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A congressional resolution this week was passed with bipartisan support in declaration that Israel is not a racist or apartheid state. Only nine Democrats voted against, but this is likely due to their detest for religion. Israel's President Isaac Herzog was also in Congress this week to criticize Iran's nuclear program, despite Israel itself having hundreds of nuclear weapons, and to tell America that Israel is a purely democratic state. American perception is changing, however, with a Gallup poll showing a new high of 31% of citizens now siding with Palestinians. Israel, in reality, is a proxy of the United States and both countries have agreed to use and exploit Jewish identity for political and financial gains. Benjamin Netanyahu, Prime Minster of the country, once said that this identity and the history of Jewish suffering is what makes them morally superior to all others, a clear extension of the line that they are God's Chosen People. How different is this from the Master Race of Nazism? Such a belief creates a vacuum for horrendous crimes to be carried out, like Nazism, in the aims of a defined goal. Jewish comedian Roseanne pointed this out recently in an interview, yelling at Piers Morgan that just because Volodymyr Zelenskyy is Jewish doesn't mean he is a good guy. In fact, what Zelenskyy is doing is turning Ukraine into what he called “Big-Israel,” i.e. another U.S. proxy state to launder money, ship weapons, and wage war.Any criticism or acknowledgment of such facts conjures the accusation of anti-semitism, despite a semite being anyone who speaks a semitic language. In other words, Arabs are semites but a person who cannot speak Hebrew who converts to Judaism is not a semite. Likewise, the term Israel translates to God is a Warrior, a reference to the power of god manifesting throughout the entirety of Creation. The nation of Israel is not made of a singular people but of all mankind and nature. For MANKIND is God's CHOSEN PEOPLE. The Twelve Tribes are thus the signs of the animal wheel or Zodiac. The Holy land is furthermore a state of mind, or what Joseph Campbell called “a corner of the heart, or it is any environment that has been mythologically spiritualized.” The capital of perverse sexuality was Berlin in the 1920s but that has since shifted to Tel Aviv, Israel, where Jewish publications are proud of their support for all things sexually unique. Is it any wonder that Hollywood, Disney, and Black Rock, all with disproportionate Jewish influences, produce material and influence culture and business along these lines?Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-secret-teachings-with-ryan-gable--5328407/support.

If you think you are in the wrong place, you probably are.In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand.Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected..“Believing in yourself is not enough. You must impress that belief upon the Universe.”(Monday)My pain was legendary. Fine, my pain was epic. Okay, my pain was really bad, only exacerbated by a busy weekend. Sunday had started out fine. The girls hadn't minded being cooped up in my place for half of the day. We all worked out in the morning, which Nikita found odd. Then the young ladies explored a 'man pad', which was totally new.Loraine and Nikita developed a complex relationship. Nikita was martial enough, older and far more worldly. They conflicted over me; Loraine wouldn't accept that she'd never conquer me and Nikita was stymied by the Amazon creed involving men. Europa bonded with Timothy in all kinds of odd ways including the exploration of the world of tattooing.Aya discovered a new favorite position. I had lain belly-down on the sofa while Nikita gave me a back rub. Right after she was done, Aya climbed on top of me, laid her stomach on my back and relaxed, soaking up my scent and warmth. Only when we got them home did Loraine whisper to me that she'd never seen Aya that calm and at peace for such a continuous amount of time.That warm fuzzy, along with Nikita being downright sympathetic and attentive for the rest of her stay rolled right into Timothy's and my date Sunday night. That ended up in a 'bizarre unless you are me' frolic late Sunday night. Timothy was a fun time for Nadia, Ulyssa's older sister, then finished up their date by pretending to pass out back at their place.I'd seen Timothy drink steadily for four hours with barely a buzz. Still, that ended up with Ulyssa, Nadia and I in a three-way until one in the morning. That was when Timothy pretended to wake up and call out my name. The ladies and I wrapped up the sex session quickly and 'us' guys departed because, ya know, we had work in a few hours.Timothy even changed my bandages again. I gave him a few bills to up our medical supplies. He took a few more from my wallet because he prophesied me being