believe I'm with you solely because of some sense of obligation, you clearly haven't been listening to your recordings," I shot the human girl a wink."Oh.""Am I, or am I not, a sex-obsessed little monkey?" I teased her. Theddy giggled. I paid for my diversion with four obsidian claws to my ribs outside of Theddy's view. After all, it wasn't like Theddy could possibly compete with her for my attention. Considering Obsidian's legendary ability to rip open her opponent's ribcages and feast upon their hearts, I slipped my left hand, the one next to her between her legs and stroked her cotton-slacks covered cunt.Theddy hugged my right arm and put her head against my shoulder. Not to be outdone," Qu  un centenar dee hombres se quemaron vivos como el sonido?" Obsidian inquired with sexually sadistic hunger. Ah, memories of burning 7P Commandos.Whoops. Theddy knew Spanish."No lo s . Ten an respiradores en," I replied casually. "Si lo desea, puedo describir lo que se siente al tirar de una flecha de guerra lanzar mi propio muslo.""Eep," slipped out of Theddy's lips."Why did you do that?" Obsidian looked over us both."Well, I was showing a little girl I believed in her,""And she shot you?" Theddy gulped."No. She hit the target I was standing next to. A co-worker mistook me for a cardboard cutout of a Jehovah's Witness and let fly. Seems she had issues with organized religion as well as a reaction to the oscillation effect of florescent lighting and ceiling fans.""But why did you pull the arrow out?" Theddy asked. "Couldn't you wait until you got to the hospital?""Mosquito," Obsidian menaced, insinuating Theddy was a pest."I wasn't thinking rationally at the moment, I work in an asylum, I had a hot date in a few hours, any of those three will do," I smiled at Theddy."Copil such as Cáel don't bother with petty human conventions," Obsidian turned my gaze back her way with her hand on my jaw. 'Copil's were 'god-touched' in her lingo."More than one girl?" Theddy mused."Four.""Okay," she sighed happily."Theddy, three under-age girls and the police office he was dating acting as their chaperone," Timothy intervened. "He hurried home so he could keep a promise to the children, not for sex." Bastard. He really was my best friend. He didn't mention my post-injury, pre-festivity sex with Odette giving me a few extra, urgently needed Brownie Points to suggest I might be a decent human being."You are a wonderful guy," Theddy ran a fingernail over my free hand. Clearly I was 'wonderful' enough to risk Obsidian's anger over. The screen went blank as the last credits scrolled away and the room was plunged into darkness. Five seconds later, the lights snapped on.Pain!"Fuck," I hissed. It wasn't any extra physical trauma causing me discomfort. No, a metaphysical dam had burst within and my stream of conscious thought had been turned into a white-water rapids. The competing cyclones of thoughts in my mind had stopped cooperating and my hypothalamus was letting me know I was in danger."Cáel", "Cáel", "Bro", and "Ishara" all came in rapid succession. I needed some space both tangible and social."I need to step outside," I eased Obsidian off me and stood up. My sense of my personal danger was ratcheting up. While I had been studying Obsidian, so I could screw her, I had discovered more and more Alal-badness.The light display had ignited a series of pressing implanted memories which had been clamoring for my attention. Things like not all 'divinities' were stewards of the Weave. Some even wanted its destruction, preferring risking all on a chaotic restructuring of reality over what existed now ~ things like Obsidian. They weren't attempting to do so because they thought they had no chance.But there was. A real serious chance to unravel reality existed; and it was staring her in the face. It wasn't 'me' as in 'I was the Anti-Christ'. But with the torrent of memories pouring forth, I knew where the peril lay and I was completely responsible for it. Hell, I was a prime ally of Armageddon and hadn't even known it.'Holy Shit!'I blinked. Timothy was shaking me. We were out in the lobby."Oh my God, Timothy," I nearly wept. "What am I going to do?""I have no idea what you are talking about. Is there someone you can talk to about this?" he suggested. Normal folks were around us. Obsidian was at my side. Sovann was behind Timothy with an arm around Theddy's shoulder."Theddy," I looked at her. "Can I catch up with you later? I just realized I've screwed up something fierce." I put my best 'really don't want to go but I gotta' face on. Her worried look brightened, she slipped around Timothy and gave me a tingling French kiss."I'll hold you to that, Cáel," she murmured when we parted."Timothy, go home, I got shit to deal with," I hoped my grin didn't become as feeble as I felt it to be."I," he started to say something. "Time not to ask questions?""Yeah.""Okay.""Wait." I pulled us to the side and went on to my toes, leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Tell Pamela 'he' sent Ajax to kill the Professor, his family and the sisters. They were the targets all along. It wasn't me, or the other women. Just in case,""Okay," Timothy patted my arm. It was cryptic. It was the best I could do. See, I wanted to cry so badly.{2:09 pm Sunday, September 7th ~ Last day}Where to begin:Every mythology across the globe has some creature, or creatures, which threatens Existence. Usually a God, or a Hero-God, slays the creature and everything is right with the world, except such a being, being older than Existence itself, can't really die, so they are carved up, buried ~ what have you.Illuyankamunus was one such manifestation of this underlying cancerous desire to destroy reality. He'd had a far more real child, SzelAnya, and she's never quite given up on her dad. Of far greater critical importance, she was 'part' of Illuyankamunus, somewhat in the way I was part of Alal and Baraqu. And yes, that meant all the offspring of Bolu, the guy I'd praised a few hours earlier, held the seeds of that malignant deity as well.And Alal knew it. He hadn't been killing off the descendants. He'd left that task up to a group far more capable of the task, the Egyptian Rite, who knew a fucking threat to existence when they saw it. Lest I forget, No secret society are the 'good guys'. Also lest I forget, I alone decided to go after the Arinniti sons to fulfill Vranus' quest. I had no divine mandate I was aware of nor any real world orders.Inadvertently, I had rounded up the last five mortal remains of Illuyankamunus in one place for convenient disposal in a remote Transylvanian town. The only problem was: if someone didn't get to them quickly, I was also about to whisk them into the loving (and heavy-armed) protective embrace of the Amazon Host, where the completion of centuries of culling would have suddenly become a cast-iron bitch instead of a simple disposal.Enter Ajax. Yeah, I bet the Egyptians were trying to figure out how I stopped him as well as Alal. I thought I was being clever by not telling most of the world. In fact, they most likely suspected; and the reality of SzelAnya watching over me was much more terrifying. Ishara had put a serious curse on the Amazons, yet her curse only affected her followers, the Amazons, who were fair game.SzelAnya had killed someone for me, and I hadn't been one of her followers. Thus I had committed a blasphemous act only a magician of some significant ability could have managed. I wasn't a sorcerer, but I had a cornucopia of mystic knowledge rolling around in my noggin. Trying to figure all this out was one of my major headaches.The others?I even suspected I knew who betrayed me ~ kinda. They didn't do it on purpose. At least I hope they didn't, because my odds-on favorite was my Mother by way of Captain Delilah Faircloth. Realistically, there was only one secret society who might help her against Grandpa and that was the Egyptian Rite, and they did send three people to Dad's funeral including two 'somebodies'. I'm an idiot.I'd chatted away in fluent New Kingdom Egyptian and it never occurred to me how odd it was for two of them to also be so fluent in it. Know it, sure, but as fluent as Kimberly had taught me to be? That should have been a Red Flag.The Earth & Sky had sent Iskender, who should have been the benchmark I judged the other delegations by, damn it.Three Condos? They'd killed my Dad and their guys had been flunkies.The 7 Pillars had been nobodies, which they'd proven by their inaction.Now I had to question why I had 3 actual  9-Clans  assassins at my dad's funeral too. Holy Ishara, I wasn't nearly paranoid enough.Anyway, why would the Amazons be aiding and abetting the End of All Life on Earth? Normally, they wouldn't be, but 3000 years ago, the majority of Human life did a colossal dump on the Amazons. And when they needed help, they got it in the form of SzelAnya and her dual-sex followers. I seriously doubt they told the Amazons their purpose was to resurrect SzelAnya's daddy. I imagine the Amazons didn't pry too much either.It turned out almost to be okay. During the 2nd Betrayal, the Amazons betrayed SzelAnya and almost short-circuited her plans by exterminating her lineage.Except for the Arinniti elders and Bolu. Good old 'except'.I can imagine when the Egyptians heard about the 2nd Betrayal, they figured they were 'okay'. Those wacky Amazons had inadvertently done the world a favor. Except an act of maternal love kept a slender hope of Illuyankamunus' return alive. By the time the Egyptians realized they'd been prematurely hopeful, Bolu's descendants were all over the Balkans and hunting them down had proven difficult.But, it gets worse. Much worse.When those Gods shattered Illuyankamunus, they scattered him in the relative certainty no one would ever gather the parts back together.His flesh was scattered across the land, modern day Turkey, but encompassing everything from Pakistan to Italy and Egypt to Poland. The flesh became soil, then plants, the things that eat plants, then food for humans. Get the picture.Whoops. SzelAnya had been doing just that for centuries upon centuries every time she mated with a mortal of Illuyankamunus' line and had offspring, they accumulated his energy, which made hunting down the few remaining ones easier to find, since they were 'beacons of badness', except...There were two key pieces missing which SzelAnya could never get. After all, you would think burying them on the far side of the world would matter, right?The 'breath of Illuyankamunus' ~ his cosmic fire ~ they buried in a volcano in a distant land far across the Great Sea. His spirit 'body' they imprisoned in a great river, again, across the Great Sea.But wait, it gets worse.The being standing next to me knew precisely where the 'breath of Illuyankamunus' was. Seems Mesoamerica is laced with volcanos. They'd discovered 'the breath' long ago and used it as a weapon called Xiuhcoatl. Better yet, Alal suspected she and her buddies were more than happy to reunite it with the rest if they thought the Weave itself wouldn't annihilate them for daring to do so.In their current, weakened state they were vulnerable to such a karmic backlash. In theory, a reborn Illuyankamunus would have access to power beyond the bounds of the Weave, older and more terrifying. Still, without the mortal remains to anchor the energy, giving it to the spirit would be pointless.Alal knew where the spirit body was (in general), but that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was where it was,Of all the places the Arinniti sons could have fled to, they had to choose Brazil, the burial place of the restive spirit body of Illuyankamunus. Mother-fucker.And Ildiko 'Alkonyka' aka Dusk Lovasz had sworn she'd travel to Brazil to fulfill Bolu's side of the quest in the same way I was holding up Vranus' end. If I tried to stop her, SzelAnya would know something was up. Fuck.I was processing all of this when Obsidian violently yanked me out of the way. A cabby had swerved to avoid a flurry of trash and nearly run over us. It was the third near-concussive experience in the past five minutes she'd help me avoid while she had walked by my side. I'd been mumbling like a madman."That would be my Goddess wanting to talk with me," I looked her way."I know," she gave me a clever smile."She's really not going to like that," I shook my head."I know that too," she kept smiling. "Where is your mind?""Five lives away from making the world a safer place," I sighed."Safer for who?" she purred. Where were all the bimbos? Not only was it an insightful question, it cut straight to the heart of my dilemma.What decision could I make? If I elected to help my fellow Amazons, I risked screwing with the world. In truth, I was risking everything even if I did nothing. Well Dad was always clear that things didn't change by themselves. You needed to do something that would have an effect. So, 'What are you going to do?'More to the point, I wasn't Grandad. Killing the last five of the line of Illuyankamunus wasn't 'me', so it wasn't going to be something I'd worry about.SzelAnya wanted to bring back her Dad, I could understand that. I'd have to figure out a way for her to believe this world sticking around was more important. How? Well, I had a goddess-like creature right in front of me to probe for ideas."You are an immortal," Obsidian commented. She'd been weighing her opinion for some time. I could tell by the wonderment with which she gifted each word."What? No. I can die.""No. I don't think so. Your wounds. Normally the wounds I inflict flow freely for some time. Yours have already scabbed over," her eyes flickered to the various minor scars she'd imparted to me in the few hours we'd been together.Of course, her idea was insane, Oh God No! I was in Grandad's body. Well Duh! His body was supposed to be immortal."Are you sure?" I looked deep into her eyes."You are a young immortal, the youngest I've ever met, but you are an immortal," she seemed to be convincing herself as much as me.Stupid Assumption (on my part)! I wasn't in Alal's body. I was in Cáel's. Because the Cáel soul shard was young, Alal hadn't been able to find it because it had moved through Time, to me, sonofabitch! 'I' hadn't been around for him to find. No! I was making yet another damn assumption.What did I know? When Pamela found Baraqu, it had been in an object, not a person, though she had been short on details. When the Alal-shard went to the Land of the Endless Black Sands to bring Saku back, the Cáel-shard had been in reality, so it had been allowed to create a body, 'me'. Still, the curse Sarrat Irkalli placed on Baraqu was on Alal and myself as well, which meant I might just be immortal.My Alal-mind agreed with Obsidian's assessment. In his first years, his healing had been slow, still taking days for what took mortal people weeks. I'd stupidly attributed my swift recovery to Amazon medicines, ugh. Because I got wounded more than most Security Detail trainees while concurrently entertaining two and three sex partners."Can you talk with Dot Ishara?" I asked her."Yes, but why would I?""Sex?""We are going to have sex anyway," she smiled. I'd tricked her. Set her up with the right so I could now drop her with the left."I can bring the mbo  tat  back to life," I pledged. That was not what she was expecting at all. "If you bring the Xiuhcoatl, I can bring the flesh and we can unite the three." Mbo  tat  was the Tupi name for the legendary 'fiery serpent' of the Amazon Basin. In Portuguese, it had become Boi-tat , a will-o-wisp with a confused, Christianized mythology ~ a serpent dwelling in darkness, devouring the eyes of corpses, glowing in the forests at night."Where is the flesh?" she whispered."In his mortal children," I replied."Who?""You are a monster, Ītzpāpālōtl. I'm not going to tell you and you don't have the time to drag the information out of my mind before my allies drop on you like a nuclear detonation," I drew my body tightly to her."Why would the Amazons do this?""They are not. This is a deal between you and me," I kissed her lips. I pulled back. A few seconds later she kissed me back."Why?""My grandfather had my father murdered and I would avenge him. In the end, despite my father's Amazon heritage, my 'Sisters' will let his death go unavenged for the greater good of the Host. He was a man and they will never look beyond that ~ they will never value his life as they would that of a woman.""Your mother's father?""Yes. Cáel O'Shea of the Illuminati.""We are not at war with the Illuminati," she murmured. It was a casual observation, not a protest."You are at war with Cáel O'Shea.""He was slain.""He didn't stay dead.""You know much more than you are saying," she was finally catching on."Absolutely.""I need much more than a few names to convince my kin to help," she purred, a cocktail of sexual immersion and flesh-flaying pain."I don't work for you. You are agreeing to work for me," I was hard as iron in more than one way. Why? Boundaries. She lived in a world where only the fundamentals of reality constrained her. Having a human, no matter how polished my pedigree, or how much I might appear to be 'special', tell her 'you are not the boss' in a reasonable fashion was new and very unwelcome."What would make you think that?""My mentor taught me knowledge is a curse. It is our inability to forget, and I can see into your soul, Ītzpāpālōtl. You care not one wit for the life of an assassin. But the thought of the other 'Factors' of the 9 Clans treating you as an equal galls you almost as much as the crushing reality that you need them."You have lived 500 years in chains and I'm offering you a desperate grab at freedom," I added."Your brief glimpse of immortality gives you no insight into my existence," she bristled."Oh, how many have given up? How many have decided the fight was no longer worth it and faded from the Sunlight to make their final trip into the Underworld, never to return? Do you even visit them?" I spoke with a voice tinged with compassion and loss. I pulled upon the pitiless, blank memories of a childless Alal all those centuries and imprinted on them my own fears of fatherhood and failure."How do you know so much?" she let her fa ade crack, then blow away, in the hollowness of her own sorrow. How could I pity such a monster? I could because I was me and I wouldn't surrender that to the barbaric past and most likely horrific future. I pulled her close, resting my chin on the top of her head."You are not the first, wonderful, very bright woman who has stepped into my life, Obsidian," I whispered. "You are not even the first divinity. For all the millions of differences enforced by power and time, I think love, hate and the conflict between the two wear upon us all. If anything, you face an endless parade of hope and misery. Even if you chose to ignore it, you have seen it and perhaps it leaves its marks ~ water scarring the rocks of a riverbed."We paused. I was able to peripherally scan about and realize we'd made it to Central Park ~ the Ramble and off the beaten path."Your Goddess is a fool for not keeping you closer," she murmured."She does keep me close. You have been actively keeping me from her," I reminded my guest. "She also plays by the rules, so is of limited help in my plans for vengeance."Translation: I could enlist Ītzpāpālōtl's aid while still remaining loyal to my matron Goddess. Ishara could not provide what I needed and my Amazons wouldn't agree with my scheme, so I needed her. Three hours ago, she wouldn't have considered me a worthy supplicant, much less an allied equal, yet here she was conspiring with me to shake the foundations of Creation.Personally, I was thanking Mamitu, Destiny. Had I not been having my worst Sunday ever when we first crossed paths and then acted like a total cockhead, pissed her off and led her to holding Sarrat Irkalli's dagger, thus putting her life in my hands, and not had Timothy as a best friend, I wouldn't have taken her to the movie, and my mind wouldn't have wandered down those dark corridors of Alal's memories to piece things together.Whatever itinerary Obsidian had approached me with, my abrasive behavior had forced her to it cast aside. Dagger, movie, revelations, I was now so much more in her eyes than she had envisioned."Share my need and share with me an ounce of your sorrow," I murmured to her as I gently curled my fingers in her hair and directed her head up until she faced me."The dagger," she rumbled. While she was stroking my hard-on, I knew she was using it as a double meaning."I was pinned to an onyx sacrificial table," I began my tale. We worked off pants to mid-thigh then 'got busy'. Penetration was only going to be possible by turning her around. Ground-breaking was her ready acceptance of my instruction. I leaned against a tree, then pulled her onto my lap. She guided my phallus home.One locomotion and I sunk in deep. It was warm molasses until I hit and pressed against her cervix. For a second Obsidian trembled, then her muscles clamped down tightly, gripping my manhood firmly in a vise, keeping me still."Ah," I groaned. Obsidian had her neck twisted, so we were kissing with eye contact as I described my adventures with the Gong tau sorcerers. She shot me a quick twinkle of delight, a connection. She'd relayed physical pleasure in the way I was giving her cerebral gratification, aka hope.I rolled up her shirt, and gave both nipples a brutal tweak in response. She gasped. I was applying a little 'rough' with my tender intercourse. She rolled her tush against my groin, an invitation to double-down on my nipple-play. I kept my left hand working over each tit while working my fingernails down her abdomen. As I described the terror in old Tsu's face as he shouted out 'M iyǒu! (Mandarin for 'No!') as he recognized too late the curse he was invoking. She relished the visual of the Han necromancer's terror.'Me' smacking two fingers down on her clit earned me a squeal and a small gush of fluids on my nut-sack. Her look of astonishment was something I'd always cherish. Before me, sex was something she demanded from her followers/victims and definitely orchestrated. Her partners being fearful/worshipful must have limited their initiative."A-a-a-ah, we are being observed," she groaned, her lips less than an inch from mine. It took me a second."Which direction?" I kept pumping her, strumming her clit and treating her tit like taffy on a hot Coney Island summer afternoon. Her hooded eyes flickered to our right. I gave it ten seconds. I had to get Obsidian refocused on what I was going to do to her next, in case this was innocent voyeurism. Nope. It was Chaz.Why Chaz? See, I'm an idiot. My cryptic warning to Timothy for Pamela had been good for all of one minute. He'd called her and she'd gathered what she could and come looking for me.Why was she concerned? I was babbling to Timothy then wandering off with a 'beyond-freaky' chick I had just met named 'Obsidian' who came my way courtesy of another chick with the name of Estere.Let me see, Estere was Hashashin and for Timothy to describe someone in my life as 'beyond freaky' was bad news. Timothy was seriously worried about me and Timothy was an emotional rock ~ he didn't panic. Lest we forget, I was in a federal taskforce. A quick peek into New York traffic cameras revealed me and Obsidian wandering into Central Park from the south, so in the rescue party went, splitting up and Chaz 'lucked-out'.I still had two, no, three problems. I was really enjoying my sexual excursion with Obsidian and she was seeming to truly enjoy her experience with me. Oh, and Central Park is big, Pamela had been pressed for people, so she had pressed some unlikely participants into my rescue party."He's," smooch, "my brother, by adoption," I headed off the whole idea she'd been briefed on me already."Visual, Peacekeeper Six, OS2, L-11," Chaz muttered into his headset before taking up a casual stance on the path overlooking our trysting spot. Sex with an audience didn't bother her, so, we worked out as much action from twist, turns and two inches of in-and-out motions (she liked to keep our bodies tight) as we could. Obsidian was humming along in no time. Her vaginal walls were undulating, wearing away at my self-control.Panting, not from us,"Is he o, are they, who is she?" huffed and puffed a trio of voices from Chaz's locale. Oh. Pamela had recruited my 'Hounds'.I accidently (from a timing perspective) took that moment to grind my nails into her left nipple, pinched her clit and hammered her as hard as I could. Obsidian howled. Her vocalization exited the human realm in a cataclysmic manner.The noise scared avians a mile away into terrorized flight. Cats hissed, then raced for cover. Dogs tucked tail and ran. Streetlights a hundred yards away shattered in sprays of glass. Better yet, for the entertainment of my viewing public, she lashed out with her right hand at the closest Black Cherry sapling, exploding it into a mist of sap and pulverizing the bark and wood fiber into pulp.On the downside, her cervix gave my balls an ultimatum ~ release my seed at once, or she was going to twist off my head. My cock and balls have a long history of making decisions without me. I began lavishing her. Before I finally got the feeling I was out of the danger zone. She was back to rubbing against me and purring in blissful satisfaction."Onun g zleri," whispered Belgin, one of the Turks. 'Her eyes'?"Cáel, are you aware of the alternative nature of your liaison?" Chaz coolly cautioned me. Translation: 'mate, do you know you have your cock in a demon?'"Yeah," I coughed. I had a face full of her hair. I was working on some post-coital nuzzling along with slowly helping her get her pants back up."Ininzqueoccehpa," she hummed to me, ignoring our gathering. That was 'let's do this again'."Tehuatlcochitlehua," I replied with some fondness. She studied me for a second before deciding my term was one of endearment, thus 'you are what dreams are made of', not 'nightmares'.Obsidian had another issue to deal with. Timothy would call it a righteous cocking. Whatever it was, her hold on her human mein had slipped and her inhumanity was slipping through, mainly in her glass-like, black, multi-facetted eyes and her fingers which now ended in molten obsidian talons. On the subconscious level, her predatory nature was setting everyone close-by on edge. I could also make out the high pitched, ultrasonic pipping of her chiropteran cries ~ purpose unknown.Obsidian made her way off farther into the underbrush leaving me a few precious seconds to appreciate her retreating posterior while holstering my equipment. More people were arriving. I had one more thing to take care of before, oh look, Nikita had brought her Mom along, the NYPD Sergeant."Chaz, I need to have a quick chat with Dot before I can explain things. She's been waiting and that's unwise," I looked to the Brit. He nodded."Cáel? Mr. Nyilas? Prince?" all came my way. I relaxed as best I could. Chaz went to a body blow to stagger me, then an epic upper cut to send me to Lullaby Land.Dot & the DragonessDot and SzelAnya, in dragon form, were waiting as I tumbled forward. By the state of my haziness, I knew my unconsciousness wouldn't last long."You gave her your seed," came the accusation."Yes," I staggered, "and now you should be able to track her," I pointed out the bonus part of the arrangement. No comment."I've got to make this quick, SzelAnya, I've found your father, geographically speaking," I dropped the bomb."Don't," Dot Ishara commanded. After all, she and her divine cohorts had done the killing and corpse-dividing eons ago. Undoubtedly, they'd executed their own oaths to one another to 'never reveal what they had done' as well."Too late," I shook my head. SzelAnya's attention was magnetized. "I owe you and I'm paying my debts. I'm not blind to the dangers, believe me.""You have no idea what power you are invoking," Dot's undercurrent of displeasure was the worst I'd experienced."Wrong. I've got thousands of years of Alal boiling around in my head, Plus the rest of you betrayed her 2600 years ago. It doesn't mean I have to. And now, given the chance, I'm not. Even if you kill me, she's got enough toBack in the Ramble"Really expect me to believe," Nikita's mom was growling."Man down," I waved a weak arm skyward."Mr. Nyilas, what is going on here?" the Sergeant addressed me. I was reclining in a circle of my 'Hounds'; most were kneeling. Chaz was in a tiny bit of trouble for having clocked me."Umm, thanks for coming out and looking for me. I assure you, Mr. Tomorrow did what he did as a matter of his professional duties ~ intelligence gathering." As I struggled to stand, my ladies helped me. I saw Pamela with three Hounds coming up fast from one direction and Virginia with three more coming from the other. The gang was all here.The mutterings in non-English tongues suggested a bit of explaining was already going on."You've been bleeding," Nikita pointed out with an unspoken 'again'."This?" I pulled my shirt out and looked at the first bloodstain of my encounter. "This is the just the start of the bad news." I shed my windbreaker and then t-shirt.The professionals shouldered aside the others to take a closer look."All of these are from noon and less than an hour ago," I identified the damage. Sarge was skeptical. Chaz, Nikita and Virginia less so."They look older," the senior lawman noted."I've been curious about that," Chaz frowned."I've inherited my Grandfather's curse. My soul fragment was in the 'Here and Now' twenty-three years ago while his was, 'over there', so I was allowed to come into creation. According to my recently departed guest,""You are immortal," Virginia mumbled to finish the thought. Had the speaker not been a member of the FBI, who knows how the thought would have been received."From the memories I've been gifted with," I tapped the tiny divot on my forehead, "his healing abilities started out rather slowly too. I certainly don't want to test this theory, so no worries there," I scanned the group."How do you explain seeing your Grandfather in Hungary and again in Rome?" Virginia wondered."Again, that woman who just left," I got out."Was no woman," Nuray, another one of my Turkish Hounds interrupted. "Her eyes..." she tried to explain, "and look what she did to that tree," she pointed to the greatest piece of evidence of supernatural wrongdoing. The other two witnesses nodded."We all saw the same thing. Her eyes were, bottomless, definitely not human," Belgin affirmed. The veteran players looked to Chaz."She had a collapsed nose-bridge, lacked a blink response, her dental work was carnivorous and her tongue was extremely clipped and showed prehensile qualities," he reported calmly. Pause. Chaz was a freaking intelligence operative, after all."If her hands were a type of glove weaponry, I've never seen it s like before. While I know it is possible for a human to exert the force-pounds necessary to snap a two inch diameter tree trunk in one blow, it is a rare skill and requires intense discipline. This appeared to be done spontaneously, without preparation of any kind and as a reaction to other stimuli," he added."It was also your assessment he needed to be knocked unconscious?" Nikita's mom countered."Mr. Nyilas' psychological constructs are something the whole team has to work around. At times, he seeks 'insight' from his mind in a deliberately unconscious/non-sleep state," he replied."He claims to be talking with spirit powers. I know when he returns to consciousness, he delivers useful intelligence. I'm not a psychologist, psychiatrist, or psychic. I don't know why his mind functions that way. I do know results. And I know I work with people who would achieve those results by other means if it were at all possible. Since we haven't found another method, we accept that from tim

