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A mustache may grab the chat, but the story starts with something bigger: a cop-creator wins his badge back. We kick off with Officer Honey Badger's reinstatement and why it matters for transparency, policy, and the growing number of officers trying to educate the public with real footage and real analysis. From there, we sprint into the gear that actually changes outcomes—a two-pound, pocket-friendly AED that talks you through a rescue. Imagine it in every patrol car, every security fleet, even bundled by automakers and supported by insurers. Seconds save lives, and design makes seconds possible.Then the heat turns up. A lieutenant colonel refuses to roll down her window after speeding. We unpack the law you can use in the real world: what Mims allows, what Rodriguez limits, and why “reasonableness” is the backbone of good police work when the stop doesn't neatly end the moment paper hits a hand. We show how roadside transparency—like presenting a dash video on the spot—can defuse arguments and save court time. We also watch sovereign citizen scripts wilt where they always do: inside a courtroom ruled by precedent, not YouTube law.The hardest segment is a use-of-force failure you can't unsee: a taser deployed too close, a gun brought in at contact range, and a life ended without necessity. We call it straight and offer a fix that's bigger than a memo: make grappling competency a prerequisite to the badge. Wrestling, jiu-jitsu, judo—skills that keep you calm under pressure and lower force across the board. It's not about being a tough guy; it's about control, patience, and humility.To remind you why the job matters, we highlight what good looks like. Officers lift an ejected infant from beneath a rolled car and bring her back with CPR. Another cop grabs an extinguisher and smothers a man in flames, then coaches his breathing until fire arrives. A domestic with a knife turns on seconds: a door is breached, the victim and suspect are separated in a sentence, and lifesaving care follows. Through each frame, the pattern is thesend us a message! twocopsonedonut@yahoo.comPeregrine.io: Turn your worst detectives into Sherlock Holmes, head to Peregrine.io tell them Two Cops One Donut sent you or direct message me and I'll get you directly connected and skip the salesmen.Support the showPlease see our Youtube channel https://www.youtube.com/c/TwoCopsOneDonut Join our Discord!! https://discord.gg/BdjeTEAc

This was an Instagram and YouTube Live Discussion: A police chief allegedly living out of state lit up the news cycle, but we wanted to slow down and ask better questions: What do the policies say? What are taxpayers actually paying for? And in a 24/7 profession built on phones, CAD, RTCC feeds and command calls, does a zip code define leadership—or do results?We share a candid, on-the-ground perspective from two decades in patrol, training, and the real-time crime center. You'll hear why firefighters sleeping at stations has long been normal, how some departments allow rotations with clear approvals, and where residency rules draw bright lines. Then we get practical: how FTO programs work when done right (volunteers, stipends, documented feedback), how bad habits often stem from training gaps, and why culture change starts with consistent standards and visible accountability.From there, we go deep on technology that shapes modern policing. Learn how an RTCC taps into body-worn cameras, drones, and city systems to protect officers and civilians in real time. Understand why audit logs, short retention windows, and transparent policies matter for tools like LPRs. And get a straight take on body cams: activate on dispatch, no muting, let redaction happen later. The same systems that increase power also record its use—and that's a feature, not a bug, when communities demand trust.We also tackle listener questions: what discipline looks like for camera lapses, why tech doesn't replace judgment, and how leadership presence is about availability, not street-side cameos. If you care about policy, training, technology, and the line between optics and outcomes, this conversation brings clarity without the spin.If this resonated, subscribe, share with a friend, and leave a review. Tell us: should a chief's location matter if the policies, audits, and performance are tight? We want your take.send us a message! twocopsonedonut@yahoo.comPeregrine.io: Turn your worst detectives into Sherlock Holmes, head to Peregrine.io tell them Two Cops One Donut sent you or direct message me and I'll get you directly connected and skip the salesmen.Support the showPlease see our Youtube channel https://www.youtube.com/c/TwoCopsOneDonut Join our Discord!! https://discord.gg/BdjeTEAc

Making a Scene Presents an interview with Samuel WilburSamuel Wilbur returns with a powerful new album, Ivory Tower — a record that feels nothing short of magical. Beyond its cinematic sound and lyrical depth, the album stands out for how Wilbur uses his platform to spotlight some of Minneapolis's strongest female voices, featuring stunning performances by Meghan Kreidler, Dani Michaele, and Laura Kiernan. http://www.makingascene.org

We should genetically engineer ticks and release them into the environment, so they can infect people with a meat allergy. That's a real—and thoroughly wicked—proposal from two bioethicists at Western Michigan University. Join us as we dissect possibly the dumbest idea the academy has ever produced.

Today's Song of the Day is “Once Again the World Let You Down (Ft. Meghan Kreidler)” from Samuel Wilbur's album Ivory Tower, out October 31.Samuel Wilbur will be performing at the Parkway Theater on Thursday, October 30.