wounded would be a common occurrence. He followed that up by giving me a bear hug and a kiss on the cheek."You are a lifesaver, Bro," he sighed. "My break-up left me really down and you've restored my faith in life and love. Keep it up." Then we both went to bed.I followed that up with an early wake-up call from Katrina telling me to show up thirty minutes early and report to the Medical Division. That led me to biking, one legged, through the city (Nikita and I had retrieved my bike Sunday afternoon) by dawn's early light and reporting to the witchdoctors at Havenstone. Thus my legendary, epic, really bad pain.The Doctor at Doebridge had practiced traditional Amazon healing methods. The cute chick who escorted me into the Medical Division had actually heard we were in the 21st century. She sat me on a gurney in what passed for a modern Emergency Room and had me take off my pants. Then she asked me if I wanted pain-killers, or a local anesthetic."No, I'm a man," I bragged. I saw the bewilderment in her eyes. Was I saying 'no', or was I claiming to be a weak, frail male? "It is too late for your people to be nice to me now," I clarified. "You are monsters and I accept that, so let's get this over with so we can get back to our jobs.""What are you talking about?" she tried to be disarming. Could it be she wasn't a full-blooded Amazon?#To ease my pain, show me your bountiful bosom# I said in Old Kingdom Hittite. The nice, young doctor blinked. She knew of the lingo, but not the speech itself."No on the anesthetic," I sighed. "Please work professionally and quickly so we may return to our duties, Doctor.""Of course. I'll be right back," she nodded then headed off to 'get some supplies'; in other words 'call Security'. They showed up lickety-split, doctor in tow. I recognized one from the Armory. To be polite, I let her know I recalled her."Oh, it is the Kindergarten graduate," I grinned. "Who is your lesbian playmate?""Oh goodie," Kindergarten snarled. "I get another crack at you.""Wait," the buddy cautioned her. "Shouldn't we investigate the claim that he knows an unknown tongue?" She looked to me. "Well?""The Doctor needs to leave the room," I stated."You don't tell us what to do, male," Kindy snapped."Okay, how can you verify I speak your Mother Tongue without violating some protocol if she is still in the room?" I sounded bored. Home-schooled and not in a good way."I say we beat it out of you," Kindy kept being stupid. Come on, like she was going to stumble upon a conspiracy in her lowly position, armed with her limited intellect."Bring it, Kitten," I smirked. "It's not like I'm going anywhere." The two security types drew their Tasers. I reclined onto the gurney and folded my arms over my chest."Sit up, damn you," Kindy's partner demanded."Why? So when you stun me I fall to the floor? I think I'd rather flop around on the gurney, thank you," I mused.Our conversation brought attention. A few women were starting to gather around when one pressed through. I didn't know her, but she had some familiar features."Cáel Nyilas, I am Traska Maza, Violet's sister. Come to my side," she ordered. Okay now, I didn't HAVE to obey that. Once more, a nice lady was giving me an out and I took it.I swung slowly off the gurney and hobbled to her side."Kneel," and I knelt with a grimace. "Now what is your problem with our breeding male?" she added the last part in Amazon."Wait," I blurted out. "I'm no one's breeding male yet!" In Amazon/Hittite. The crowd stirred."True and you are making it a truly glorious hunt, but we will take you as our prize in the end, Male," Traska smiled down at me while petting my hair while speaking in Amazon. Sex."He speaks the; Tongue?" the Doctor stammered."Of course he does," Traska nodded. "Otherwise it would have been quite difficult for him to refuse Hayden breeding rights on Saturday.""He refused Hayden," Kindy gawked."It is against corporate policy," I explained. "Being a good boy is getting the crap kicked out of me as it is. Heaven help me if I actually broke a rule." They chuckled; psycho bitches."Cáel, rise," so I struggled to my feet. "Go to the gurney and let the doctor tend to your battle scar," Traska commanded. As I staggered back from whence I came, the term 'battle scar' resonated to both me and the women."This does not settle the crime of him speaking our language," Kindy kept blathering."Did it occur to you to contact Elsa, or Katrina, or even the office of Hayden to gather information on what was going on," Traska sighed, "before racing to attack a wounded male in the middle of this vast structure we control? What was he going to do? Hobble over to a hurricane-proof window?""Even if he managed to somehow break one, he would be throwing himself down four floors to the sidewalk below? Admittedly, if he did accomplish all that and escape, he would be a threat. I'd still want to breed with him for that