SEASON 3 EPISODE 94: COUNTDOWN WITH KEITH OLBERMANN A-Block (1:45) SPECIAL COMMENT: Trump and Musk are, at this moment, overthrowing our form of government. And this is how to stop them: Yell. Keep yelling. Government data about religious charities – private, if not necessarily secret – has wound up in the hands of Mike Flynn, the foreign asset, General Scumbag – and he’s posted it online, and mocked the Lutheran Church in doing so. Musk’s hatchet-men are literally inside the government right now demanding leaders of the U.S. Agency for International Development turn over classified documents inside restricted areas and those that have refused have been placed on leave. Trump has started a trade war with our closest allies just to have somebody for his morons to hate. Quote: “It’s a coup. Elon Musk is running a palace coup. Musk is taking classified information. Musk has taken YOUR social security number. Everybody involved should be arrested, by local DA’s if that’s all we can do, and denied bail,” unquote. A Democratic Senator, Representative, Governor, Mayor, needs to stand in front of microphones today and say that today and say that THAT BLUNTLY today. And, quote: “Pete Hegseth and Donald Trump might as well have killed those teenaged skaters on American 5342 themselves. The DC crash was their fault. Period.” Some OTHER Democratic leader, maybe the head of the Democratic National Committee, Ken Martin, elected Saturday, needs to say that. As it is, Martin says: “We’re taking the gloves off. I’m always viewed my role as a chair of the Democratic Party to take the low road, so my candidates and elected officials can take the high road. Meaning, I’m going to throw a punch.”Good. Start swinging. Because the FIRST step towards stopping wrong is by publicly and loudly yelling, THIS is wrong. A Minnesota colleague described the new DNC Chair: “Ken will cut you if he has to.” I’ll bring the metaphorical Ginsu set because right now where we actually ARE is: the nominal leading Democratic office-holder is Chuck Schumer and as Trump and Musk began to ransack your social security number and starting trade wars with our literally closest allies, Chuck Schumer’s social media Saturday afternoon was: “You’re worried about tomato prices…” and ten minutes later “You’re watching the Super Bowl…wait’ll Trump’s tariffs raise your guacamole and beer prices.” Useless. I need a thousand Ken Martins, throwing punches and metaphorically cutting a MAG-itch. I need them saying this is a coup, we will stop it, it will take time, we will beat them and jail them because bottom line is they are lazy and they leave half their lives to chance – just look at their haircuts. B-Block (30:00) POSTSCRIPTS TO THE NEWS: CBS, NPR, New York Times, Politico, NBC all tried to kiss Trump's ring. He just hurt them anyway. And this is not a joke: Semafor is hosting a "National Summit" on how to restore confidence in media. The speakers are Megyn Kelly, the idiot running CNN, the other idiot running NBC, and the idiot running The New York Times. No - seriously. B-Block (37:00) THE WORST PERSONS IN THE WORLD: Chuck Todd gets scooped on his own firing. Chris Licht finally gets a new job. Free-lance. Temp. At scale. And Neto-Baby Peter Doocy asks Softball Scholarship Recipient Karoline Leavitt about DEI. Also you doubted she called Hitler "Hilter?" I'll show you. C-Block (47:00) SPORTSBALL CENTER TONIGHT: A basketball trade deal so bad it must have been ordered by Trump. How many Petterssons? ALL the Petterssons. And for the last damn time: hockey's "Original 6?" They aren't original, and there aren't six of them.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Send us a textWant access to the book? go to PlatformGrowthBooks.comCrafting a Super Simple Sales Page: The Ginsu Knives ModelIn this episode, we delve into creating a super simple sales page inspired by the success of the Ginsu knives infomercial. Learn why simplicity, clarity, and engagement are crucial to crafting a compelling sales message. Follow a five-step formula to create an effective sales page in under 60 minutes, including identifying pain points, writing a compelling headline, using the 'Who, What, Why, How' script, highlighting key benefits, and incorporating a clear call to action with a risk reversal strategy. This hands-on exercise will help you connect with your audience and boost conversions.00:00 Introduction: The Power of Simple Sales Pages00:03 The Ginsu Knives Example01:34 Why Simplicity Matters in Sales Pages02:48 Three Key Elements of a Successful Sales Page03:32 The Five-Step Formula for Crafting a Sales Page07:47 Step-by-Step Guide to Creating Your Sales Page10:38 Key Takeaways and Final ThoughtsImplement the Blogging System that 40x My Online Business! Click here to get the training video