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 1 When Glen Zane Braxton is accidentally accepted into a fundamentalist women s college. In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels. Leading up to the first day of college. Every old trick was invented by someone once upon a time. A Little Background: Hi. My name is Glenn Zane Braxton but everyone calls me Zane. I'm a good-looking (or so I'm told) athletic kid just over six feet tall and just under two hundred pounds. I get my Nordic looks from my Mom who hails from Norway. I apparently get my optimistic attitude and loose moral structure from my Dad, though I was to learn that Mom was a bit freaky too. My parents were killed in a rock climbing accident when I was fifteen so I was sent to live with my Uncle Tim (Dad's younger brother) and Aunt Jill. Unfortunately for me, while my parents had been rich hedonists, Tim and Jill were fundamentalist Christians doing missionary work in northern Thailand. I spent the next two-and-a-half years in a place where a paved road was a luxury. I have nothing against Christianity; I consider myself a decent Christian but I believe my faith stops at the next person's 'I'm not interested'. My aunt and uncle were a very different breed. They believed that it was every Christian's duty to convert our little brown brothers and sisters (no shit, this is what Tim told me) whether they wanted it or not. Needless to say, I witnessed them busting their self-righteous heads against the faith and traditions of these ancient people they'd come to 'help enlighten,' while I learned all about Thai culture, cuisine, and kick-boxing. I learned that spending time with Thai women was a hell of a way to get another kind of education too. On the down side, Tim beat me whenever he found out about the women. To get back at him, I spent time with Buddhist monks - score one for the Zen! Three months ago there was an incredibly brutal monsoon and something possessed Tim to go down to the river to save people. Since every sane individual was running away from the river, I pleaded that we go with the people that actually knew what was going on. Instead, I ended up with my Aunt and Uncle hip deep in the muddy water when an uprooted tree hit Tim and Jill. Like a fool I jumped into the flood waters after them. I got to Jill - Tim was a goner. Afterwards, when I realized that no Tim meant a return to the States, I was not crying tears of joy - that would have been cruel. After they gave up the search for Tim, Jill and I returned to Western Civilization. Jill surprised me by actually having a college degree that was useful and she got a job in Virginia working as an insurance adjuster for a nice sized company. I had completed my high school credits online back in Thailand and passed my college entrance exam so I was looking forward to partying it up somewhere far away from Jill. Fate has a funny way of laughing at me, though. For some byzantine reason, Dad set up my trust fund so that I would get a fraction of my inheritance when I turned eighteen, as long as I was in an institution of higher learning approved of by Tim and Jill - now just Jill. Otherwise, I had to wait until I was twenty-one. I wanted to go to the University of Hawaii Jill found a nice little place close to what she called home, real close. Speaking of home; our living arrangements were courtesy of Tim's generous insurance policy and his own little share of Dad's family's money. She bought us an expansive two-story spread with nice large yards, front and back, right where the countryside hits the suburbs. I wished we had a pool and even offered to dip into my own funds to have one put in but since pools were 'cesspits of depravity' Jill nixed the notion. Getting a car was also an interesting discussion. Jill said 'no way' and wouldn't budge until we noticed that our neighbors were two nice looking ladies in their twenties (I guessed). On the day we moved in I went over to talk (I'm drawn to women like a comet to the Sun) and spent over an hour getting to know them. There were two big pluses about their place; one was the large pool in back, which the girls (there turned out to be more than two) promised I could use whenever I wanted, real nice of them. The other one was, When I got home I told Jill not to worry about the car; the cute lesbian couple offered to pick me up from school whenever I needed a ride. "Are they atheists?" Jill gasped. Apparently them being homosexuals wasn't enough? "Nah, they are Wiccans," I lied again with a smile. We went car shopping the next day. I figured I would tell Jill we lived next to a sorority house (to the other university in town) at some later date. What Not to Wear Moving in turned out to be half the battle for my life at the new house. Next came the clothing war. Personally, I think I look great naked and do wonderful with people of the female persuasion but in Virginia they arrest you for this. Since I only have a twenty percent chance of being taken in by a female police officer (or the five percent of the male officers who are out and-out homosexuals), I'm going to go to jail if I go around nude. My solution was to look around the local teenage hangouts, websites, and social networks to get me a style that would be both individualistic yet fit in. Aunt Jill was of the opinion that my school uniform (see below) would be my normal look. When I told her I'd use my own money to get what I wanted she threatened to throw them out because I was still living under her roof. I got pissed off and since my outlet options were pretty limited, I stupidly went to my room and did what every teenage boy should never do when their female guardian is at home - maybe I have malaria and the fever was clouding my thought processes. In Thailand I would simply go out into the jungle Jill never went out into the wilderness if she could help it. There was no jungle and Jill knew right where my room was, and since it was her house, she barged right in. Half way through giving me a piece of her mind Jill noticed me, the Vaseline, the box of Kleenex, and what my hand was pumping. I yanked the comforter on my bed, trying to cover myself, which resulted in my flipping off the bed (I was sitting on the comforter) and rolling to Jill's feet. Jill stood there with her mouth wide open, eyes glued to my cock. I stopped pumping but my rod wouldn't go down despite my shame, not of my erection but because I didn't like sexually taunting a recent widow. "That's, that's disgusting," she gasped while still fixated on my erection. I wiggled around so that I could pull up my underwear and slacks. Once my cock was under cover Jill started harping on me. "You vile pervert," she seethed. "What is the meaning of you showing your, thing to me? You are filthy. Wash your sheets then wash your hands then never do this again." "Um, Jill, Aunt Jill, I'm an eighteen-year-old male. I need to masturbate," I informed her. "Not in this house," she said shrilly. I grabbed the tissues and Vaseline, then headed for the door. "Where are you going?" she worried. "Into the woods out back," I answered as I tried to move past her. "I kind of need to finish this." "You will do no such thing," Jill gasped as she grabbed my arm, "you might be seen, and it's wrong." First priority for Jill was social appearances while my spiritual well-being was somewhat less important at that moment. "Jill," I cautioned her, "I really need to knock one out. I'm stressed." Jill grabbed the Vaseline and tissues from my hands, not because she was stronger but because in my own twisted way, I still acknowledged Jill as my authority figure; not much of one, but one nonetheless. Ripping them away from her wasn't an option so, "Jill, you are my only parent now. I need to come to you about, things sexual," I suggested. "No," Jill responded with some shock. "There will be no sex in this house. You will have sex when you are married and not before, ever. Even then, sex is only for procreation." "Jill, I'm not a virgin," I informed her. Her jaw dropped but I'm not sure if it was shock, horror, or something else. "You've had sex with a girl?" she whispered. "Aunt Jill, I had twenty girlfriends back at the mission," I related. "Did, Did Tim know? How did it happen? When did you do it?" she stammered. "Tim knew; that is why he kept beating my ass. "It happened simply enough; we would be bathing down at the river and if we liked what we'd seen and if things clicked, we'd go fool around. Sometimes we'd kiss and touch and sometimes we'd have sex; you know, blowjobs, cunnilingus, vaginal and anal sex," I continued. "Gack, ah, oh, God preserve me," Jill sputtered. "As for when, the best time was right after Bible study when you and Tim were preoccupied with the parents and us kids could sneak off to a house and fool around in the common room, and then couples would pair up and have sex in the bedrooms," I finished. "Oh, poor Tim," Jill moaned as she slumped against the door sill. "Can I have my stuff and go now?" I asked softly. "No," she snapped. We kind of stood there for a minute before she asked, "Were you sneaking peeks of me at the river?" "Umm," I half turned away, "yeah, I did." Jill looked offended. "You are very sexy, Jill," I attempted to mollify her. It didn't work. "You pervert, you freak, that's incest. It is against God's Laws!" she screamed at me. "Jill, we are not blood related, and I never said I actually wanted to sleep with you, only that you have a very nice body," I countered calmly. "Shut up! Stop talking," she shouted, before storming off, leaving me even more frustrated. An hour later Jill sent me out to get some pizza but when I got back she wasn't in the house, though her car was still in the garage. I smelled smoke and followed the scent out into the backyard. I saw what Jill was doing; she didn't need to tell me what she was up to but she did it anyway. "I think we need to put your misspent time in Thailand behind you," she announced, "so I've decided it is best to get rid of all the clothes, books, and statues you brought back." "You should have asked me," I stated. Of course, this meant War. "You are awash in sin, Zane," she answered in this twisted, loving tone. I turned and went in the house. What had that monk said to me when I'd discussed my relationship with Tim and Jill? One does not build a house of stone out of grass Which he suggested meant petty payback satisfies little and is soon gone, but real revenge comes from working permanent change on your opponent. Over the next four days I ordered a secure chest online, withdrew my bank limit each day, and started taking a pitcher of grape juice to my room at bedtime (it will make sense in a moment). I decided to start my plan Sunday night. Stage One: after Jill has gone to bed, fill her car up with gas and report all her credit cards and bank card stolen. We have plenty of food in the kitchen and Jill takes her lunch to work so with the car full of gas she won't immediately notice her cards are useless tomorrow. Also withdraw yet another five hundred dollars with my bank card, which is the daily limit. Stage Two: Once Jill has gone to work, I put three of her Sunday's Best into the steel chest, to which I have the only combination. Burn every piece of ultra-conservative matronly-wear, from underwear to bathrobes to jackets. Now that mid-morning has come, I head over to the Sorority House and enlist the aid of my two new friends, Leigh and Corrie. We go clothes shopping with the money I've saved up. Each 'sister' gets one thing (for services rendered) and the rest of the money we dump on getting Jill everything a sexually confident and active twenty-something would wear (Jill's only thirty) as well as getting me some normal clothes. I'm not going to attempt to make Jill dress like a hooker; that would never work. Jill's been warped by her narrow-minded environment for all of her three decades so making her more tolerant is going to take time. Stage Three: As we are heading to the bedrooms that evening I 'accidently' bump into Jill and soak her with a pitcher of grape juice she now knows I'm taking to my room on a regular basis. Grape juice doesn't come out and a pitcher will soak her down to her underwear and bra. "Sorry, Aunt Jill," I blathered. "Oh, Zane, this dress is totally ruined. I should make you pay to replace it," she sounded cross. "Consider it done," I offered. Technically, I'd already bought her a new one. Jill went into the bathroom muttering Leviticus before tossing me a roll of paper towels to clean up the spilled juice. "Zane?" Jill called from the bathroom with a hint of concern. "Yes?" I responded from the hallway. "Where is my bathrobe?" she inquired. "In the laundry," I lied. I hear her putter around for a few seconds, then, "Go to your room and shut the door," she ordered me. I got up and made a point of noisily shutting my door. Half a minute later the bathroom door squeaked open and I heard Jill pad quietly to her room and shut the door. I opened my door and sprinted to the bathroom. I retrieved her clothes from the hamper and tossed them in the sink, got the carefully secreted lighter fluid from underneath, doused them, and tossed in a lit match. At the same time as I'm doing this, I heard Jill slamming dresser drawers open and shut. "ZANE!" Boy, what have you done?" Jill shouted from her room. I raced out of the bathroom (on purpose) at the same time Jill burst out of her room so we were basically five feet apart when Jill remembered that she was naked; I was barefoot in pajama bottoms. Jill's look was priceless as she realized that the number of men who'd seen her totally naked since she hit puberty had just doubled. She spun around and bolted into her room, door slamming shut once more. It took her a few moments to form a plan. "Zane, go to your room and shut the door," she growled with a tad more control. "Sure thing." I grinned as I walked to my room, shut the door, and leaned against it waiting for what I knew would unfold next. Sure enough, Jill raced to the bathroom. "Zane, where is my dress?" "In the sink," I told her. Three, two, one. "ZANE! What have you done!" she screamed once more. "My bra, my underwear, my hose, she sobbed. "Jane, you have a robe in your closet. If you want, put it on and come to my room so we can talk this over," I suggested. I didn't hear anything for fifteen minutes as I waited on my bed. Finally, the door swung open slowly and Jill took a half step into my room. Her eyes were downcast in shame but her voice was full of hurt and anger. In her mind there was no possible reason for me to have done this. She was pulling off the Hurt Little Girl bit really well with her mid-thigh crimson satin robe and her wavy, deep-red hair flowing loosely over her shoulders and down her back. "I can't believe you picked this out for me to wear, Zane. Now where are my clothes?" she ground out. "Jill, you look good in that, really good, but I didn't pick it out for you. I had our next-door neighbors do that because you are all beautiful young women," I explained. "If you tell me what color you are wearing, I'll tell you where your clothes are." Jill stood stock still as she worked out that I was talking about her panties. "Blue, the deep blue ones, with the black, lace," she whispered. "Not the white?" I had to ask since I would have guessed this was the first pair of non-white panties she'd ever worn. Her constricted mind had expanded a tiny bit. "The white ones were nearly see-through," she answered after a second. I had to agree with that. "I put your clothes exactly where you put all the stuff I brought back from Thailand," I answered. It took a moment for that to sink in. Her burning green eyes popped up in shock. "What am I going to wear to work tomorrow?" she wailed. "I'll tell you if you agree to one request I have for you," I replied with compassion. "Fine," she hiccupped. She was so body conscious that she wasn't really thinking about the implications of what she was saying but I believed she would still honor her word. "I want you to wear your hair down all day tomorrow, or in a ponytail, but that's it," I ordered. Jill looked at me truly confused; she always wore it in a bun. "But why?" she questioned. "I don't understand." "Your hair is beautiful when it is down, Aunt Jill. I figure it wouldn't kill you to try a new look," I answered. Again, she didn't understand but I was okay with that, and getting her clothes out of the closet was part of the deal. I pulled out bag after bag and set them on the bed. Jill stepped up during the process and pulled various articles of clothing out, utterly flummoxed with what she was discovering. This wasn't slut-wear but it would definitely show more of her curves and skin than she would have ever normally considered. When I finished bringing bags out she looked past me, expecting more. "I can't wear any of this," she declared. "Please tell me you didn't really destroy my clothes." "Jill, I did burn up most of your clothes and you can wear what I bought you. You are thirty, not sixty-five. When I jumped into that river, God decided that I rescued you and not Tim, and I can't believe I saved you so you could go right back to the same life you had before," I interpreted what might have been true, God doesn't talk to me. "What did I do to deserve this, Zane?" she pleaded. "You burned up all my stuff from Thailand, Jill. And while you might think of this as revenge, it's not. You may not see it this way now but one day, I hope you will understand that I love you," I told her. "Zane, I don't understand. What you did was evil, despicable, and wicked and I won't tolerate it. We should pray to God, me for guidance and you for forgiveness," she pouted. She made to kneel down at my bedside so I followed out of long practice. We clasped our hands in prayer and while Jill closed her eyes, mine remained open. Now, my bed is not even at knee level so when Jill knelt down to pray, leaning forward until her elbows were on the mattress, she inadvertently thrust her ass backwards, yes, Jill was doggy style on my bed. I had abstractly known Jill was attractive but the thought of having sex with her had never come up. What was now 'coming up' was suddenly a problem, as were my attempts to keep up with exactly what Jill was asking God for, but the gist of it seemed to involve the Almighty taking steel wool to my corrupt soul, the harder and more painful the scrubbing, the better. "Amen," we said in unison as the thirty-seven minute ordeal came to an end and Jill stood up. "Jesus has told me that I only have to put up with your dementia until morning. I'd rather get new clothes instead of showing up to work, as some strumpet," she proclaimed. "Um, where did you come up with the word 'strumpet' and who ever said it was a sin to be good looking?" I asked. "Nothing I got for you suggests sexuality, no push-up bras, crop tops, or slit skirts. They're clothes, nothing more." "It doesn't matter what you think," Jill countered. "Whatever madness you thought you were accomplishing won't work. I really should call the pastor." "And tell him what, that I burned your clothes and bought you, normal clothes? Why don't we call everyone on the church roster?" I warned her. Jill balked at the prospect of having our family feud exposed. Jill sniffed, spun, and started to leave the room when she recalled the clothes I'd bought for her. She huffed and came back for them, looking at me very indignantly. When I went to help, she warned me off with a hateful glare. An hour later, as I began to despair over my actions, I heard Jill's bedroom door open and a crinkly crunch in the hall. Upon examination, I found one of the bags I'd purchased clothes in outside her door. Inside, folded up, were the other bags. Jill had put my clothes away in her drawers and closet. I counted that to be a small victory. At breakfast the next morning I endeavored to be very correct and polite as I complimented Jill on how nice she looked. She returned my platitudes with an angry glare and she left for work without saying a word. In her favor, when she learned her credit cards were toast she didn't break down and scream at me over the phone or miss work. That evening she did still slam the door to the garage loud enough to rattle windows on the other side of the house when she got home from work. "ZANE!" she screamed, "What did you do to my credit cards?" "Your replacements should be here by Saturday or Monday at the latest," I replied soothingly as she stormed up to me. "So," I went on, "did anyone compliment you on your looks today?" "What, I, that's not important," she muttered, then she changed tact. She came over to the sofa where I was reclining, knelt down, and took my hand. "Zane, you are falling into lust, degeneration, and degradation, sins of the flesh. You have to stop this." 'Stop what?' I wasn't precisely sure. "What you want me to do? Should we pray further on the matter? Last night I felt, something, but I still feel empty," I suggested. Jill's face lit up so I slipped past her and knelt beside her. Jill was unwittingly sexy as she sashayed forward on her knees to rest against the sofa. I reached out to her and she took my hand, then the praying began. What followed was a repetitive litany of me falling into lust and dark desires (clothes buying?). Dear departed Uncle Tim didn't even get an honorable mention which would have been surprising if he hadn't been such a total bastard to me. Jill's neglect I didn't quite understand. She'd always been loyal, dutiful, and supportive. It then occurred to me that I'd never seen him exert an ounce of human compassion toward Jill. I got up and ran to my bedroom, ending up on the bed. Jill padded along behind me after a minute. "Zane?" she wondered. "When is the last time you had sex with Uncle Tim?" I whispered so quietly that Jill struggled to understand me. "But, no, don't do this, Zane, don't fall into apostasy," Jill simpered. "I have a gift for you. It is something you want but I need you to answer the question," I offered. "What is the gift?" she asked, guardedly intrigued. "I can promise you no regrets," I countered. Jill weighed her options, turned, and left. "Dinner," Jill called to me an hour later. I dutifully went downstairs to the dining room to enjoy a mediocre meal in silence. We barely exchanged a single glance. As I got up to clean the table, cleaning was my chore, Jill spoke. "Seven years." I was pretty proud that I didn't fall over in shock. First off, in my teenage, hormone-addled mind, how could anyone go without sex for seven years? Next, how could someone with Jill as a wife not want to have sex at least once every seven hours? Finally, what was Tim doing in the lady-boy section of Bangkok when he found me that one time? I really feel like an idiot on occasion. "I saved your three favorite Sunday dresses," I rewarded her. Jill's eyes showed a glimmer of hope. "Which ones? I mean, how did you know which ones were my favorites?" she pondered. "You told me, Aunt Jill. I do listen to you, ya know," I responded. She gave me the oddest look, as if I had just explained to her how Ruth slew Goliath, not David. "Thank you," she whispered. The first battle of the Witch, the Brat, and the Wardrobe was over. The war would go on. The next time we went grocery shopping (Jill decided that the less time I was left alone, the slower I would plummet to my eventual fiery demise) I caught her noticing guys giving her the once over and she liked it, of that I'm sure. How do I know this? She let me talk to the cute stock girl for fifteen seconds before reeling me in, which was long enough for her to write her number on the palm of my hand. I called her and asked if she wanted to go to a sorority party when the semester began. She informed me she was a rising senior in high school so I gave her my number and told her to call me on her eighteenth birthday if she was still interested. You can't win them all, immediately. FFU             Birds are made beautiful by their plumage but divine by their flight        Now to the college I was attending; Freedom Fellowship University (yes, that is F-FU if you stutter) is the Christian college in my new hometown. Jill read about them in online chat rooms and by communicating with some of her Christian social network gal pals. She heard they had a dress code and without checking on the specifics, she bought me a dozen sets of black slacks and white shirts guaranteed to mark me as a social leper. She signed me up for my classes. I opted for Pre-Med; she insisted I should go Pre-Law until I revealed my secret sinful desire to work for the ACLU, at which point she relented. She wanted me to play some sports, I suspect because she wanted me to have a safe hormonal outlet that didn't involve me touching women. I could have told her that dressed as I was, getting women (short of kidnapping) would be nearly impossible. The problem was, they didn't offer any of the traditional sports except for soccer and track and field. I felt that was odd but I decided to sign up for soccer tryouts anyway. I also signed up for Karate, though I had no idea what a Christian school would be teaching that for, plus Archery (I've never used a bow before), Marksmanship (I've never fired a gun either), and Orienteering (because everyone gets lost in suburban Virginia and has to subsist on squirrel and road kill, right?). I downright refused to have anything to do with the Competitive Bible Study Team. By the end of the admissions process I was beginning to think this was a school for some kind of uber-religious survivalists. Still, they accepted me on short notice and except for a tiny quirk in the online admissions form, I was sadly ready to go to college. It would be that tiny quirk that would change my life forever. There Must Be a Church! Before I could attend college there was one quibble to deal with and that was which church Jill and I would attend. I claimed to be partial to the Unitarians, mainly to watch Jill's face go from normal to pale to an angry beet red. Sometimes razzing her is too easy. Jill chose the First Anointed Free-willed Fellowship of Christ after carefully weighing, considering, and then utterly disregarding my input. I guess I had to be happy they weren't snake handlers. On that first Sunday it was raining. I ended up having to run back into the house as Jill backed the car out of the garage and I took a header into a mud puddle in the lawn. Seeing how soaked I was, Jill allowed me to miss out on Sunday school. When I tried to get to the normal service my car wouldn't start (she'd insisted on buying me a used car, which I was now allowed to return for a new one). The second Sunday was a comedy of errors. The garage door opened halfway, then got stuck, and Jill gave the wrong address to the church family she desperately called to come pick us up. On the third Sunday I was sick, so sick that I missed the Sci-Fi movie classic of the week-(end) Saturday night, Vampire Zombie Overlords II. Jill normally lets me watch it because I told her it shows science in a bad light. I would like to point out that Jill isn't stupid but she does tend to believe that which is most convenient to her world view, in this case, Science = Bad. The fourth and final college-free Sunday, Buddy Jesus informed me that I had to go because no Act of God showed up to save me. It turned out that the First Anointed Free-willed Fellowship of Christ was huge, one of those mega-churches and by the number of luxury cars in the parking lot, not one populated by the unwashed masses. Everyone was very, very friendly to the point where I refused to drink or eat anything they tried to force on me, fearing that I would become a drugged-out zombie filled with unconditional love and happiness toward the world. The one other weird thing was that there didn't seem to be any kids my age in the congregation. I had no Sunday school that day. I later learned this was the weekend of their Pre-College/High School Youth Retreat. Apparently everyone in this place acted as a herd. Before we left I met with Pastor William Penny, chief shepherd of this flock, and he wanted to be my pal. Jill was enraptured with the guy but somehow he came across as creepy to me. Will, Jill, and a few well-meaning parishioners ended up steering me to the Pastor's office (which was as big as Jill's huge kitchen). There my new buddy wanted me to sign some paperwork. Jill urged me to hurry up and get it over with and promised to take me to a nice steak house we'd seen but never been in, as if I was a small child easily pleased. Maybe I should have gone for pre-law because I ignored Jill and did read what they wanted me to sign. They wanted me to tithe, and not on my income, of which I had none, but on my net worth. Everyone around me looked hopeful and I couldn't help but smile as I picked up the pen and started laughing. When they began looking confused I laughed harder, and that made them displeased. I didn't pick up the pen to write; I picked it up so I could stab the first one to rush me. "Listen up, Pastor Bill, can I call you Pastor Bill?" I didn't wait on his reply. "I don't know you or anyone but Aunt Jill in this room," I chuckled, "and I imagine you are all terribly nice folks, but it will be a cold day in Hell before I give millions of dollars to people I know nothing about." "We are doing God's work," Pastor Bill assured me, "and please call me Pastor William." "Please," Jill pleaded, "this is what your Uncle Tim would want." For Jill's sake I didn't laugh out loud once again. Tim gave me billions of mosquito bites, outdoor plumbing, and ass-whooping s on a regular basis so all I felt I owed good ol' Tim was putting a heavy stone on his grave so that he didn't rise up from the dead when the End Times came. In retrospect, Tim did me one favor; he taught me the ability to be verbally evasive when needed. "Aunt Jill, as Uncle Tim told me, being a Christian is a matter of Faith working through the mind and hands. It is my Christian duty to make sure that his legacy (really my Mom and Dad's) is placed where God wants it. Uncle Tim would make me pray deeply to the Almighty before taking such a momentous step, so pray I shall." Pastor Bill looked disappointed in me, which was a poor mask for his unsatisfied greed. Jill and the rest of the flock seem to have bought my act and that was the victory I needed to win right then. On the way back home Jill was pleased as punch. I'd expressed to her new friends what a wise saint good ol' Uncle Tim had been. This was the day I had to move into my dorm room on FFU's campus so I didn't have much time to dwell on everything that had happened. Barbie Lynn Masters, Dorm Mother To say that I was pretty depressed when I began moving into college would have been an understatement. I met some nice girls who were also moving into my dorm but I wasn't much in the mood for talking. I found my room but they had my name wrong. Not only was I not Zane they even got Glenn wrong; they misspelled it as Glenda. I hadn't been unpacking fifteen minutes before this hottie breezed in asking if I was Glenda's brother. "Sure," I joked, "I'm Zane." "Can I see some ID? I'm the Dorm Mother," she asked pleasantly. I showed her my driver's license which read 'G. Zane Braxton'. "And you are?" I inquired. "Barbie Lynn Masters. Do you live close by?" she prodded. I looked around my room (which I shared with an as-of-yet unseen roomie), shrugged, and replied, "Yes. I live about a mile and a half away, just inside city limits," I played along. Couldn't she see that it was my name on the luggage in my room and I'd already unpacked? "Can we count on seeing a lot more of you?" she purred, stepping up into my personal space. With her four-inch pumps, she was an inch taller than me, so I had to tilt my head up slightly to meet her gaze. "Unless you have a girlfriend, of course," she demurred. "I don't have a girlfriend but I'm looking for one," I grinned back. I wasn't really lying; I was looking for lots of girlfriends. "So, do you have a boyfriend?" "Oh, no," she assured me. "I took a Purity Pledge and I have a fianc so I can't be in a causal relationship with a boy, though being a 'friend' of a student I'm responsible for is fine." She licked her lips. My understanding of her convoluted reasoning was short-circuited by her D plus cleavage, perfect teeth, long light-golden hair, soft bedroom blue eyes, and blemish free, tanned skin. I've never considered myself terribly bashful. I hadn't been with a welcoming and available female in two months; she was right there in my face, so I grabbed Barbie's ass subtly, pulled her close, and began kissing her. At first Barbie seemed to be all talk and no action, but that lasted all of five seconds before she was all over me with our tongues intertwining and our hands going over each other's backs and asses. In a flash I had my hands up her pleated skirt, inside her plain white panties, and was massaging each muscular ass cheek separately and vigorously while my lips left hers and migrated to her neck and ear with kisses and bites, all of which seemed to really excite Barbie Lynn. She was moaning and grinding against me like a teenager coming down from a forty-eight hour unresolved porno binge. Her left hand slid around to the front of my jeans and touched my crotch where I was rapidly coming to the fullness of life. "Oh, God!" she whispered as she began stroking me up and down. "Tell me that's not a rolled up sock." "Huh? What? No, that is all me. Why do you ask?" I mumbled between licks and kisses. "Oh, some boys can be very dishonest," she sighed from past experience. "Does it hurt?" "No, it feels fine," I assured her. "Are you sure it doesn't hurt just a little bit?" she persisted as she groped my bulge. Something clued me in. "Actually, it does hurt a little bit," I guessed. Barbie Lynn broke our embrace, padded silently over to the door, took a quick look out, then shut it. She was back in my arms in record time. "In that case, let me see it," she grinned. "How does a blowjob jive with your Purity Pledge?" I stupidly wondered out loud. "Oh," she beamed an angelic radiance up at me as she slid down my body and unzipped my pants, our eyes locked together, "a blow job is sinful and done out of lust but relieving your pain is blessed and done out of love." "I feel myself getting closer to spiritual fulfillment every second I'm with you," I breathed huskily as she pulled down my pants and boxers, unleashing my manhood. Barbie tentatively, with a bit of fear showing, licked the tip of my cock. I let her get used to me before resting a hand on her head. She responded by slowly engulfing my cockhead, which felt freaking awesome after my long dry spell (please remember I had virtually non-stop sex for two and a half years). She bobbed slightly while pumping my shaft rapidly with one hand and tickling my balls with the other. I tried to push a little bit but Barbie gagged. I guessed she wasn't too skilled at this but hey, everyone starts somewhere. After five minutes she was taking more than half of my length in and doing so hungrily. "I hope you are not close to coming," she mumbled between mouthfuls. "Actually, I'm feeling greedy," I responded. She looked up at me, head still bobbing. "I can sense your pain and feel I should do something about it," I explained. Now she looked confused so I backed up, pulled Barbie up by her waist and kissed her once more. I gracefully walked my hand down her waist and hip to her crotch. With a sharp intake of breath by Barbie, she melted into me and bit my shoulder. Next I spun us around and pushed her back on the bed at the corner, splaying her out for me as her bosom bounced sensually and enticingly. "What's on your mind?" Barbie asked with wide eyes. "I want a taste," I grinned evilly, which only turned her on more. I fell between her outstretched knees. I made eye contact with her as she propped up on her elbows and my hands went to her panty waistband. I grinned, she blushed, and the panties came flying off. Barbie squeaked then slammed a hand over her mouth to muffle the noise. "Use my pillows to prop up your back," I directed Barbie Lynn since she clearly wanted to watch. I maneuvered Barbie into a suitable position so that I was kneeling on the floor with Barbie's silky smooth legs spread to either side. Barbie Lynn was propped up so that she could watch me work. I got the feeling she was used to some level of stimulation, just not from a guy. I could deal with that. "Maybe we shouldn't do this now, or go back to my place where it is safer?" she asked. "I'm too hungry for you right now; your scent is intoxicating," I finished up saying, and then I went in. I didn't rush things because every first time should be special. My right hand traced the line along the sides and rear of Barbie Lynn's thighs. My left hand traced the line over her pubic area to her stomach that finally ended with her left breast. "Hurry," she panted. I knew she had somewhere to be but I was aware she could use some stress relief too. Barbie reached down with a hand to control my left hand and head but I was obeying my instincts. By the time she made up her mind to stop me, I overwhelmed Barbie with a pleasurable, mind warping first orgasm. The noise brought a few students sneaking in to take a peak. Once I had a semblance of control over her, I began a series of actions to excite her whole body. On the second orgasm she wrapped her legs around my head and nearly crushed it. While I lapped up her juices, I decided to follow that up by kissing Barbie and giving her some of her own fluids to taste, a trick new to her. I kept my cock sheathed, though all three of Barbie's holes looked delightful. I figured she wasn't ready yet but I did manage to take off her shirt in the process and fondling and suckling at her magnificent breasts. After the third and fourth orgasms, Barbie passed out, and when she woke up, she whispered to me that she wanted my cock in her mouth and cunt. Purity Pledge? What Purity Pledge? Barbie Lynn confided in me that she'd sucked cock before and thought she was quite good at it, and that a few men had temped her cunt and ass with real penetration but all she had done so far was pleasure herself with toys and with the aid of other (female) students here at school. She was still technically a virgin (no boy parts had penetrated her cunt) but she'd done 'everything else.' Was she or was she not an anal virgin? My money was on virginity. Barbie was pleased that I was going to her church (it was highly popular at the college, she told me), almost as pleased as I was to find her so receptive and hungry for more sex. I told her she needed sexier underwear and that I would gladly go shopping with her for some in case she wanted to model any (yes, I know they don't let you model underwear). While we talked I helped her get dressed, though we couldn't find her panties. We slipped out after that, Barbie to tend to her girls and me to go to my Aunt's. I told her I'd see her tomorrow. Barbie laughed as if she didn't believe me. As I left, I began to appreciate the guy: girl ratio of this place because it was looking very good in my favor. My evening with Jill passed uneventfully; we stayed up late as Jill suddenly realized she was going to be alone for the first time in years so I didn't end up sneaking quietly into my dorm room until well past midnight. The Journey Begins. Day One, It's a What? My first day of college began with a six a.m. wake-up alarm in our room. Both my roommate and I sat up at the same time. We looked at each other and the sheets failed to conceal we apparently both slept shirtless. "Hi. You are a girl," I got off first. "And you are a guy," she replied indignantly. "What are you doing in my room? I mean, why did they give me a female roommate?" I countered. "Ah, are you joking?" she asked incredulously. Clearly I wasn't, and that realization made her grin mischievously. "Where is Glenda?" she inquired next. "Ugh," I sighed. "When I was registered their system misspelled my name. My first name is Glenn, thus the Glenda, but I go by Zane, my middle name. What about you?" "Whoops. I'm Rio Talon and this is going to be wicked," she giggled. "I have to admit I never thought I'd meet someone like you at FFU." "You don't see quite the hardcore fundamentalist/survivalist type either," I responded. "Ha!" she grunted. "You got me. It was either this or three years at a minimum security prison in Arizona," she confessed. She didn't volunteer what she would have done time for and it was really none of my business. "I need to shower," I changed the subject. "I'll go with you," Rio volunteered as she slipped out of bed, and yes, she was naked, and cleverly and artfully shaved with several delicate chevrons pointing down. She also had a black tattoo of the name Lilith going from the right hip along the bikini line, definitely not Church issue. I went to the closet, got a robe, towel, and bathroom kit. Rio brazenly watched me move around. "Body-conscious much?" she chuckled. "Rio, I spent the last two years bathing down at the river with two hundred of my closest neighbors. Trying to cover up gets old really fast," I grinned back at her. "Does my body disgust you?" "'Disgust' isn't the word I was going to use," Rio said as she licked her lips and also got ready for the bathroom. "Now, let's get you shaved before, the bathroom gets flooded with people. By the way," she tossed me Barbie's missing undies, "are these yours?" "Booty from my panty raid; please don't turn me in," I chuckled, as I caught them, then stashed them in my backpack, hopefully to return to Barbie Lynn later. Rio laughed again. As I suspected, not only did I get assigned a female roommate but I was on a female floor, which earned me more than a few shocked looks. Since Rio stuck close to me, she earned her own share of looks, but these were more scornful; Rio ate it up. I still couldn't decide whether I'd miss Rio or not when I got my new room assignment. The two girls in the showers ignored Rio and I when we came in so I was able to shave in peace and get under a steamy shower without the expected shrieks. Only when they dressed in their robes and put on their glasses did things change. Their looks were best expressed as 'a boy saw me naked!' followed by 'A boy saw me naked, ' and ended up with, 'A boy saw me naked and he liked what he saw.' I get hard when the wind blows, anywhere around the globe. They fled in a fit of giggles and I safely exited the bathroom before another girl entered. It was hardly unforeseen that my attire made Rio laugh but when she suggested black horn-rimmed glasses would really complete the nerd-look, I had to laugh too. I noted her regulation skirt appeared to be a bit higher above the knee than was prudent with a pronounced lack of underwear. Rio confessed that her parents tossed all her 'stripper' wear when they shipped her off and she wasn't going to wear the 'granny' panties they had put in place of her G-strings. The trek cross-campus to the Dining Hall would have been more enlightening if Rio had not lured me into an engrossing conversation. Remember now, I had been isolated from mainstream Western pop culture for over two years and had a lot of catching up to do. We grabbed some trays of breakfast; then, at Rio's insistence, we headed outside to eat pretty much by ourselves, or so we hoped. "Professor, inquired this cute brunette with pig tails, dimples, and into pushing her tits in my face; I barely noticed she was backed up by three other girls. "Huh?" I questioned. "Braxton," Rio spoke over me. "Could you tell me, where the, um, Clegger Science Building is, Professor Braxton?" She lied pathetically. My first thoughts were, 'why is she wearing such a thin white blouse two-sizes too small?' and wondering 'when is this thread holding that central button in place going to give up on its hopeless struggle and let her boobs pop out?' Then I became curious why she called me 'professor'. "It is right over there," I said, as I stood up, put my hand on the small of her back, and pointed the way with my other hand. The location of the building was blindingly obvious since this is not a huge campus. If things weren't awkward enough, Ms. Brunette twisted, rubbed her hardening nipples against my chest, and asked, "There?" "No," I corrected by whispering into her ear, causing her to wiggle against me. I took her forearm, lingering my touch on the pulse of her wrist before directing it to the proper angle. "I would walk you there," I added, "but we have to go to the auditorium soon." "Thank you, Professor Braxton." She wiggled a third time. "It is really a pity I don't have any of your classes. What do you teach?" "He's a Biblical Archeologist," Rio interrupted, "specializing in Early Christian Erotic Art and Rituals." I felt Ms. Brunette have a micro-orgasm over that piece of fantastical news. "Are you still taking on students?" Brunette panted to me. Rio jumped up. "Whoops! Look at the time!" exclaimed Rio, "Professor, you have to go, Right Now!" With that, she dragged me away from Ms. Brunette and her girl posse and across campus. "What the hell was that about and why did she call me Professor?" I hissed to Rio as we came to the auditorium for our first assembly. "Oh, it must be some Southern thing, sort of like the English calling men 'Governor'," she lied convincingly. How do I now know she lied? It will become obvious.   I took a seat with Rio amongst the sea of students and it was just my luck that we were surrounded by girls once more. I really wasn't in the mood to have them gawk at me so I slumped down and kept a low profile. The auditorium sounded full-up and there was a magnitude of teachers and such on the stage. When a stately, attractive, yet demanding and stern tall woman with long grey hair worked up in a bun stepped up to the podium, the hall grew silent. First she led us in prayer, which I found odd because normally at this level of fundamentalism, women couldn't lead men in prayer, but I could have cared less. She welcomed the rising seniors first, then worked down the list until she recognized the new class of freshmen, reminding them of their 'Handmaiden Duties,' whatever that was. I looked to Rio who was stifling to suppress some dark glee, undoubtedly at my expense. The Chancellor of FFU worked us through some of what I assumed was normal school crap plus a reminder to review with diligence their code of moral and ethical behaviors and the names of their spiritual guidance counselors in case they felt wickedness overcoming them. Considering the thin white blouses and the short, pleated plaid skirts, yours truly and the other men on campus were going to be scoring like mad, morals and ethics be damned. A closing prayer ended the meeting and we dispersed like good little sheep heading for our first class of the semester. Rio and I both had English Literature but in different rooms so she was kind/sadistic enough to drop me by my room before heading her own way. I walked in and took a middle seat. Once again all the girls looked at me funny when they came in and I couldn't miss the fact that in a classroom size of twenty, we had nineteen girls and only one guy, me. I was mulling this over (I'm actually a smart guy but I admit, I hadn't been showing it too much recently) when our teacher came in. Her name was Ms. Goodswell (no lie) and she was a gorgeous brunette with breasts of greater proportions than Barbie Lynn's, and the rest just got lusher. Ms.  Goodswell leaned against the front of her large wooden writing desk and used her tablet to scroll down the roll call. I was number three. "Braxton," her sugary sweet voice drawled out. "Glenda Braxton." I shifted in my seat. "Here," I said in a clear masculine voice, "but I go by Zane." Ms.  Goodswell looked up over her reading glasses, expecting something other than me. As she looked at me her eyes grew larger, and she looked, and she looked. "What are you wearing?" she asked crisply. "What my Aunt told me was proper school attire, Ms. Goodswell," I replied tentatively. "Proper attire is clearly outlined, white blouse and a pleated blue and gold tartan skirt with white knee sox and black shoes. Men wear pants; women wear skirts," she clarified. I imagine my jaw dropped open at that one. Finally, I stood up so she could get a good look at me. "I'm dressed correctly, then I'm a guy," I insisted. Ms. Goodswell had looked annoyed but now she looked pissed. She strode boldly toward me, heels clicking against the marble floor. "So you insist that you are a man, do you?" she snapped. Before I could do anything but nod she slapped a cupped hand against my crotch. I coughed in pain. I became aroused despite the mild discomfort because I was now gazing down into Ms. Goodswell's ample bosom. Her eyes went from angry to utter shock. "You are a man," she whispered in horror. "What are you doing in my class?" I reached into my book bag and got my schedule, letting her gaze on it. I noticed her hand stayed on my crotch. "Nine a.m., English Lit. 101 in room 204, Denning Hall V. Goodswell," I read out loud. Ms. Goodswell read it over while she massaged my growing shaft; subconsciously or not, I wasn't sure. "Very well," she said decisively. She turned back and returned to the roll. As I sat down I had that creepy feeling that everyone else was staring at me, or more precisely, my Goodswell-inspired hard on. After that little bit of drama the actual class was okay. Ms. Goodswell was pretty bright and made our upcoming journey into the works of a bunch of old dead British guys sound fun. When the bell rang we got up and started to file out but Ms. Goodswell motioned me to wait for the others to leave us alone. It didn't work out that way; the other girls hovered right outside the door. "Okay, Mr. Braxton, what are you trying to prove?" she accused me with some real heat. "Please, Ms. Goodswell, believe me; I haven't a clue what is going on here. I woke up with a girl in my room this morning, I began. "You had a girl in your room this morning? That didn't take you long," she said bitterly. "No, wait; it was my assigned roommate, Rio Talon, and she was on her side of the room. It is okay because they accidently stuck me on a girl's floor in the dorm because there were girls in the showers too," I continued. "Didn't you thing that was a bit odd?" she asked suspiciously. "Not really, ma'am. I've spent the last two years with missionaries in rural Thailand; I'm used to bathing with naked women all the time. Initially, I figured this was some sort of bureaucratic snafu but after doing my own quick census of your class, I think I've missed something crucial," I explained. "Mr. Braxton, Zane, this is an all-girls school; men are not allowed. We can't even employ a man under the age of forty-five," she informed me while studying my expression. While my cock would have done summersaults of joy, my brain was looking at my access to my trust fund going down the toilet. "I apologize. I'm pretty sure my Aunt Jill didn't know and I assure you, I was ignorant of this fact. What do we do now?" I sighed. "I believe you, Mr., .Zane. No one would use this as an excuse after going through all the trouble to sneak in here. For now, you continue to your classes and I'll inform your other instructors of this, extraordinary event. Expect to spend lunch with the Chancellor so that we can extricate you from this situation. Can I rely on you to be good in the interim?" "I'll do my best," I promised. She dismissed me and began using her phone. When I slipped out of the room, my classmates made room enough for me to make my way down the hall. "Zane!" a young female voice called out. I turned around to see Ms. Brunette. "Is it true you are a freshman here?" I was sure she would be pissed for the whole 'Professor' gag Rio had played and I'd unwittingly gone along with. "Yes," I confessed. She'd assumed I was a teacher because I was male and I hadn't corrected her. "Kiss me!" she beamed hungrily. That was not what I expected but I reacted quickly and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. Ms. Brunette looked upset. "You can do better than that," she commanded. Again, not what I expected; I put my book bag down, took hers off her shoulder and placed it next to mine. I started off with a repeat of the last kiss but instead of that being the ending point, I used it as a foundation to build upon. I slowly drew her in; she pulled her arms up between us and cupped my face as I dipped her with enough tongue action to make our steamy embrace a thermographic exploration of lust. We kissed for over a minute before I brought her up and let her go. "Better?" I murmured to her. Ms. Brunette nodded dreamily. As I retrieved my book bag from the floor I realized I was adrift in a sea of lonely young women. I could now empathize with that lost baby seal who found itself surrounded by a pod of killer whales. "Kiss me!" insisted a blonde. "No, me; I was here first." "I'm a senior; I go first," demanded a breathtaking black woman. I didn't know what was going on and I had no idea how to deal with this bizarre situation but all that was taken out of my hands by the next noise I heard. "Get off me, bitch," I heard Rio shout out, followed by a slap and her scream. Rio was hardly my friend, in fact, she had used me for her own personal amusement for the entire time I'd known her, but she was my roommate, an outsider, and I was sure no one else would come to her aid. I shouldered my way in the directions of her screams and sobs, parting the last few girls separating us. Rio was on her stomach on the floor with three girls gathered over her. Closest to me was one with thick, wavy black hair and dark skin who had her foot pushing down on Rio's ass. The second one, who appeared to be the leader, was a black girl with shiny black hair in an intricate weave and was bouncing on Rio's back, yanking her hair back painfully, and was taunting Rio, saying she was supposed to be a good little beast of burden as well as mocking her as a 'felon'. The last tormentor was the only one facing me, though she was preoccupied with holding Rio's arms forward so she couldn't reach back to scratch the ringleader. It wasn't hard for me to figure out what to do. When Weave started bouncing up, I swept the legs out from under the other wavy-haired girl, sending her toppling backwards. I then put a boot to the black girl's ass, propelling her into the spectators on the far side of us. I didn't even bother with girl number three. I grabbed Rio by the arm and yanked her up and swung her behind me. It turned out to be a good choice because when the black girl back-flipped up in one fluid move, she landed in a martial arts fighting stance. I had a fight on my hands, or would have if the bell hadn't rung. As it was, the black girl looked both outraged and shocked when she took in my gender and my counter-stance. A flood of girls suddenly separated us. Rio took the opportunity to grab her book bag, then my hand, and together we bolted to our next class which was, oddly enough, Biblical Archeology but without the procreation parts. Our professor, Mrs. Carradine, treated me a bit coldly but the attention directed my way by the student body was anything but. I had barely pulled out my book when the girl behind me tapped my shoulder and slipped me a note. You will take my book bag to lunch and eat lunch with me. Dove Foster I furrowed my brow and showed the note to Rio who was sitting next to me. She smiled and whispered, "Handmaiden's Duty," in a condescending tone. "Didn't you read your handbook?" Any further conversation was cut short by Mrs. Carradine's blistering glare. For some reason, Buddy Jesus kept me safe from anymore female attention until the class ended and I began to make my way out. I took some comfort that Rio stayed close to my side. My Social Secretary "Zane. Zane Braxton, do you mind if I call you Zane?" babbled a shorter, slender girl with shoulder length black hair and glasses as she grabbed my elbow in a death grip from behind. "You can't ask him to do anything until he steps out of class," Rio cautioned the newcomer. Now I had to decide whether or not I'd be a slave to Dove for an hour because technically she appeared to be in violation of the rules, which I knew no