would be one tough, determined male," Traska chuckled. She walked off, the guards stood around uselessly and the doctor tended my wounds.I called Katrina, updating my situation, she called someone else, who probably called someone else, who called off the guards."So, who do you think you will be breeding with?" the doctor hinted. Seriously, I could pick up a girl in a war zone. A lonely female doctor in an ER that only treats women wasn't even a contest."Actually, no one," I winked. "I'm gay. I can't get it up around women." Recall, I had no pants on and my cockhead had a mind of its own, which didn't bother me. What did bother me was its mind being more dominant than the one on top of my shoulders. The doctor patted my package. My cock was pleading 'we haven't had sex in six hours; we are dying over here'. Lying bastard."Oh really," she teased."This is not fair," I groaned. "Your ass is so finely sculpted and tight," I couldn't see most of it because of her lab coat, but hey, "and your lips look like they could suck a golf ball through a garden hose." Be careful with the last line. Make sure your target likes fellatio first.The Doctor pursed her lips and gave me a wink. Was I lining up another prospective Havenstone woman as part of some grand master plan? No. I'm an idiot with an out of control libido. I am always hitting on women. I can't help it, thus my numerous scars and colorful stories."I can, you know," she purred. Golf ball; garden hose; feels so good.You know you are making an impact on the workplace when this happens: after leaving the doctor, I was taking the elevator up to my floor. The door opened and two women stepped in, suddenly disappointed."Oh; you are already dressed," Brielle sighed. Her companion was equally peeved."Arrow wound," I informed them. "I had to go to medical. They stripped me there.""Damn it," her companion snapped her fingers. "Maybe we should tag his itinerary?""I think Katrina would frown on that," Brielle shook her head."Well, can you take off your clothes really quick?" the companion turned to me.The door opened on my floor."Sorry. No. Gotta go to work. Have a nice day now," I retreated to the safety of the office.I'm an idiot. On all the desks in the sizable office space housing the heart of Executive Services was a long box; from Nerf. Oh, Sweet God; Buffy was out to make me cry.How did I know it was Buffy? If Desiree wanted to know something about me, she'd slap me around until I answered. Buffy was far more insidious. She'd spy on me. To give her credit, I had a box as well. I too could get that wonderful feeling that Custer's last trooper felt as the Sioux and Cheyenne closed in. Sure I could shoot back, but it wouldn't do any good.Katrina had already unboxed her toy. It was loaded, resting on her desk. It was a six shooter."Honestly Cáel, is your problem with my native tongue, an inability to tell time, or an unwillingness to follow common sense instructions?" Katrina gave me a warm, maternal look. She was referring to me engaging in strenuous activity in the first 48 hours after having been wounded."After this afternoon I do not have any other dates planned so I can take it easy," I promised."As long as you understand that many of us are risking our lives to help you keep yours," Katrina pointed out. "What did Elsa want Saturday night?" The look of shame on my face was probably what Katrina expected though not what she wanted to see. "Tell me," she groaned."Oh; okay; she kissed me once but I stopped her; against policy," I started."Yes?" Katrina muttered. She knew this was bad."Oh; then I vigorously sucked and bit on her, while fingering until she arrived; hard," I confessed. Katrina put her elbow in her desk, forearm uplifted then planted her forehead on her palm."By the Goddesses, you could walk blindfolded through a minefield only to trip over a cricket," Katrina mumbled. Katrina sensed my confusion."Elsa's and Rhada's/Madi's families are in a blood feud. They would kill you for looking amorously at the other," she explained."Whoops; I didn't make either one like me," I pleaded."I believe you, Cáel," Katrina looked up and smiled. "If I didn't, I would have Desiree toss you down an elevator shaft; from the thirtieth floor.""It wouldn't work," I grinned at her. "I'm part flying squirrel. I've got those little underarm flaps and everything.""Patagium," Katrina defined that bit of anatomy for me."Stop being smarter than me," I furrowed my brow. "It is unattractive in a female." Wack; Nerf hit. Right then Daphne and Tigger walked in and took in the situation."Can we all take shots at Cáel?" Daphne inquired. Oh hell no!"I'm actually recruiting a Rebel Alliance," I offered."What's in it for us?" Tigger asked."Dubious glory, improbable hope, an unfamiliar future and the unique experience of pitting your defiance into the Eye of the Abyss before the End," I promised in Old Kingdom Hittite.