Happy New Year! As we hurtle toward our 200th episode, the Shed Dogs wish you all a very happy, healthy, and prosperous New Year! Here in Episode 191, we are once again enjoying letters from faithful listeners, thrashing our way towards understanding obscure words and phrases in Snappers, and getting the latest on how the PNE was feeling last September. Spoiler alert: it was feeling pretty good again. We also manage to fit in a surprisingly complicated approach to bifocals from RJ, and a short exposé on several of Ticketmaster's super-seedy business practices. Just like we hope the New Year will be, this episode is familiar and comfortable but still new and informative, so put on a comfy sweater and settle in!Links: Shed Dogs; Foster Grant bifocals; Frank Sinatra sings Fly Me to the Moon; we could not care less, seriously we couldn't, irregardless!; Wikipedia's excellent list of social generations includes references to other countries; Gene at Home Depot; The Antisocial Network; oblast; John and Jane Doe; haskap berries; Official Stick Reviews; Christopher Hitchens on free speech; the PNE; Ginsu knives live on; Veg-O-Matic (it slices! it dices!); Playland; this year's Super Dogs (YouTube); news report on Daryl Hall's aborted PNE show, with footage; the US DOJ's lawsuit against Ticketmaster.Theme music is Escaping like Indiana Jones by Komiku, by permission.