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Neil Chilson, Head of AI Policy at the Abundance Institute, and Gus Hurwitz, Senior Fellow and CTIC Academic Director at Penn Carey Law School and Director of Law & Economics Programs at the International Center for Law & Economics, join Kevin Frazier, AI Innovation and Law Fellow at the University of Texas School of Law and a Senior Editor at Lawfare, to explore how academics can overcome the silos and incentives that plague the Ivory Tower and positively contribute to the highly complex, evolving, and interdisciplinary work associated with AI governance. The trio recorded this podcast live at the Institute for Humane Studies's Technology, Liberalism, and Abundance Conference in Arlington, Virginia.Read about Kevin's thinking on the topic here: https://www.civitasinstitute.org/research/draining-the-ivory-towerLearn about the Conference: https://www.theihs.org/blog/curated-event/technology-abundance-and-liberalism/ Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Ethereal Encounters Unveiled Welcomes Jerry Marzinsky SEPTEMBER 26TH TOPIC: Intrusive Thoughts: The Uninvited Guest in Your Head. Are Your Thoughts Your Own? Bio: Jerry is a retired licensed psychotherapist with over 35 years of experience working with and studying the thought processes and the voices heard by psychotic and criminally insane patients in some of the most volatile psychiatric institutions in the nation. He was awarded the State of Arizona's Meritorious Service Award while working in the psychology department of a large state prison. He was also awarded the Pima College's Apple Award for the teaching of Abnormal Psychology. Jerry has held the position of 2nd Lt. in the Arizona Civil Air Patrol and is a licensed commercial pilot, a certified Scuba Diver and a long distance motorcycle rider. He also served an Assistant Scout Master. His formal academic training comprises a B.A. in Psychology from Temple University, a Master's Degree in Counseling from the University of Georgia, and two years of study in a Ph.D. Psychology program. He is a co-author of An Amazing Journey into the Psychotic Mind – Breaking the Spell of the Ivory Tower. Visit Jerry's website at https://jerrymarzinsky.com/ Read Jerry and Sherry's book – “An Amazing Journey into the Psychotic Mind” https://www.amazon.com/ Learn about Sherry's “That's a Lie” program to fight back against the psychotic voices: https://keyholejourney.wordpress.com/