En el episodio #194 lado B #TemadelaSemana: Lo callan la Master Race feat. Laharl de RetroAct y Cobra ex Modo 7 La plataforma de PC se ha convertido en uno de los pilares de esta industria del entretenimiento electrónico. Mucho se habla de las bondades de dicha plataforma. Pero pocas veces se muestran los pequeños cons que conlleva usar la computadora para jugar. Por ello conversamos acerca de la Master Race. Nos acompañan: ¡Agente Cobra ex Modo 7 Podcast! ¡Laharl-sama desde RetroAct Entertainment! ¡Revisa este juego dominicano de pura cepa con demo disponible! Antrio: https://store.steampowered.com/app/2012950/Antrio/ Recuerden dejar “me gusta” y comentarios en iVoox, y demás lugares donde nos escuchen. La mayoría de nuestras plataformas aquí: https://linktr.ee/legiongamerrd Twitter: https://twitter.com/LegionGamerRD YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCUGwN2UoGVO7mOysJUQwATQ Nuestro canal de gameplay: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCGNjpnOggsWoqAZx6O779Og Nuestro canal de Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/legiongamerrd Nuestro servidor de Guilded: https://www.guilded.gg/i/kQjoaaep Estamos en Apple iTunes: https:/itunes.apple.com/do/podcast/legión-gamer-podcast/id1370438088 En TuneIn: https://tunein.com/podcasts/Podcasts/Legion-Gamer-Podcast-p1121452/ Google Podcast: https://www.google.com/podcasts?feed=aHR0cHM6Ly9yc3Mud2hvb3Noa2FhLmNvbS9yc3MvcG9kY2FzdC9pZC8zOTIy También pendientes de nuestros amigos: - Gameffect MX: https://linktr.ee/gameeffectmx - Blog de Darkjuste : https://kevincruzguzman.blogspot.com/ - Cultura Comic: https://www.youtube.com/c/CulturaComic - Entrevista por GamecastRD: https://youtu.be/pblUoGLQ2VI -Twitch de Chailozero: https://www.twitch.tv/chailozero -Retrogamers1412: https://www.instagram.com/retrogamers1412/ -Modo 7 Podcast : https://linktr.ee/modo7podcast NaciónGamer809 - https://www.youtube.com/@NacionGamer809 - ItsLuiFra : https://www.twitch.tv/itsluifra - Nintenmax : https://nintenmax.wordpress.com/ - GameOverLA : https://www.gameoverla.com/ - GOXP Gamers : http://www.gameoverxp.com/ - Geek Game Plus: https://www.twitch.tv/geekplustv - Caribeño Gamer:: https://www.youtube.com/@caribenogamer - RetroAct : https://linktr.ee/Retroact - UnnaturalPri: https://www.twitch.tv/unnaturalpri - JuegoVanias: https://www.youtube.com/c/JuegoVanias/ - Xpinel : https://www.youtube.com/channel/UChn8aKgFtsl7j5BtWwOo-Zw - GamerlabDR : https://www.instagram.com/gamerlabdr/ - Quisqueya Fight Club! https://www.youtube.com/@QuisqueyaFightingClub

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In the mid 1950's an overzealous witch hunt took place in the United States focused on the corrupting effects of comic books on young people, which ended in horror comics being banned from the shelves by a draconian comics code.  But why? What did those comics contain that got people so riled up? Well, it depends on who you ask.   WE asked Dr. Dan Yezbick, a comics scholar, and he sparked a lively discussion. If you're only vaguely aware of this chapter of horror history, strap in, because pre-code horror is one of the more fascinating areas of the history of the genre.  Comics mention in this episode: Adventure into Darkness, Adventures into the Unknown, Amazing Mysteries, Archies, Beware, Black Cat Mystery, Boris Karloff's Tales of Mystery, Boris Karloff's Thriller, Casper the Friendly Ghost, Chamber of Chills, City of the Living Dead, Creepy, Crypt of Terror, Dark Shadows, Dead of Night, The Dead That Walk, Eerie Comics, Eerie, Grimm's Ghost Stories, Haunt of Fear, Horrific, House of Mystery, House of Secrets, Judgement Day, Master Race, Mister Mystery, Morbius, The Occult Files of Dr. Spector, Ripley's Believe It or Not True Ghost Stories, Shock Suspense Stories, Skeleton Hand, Tales from the Crypt, Tales from the Tomb, Tales Too Terrible to Tell, Terror Tales, Tomb of Dracula, Tower of Shadows, Twilight Zone, Vault of Horror, Werewolf by Night, Witch Doctor

Roe vs Wade was the first move to increase the master race in America. It is predicted that the white population in America will become the minority, not the majority. thus law changes are being made to preserve the majority by weaponizing abortion to accomplish this goal.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/conspiracy-theories--5194379/support.