Mastermind, vision clearer than some crystal Truth stack paper, more money than a fiscal Shorties on the block, they be screaming out his name Delivered real time, never stuck in this game Changed up the story, no fairy tale, just facts Blueprints in his mind, no need for plaques Mind sharper than a Ginsu, slicing thru the fake Kingpin status, made the earth shake One by one, delivered truth in bundles Shorties begging for the seed, breaking old jungle On the East Coast, truth stack, stacks high Mastermind vision real, reaching for the sky Got a plan mapped out, call it the blueprint Hear the truth, know it's real, no need for imprint We ball to the ceiling, grind it out never coasting Mastermind's vision sharp, hear that paper toasting Script flipping, haters tripping on the regular Plot thickening, every chapter gettin' secular Stacking truth like bricks, never mixed with lies Mitchell dropping gems, got 'em openin' their eyes Money moves, used to build a legacy Shorties come around, they witness complexity Kept it real, vision straight, goals in focus On his grind daily, never lose, no hocus pocus Mastermind, vision clearer than some crystal Truth stack paper, more money than a fiscal Shorties on the block, they be screaming out his name Delivered real time, never stuck in this game Changed up the story, no fairy tale, just facts Blueprints in his mind, no need for plaques Mind sharper than a Ginsu, slicing thru the fake Kingpin status, made the earth shake One by one, delivered truth in bundles Shorties begging for the seed, breaking old jungle On the East Coast, truth stack, stacks high Mastermind vision real, reaching for the sky Got a plan mapped out, call it the blueprint Hear the truth, know it's real, no need for imprint We ball to the ceiling, grind it out never coasting Mastermind's vision sharp, hear that paper toasting Script flipping, haters tripping on the regular Plot thickening, every chapter gettin' secular Stacking truth like bricks, never mixed with lies Mitchell dropping gems, got 'em openin' their eyes Money moves, used to build a legacy Shorties come around, they witness complexity Kept it real, vision straight, goals in focus On his grind daily, never lose, no hocus pocus #hiphop , #rapmusic , #newrap , #hiphop2024 , #rapsongs , #hiphopmusic , #undergroundrap , #besthiphopmusic , #rapartist , #lyricalrap , #freestylerap , #trapmusic , #rapbeats , #rapculture , #hiphopdance , #raplyrics , #urbanmusic , #freshrap, #rapvideoshoot , #newmusic , #hiphopartist , #rapplaylist , #musicvideo , #trendingrapper , #viralrapper , #rapgenre , #hiphoplovers , #beatmaker , #rapflow , #consciousrapper , #streetrapper , #undergroundhiphop