Robert Falconer is best known for his extensive involvement with Internal Family Systems (IFS) Therapy as a practitioner, teacher, and writer. For the past decade or more Bob Falconer has devoted himself full-time to IFS work. In that time he has attended all levels of IFS training offered, and has been at many workshops and events with Richard Schwartz both as assistant and participant. In addition to studying with many of the other senior IFS trainers, He also co-authored a book with Richard Schwartz entitled, Many Minds, One Self. His other books include The Others Within Us and When You're Going Through Hell ...Keep Going. His focus is now on the study of spiritual presence experiences.Jerry Marzinsky BA M.Ed. is a retired licensed psychotherapist with over 40 years of experience working with and studying the thought processes of psychotic and criminally insane patients in some of the most volatile psychiatric institutions in the nation. Jerry is a commercial pilot, certified SCUBA diver and long distance motorcyclist. He has held the positions of 2nd Lt. in the Arizona Civil Air Patrol and Assistant Scout Master. He was awarded the state of Arizona's meritorious service award and the Pima College Apple award of teaching Abnormal Psychology. His formal academic training comprises a B.A. in Psychology from Temple University, a Master's Degree in Counseling from the University of Georgia, and two years of study in a Ph.D. Psychology program. He is the co-author of An Amazing Journey Into The Psychotic Mind - Breaking The Spell Of the Ivory Tower and currently has a private practice in Arizona.Learn more about Bob and his work:https://robertfalconer.us/When You're Going Through Hell ...Keep Going: Trauma, Healing, Spirit, and Internal Family Systemshttps://amz.run/98NoThe Others Within Us: Internal Family Systems, Porous Mind, and Spirit Possessionhttps://amz.run/98NnMany Minds, One Self: Evidence for a Radical Shift in Paradigmhttps://amz.run/98NvLearn more about Jerry and his work:https://www.jerrymarzinsky.com/https://www.causisminstitute.com/about/causism/https://www.amazon.com/Causism-Discover-Emotional-Health-Well-Being/dp/0646959409https://www.amazon.com/Energy-Over-Mind-Control-Method-ebook/dp/B0080GUMJUSeptember Breathwork Challenge!Every day of September, we will do this 10 minute morning routine (asynchronously)Breathe with Sandy - 10 Minute Morning Breathwork Routinehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gb9YxCC5WBwMaryland Renaissance FestivalLET MERRIMENT ABOUND WITH ENTERTAINMENT, FEASTING AND CRAFTS FOR ALL! Visit https://rennfest.com/ and get your tickets today.Light the NightLLS is on a mission to cure blood cancers and improve quality of life for the nearly 1.7 million people in the U.S. living with or in remission from blood cancer.Help Team Zavadowski reach our fundraising goal! Thank you for your generous donations:https://pages.lls.org/ltn/fdk/Montcomd25/rsmith--Get in touch: robinsmithshow@gmail.comCall the hotline: +1 (301) 458-0883Follow Robin on Insight Timer: https://insGot a question? We'd love to hear from you!

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We talked to Mason Allen about his new game, Ivory Tower! Be a terrible immortal archmage in a fallen world and resolve your disagreements with committee meetings! https://riftkidgames.itch.io/ivory-tower http://sky.app/profile/riftkidgsmes.bsky.social YouTube.com/@riftkidgames Follow Dungeon Master of None on Blue Sky:  https://bsky.app/profile/dmofnone.bsky.social  https://www.patreon.com/DungeonMasterOfNone  Join the DMofNone Discord!

Kelli and Nolan critically examine employee engagement surveys, arguing they're performative exercises for disconnected executives rather than meaningful tools for understanding and improving workplace sentiment.In this episode of HR Heretics, Kelli and Nolan sit down with Dave Margulius discussing Quizlet's remarkable 18-year journey from a bootstrapped startup founded with teenage co-founders to a globally successful education platform, sharing insights on building company culture, managing young talent, transitioning from founder to board member, and maintaining mission-driven values while achieving sustainable growth.*Email us your questions or topics for Kelli & Nolan: hrheretics@turpentine.coFor coaching and advising inquire at https://kellidragovich.com/HR Heretics is a podcast from Turpentine.Support HR Heretics Sponsors:Planful empowers teams just like yours to unlock the secrets of successful workforce planning. Use data-driven insights to develop accurate forecasts, close hiring gaps, and adjust talent acquisition plans collaboratively based on costs today and into the future. ✍️ Go to https://planful.com/heretics to see how you can transform your HR strategy.Metaview is the AI platform built for recruiting. Our suite of AI agents work across your hiring process to save time, boost decision quality, and elevate the candidate experience.Learn why team builders at 3,000+ cutting-edge companies like Brex, Deel, and Quora can't live without Metaview.It only takes minutes to get up and running. Check it out!KEEP UP WITH NOLAN + KELLI ON LINKEDINNolan: https://www.linkedin.com/in/nolan-church/Kelli: https://www.linkedin.com/in/kellidragovich/—LINKS:Related article:https://www.businessinsider.com/att-ceo-memo-workplace-loyalty-dead-employees-job-security-2025-8 Nolan's Linkedin post:https://www.linkedin.com/posts/nolan-church_when-can-we-eliminate-employee-engagement[…]m=member_desktop&rcm=ACoAAAWcjXgBb3Jw6dX16PD9lRJSsxfgqVAqZLw—TIMESTAMPS:(00:00) Intro(00:50) The 73% Response Rate That Changed Nothing(02:18) Devil's Advocate: Why Companies Think They Need Surveys(03:34) The Second Order Problem: Getting Data, Doing Nothing(04:30) "Get Out of the Ivory Tower"(05:28) Exit Interviews vs. Real Conversations(06:41) The Employee Perspective: Anonymous Survey Skepticism(07:37) The Performative Dance Exposed(08:43) Surveys as Substitutes for Real Leadership(09:13) Sponsors: Planful | Metaview(11:41) Better Alternative: Executives in the Dirt(13:25) The Venture Capital Leadership Model(14:49) The Small Minority That Actually Cares(15:40) The Semantics Problem: Stop Saying "Engagement"(17:00) Wrap This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit hrheretics.substack.com

Jeffrey Epstein's infiltration of academia exposed how wealth can override ethics in even the most prestigious institutions. Despite having no advanced degree or scholarly credentials, he gained access to Harvard, MIT, Princeton, and Stanford through millions in donations and by courting high-profile scientists. Epstein was granted office space, access to labs, and close ties with prominent academics, even after his 2008 sex-offense conviction. Universities rationalized these relationships by claiming his money advanced research, but in reality, they allowed him to launder his reputation and embed himself in intellectual circles. By hosting Nobel laureates at his salons and funding programs tied to genetics and transhumanism, he created the illusion of being a serious patron of science while exploiting academia's hunger for funding and prestige.The fallout from Epstein's exposure in 2019 forced institutions to reckon with their complicity. Harvard and MIT conducted reviews, issued apologies, and pledged reforms, but these actions were reactive, driven by media scrutiny and public outrage rather than institutional integrity. The scandal revealed systemic flaws: academia's dependence on philanthropy, its willingness to overlook reputational risks for financial gain, and its blindness in conflating brilliance with morality. Epstein's case stands as a warning that if universities continue to treat ethics as negotiable in exchange for donations, they risk corrupting the very integrity of knowledge. His presence in academia was not an anomaly but a symptom of a larger vulnerability—one that remains unresolved and open to exploitation by the next figure who learns to wield money as a key to intellectual legitimacy.to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.com

Jeffrey Epstein's infiltration of academia exposed how wealth can override ethics in even the most prestigious institutions. Despite having no advanced degree or scholarly credentials, he gained access to Harvard, MIT, Princeton, and Stanford through millions in donations and by courting high-profile scientists. Epstein was granted office space, access to labs, and close ties with prominent academics, even after his 2008 sex-offense conviction. Universities rationalized these relationships by claiming his money advanced research, but in reality, they allowed him to launder his reputation and embed himself in intellectual circles. By hosting Nobel laureates at his salons and funding programs tied to genetics and transhumanism, he created the illusion of being a serious patron of science while exploiting academia's hunger for funding and prestige.The fallout from Epstein's exposure in 2019 forced institutions to reckon with their complicity. Harvard and MIT conducted reviews, issued apologies, and pledged reforms, but these actions were reactive, driven by media scrutiny and public outrage rather than institutional integrity. The scandal revealed systemic flaws: academia's dependence on philanthropy, its willingness to overlook reputational risks for financial gain, and its blindness in conflating brilliance with morality. Epstein's case stands as a warning that if universities continue to treat ethics as negotiable in exchange for donations, they risk corrupting the very integrity of knowledge. His presence in academia was not an anomaly but a symptom of a larger vulnerability—one that remains unresolved and open to exploitation by the next figure who learns to wield money as a key to intellectual legitimacy.to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-moscow-murders-and-more--5852883/support.

Being mortal man living here on this Earth, we should always be fearfully and respectful to our God in heaven, who is an awesome God. You see men sometimes forget, and get angry with God. We shake our heads no, we wave our finger/fist at God in anger. We have no clue who we're dealing with, and it's only by His Mercy that we are still a people. As the devil provoke the religious leaders of old, to cry out "crucify him," "crucify him," we today have turned our backs on God the same, even though we're not saying the words crucify him, our actions shows even worst: "If they shall fall away, to renew them again unto repentance; seeing they crucify to themselves the son of God afresh, and put him to open shame." (Hebrew 6:6) read it. We are no better than they were, though we have them as examples. We should be better, yet some are still living in sin as were they. From our religious leaders down to the least of us. But God chose the poor of this world to be rich in faith and heirs of the Kingdom which He had promised to them that love him." (James 2:5) read it.In essence the poor who looks up to God more honestly might be a better preacher/teacher toward salvation. Than the rich preacher who lives in that Ivory Tower or glorified mansion. You know, who preaches thus saith the Lord and live not according to what they preach. I'm not here bashing preachers but I'm here to make a point, like as my dear sister Shirley Caesar sings that song: "We're guilty as Judas," and we are, that song really touch me when I heard it the first time. Because if we do not turn from our wicked ways, And live a holy and forgiven life, giving our hearts to him, how can God save us? We're just as loss as Judas who hung himself on a tree. I will go a step further we're just as loss as Satan. who has no forgiveness. So when Jesus say it is finished this last time he's coming back as God almighty, that's bringing judgment, not as before the God of Mercy, that hung on the cross. Just appearing and coming is going to cause the Earth to tremble and shake and quake. if God can wipe this Earth out in one wave of his hand how dreadful will a God who shows no Mercy be this time around?Contact: heavensprayerlink.com, we love to pray with you, God bless you.

Jeffrey Epstein's infiltration of academia exposed how wealth can override ethics in even the most prestigious institutions. Despite having no advanced degree or scholarly credentials, he gained access to Harvard, MIT, Princeton, and Stanford through millions in donations and by courting high-profile scientists. Epstein was granted office space, access to labs, and close ties with prominent academics, even after his 2008 sex-offense conviction. Universities rationalized these relationships by claiming his money advanced research, but in reality, they allowed him to launder his reputation and embed himself in intellectual circles. By hosting Nobel laureates at his salons and funding programs tied to genetics and transhumanism, he created the illusion of being a serious patron of science while exploiting academia's hunger for funding and prestige.The fallout from Epstein's exposure in 2019 forced institutions to reckon with their complicity. Harvard and MIT conducted reviews, issued apologies, and pledged reforms, but these actions were reactive, driven by media scrutiny and public outrage rather than institutional integrity. The scandal revealed systemic flaws: academia's dependence on philanthropy, its willingness to overlook reputational risks for financial gain, and its blindness in conflating brilliance with morality. Epstein's case stands as a warning that if universities continue to treat ethics as negotiable in exchange for donations, they risk corrupting the very integrity of knowledge. His presence in academia was not an anomaly but a symptom of a larger vulnerability—one that remains unresolved and open to exploitation by the next figure who learns to wield money as a key to intellectual legitimacy.to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-epstein-chronicles--5003294/support.

Welcome back to the Medicine Girl Podcast. In Part 1 of my conversation with Jerry Marzinsky, we explored the voices—what they are, what they say, and why their messages repeat across patients, time, and geography with disturbing consistency. Jerry, a former licensed psychotherapist with over 35 years of experience in state hospitals, emergency rooms, and prisons, came to a bold conclusion after decades of listening to the so-called “hallucinations” of his patients: they weren't hallucinating at all. Now in Part 2, we go deeper. We talk about Voice-to-Skull (V2K) technology, government patents, and the very real possibility that some of what's being diagnosed as schizophrenia may be artificially induced. We explore how frequency, trauma, and suggestion may be used to manipulate thought, emotion, and behavior—sometimes in ways that appear indistinguishable from madness. Jerry and I still don't agree on everything—and that's the point. We're here to ask better questions. Whether these voices are spiritual parasites, technological interference, or something else entirely, one thing is clear: the psychiatric model isn't telling the full story. As for Jerry—he's not just a mental health whistleblower. He's a glider pilot, scuba diver, and researcher of both the physical and non-physical realms. He co-authored the book An Amazing Journey into the Psychotic Mind: Breaking the Spell of the Ivory Tower and has made it his life's mission to uncover what's really going on behind the label of “mental illness.” You can explore more of his work at JerryMarzinsky.com He's also on YouTube, Rumble, and BitChute under “Jerry Marzinsky” or “What's the Voices”. To learn more about me, visit PurifyWithin.com Now, let's step through the door—and keep going.