O nosso editor não é faca Ginsu 2000, mas corta qualquer coisa que vem pela frente. Corta, guarda, deixa curtindo, filtra e depois solta pro mundo todo ouvir as atrocidades que rolam nos bastidores do DNL - as publicáveis, é claro... Então venha ouvir e cuidado para não ser cortado por Audionias, o retalhador. Apoie o DNL e obtenha benefícios - https://www.apoia.se/doisnalona Contribua de forma livre com qualquer valor para ajudar a manter o DNL, através da chave pix: doisnalona@gmail.com Vista o Dois na Lona - https://www.royalbrandstore.com.br/dois-na-lona Para apoiar o DNL, adquirir nossas camisas e nos seguir nas outras redes sociais, acesse o link da bio no IG! ANUNCIE no DNL ou mande seu email para o Fala que eu te chuto: doisnalona@gmail.com Edição por Adonias Marques @marques_editor Lista dos apoiadores mais porradeiros: Adriano Belaguarda de Aquino, Antonio Ochôa, Colombo Dionatan, Eraldo Luiz Lehmann, Roberto Higino Leite, Estênio da Silva Leite, Paulo Henrique Dizioli Novelletto, Thiago Ferenz Martins, Guilherme Loures Martins, José Carlos Cazarin Filho, Michele dos Santos, Ricardo Rocha, Jaqueline de Souza Oliveira, Eduardo Rufino de Sena Gastal, Rubens Chagas Júnior.

OLÁ TENEBROSOS, SERES CARCOMIDOS PELOS VERMES! EU SOU O ZUMBILELA! Esse é o “HISTÓRIAS TENEBROSAS PARA CONTAR EM VOLTA DA FOGUEIRA”! As histórias de hoje, que deixarão seu corpo embebido em suor e catinga de tanto medo, são do YouTuber DANI PIRES e do PALHAÇO AMENDOIM. Corra para trás da geladeira, ligue pro 011-1406, e compre facas Ginsu pra se proteger!

In tonight's trivia battle we've got 3 great guests playing 3 rounds of trivia and games! My Guests Tonight are: Lisa David Olson Author/Speaker https://lisadavidolson.com/ Todd Lisa's Husband! https://lisadavidolson.com/ Wize Otero Real Wize Radio https://stuckinmymindpodcast.com/ How AI Watched this Episode:If you'd like to create AI driven summaries from your audio content, check out Castmagic.io In this exhilarating episode of Stuff I Never Knew, host Jeff Revilla welcomes three dynamic contestants: Lisa, Todd, and Wise. The episode, set to air on the Armstrong Neighborhood Channel, kicks off with high energy and competitive spirit. This trivia game show features three rounds of intellectually stimulating questions aimed to challenge even the sharpest of minds. Jeff ensures a seamless flow by diving straight into the action, prepping the contestants for a night of fun-filled trivia. The show's theme music plays, adding a touch of excitement as the game gets underway. Round 1, titled "In the Year 2000," demands the contestants' knowledge of historical events and their ability to pinpoint the correct century. Lisa sets the pace by accurately identifying NASA's Mars Global Surveyor launch as taking place in the 20th century. Todd and Wise follow suit, answering their questions with varying levels of success. Todd falters on a diamond heist question, incorrectly choosing the 19th century, while Wise scores by correctly placing Timothy McVeigh's sentencing in the 20th century. The questions oscillate between intriguing and grim, testing the contestants' depth of historical knowledge in a brisk and action-packed segment. At the conclusion of Round 1, the scoreboard shows a close competition with all three players tied. In Round 2, aptly titled "The Hot Seat," the tension escalates as each contestant faces personalized questions from categories of their choice—music, entertainment, or products. Lisa selects "products" and answers all her questions swiftly, including nailing the brand Ginsu knives. Her bonus question, naming five popular beach vacation spots, is answered impressively even amidst technical difficulties. Todd opts for "entertainment" and shows prowess by answering two out of three questions correctly, missing only on the Fast and Furious sequel title, while successfully navigating his bonus round. Wise, diving into "music," demonstrates his expertise, correctly identifying TLC's album and the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame's location, securing significant points during the round. The Final Round, however, known as "Who Am I? What Am I? Where Am I?" proves to be the most challenging and thrilling. With 30 points up for grabs, the contestants must identify vague clues related to various subjects. Lisa displays impressive speed and precision, buzzing in with correct answers about mole sauce and volleyball. Todd makes a comeback by correctly identifying Al Capone and mosquitoes, while Wise scores with "tea" during the beverage question. The tricky questions and Jeff's engaging banter keep listeners at the edge of their seats. Despite a strong push from all, Lisa's quick thinking and correct guesses secure her the win with 15 points. To conclude this captivating episode, Jeff highlights each contestant's participation and plugs their respective projects, adding a personal touch. Lisa's victory is celebrated with deserved admiration from all. The episode ends with a call to action encouraging listeners to join future episodes and inviting trivia enthusiasts to visit stuffineverknew.com to register for upcoming games. Jeff's infectious enthusiasm and the contestants' camaraderie ensure that Stuff I Never Knew remains a memorable and engaging podcast for all who relish the thrill of trivia. Listen to More Episodes If you enjoyed this thrilling episode and want to join in on the fun, head over to https://stuffineverknew.com to listen to more episodes and discover a treasure trove of fascinating trivia

In this episode of the Wealthy Way podcast, I sit down with Cory Boatright, a seasoned real estate investor and entrepreneur, to dig into the latest market trends and how things have changed since our last conversation. We dive into the strategies Cory's using to adapt to the current market and how he's been navigating these shifting conditions. Cory also breaks down some powerful concepts like net listings and novation, explaining their benefits and how they can transform the way you do business in real estate.We also discuss the reasons behind his recent business pivot and what it takes to expand a real estate business nationally. Cory shares insights on the importance of marketing, personal discipline, and mindful consumption, all while reflecting on his journey from selling Ginsu knives and TVs to dominating the real estate game.Cory doesn't shy away from the tough topics either—he opens up about handling failure, the costs of fame, and the value of strong business partnerships. We also touch on his entrepreneurial journey, how he founded Take Down Funding, and the vision he has for the future.This episode is packed with wisdom for anyone in real estate or business, whether you're just starting out or already well-established. Tune in for strategies, stories, and some serious life lessons that will help you navigate both business and personal life with more discipline, conviction, and purpose.---Secure your spot at the #1 conference for real estate, entrepreneurship, and social media here - https://www.wealthcon.org/Feeling lost as an entrepreneur or real estate investor? Get access to our community, coaching, courses, and events at Wealthy University https://wealthyuniversity.com/If you want to level up, text me at 725-444-5244! ---About Ryan Pineda: Ryan Pineda has been in the real estate industry since 2010 and has invested in over $100,000,000 of real estate. He has completed over 700 flips and wholesales, and he owns over 650 rental units. As an entrepreneur, he has founded seven different businesses that have generated 7-8 figures of revenue. Ryan has amassed over 2 million followers on social media and has generated over 1 billion views online. Starting as a minor league baseball player making less than $2,000 a month, Ryan is now worth over $100 million. He shares his experiences in building wealth and believes that anyone can change their life with real estate investing.