Rubicon segment LIVE from Dave and Busters in Atlanta, GA. Janelle King talks about the pressures of nursing and how the Covid Pandemic forces many people out of the clinical side of healthcare.

October 7th exposed to everyone what many in and around the academy have known for years: American universities—not all, but many—are failing catastrophically to educate the next generation about the history, cultures, and politics of the Middle East. Instead of producing students versed in the region's complexities, these institutions have become factories for ideological activism. And nowhere is this truer than in the case of Israel and its history: Zionism in the modern university classroom is rarely examined as a movement of national liberation but instead as a caricature of colonialism, racism, repression, and occupation. And outside of the classroom, we've seen the most prestigious campuses in the United States transform into nodes of anti-Israel activism and Jew hatred. These are immense and long-standing problems. But instead of just diagnosing their sources and discussing their perils, today we're going to talk to someone who's actually done something about it. Robert Satloff saw this crisis clearly. Having published back in 2001 the eminent historian Martin Kramer's short volume on the corruption of Middle East Studies, Ivory Towers on Sand, Satloff has spent decades watching the field drift toward anti-Israel political advocacy. As the executive director of the Washington Institute for Near East Policy, he decided to stop complaining and found his own professional master's program. Working with Pepperdine University, the Washington Institute has established a completely new graduate program designed to train policy professionals with rigorous scholarship and historical accuracy, without anti-Israel bias. The program offers full scholarships, accepts no foreign funding, is fully accredited, and will convene its inaugural cohort in Washington, DC this fall.

You've got the credentials, the data, and the ideas. But how do you make people actually care?In Part Two, Mark unpacks his 11 Keys to Translating Complexity (complexitymadeclear.com) —an actionable framework to help scientists communicate clearly, concisely, and with impact. He explains why it's not about dumbing down your message but lifting it up so others can meet it. From the science of metaphor to the neuroscience of attention, Mark arms PhDs with tools to shift from overlooked to influential—without losing their intellectual edge.This episode is your field guide to getting heard, hired, and respected beyond the ivory tower.Key Highlights of Our Interview:The 11 Keys That Cut Through“People aren't persuaded by volume. They're moved by clarity.”Why precision—and not more PowerPoint slides—is your best communication strategy.Neuroscience for Nerds (And Everyone Else)“Our brains reward novelty. That's why metaphor works better than math in a pitch.”How attention works, and what science communicators can learn from it.PhDs Speak Another Language—Here's How to Translate“You're crossing cultures. Treat it like that.”Why business communication isn't just a tone shift—it's a worldview shift.Connection Before Communication“Until someone trusts you, they won't hear you.”The hidden role of empathy in making technical ideas land.AI Has Data. You Have Voice.“AI can't tell a story it hasn't seen. You can.”Why human communication still matters more than ever in a post-ChatGPT world._____________________Connect with us:Host: Vince Chan | Guest: Mark Bayer  --Chief Change Officer--Change Ambitiously. Outgrow Yourself.Open a World of Expansive Human Intelligencefor Transformation Gurus, Black Sheep,Unsung Visionaries & Bold Hearts.EdTech Leadership Awards 2025 Finalist.20 Million+ All-Time Downloads.80+ Countries Reached Daily.Global Top 1.5% Podcast.Top 10 US Business.Top 1 US Careers.>>>180,000+ are outgrowing. Act Today.

Before founding Bayer Strategic Consulting, Mark Bayer led communications on Capitol Hill for nearly two decades—helping politicians cut through noise, make arguments stick, and win support under pressure. These days, he brings that hard-earned clarity to a new crowd: scientists, researchers, and PhDs who need to get their message across in rooms that don't speak science.In Part One, Mark unpacks why so many highly educated experts still struggle to connect—and why messaging isn't about making things simpler, but sharper. He shares stories from Congress, contrasts the cultures of academia and advocacy, and reveals the single most important mindset shift for researchers who want to be heard.Key Highlights of Our Interview:First Day in Politics, First Misunderstanding“I thought ‘R&D' meant research and development. It meant Republicans and Democrats.”What getting thrown into the deep end of political culture taught him about insider language.The 8% Reality Check“Only 8% of PhDs stay in academia. But the training assumes 100% will.”Why the pipeline is broken—and who's getting left behind.From Data Dump to Message Discipline“Academics want to show the depth of their knowledge. But the real skill is answering the question in front of you.”How political strategy flips the communication playbook.Beauty Doesn't Equal Buy-In“You can build something beautiful. But if it doesn't solve a stakeholder's problem, it won't land.”Why relevance trumps brilliance.You've Got 10 Seconds“Start with the point. Don't make them dig for it.”Why headlines—not history lessons—open doors.Communication as a Career Lever“This isn't soft stuff. It's the stuff that gets you hired.”How learning to communicate is learning to lead._____________________Connect with us:Host: Vince Chan | Guest: Mark Bayer  --Chief Change Officer--Change Ambitiously. Outgrow Yourself.Open a World of Expansive Human Intelligencefor Transformation Gurus, Black Sheep,Unsung Visionaries & Bold Hearts.EdTech Leadership Awards 2025 Finalist.20 Million+ All-Time Downloads.80+ Countries Reached Daily.Global Top 1.5% Podcast.Top 10 US Business.Top 1 US Careers.>>>180,000+ are outgrowing. Act Today.

Cultural Christianity is bad in the Church, but really good in society. If that is true, then we need real christians in church producing culture that impacts society. We can't have fake christians and deists as our only ambassadors to the world. They will fail because they don't know Christ. They don't have the Holy Spirit within them. They don't have the Father's favor.Introduction (00:00:00 - 00:02:09)* Opening Dialogue: The hosts engage in a brief, cryptic exchange about spiritual and metaphysical questions, referencing a psychologist's inability to address good and evil without Jesus as the answer.* Podcast Welcome (00:01:05): Introduction to the Kingsplaining Podcast, self-described as the "I Told You Show," hosted by the two kings of the "Rube Empire."* Hosts introduce themselves as right-wing extremists, supernaturalists, and Christian bigots with a humorous tone.* Philosopher King: Claims 51% of the power, resides in the "Ivory Tower," and shares a satirical rumor about nicotine and caffeine producing protein.* Strong One: The "people's champ," references missing "Dusty" (a recurring figure), and emphasizes his grounded perspective.* Episode Setup: The hosts express readiness to dive into controversial topics with their signature unfiltered style.Segment 1: Marriage and Public Perception (00:02:09 - 00:08:12)* Topic: Marital disputes and public image, with a focus on French President Emmanuel Macron's alleged altercation with his spouse.* Key Points:* The hosts discuss their long marriages (15 and 19 years) and how time flies in a fulfilling relationship.* They pivot to a hypothetical marital dispute scenario, emphasizing the importance of resolving conflicts privately, especially under public scrutiny.* A controversial anecdote about Macron being “manhandled” by his “he-wife” (a derogatory reference to his spouse, Brigitte Macron) before exiting a plane, highlighting the embarrassment of public disputes.* Reference to Candace Owens' podcast, which claims Brigitte Macron is transgender, sparking a discussion about media narratives and public perception.* Comparison to Donald Trump's advice (from an interview with Elon Musk) to resolve disputes before facing the press, contrasting Macron's embarrassment with Trump's media savvy.* Themes:* Public image and political optics.* Gender roles and traditional masculinity.* Criticism of progressive narratives and media manipulation.Segment 2: Atheism and Jordan Peterson's Debate (00:08:12 - 00:29:15)* Topic: Jordan Peterson's debate with 20 atheists and his inability to defend a Christian worldview.* Key Points:* The hosts mock atheists' selective outrage against Christianity (Yahweh) while ignoring other religions like Buddhism or Islam, suggesting atheists target truth (Jesus).* Discussion of Peterson's intellectualism, labeling him a “king of gobbledygook” who relies on psychological archetypes rather than affirming Jesus as the divine truth.* Critique of Peterson's deist stance and failure to embrace Christianity fully, referencing his recent interviews and a podcast with John Rich (of Big & Rich).* The hosts argue that truth and reality are symbiotic, and atheism (like Peterson's intellectualism) abandons both by rejecting God.* Comparison to other intellectuals (e.g., Thomas Sowell, G.K. Chesterton) who critique over-educated “imbecility” and scientism (e.g., Neil deGrasse Tyson, Bill Nye).* Anecdote about Destiny (a streamer) taking his son to Auschwitz to counter Holocaust skepticism, illustrating the futility of arguing without a foundation in truth.* Themes:* Rejection of intellectualism without faith.* Defense of Christian truth as the ultimate reality.* Critique of atheism and scientism as grounded in denial.Segment 3: Cultural Shifts in Music and Media (00:21:30 - 00:24:11)* Topic: The decline of positive music and its psychological impact.* Key Points:* The Strong One shares a study claiming 99% of 1980s and 1990s music had positive lyrics (e.g., Def Leppard, Run DMC), compared to only 12% today.* Discussion of how modern music is formulaic, robotic, and degenerate, contributing to cultural decay.* Brief tangent about the hosts' music preferences (grunge, metal, country) and a humorous debate about rap as a “psyop” funded by undisclosed entities.* Themes:* Cultural degradation through media.* Nostalgia for positive cultural influences.* Suspicion of corporate agendas in entertainment.Segment 4: Toxic Masculinity and Political Alienation (01:28:10 - 01:39:19)* Topic: The Democratic Party's alienation of young men and the concept of toxic masculinity.* Key Points:* The hosts argue that Democrats have demonized masculinity, rewarding “feminine” boys and punishing natural male behavior, leading to resentment.* Critique of media and education (unionized, Democratic teachers) for promoting “toxic masculinity” narratives and undermining traditional gender roles.* Discussion of a failed Democratic campaign ad featuring “burly” men supporting Kamala Harris, mocked as inauthentic and “zesty” (a slang term for effeminate behavior).* Assertion that men have a “gaydar” (instinctual disgust toward homosexuality), backed by a cited study claiming 98% of men react negatively to same-sex displays.* Advice to Democrats: To regain male support, they must embrace America-first policies, traditional families, and stop promoting progressive ideals (e.g., abortion, transgenderism).* Themes:* Defense of traditional masculinity.* Political polarization and male disenfranchisement.* Rejection of progressive social policies.Segment 5: Entertainment as a Cultural Wake-Up Call (01:39:19 - 01:46:57)* Topic: The role of entertainment in awakening men to cultural decline.* Key Points:* The hosts pinpoint the “woke” overhaul of entertainment (e.g., Star Wars, Arnold Schwarzenegger's “Screw Your Freedoms” comment) as a turning point for men rejecting progressive narratives.* Examples include Luke Skywalker's emasculation, Rose Tico's arc in The Last Jedi, and sports controversies (e.g., NFL kneeling, pink shoes for breast cancer awareness).* Argument that men initially tolerated progressive changes to please women but rebelled when their heroes were vilified, stripping them of aspirational myths.* Connection to broader cultural hatred of masculinity and Christianity, driving men toward traditional values and faith.* Themes:* Cultural betrayal through entertainment.* Reclamation of masculine archetypes.* Spiritual awakening through cultural pushback.Segment 6: Embracing Christian Extremism and the Overton Window (01:47:00 - 01:58:08)* Topic: Rejecting compromise and embracing a radical Christian identity.* Key Points:* The Strong One declares himself a “right-wing Christian nationalist extremist,” inspired by Kanye West's song “Hail Hitler,” which he interprets as a defiant response to being labeled evil for wanting to see his children.* Critique of the Overton window as skewed toward Satan, with cultural Christianity unfairly demonized by figures like Tim Keller.* Defense of cultural Christianity outside the church as a net positive, preventing societal ills like transgenderism, abortion, and “sodomy” celebration.* Rejection of seeker-sensitive compromise, advocating for unapologetic Christian truth to shame wickedness and restore societal norms.* Examples of being demonized for rejecting COVID narratives (masks, vaccines) and public schools as “dens of Satan.”* Call to run toward Jesus without meeting the world halfway, citing Psalms 4:7-8 for peace and safety in God alone.* Themes:* Uncompromising Christian faith.* Reclamation of cultural Christianity.* Defiance against secular labels and norms.Closing (01:58:08 - 01:59:58)* Prayer (01:58:13): The Philosopher King prays for empowerment to speak truth, avoid cultural Christianity in the church, and foster a national Christian culture through the Holy Spirit.* Outro (01:59:27):* Reiteration of the podcast as the “I Told You Show” and home of the “Rube Empire,” where taxes are voluntary, and the hosts serve Jesus.* Call to action: Like, share, subscribe, buy merchandise, and support the show at Kingsplaining.com.* Sign-off: “Peace out. God bless.”Notable Quotes* “Truth and reality are symbiotic. They have to be together. You can't have truth without reality.” (00:19:15)* “I'm done trying to fit into the Overton window of right and left... I'm an extremist. Cool beans.” (00:52:17)* “I want liberty because that's what Christ died on the cross for. Freedom from sin.” (00:52:26)* “I want some of that cultural Christianity back because you wouldn't have tranny madness.” (00:54:31)* “I'm not meeting you in the middle anymore. You can look at my rear end the whole time.” (00:57:23)Themes and Tone* Core Themes: Defense of traditional masculinity, unapologetic Christian faith, rejection of progressive ideologies, and critique of cultural compromise.* Tone: Provocative, irreverent, and confrontational, with frequent use of humor, sarcasm, and derogatory language to challenge secular norms and “woke” culture.* Target Audience: Conservative Christians, particularly men, who feel alienated by modern societal shifts.Additional Notes* The podcast frequently references pop culture (e.g., Star Wars, Arnold Schwarzenegger) and political figures (e.g., Trump, Macron, Obama) to ground its arguments.* The hosts' self-described “extremism” is framed as a biblical mandate to reject compromise with a sinful world.* The show's unfiltered style is acknowledged as potentially shocking to “normies” (mainstream listeners), with Dusty (a recurring figure) cited as a moderating influence.Support the Show: Visit Kingsplaining.com to subscribe, share, or purchase merchandise.Next Episode: Tune in next week for more unfiltered commentary from the Rube Empire. 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During the upcoming OWASP Global AppSec EU in Barcelona, Kate Labunets, a cybersecurity researcher focused on human factors and usable security, takes the stage to confront a disconnect that too often holds the industry back: the gap between academic research and real-world cybersecurity practice.In her keynote, “Outside the Ivory Tower: Connecting Practice and Science,” Kate invites practitioners to reconsider their relationship with academic research—not as something removed from their daily reality, but as a vital tool that can lead to better decisions, more targeted security programs, and improved organizational resilience.Drawing from her current research, Kate shares how interviews and surveys with employees reveal the hidden motivations behind the use of shadow IT—tools and technologies adopted without formal approval. These aren't simply acts of rebellion or ignorance. They reflect misalignments between human behavior, workplace needs, and policy communication. By understanding these mindsets, organizations can move beyond one-size-fits-all training and begin designing interventions grounded in evidence.This is where science meets practice. Kate's work isn't about generating abstract theories. It's about applying research methods—like anonymous interviews and behavior-focused surveys—to surface insights that security leaders can act on. But for this to happen, researchers need access, and that depends on building trust with practitioners.The keynote also raises a critical point about time. In industries like medicine, the gap between a published discovery and its application in the real world can be 15 years. Kate argues that cybersecurity faces a similar delay, citing the example of multi-factor authentication: patented in 1998, but still not universally adopted today. Her goal is to accelerate this timeline by helping practitioners see themselves as contributors to science—not just consumers of its outcomes.By inviting companies to participate in research and engage with universities, Kate's message is clear: collaboration benefits everyone. The path to smarter, more human-aligned cybersecurity isn't gated behind academic walls. It's open to any team curious enough to ask better questions—and brave enough to challenge assumptions.GUEST: Kate Labunets | Assistant Professor (UD1) in Cyber Security at Utrecht University | https://www.linkedin.com/in/klabunets/HOSTS:Sean Martin, Co-Founder at ITSPmagazine [@ITSPmagazine] and Host of Redefining CyberSecurity Podcast [@RedefiningCyber] | On ITSPmagazine:  https://www.itspmagazine.com/sean-martinMarco Ciappelli, Co-Founder at ITSPmagazine [@ITSPmagazine] and Host of Redefining Society Podcast & Audio Signals Podcast | On ITSPmagazine: https://www.itspmagazine.com/itspmagazine-podcast-radio-hosts/marco-ciappelliSPONSORSManicode Security: https://itspm.ag/manicode-security-7q8iRESOURCESKate's Session: https://owasp2025globalappseceu.sched.com/event/1v86U/keynote-outside-the-ivory-tower-connecting-practice-and-scienceLearn more and catch more stories from OWASP AppSec Global 2025 Barcelona coverage: https://www.itspmagazine.com/owasp-global-appsec-barcelona-2025-application-security-event-coverage-in-catalunya-spainCatch all of our event coverage: https://www.itspmagazine.com/technology-and-cybersecurity-conference-coverageWant to tell your Brand Story Briefing as part of our event coverage? Learn More

May 22nd, 2025 Guests: Jerry Marzinsky & Judy Gregerson Topic: They Feed on Fear - Breaking Free from Spiritual Oppression About The Guests: Jerry Marzinsky BA M.Ed.— Jerry is a retired licensed psychotherapist with over 40 years of experience working with and studying the thought processes of psychotic and criminally insane patients in some of the most volatile psychiatric institutions in the nation. Jerry is a commercial pilot, certified SCUBA diver, and long-distance motorcyclist. He has held the positions of 2nd Lt. in the Arizona Civil Air Patrol and Assistant Scout Master. He was awarded the state of Arizona's meritorious service award and the Pima College Apple award of teaching Abnormal Psychology. His formal academic training comprises a B.A. in Psychology from Temple University, a Master's Degree in Counseling from the University of Georgia, and two years of study in a Ph.D. Psychology program. He is the co-author of An Amazing Journey Into The Psychotic Mind - Breaking The Spell Of the Ivory Tower and is currently is currently has a private practice in Arizona. ✅ Visit Jerry's website https://www.jerrymarzinsky.com/ ✅ Read Jerry and Sherry's book https://www.amazon.com/AMAZING-JOURNEY-INTO-PSYCHOTIC-MIND/dp/0359783368 ✅ Learn about Sherry's "That's a Lie" program https://keyholejourney.wordpress.com/2016/07/21/the-thats-a-lie-program/ ✅ Help us get this information out by donating to the following link: https://www.paypal.com/donate/?cmd=_donations&business=DPL2K2533M5WY¤cy_code=USD&source=url&Z3JncnB0= ✅ Follow us on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/EngineeringSanity/ #ThePressenceofOtherWorlds #JerryMarzinsky #Schizophrenia Judy Gregerson Judylgregerson@gmail.com https://www.strategiesforovercomers.com

Is the U.S. medical system truly prioritizing health or just managing disease? This episode dives into the controversial nomination of Dr. Casey Means for Surgeon General and what it reveals about the state of modern medicine. With chronic illness on the rise and pharmaceutical influence stronger than ever, the conversation challenges long-standing norms in how we approach public health.From concerns over medical education and policy-making to the importance of real-world experience in shaping national health strategies, this discussion doesn't hold back. It also highlights the growing push for holistic, lifestyle-based care and whether leaders who support that model can break through the system.Highlights of the Podcast00:04 - Critique of the Medical Establishment01:31 - Systemic Health Decline03:06 - Lack of Clinical Experience06:22 - Ivory Tower vs. Real-World Practice07:56 - Pharma Influence & Vaccine Politics09:28 - Medical Autonomy & COVID Policies12:04 - Metabolic Health Focus

What if your business professor doubled as your career coach? In this episode, I sit down with Philip Tran, a seasoned community college professor and entrepreneur to talk about how the lessons from class can launch your career. Whether you're a student or professional, this episode is packed with practical wisdom.Visit Aspira Consulting's website for information about our culturally relevant Career Readiness ProgramsWatch our YouTube channel for career and leadership tipsSubscribe to our e-newsletter to receive no BS career and leaderships tips in your in-box

More than 150 colleges and universities — including Harvard, Princeton, American University, and MIT — are drawing a red line. In a powerful joint statement, they're calling out the Trump administration for what they describe as unprecedented political interference in higher education. The backlash comes just after Harvard sued the administration for freezing over $3 billion in federal research grants. At the center of the clash are demands to gut diversity policies and audit schools for so-called viewpoint diversity. Trump's camp says it's cracking down on antisemitism, but universities say this is a thin cover for silencing dissent, cutting international student access, and politicizing science and speech. The warning from the nation's top schools: Undermining free thought in classrooms today could cost democracy tomorrow. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Interview starts at 31:35 Stasia and Shilo join us for a great chat about the state of Science, Consciousness, Celestial Mechanics, their podcast and much more.   We chat about coming from the Ivory Tower, cold fusion, Simon Shack's theory on our solar system, the hard problem of consciousness, science and statecraft, sacred numbers, The Ethical Skeptic, Cataclysms, the Stronglink Problem, the paradigm drift, Atlas Shrugged, the theory of nature, male reproduction bottlenecks and more.   DemystifySci is Dr. Anastasia Bendebury and Dr. Michael Shilo DeLay. Together they untangle complex theories of nature, making analysis accessible through conversations with exceptional thinkers. Each week they interview a new theorist about the ideas that are going to rewrite our understanding of the world. Power them via Patreon: @demystifysci https://www.youtube.com/@DemystifySci_Podcast   Become a Lord or Lady with 1k donations over time. And a Noble with any donation. Leave Serfdom behind and help Grimerica stick to 0 ads and sponsors and fully listener supported. Thanks for listening!! Help support the show, because we can't do it without ya.   Support the show directly: https://grimericacbd.com/ CBD / THC Gummies and Tinctures http://www.grimerica.ca/support https://www.patreon.com/grimerica http://www.grimericaoutlawed.ca/support www.Rokfin.com/Grimerica   https://www.eventbrite.com/e/experience-the-ultimate-hunting-adventure-in-alberta-canada-tickets-1077654175649?aff=ebdsshcopyurl&utm-campaign=social&utm-content=attendeeshare&utm-medium=discovery&utm-term=organizer-profile&utm-share-source=organizer-profile   The Eh- List site. Canadian Propaganda Deconstruction https://eh-list.ca/ The Eh-List YouTube Channel: https://youtube.com/@theeh-list?si=d_ThkEYAK6UG_hGX Adultbrain Audiobook YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/@adultbrainaudiobookpublishing https://grimericaoutlawed.ca/The newer controversial Grimerica Outlawed Grimerica Show Check out our next trip/conference/meetup - Contact at the Cabin www.contactatthecabin.com Our audio book website: www.adultbrain.ca www.grimerica.ca/shrooms and Micro Dosing Darren's book www.acanadianshame.ca Grimerica on Rumble: https://rumble.com/c/c-2312992 Join the chat / hangout with a bunch of fellow Grimericans Https://t.me.grimerica https://www.guilded.gg/i/EvxJ44rk   Leave a review on iTunes and/or Stitcher: https://itunes.apple.com/ca/podcast/grimerica-outlawed http://www.stitcher.com/podcast/grimerica-outlawed Sign up for our newsletter https://grimerica.substack.com/ SPAM Graham = and send him your synchronicities, feedback, strange experiences and psychedelic trip reports!! graham@grimerica.com InstaGRAM https://www.instagram.com/the_grimerica_show_podcast/ Tweet Darren https://twitter.com/Grimerica Can't. Darren is still deleted. Purchase swag, with partial proceeds donated to the show: www.grimerica.ca/swag Send us a postcard or letter http://www.grimerica.ca/contact/ Episode ART - Napolean Duheme's site http://www.lostbreadcomic.com/ MUSIC https://brokeforfree.bandcamp.com/ - Something Wobbly Felix's Site sirfelix.bandcamp.com - Space Cadet

The Pope is once again pontificating on the US and President Trump's deportation of illegal immigrants. Piper challenges the Pope's use of the Scriptures to suggest that these policies don't consider the humanity of the immigrants as he sits in his well-protected home.

Send us a textApril 2025 marks the 10th anniversary of the #BaltimoreUprising, a series of protests sparked by Freddie Gray's death in Baltimore Police custody in 2015.Baltimore has long reflected America's racial and political anxieties, making the Uprising a frequent subject of academic analysis. In this episode, Leaders of a Beautiful Struggle's Lawrence Grandpre and Dayvon Love critique two books: Beyond Black Lives Matter by Cedric Johnson and Invisible Weapons by Marcus Board Jr.While Johnson critiques BLM and Board affirms it, both argue that Baltimore's working-class grassroots were misled by neoliberalism, rendering their responses to Freddie Gray ineffective. This view overlooks successful grassroots political interventions by groups like LBS, which led protests during the Uprising and continues to advance community-driven agendas. By oversimplifying Black identity as manipulation by elites—whether through neoliberalism (Johnson) or patriarchy (Board)—both books fail to capture the political and ideological complexity of Baltimore's working-class Black communities. They also neglect to examine how academic detachment can distort analyses of Baltimore, Black life, and Black politics.Support the showIn Search of Black Power is a Black-owned internet show and podcast. This podcast is sponsored and produced by Leaders of a Beautiful Struggle (LBS). The internet show is published in collaboration with Black Liberation Media (BLM)

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President Donald Trump's multi-front battle on education is in full swing. Today, he's expected to sign an executive order effectively dismantling the Department of Education; Columbia University faces a deadline to respond to the administration's demands or else lose $400 million in funding; Penn finds itself under scrutiny as the administration takes issue with its policy on transgender student athletes; and Dartmouth staffs up as it seeks to remain out of the line of fire. POLITICO's West Wing Playbook author and White House reporter Irie Sentner joins Playbook deputy editor Zack Stanton to discuss.

Send us a textman let me level with you. the audio is not great. we tried to use the phone recording app with iphone. audio will be better next week. but content wise. best thing we've made. Just enjoy and please listen to the whole thing before you dm D**thThr**tsEpisode Minutes:WoWEating Utensils Charlize Theron

Music: Faces of FACET by Claire Eckstein Senior Lecturer in Accounting Katie Metz and FACET Director Michael Morrone talk with David Pace, FACET Class of 1994, in another episode of FACET Teachers: Reflection on Critical Teaching. Pace is an Emeritus Professor in the Department of History at IU Bloomington, and he shares about the importance of enhancing one's teaching in a way that will include all students by not adhering to the analogy of "the ivory tower," as discussed on his website, Decoding the Ivory Tower.