In this episode, Vinny, Cordell and myself discuss MC's and rappers who just spit bars about how good they can split bars. We have an extensive debate about substance and rhyming just to rhyme. Cordell being the MC of the group, believes rhyming about how good you rhyme makes no sense and is kind of corny. We have some references some back-and-forth but overall a great debate. Feel free to leave your thoughts in the comment section. Enjoy‼️‼️

264: The Role of Storytelling in Your Email Marketing With me today is Kamala Nair. Kamala is a meticulous copywriter, a brand voice expert, and a published novelist with more than 20 years of professional writing experience. Our focus today will be on email messaging surrounding your conversion and nurture campaigns. Listen in as we talk about the importance of storytelling in your messaging. Topics Mentioned: Email Marketing Storytelling Conversion Campaigns Vulnerability In Business  Key Thoughts:  Humans are wired for story. It's how we make sense of the world.  Kamala Nair    People need the words. They need to sit with the words. They need to chew on the words. They need to absorb them and digest them before they make a move.  Michele Williams   Email is a much more intimate and direct form of communication than something like social media.  Kamala Nair    There is a happy medium between no CTA and beating them over the head with a CTA and the Ginsu knife thing. There's something in the middle. And I think each of us has to find where that middle ground is for us and for our leaders.  Michele Williams  Contact Michele: Email: Team@ScarletThreadConsulting.com Facebook: Scarlet Thread Consulting Instagram: @ScarletThreadATL Website: ScarletThreadConsulting.com LinkedIn: Michele Williams Contact Kamala: Website: www.kamalanairinc.com/  Email: kamala@kamalanairinc.com  LinkedIn: @KamalaNair Instagram: @KamalaNair References and Resources: CFO2GO Work with Me Metrique Solutions Michele's 3 courses:  Pricing Without Emotion, Understanding Your Financials, and Master Your Profit  Unfiltered Wisdom: Free Coaching from Michele's Keyboard to You Are you hungry for more? Subscribe now to receive two free coaching emails per month, personally crafted by Michele! Delivered every two weeks, these emails are packed with valuable insights, actionable strategies, and thought-provoking ideas to guide you on your business transformation journey towards greater success. LEARN MORE

While stranded at a rural Arizona rest stop, a traveling salesman is thrust into a dire situation with the arrival of three podcasters with no qualms about using their radio voices to argue and insult each other to protect their precious cold coffee and stale biscuits & gravy. On Episode 618 of Trick or Treat Radio we discuss the crime thriller The Last Stop in Yuma County from director Francis Galluppi! We also discuss toy lines for R-Rated films, The Flintstones promoting cigarette smoking, and we cast our latest masterpiece Pee-Wee Von Erich's Playhouse! So grab your Ginsu knives, make sure you topped off your gas tank, and strap on for the world's most dangerous podcast!Stuff we talk about: The Exorcist, flopping sequels, Mike Flanagan, The Fall of the House of Usher, Midnight Mass, Good vs. Evil, Bubi and the ‘Cock, Galoob, The Munsters, Micro Machines, Police Academy Crash Cycle, Defenders of the Earth, Kenner, R-Rated toy lines, Conan, Robocop, Rambo, Freddy Krueger, 13” Joe Piscopo, Escape From New York board game, Michael Winslow, Zed's Dead Baby, Toxic Avenger, Killer Klowns from Outer Space, Attack of the Killer Tomatoes, Flinstones doing cigarette commercials, getting your rib removed, Laramies, Pee-Wee Von Erich's Playhouse, Cowboy Curt Hennig, Bull Nakano, Flash Gordon, Gloria, Christian Jacobs, Saturday Evening Cartoons, Dinosaucers, Sam Raimi, House of the Devil, Jocelin Donahue, Mickey Keating, wigs, The Last Stop in Yuma County, Halloween Kills, Richard Brake, 31, The Hateful Eight, Quentin Tarantino, Francis Galluppi, Ford Pinto, movie character tropes, westerns, Faizon Love, Scottish twins, Michael Abbott Jr., Barbara Crampton, Mina Rose, unschooling, Just the Foul Tip, invasive birds, Coen Brothers, Abigail, Radio Silence, wild turkeys, die with your boots on, pastored away, and never go full Tarantino.Support us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/trickortreatradioJoin our Discord Community: discord.trickortreatradio.comSend Email/Voicemail: mailto:podcast@trickortreatradio.comVisit our website: http://trickortreatradio.comStart your own podcast: https://www.buzzsprout.com/?referrer_id=386Use our Amazon link: http://amzn.to/2CTdZzKFB Group: http://www.facebook.com/groups/trickortreatradioTwitter: http://twitter.com/TrickTreatRadioFacebook: http://facebook.com/TrickOrTreatRadioYouTube: http://youtube.com/TrickOrTreatRadioInstagram: http://instagram.com/TrickorTreatRadioSupport the Show.

Aaah o DNL... afiado como sempre! Nosso editor não é faca Ginsu, mas faz cortes extremamente precisos! Venha ouvir os melhores trechos que não foram ao ar, e descubra os planos de investimentos do Zaca Investor! Apoie o DNL e obtenha benefícios - https://www.apoia.se/doisnalona Contribua de forma livre com qualquer valor para ajudar a manter o DNL, através da chave pix: doisnalona@gmail.com Vista o Dois na Lona - https://www.royalbrandstore.com.br/dois-na-lona ANUNCIE no DNL ou mande seu email para o Fala que eu te chuto: doisnalona@gmail.com Arte por Vitor Araújo - @trigestigro Edição por Adonias Marques @marques_editor Lista dos apoiadores mais porradeiros: Adriano Belaguarda de Aquino, Antonio Ochôa, Christopher Pottes, Colombo Dionatan, Eraldo Luiz Lehmann, Guilherme Martins Alves, Roberto Higino Leite, Estênio da Silva Leite, Paulo Henrique Dizioli Novelletto, Rubens Chagas Júnior, Thiago Ferenz Martins, Guilherme Loures Martins, José Carlos Cazarin Filho, Pedro Bittencourt Almeida, Michele dos Santos.

On this episode of the world famous Sofa King Podcast, we talk about one of the biggest True Crime cases of the 1990s, that of Lorena and John Bobbitt. In June of 1993, Lorena famously cut off John's penis with a Ginsu knife, threw it in a field, and later helped the police find and reattach it. The media circus that followed was intense. Cameras were allowed in the court room and listened to Lorena and a majority of the witnesses back up her claims of domestic abuse and rape. We do our half assed best to figure out what really happened, but it ends with John starring in one of the highest grossing pornos of all time and Lorena playing herself in a documentary series by Jordan Peele. Listen, laugh, learn.   Visit Our Sources: https://www.biography.com/crime/lorena-bobbitt https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_and_Lorena_Bobbitt https://time.com/5317979/lorena-bobbitt-today-anniversary-interview/ https://www.psychiatrictimes.com/view/battered-woman-syndrome-it-enough-not-guilty-reason-insanity-plea https://www.nickiswift.com/380822/the-most-bizarre-things-about-the-lorena-bobbitt-case/ https://commons.und.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=5068&context=theses