 In this episode, Jen Psaki talks with her former boss Rahm Emanuel about what he thinks Democrats need to do to win again.  He offers his trademark candor on where Democrats slipped up in 2024, but also talks about what the future can look like.  He stresses the value of who the messengers are, the damage of litmus tests to winning and the importance of running someone in every single race from school boards to Congress. Want to listen to this show without ads? Sign up for MSNBC Premium on Apple Podcasts.

Ethereal Encounters Unveiled welcomes Jerry Marzinsky, Psychotherapist With Over 35 Years of Experience Date: January 16th, 2025 Segment: 0014 Topic: Spiritual Warfare Demonic Attachments Explained Causes, Effects, and Solutions About The Guest Jerry Marzinsky BA M.Ed. Jerry is a retired licensed psychotherapist with over 35 years of experience working with and studying the thought processes of psychotic and criminally insane patients in some of the most volatile psychiatric institutions in the nation. He has held the positions of 2nd Lt. Arizona Civil Air Patrol and Assistant Scout Master. His formal academic training comprises a B.A. in Psychology from Temple University, a Master's Degree in Counseling from the University of Georgia, and two years of study in a Ph.D. Psychology program. He co-authors An Amazing Journey Into The Psychotic Mind - Breaking The Spell Of the Ivory Tower.

Daniel Penny being found ‘not guilty' is not enough. Why the commies love violent street crime. Daniel Penny verdict and why the street animals are mad about it. Keeping you updated in the war against mice. Democrat's Ivory Tower problem. Medal of Honor: David Dolby – Ambushed in the jungle. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Psychiatry maintains the voices schizophrenics hear are meaningless auditory hallucinations caused by a chemical imbalance in the brain. Clinical investigation into the matter reveals this to be a false claim. Dr. Wilson Van Dusen, a clinical psychologist and author of "The Presence of Spirits in Madness" began holding coherent conversations with the voices of his schizophrenic patients decades ago. He discovered they precisely matched what Christian Mystic Emanuel Swedenborg described as evil spirits. Following up with scores of investigative interviews with his schizophrenic patients, Jerry Marzinsky, a psychiatric evaluator, verified Van Dusen's astonishing conclusion: the voices are real. They are conscious, parasitic entities.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-opperman-report--1198501/support.

Psychiatry maintains the voices schizophrenics hear are meaningless auditory hallucinations caused by a chemical imbalance in the brain. Clinical investigation into the matter reveals this to be a false claim. Dr. Wilson Van Dusen, a clinical psychologist and author of "The Presence of Spirits in Madness" began holding coherent conversations with the voices of his schizophrenic patients decades ago. He discovered they precisely matched what Christian Mystic Emanuel Swedenborg described as evil spirits. Following up with scores of investigative interviews with his schizophrenic patients, Jerry Marzinsky, a psychiatric evaluator, verified Van Dusen's astonishing conclusion: the voices are real. They are conscious, parasitic entities.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-opperman-report--1198501/support.

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#updateai #customersuccess #saas #business Rachel Orston, Chief Customer Officer at Instructure joins the hosts ⁠⁠Jon Johnson⁠⁠ & ⁠⁠Josh Schachter⁠⁠ to discuss her strategic approach to aligning customer success with sales and revenue goals, the challenges of transitioning to a variable compensation model, and how Instructure fosters a culture of connection and collaboration. Timestamps 0:00 - Preview & Intros 5:15 - Discussing about CoThrive 8:07 - Diverse customer segments at Instructure 13:15 - Performance metrics that drive success 16:45 - Connecting with customers 22:36 - Emphasis on performance-based variable compensation 27:23 - CS and Sales 30:15 - Tools and processes for improved collaboration ___________________________

John is joined by two up-and-coming Democratic congressmen—Seth Moulton, of the North Shore of Massachusetts, and Ritchie Torres, of the Bronx—to discuss what went wrong for Democrats in 2024. Moulton and Torres have little in common besides their relative youth; Moulton, 46, is white, straight, and holds multiple degrees from Harvard, while Torres, 36, is Afro Latino, openly gay, and never graduated from college. But their diagnoses of what ails their party (and, in particular, what allowed Donald Trump to make dramatic inroads with non-white working class voters) and their prescriptions for how to cure it are in sync: preach less and listen more; stop pandering to the left, especially on cultural issues; embrace pragmatism, competency, and open debate over purity tests, identity politics, and Ivory Tower condescension. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

In the constantly evolving world of law enforcement, connecting police officers with the latest research is crucial for effective, evidence-based decision-making. Yet, traditional academic publications are often inaccessible, both in cost and in technical language. Applied Police Briefings (APB) steps in to bridge this gap, providing law enforcement with free, practical and concise summaries of cutting-edge research. By transforming academic findings into easily digestible briefs, APB empowers officers and departments to stay informed and apply data-driven strategies in their everyday duties. In this episode of the Policing Matters podcast, host Jim Dudley speaks with APB founders Craig Bennell and Kirk Luther about their mission to make police-relevant research accessible and impactful. Both established academics and passionate advocates for evidence-based policing, Bennell and Luther saw firsthand how critical findings were failing to reach those in the field. Through APB, they're addressing this need by curating essential studies, stripping away complex jargon, and presenting them in a format that is meaningful and useful for officers and police leaders alike. About our sponsor This episode of the Policing Matters podcast is sponsored by OfficerStore. Learn more about getting the gear you need at prices you can afford by visiting OfficerStore.com.

Don't judge a book by its cover - this episode is about how looks can be deceiving in Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts. We're joined by Eizabeth Baird Hardy (Mayland Community College) to discuss her chapter in The Ivory Tower, Harry Potter, and Beyond, "Muggle Worthy: Deceptive Exteriors and Outsized Interiors in the Wizarding World." There is an implicit lesson in the wizarding world - one understood by magical children but that needs to be learned by newcomers like Harry - not to trust architecture. Staircases move, paintings hide passageways, unassuming pubs contain entrances to bustling magical streets. People, too, are more than they appear, like the enormous but gentle Hagrid. Some spaces in Potter seem sensitive to emotional or psychological factors, such as the Room of Requirement, which seems to work in a similar way to a boggart in terms of understanding a person. While the former senses what a user needs, the latter senses what they fear. The Room of Requirement does not appear to judge and can be used for noble or nefarious purposes, whether to fight Death Eaters or let them into the castle. What about portable, extendable spaces? Hermione has her beaded bag and Newt Scamander his suitcase full of creatures, both of which serve as metaphors for the complex personalities under the exteriors that might be overlooked. Spaces like these are also seen in Mary Poppins, Discworld, and The Chronicles of Narnia. Fantasy itself feels like a space where we cross a threshold from the mundane into a world of possibility. 

Please watch or listen to part 1 if you haven't yet: https://www.disruptnowprogram.com/blog/truths-about-lower-astral-parasites-and-negative-energy-attachments PART 2: In this part two with Jerry Marzinsky, we dig into the patterns of the voices as time and time again, when Jerry sat with souls plagued with these parasites, he was able to recognize patterns. These patterns are vital to know because this allowed people he was trying to help to learn how to break free. We also delve into solutions that have allowed many to completely break free from these lower astra parasites and negative energy attachments. Jerry is a retired psychotherapist with over 40 years of experience working with and studying the thought processes of those that have been deemed “psychotic and criminally insane” in some of the most volatile psychiatric institutions. He's also the co-author of the book called: An Amazing Journey Into The Psychotic Mind - Breaking The Spell Of the Ivory Tower. This is a book that this podcast highly recommends! Please watch the videos at https://www.youtube.com/@awakeningmagick Or join us on Telegram here https://t.me/AwakeningMagick Always go to https://www.disruptnowpodcast.com  to read all the details about our episodes and explore all of the details about each of our guests!  

College endowment funds are at the center of student protester’s calls for their schools to divest from Israel. Charlie Eaton, a sociology professor at the University of California, Merced, and author of “Bankers in the Ivory Tower,” said the size of these funds have created a moral dilemma for the wealthiest universities. On the show today, Eaton explains how college endowments work, why most universities don’t disclose how those funds are invested, and how colleges could manage their endowments to better align with their values. Then, we’ll check-in on the youths. And, Mallory Lewis and Lamb Chop, the puppet, answer the Make Me Smart question. Plus, a tribute to Jasper. Here’s everything we talked about today: “University endowments show few signs of direct Israel, defense holdings” from The Washington Post “If the divestment movement succeeds, will it have an economic impact?” from Marketplace “Gaza protests: Divestment from Israel becomes focus of student demands” from The Washington Post “Students protest Gaza war: The history of divestment protests” from Marketplace “Top companies are on students’ divest list. But does it really work?” from NPR “Gen Z Sinks Deeper Into Debt” from The Wall Street Journal “Abortion bans drive away up to half of young talent, new CNBC/Generation Lab youth survey finds” from CNBC “Businesses are speaking out against anti-LGBTQ laws” from Marketplace Want more “Make Me Smart” in your life? Sign up for our newsletter at marketplace.org/smarter.

It's 1849, and a gruesome murder has just happened at Harvard. As body parts turn up, the science of the day is put to the ultimate test to find out: who committed this brutal killing? Prof. Paul Collins tells us how this morbid mystery unfolds.   Find our transcript here: https://bit.ly/ScienceVsMurderInTheIvoryTower In this episode, we cover: (00:00) The murder that shocked Harvard (02:35) A very rich man disappears (06:08) The tea chest of horrors (07:34) The professor (09:33) The janitor (12:00) The case against the professor  (14:25) The trial (17:48) 1800s forensics enter the picture (25:29) The verdict This episode was produced by Kaitlyn Sawrey with help from Wendy Zukerman, Rose Rimler, Meryl Horn and Odelia Rubin. Editing by Blythe Terrell, with help from Caitlin Kenney. Fact checking by Michelle Harris. Mix and sound design by Emma Munger. Music by Emma Munger and Bobby Lord. A huge thanks to Jessica Murphy and the team at the Harvard University Archives, plus Lars Trembly and Matthew Nelson, Frank Lopez, Joseph Lavelle Wilson and the Zukerman Family. Science Vs is a Spotify Studios Original. Listen for free on Spotify or wherever you get your podcasts. Follow us and tap the bell for episode notifications.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Boycotts have been making headlines lately, from the movement to boycott Israel over the war in Gaza, which has hit companies like Starbucks and McDonald’s, to a new right-wing boycott of Doritos over the brand’s decision to partner with a trans influencer. Consumer boycott campaigns are frequently tossed around in the news cycle. But do they really make a difference in the long run? On the show today, Brayden King at the Kellogg School of Management explains why boycotts don’t usually affect a company’s bottom line, where boycotts actually do make an impact and how social media has changed the way these campaigns work. Plus, the difference between boycotts and buycotts. Then, a reminder that inflation’s ride down is a bumpy one. And, this week’s answer to the Make Me Smart question comes from Jasmine Harris, author of “Black Women, Ivory Tower.” Here’s everything we talked about today: “Shopping has become a political act. Here’s how it happened.” from Vox “How Much Do Boycotts Affect a Company's Bottom Line?”  from KelloggInsight “What to Know About the Global Boycott Movement Against Israel” from Time “McDonald's franchises emerge as new flashpoint in Israel-Hamas war” from The Washington Post “Right-Wing Boycotters Have a New Target: Doritos” from Business Insider “Inflation Picks Up to 3.2% in February, Slightly Hotter Than Expected” from The Wall Street Journal “Judge blocks US labor board rule on contract and franchise workers” from Reuters Don't forget, your gift goes twice as far for Marketplace today only, thanks to a match from the Investors Challenge Fund. Give now! https://support.marketplace.org/smart-sn

Boycotts have been making headlines lately, from the movement to boycott Israel over the war in Gaza, which has hit companies like Starbucks and McDonald’s, to a new right-wing boycott of Doritos over the brand’s decision to partner with a trans influencer. Consumer boycott campaigns are frequently tossed around in the news cycle. But do they really make a difference in the long run? On the show today, Brayden King at the Kellogg School of Management explains why boycotts don’t usually affect a company’s bottom line, where boycotts actually do make an impact and how social media has changed the way these campaigns work. Plus, the difference between boycotts and buycotts. Then, a reminder that inflation’s ride down is a bumpy one. And, this week’s answer to the Make Me Smart question comes from Jasmine Harris, author of “Black Women, Ivory Tower.” Here’s everything we talked about today: “Shopping has become a political act. Here’s how it happened.” from Vox “How Much Do Boycotts Affect a Company's Bottom Line?”  from KelloggInsight “What to Know About the Global Boycott Movement Against Israel” from Time “McDonald's franchises emerge as new flashpoint in Israel-Hamas war” from The Washington Post “Right-Wing Boycotters Have a New Target: Doritos” from Business Insider “Inflation Picks Up to 3.2% in February, Slightly Hotter Than Expected” from The Wall Street Journal “Judge blocks US labor board rule on contract and franchise workers” from Reuters Don't forget, your gift goes twice as far for Marketplace today only, thanks to a match from the Investors Challenge Fund. Give now! https://support.marketplace.org/smart-sn