Welcome to the Instant Trivia podcast episode 1153, where we ask the best trivia on the Internet. Round 1. Category: Stupid Show Biz Answers 1: It's the role Danny Bonaduce played on "The Partridge Family". Danny. 2: Mike Myers flexed his powers to play Studio 54 owner Steve Rubell in this 1998 film. 54. 3: Andrea McArdle, who starred in a production of "Annie Get Your Gun" in 2006, first became famous playing this role. Annie. 4: Greer Garson became the Mrs. of actor Richard Ney after he played her son Vin Miniver in this 1942 film. Mrs. Miniver. 5: It was the title of the last big-screen remake of "Beau Geste", released in 1977. The Last Remake of Beau Geste. Round 2. Category: Sharp 1: Cardsharp is an old term for a gambler who is notorious for doing this. cheating. 2: This synonym for a sniper has the same first and last letters as "sniper". a sharpshooter. 3: Be a sharp dresser by ironing your pants to keep these sharp. the creases. 4: Patricia Clarkson won a Golden Globe for playing Amy Adams' mom on this HBO miniseries. Sharp Objects. 5: This Chikara line of knives from this company is made of "premium Japanese stainless steel". Ginsu. Round 3. Category: Occupational Homonyms 1: A job like a chauffeur, or a part of your PC that needs to be updated occasionally. a driver. 2: It can mean highest in rank or value, as well as someone of high rank at your school. principal. 3: Not just an occupation, it's also a type of fruity pie. a cobbler. 4: A certain member of our military forces, or an adjective that refers broadly to the sea. Marine. 5: Someone who oversees construction work, or a muscle that becomes shorter. contractor. Round 4. Category: Add Some Consonants 1: Numbered explanatory comment at a page's bottom: OOOE. a footnote. 2: MPH indicator: EEOEE. speedometer. 3: A John Lennon classic: IAIE. "Imagine". 4: A portable musical instrument: AOIO. an accordion. 5: Old MacDonald had this point in a planet's orbit when it's nearest to the Sun: EIEIO. perihelion. Round 5. Category: Renting 1: In Alaska, a failure to pay utility bills can be grounds for this process against a tenant within 5 days. eviction. 2: Many states limit this required upfront sum to an amount equal to 1 or 2 months rent. a (security) deposit. 3: Renters with low incomes can seek assistance through the Section 8 program of this U.S. govt. department. HUD. 4: Discrimination against renting to families with children is illegal except for housing reserved for these only. senior citizens. 5: California rental agreements have implied warranties that the apt. isn't rotten, verminous or otherwise this 13-letter word. uninhabitable. Thanks for listening! Come back tomorrow for more exciting trivia!Special thanks to https://blog.feedspot.com/trivia_podcasts/ AI Voices used

Kataib Hezbollah leader Abu Baqir al-Saadi was assassinated using a ‘flying Ginsu' this month. It's among the increasingly sophisticated weapon systems being used in targeted killings.  

We're thrilled to announce the release of the latest episode of the No Doubt About It Podcast with Mark and Krysty Ronchetti, and this one's a rollercoaster of fury at misguided protests that make New Mexico look horrible to a hilarious discussion about the grease fire that seems to be air travel these days.In this episode, Mark and Krysty share their experience attending the Jerry Seinfeld show in Albuquerque, where they were met with shocking anti-Israel protests targeting Jerry due to his Jewish heritage. Join us as we condemn these despicable acts of antisemitism and delve into the fantastic performance by Seinfeld himself, amidst a supportive crowd.But the discussion doesn't stop there. We also shine a light on the controversy surrounding Meow Wolf canceling a show by Jewish hip hop artist Matisyahu, sparking questions about potential discrimination based on religious beliefs. Plus, get ready for some laughs as we unveil the humorous side of a new secret weapon dubbed the Ginsu. If you don't know about the Ginsu this is a must listen.And finally, Krysty goes through a laundry list of hilarious and disturbing stories of air travel mishaps that will have you questioning why air travel feels so bizarre nowadays, adding a touch of levity to the conversation.We invite you to tune in, enjoy, and join the conversation! Don't forget to like, subscribe, and share your thoughts on the episode. For even more content, subscribe to our YouTube channel, and check out our merchandise or contribute to the podcast at nodoubtaboutitpodcast.com.#Seinfeld #Matisyahu #antisemitism #humor #protest #Israel #Ginsu #conservative #gop #newmexico #airtravel Website: https://www.nodoubtaboutitpodcast.com/Twitter: @nodoubtpodcastFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/NoDoubtAboutItPod/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/markronchettinm/?igshid=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ%3D%3D

A new bomb that kills without collateral damage and a multi-billionaire with a passive love for wealth. Are these stories related? Of course not, but you will find them both riveting! Oh yeah, I touch on the super bowl too. Listen here.

Welcome to the Instant Trivia podcast episode 1076, where we ask the best trivia on the Internet. Round 1. Category: Chicago Tv 1: Stacy Edwards as Lisa Catera is a doctor with commercial appeal on this series. Chicago Hope. 2: He played Chicago-based psychologist Bob Hartley. Bob Newhart. 3: Of surgeon, chef or hit man, it's the profession of Carmy, who returns to his home city to ply his trade in "The Bear". chef. 4: On "Early Edition", it's the pet that delivers the Chicago Sun-Times to Gary Hobson, a day earlier than to everyone else. Cat. 5: In 2015 this drama about Windy City doctors joined the "Chicago P.D." and "Chicago Fire" franchise. Chicago Med. Round 2. Category: That Book Gave Me A Nightmare 1: Prosecutor Vincent Bugliosi's "Helter Skelter" is an account of the crimes of this man and his followers. (Charles) Manson. 2: These monsters du jour are the villains of "The Remaining", about a plague survivor waiting in a bunker. zombies. 3: This children's author is not so innocent--a kitten is almost baked in a pie in her "Tale of Samuel Whiskers". Beatrix Potter. 4: In "The Hungry Moon", horror stalks a town in England that practices the faith of these pre-Christian priests. the druids. 5: Bearing the name of a Catholic rite, it's Whitley Strieber's supposedly true account of his abduction by aliens. Communion: A True Story. Round 3. Category: What A Dive! 1: Someone who profits, or a backwards somersault that lands feet first into the water. a gainer (full gainer). 2: You are the projectile in the name of this dive, with your knees pulled to the chest for maximum splash. a cannonball. 3: This dive named for a pocket blade involves touching your feet in the air. a jackknife. 4: This Mexican city is famous for its clavadistas, or cliff divers. Acapulco. 5: Your arms stick out to either side when you start this dive named for a waterfowl. a swan dive. Round 4. Category: Sharp 1: Cardsharp is an old term for a gambler who is notorious for doing this. cheating. 2: This synonym for a sniper has the same first and last letters as "sniper". a sharpshooter. 3: Be a sharp dresser by ironing your pants to keep these sharp. the creases. 4: Patricia Clarkson won a Golden Globe for playing Amy Adams' mom on this HBO miniseries. Sharp Objects. 5: This Chikara line of knives from this company is made of "premium Japanese stainless steel". Ginsu. Round 5. Category: Anagrammed Shakespearean Characters 1: She's a foreign queen:ALERT A COP. Cleopatra. 2: A fairy:NO ROBE. Oberon. 3: He's magical:ROSE PROP. Prospero. 4: He domesticates his wife:RIPE TOUCH. Petruchio. 5: He's a title prince:CRISP EEL. Pericles. Thanks for listening! Come back tomorrow for more exciting trivia!Special thanks to https://blog.feedspot.com/trivia_podcasts/ AI Voices used

have you ever wondered what would happen after the first tmnt movie if they had continued the story? todays guest as done just that very thing! he is currently writing a mini series based on the first movie from the 90s and what a continued grounded tmnt story would look like. if your a shell head you will love this!

Hangar 18 is filled with aliens, so the government must do everything to stop Chris and Charlotte from talking about Robert Vaughn, Gary Collins, Stuart Pankin, infomercials, and—you guessed it—Donald Pleasence.Content warning: We discuss a movie that deals with sexual violence. We mention when we're about to discuss in the episode, and have provided chapter markers to allow you to skip it.Show Notes.Hangar 18: MST3K Wiki. IMDb. Trailer.We talk about She-Man in our episode on Wild Rebels.Rifftrax Presents presents Tron.Demon Dogs.Our episodes on The Last Chase and Master Ninja II.Sign up for our Patreon and you can hear us talk with other Megaphonic folks about The Greatest Story Ever Told (1965).River of Death (1989).Edgar Allan Poe's Buried Alive (1989).Buried Alive (1990).Our episode on Girls Town.Good Luck, Miss Wyckoff (1979).Our episodes on Avalanche and Colossus and the Headhunters.Soldier Blue (1970).Our episode on The Amazing Colossal Man.Hinterland Who's Who.The story behind Dem Bones (a.k.a. Dry Bones).Larry Clinton ft. Bea Wain: Heart and Soul.A child-sized Roman-era chamber pot.The political history of potty training.Christmas with the King Family.Turn-On, episode 1.Highlights.Mario Andretti ads. And another.Robert Vaughn's Helsinki Formula Hour.Erin Gray's Cellulite Show.A classic long Ginsu knife ad.A classic Columbia House Club ad.Couldn't find an ad for Kooky Kountry, but here's Kooky Tunes.An actual infomercial from Time-Life for a collection of 80s hits—but the infomercial is from 2006.Freedom Rock was not K-Tel.Support us on Patreon and you can hear a bonus bit that was cut for time.

In this episode of the DMV Mess Hall, Rally Captain and Tailgate Ted - talk about Kam Curl's contract extension - Jamin Davis' legal problems - the 1st full day of pads and the 1st team offense's struggles vs the 2nd team defense --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/dmv-mess-hall/message

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Baseret på eksempler fra bogen "Mentor to Millions" taler Anders og Mikael i dag om, hvordan man kan begynde at tænke mere eksponentiel vækst ind i sin forretning. De kommer blandt andet omkring Ginsu knivene (en $500M forretning) og app'en StarShop, som hurtigt blev installeret på 6 millioner mobiltelefoner via et strategisk samarbejde.

Episodio 194. ¿Tu te acuerdas el Ginsu 2000 heteroduplex bicurious? Futurista, pero con la elegancia del mármol. Mejor que la anterior pero todavía estúpido. Lo único que me gustó de esa hamburguesa es que se me quitó la curiosidad y lo minimo es 10 mas que el máximo. ✅ Follow Up Audífonos de alta pedancia Aventuras en California de Jorge Twitter Qué significa Pro?

If a problem is a lack of resources; then a dysfunction is a misuse or failure to use our resources. Vision is the ability to see resources in the present circumstance. Life lived is life learned. Every experience has facts, concepts and applications. These are stories from the eclectic life of Lonnie Jones, Licensed Professional Counselor, Minister, SWAT Team Chaplain, Outdoor Enthusiast and Quixotic Jedi. Support this podcast at https://anchor.fm/lonnie-jones/support Please subscribe and share. www.lonniejones.org or lonjones@bellsouth.net Check out YouTube.com/c/LonnieJones for archived lessons, Skits, videos explaining some of the rope stuff we talk about. Get t-shirts, stickers, prints and other art at www.teespring.com/stores/lonnie-jones-art Visit Amazon for the following books: "Cognitive Spiritual Development: A Christ Centered Approach to Spiritual Self Esteem"; "Grappling With Life. Controlling Your Inside Space"; "Pedagogue" The Youth Ministry Book by Lonnie Jones; "If I Were a Mouse" a children's story written and illustrated by Lonnie Jones; "The Selfish Rill, a story about a decision" A fantasy parable by Lonnie Jones. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/lonnie-jones/support

GUEST- Roger Persaud is the author of "America Should Be Grateful To Haiti." He joins Eric to talk the real history of Haiti and how it affected America through the Louisiana Purchase.  Plus, in the news: US May Have Used "Ginsu Bomb" To Take Out Terrorist Mastermind The Pact Act Passes... Finally The Guinness-Loving Mayor Who is a Horse Has Been Banned From His Favorite Pub! Check out Eric's articles on Substack including his recent piece on Joe Biden and is his age a factor in the election and the Elvis Empire might be shaking. Find Eric's books including "Ascension" and "How To Start A Podcast In Less Than a Day" here! FOLLOW THE OPEN HIGHWAY ON IG!  A Viking Dog Production  

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Join Jim and Greg as they cheer the CIA drone killing of Al Qaeda leader Ayman al-Zawahiri in Afghanistan and recount the horrors he helped to inflict over the years. But they also wonder just how much Al Qaeda has reconstituted in Afghanistan. They also note the signs of a fraying relationship between the U.S. and Ukraine and whether the Biden administration is looking to end the war while Zelensky refuses. And they shake their heads as Trump endorses "ERIC" in the Missouri Senate race, since Eric Greitens is a scandal-ridden cancer on the GOP who could easily lose the general election and Eric Schmitt is a strong conservative who would win easily in November.Please visit our great sponsors:Express VPNhttps://expressvpn.com/martiniSign up now and get an extra 3-months FREENetChoicehttps://NetChoice.org/2992Join us in telling Congress to stop rising prices and reject progressive tech regulations like S.2992

Join Jim and Greg as they cheer the CIA drone killing of Al Qaeda leader Ayman al-Zawahiri in Afghanistan and recount the horrors he helped to inflict over the years. But they also wonder just how much Al Qaeda has reconstituted in Afghanistan. They also note the signs of a fraying relationship between the U.S. […]

From 2005- Barry Becher and Edward Valenti, co-authors of "The Wisdom of Ginsu: Carve Yourself a Piece of the American Dream." Becher and Valenti help make Ginsu knives a retail phenomenon beginning in the late 1970's.

Delano Squires joins Whitlock for a special in-depth holiday interview. How did TheBlaze columnist Squires go from an immigrant kid in Queens to a regular guest on “Fearless” and “Tucker Carlson Tonight?” Was he always a conservative? How did he become such an accomplished writer? Now that his television career has started to take off, what are his next goals? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Do you want an amazing discovery? No gimmicks. Really. Would you like to hear how one of the hardest things you love to avoid is not only easy, but fun? Seriously! We'd throw in a free Ginsu knife, but that's not necessary, ‘cause we're not selling you on anything!

Ah, o capitalismo! O delicioso capitalismo que nos ensina a abrir a carteira para curar a ansiedade e a carência de cada dia. Quem nunca foi descontar as insatisfações da vida no Aliexpress e acabou comprando uma saúna inflável? No mínimo um pacote de cabos USB por R$1,99 rolou, né? Mass isso não começou ai. O famoso 011 1406 já nos convencia a comprar facas Ginsu (que nunca perdem o fio), meias que "nunca" desfiam, e a incrível pulseira Power Balance. Se você também passou por isso (sim, você passou), então pause o seu toca-discos, guarde os DVDs, e ouça esse episódio! Participantes: Sr. Jones Srta. Nuvem Sra. Missy Sr. Piu Sr. Mistério E-mails: Mande suas críticas, elogios, e sugestões para contatowiseguys@gmail.com, ou nos mande um oi no Instagram @two_wise_guys.

This one's about: Premium frying pans that come in soothing earthy colors, Ginsu knives, the Ron Popeil revolution, and snake oil. The allure and wonder of direct-to-consumer products. Are vegan gummies going to fix your anxiety? What about artisanal distilled non-alcoholic spirits? Do you really need a new pan? What if it comes with a special wooden spoon that hooks onto the handle? What are the key components of an influencer video pushing a new product? But wait, there's more! Matt, Steve, and Emily discuss the current surge in DTC products, dunk on the ones we think are lame, and question the value of these industry disruptors. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

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Don't know about you, but we've been hit with so many dicks tonight!  The same has befallen Mehran Khaghani (Last Comic Standing, IFC Comedy Drop) who takes the guest star chair this time.  Mehran discusses coming out to his Iranian parents and how you have to fight to be heard in life.  He and Sharon then cover the importance of viewing a relationship as building a life together.  Then they segue to how toenails can be like Ginsu knives and the plus side of "touching the pickle".

Join me on the edge this week as I welcome my cousin and co-host  for the show today Debroah Gaffney Brains get dialed in as we chop it up like Ginsu knives. We are going to talk about everything from soup to nuts. It is going to very interesting .

Tim Lybarger joins the nerds for an in-depth discussion of TV's truest art form, infomercials.  The guys reminisce about all time favorites from Ginsu knives to the Ronco rotisserie, name some favorite pitchmen, and highlight the most ridiculous infomercial products.  This week's Nerd To Dos include Brisco Country Jr., Seventh Son, True Detective, and a special Lorenzo Watch 2015 live reading.

PLEASE NOTE: The KickStarter campaign mentioned in this episode will start in a couple of days, as there's been an unexpected delay with KickStarter - we'll make sure to update you when it does! It's more than hour, so you know we're going in. We're joined by beauty & entertainment blogger Stephen Dimmick (who has a tongue as sharp as a Ginsu), and by recording artist Veronica Elaine (who is just a plain crazy). We went so hard that we hardly got through the topics we wanted - Beyoncé accused of shading Kelly (again). Madonna drops the N-Bomb and we take you some of everywhere with that. Then, the Sitch is one of the first where we have nearly a full consensus - because it's just that clear cut. The Tati B. has a new epidemic to address, and you just may be an offender. Veronica wouldn't mind if you were. Finally, Jarrett gets real on us all with a new Get It Together on the truth behind what you think you know about entertainment that you're just going to have to tune in to hear. Get to listening! ---------------------- CONNECT WITH THE CAST: Jarrett Hill @JarrettHill (Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Youtube) www.HuffingtonPost.com/jarrett-hill/ Tati B. @TheTatiB (Twitter, IG) Stephen Dimmick @DailyDiimmick www.DailyDimmick.com Veronica Elaine @VeronicaElaineMusic On iTunes: Veronica Elaine Jessica Rabbit Find our show now on iTunes, Stitcher & SoundCloud by searching "GetBack2Reality"! Get Back 2 Reality Back2Reality