Part 2 of 2 in a series addressing some of the most controversial questions: Why have Jews almost always been discriminated against everywhere they went? Why do depiction and stories of demons, vampires, and witches tend to provide a caricature and stereotype of Jews? Why are Jews often overly represented in banking, entertainment, and law, fields full of what people often call bloodsuckers? Why do Jewish sources claim the most acceptance of communism, all forms of sexuality, and discrimination against gentiles? What are the differences between the Chosen People and Master Race? Why does the 'black' identity of victimhood and reparations mirror so strongly the Jewish one? And, generally, why do so many people find Jews intolerable?  -FREE ARCHIVE & RSS: https://www.spreaker.com/show/the-secret-teachingsTwitter: https://twitter.com/TST___RadioFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/thesecretteachingsWEBSITE (BOOKS, RESUBSCRIBE for early show access): http://thesecretteachings.infoPaypal: rdgable@yahoo.comCashApp: $rdgableBuy Me a Coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/tstradioSUBSCRIBE TO NETWORK: http://aftermath.mediaEMAIL: rdgable@yahoo.com / TSTRadio@protonmail.com

Part I of 2 in a series addressing some of the most controversial questions: Why have Jews almost always been discriminated against everywhere they went? Why do depiction and stories of demons, vampires, and witches tend to provide a caricature and stereotype of Jews? Why are Jews often overly represented in banking, entertainment, and law, fields full of what people often call bloodsuckers? Why do Jewish sources claim the most acceptance of communism, all forms of sexuality, and discrimination against gentiles? What are the differences between the Chosen People and Master Race? Why does the 'black' identity of victimhood and reparations mirror so strongly the Jewish one? And, generally, why do so many people find Jews intolerable?  -FREE ARCHIVE & RSS: https://www.spreaker.com/show/the-secret-teachingsTwitter: https://twitter.com/TST___RadioFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/thesecretteachingsWEBSITE (BOOKS, RESUBSCRIBE for early show access): http://thesecretteachings.infoPaypal: rdgable@yahoo.comCashApp: $rdgableBuy Me a Coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/tstradioSUBSCRIBE TO NETWORK: http://aftermath.mediaEMAIL: rdgable@yahoo.com / TSTRadio@protonmail.com

Solo hay una cosa peor que la temporada mala de ILT y que tu jefe te coloque la carta de despido porque se haya dado cuenta que parte de tu horario laboral pasa por ponerte Netflix. La ola de despidos que sufre el sector del videojuego necesitaba investigación veraz y hemos mandado al reportero más dicharachero de ILT a que se ponga las pilas y se entere de todo y nos lo cuente. Por otro lado y ahora que la frontera entre un jugador de PC y otro de consolas es más borrosa que nunca con los juegos exclusivos yendo de un lado para otro Will viene a contarnos los peligros de entrar de lleno en la PC master race. No lo hagáis sin supervisión de un adulto.

In part two of the history of eugenics, Ian Dunt and Dorian Lynskey explain how the pseudo-science of “racial hygiene” seduced everyone from feminist birth-control pioneers and social democrats to the ardent white supremacists whose screeds shaped US immigration laws and influenced Hitler. Then they turn to the rise of eugenics in Germany and how it enabled the Nazis to introduce massive programs of sterilisation and extermination. After the Second World War, the name of eugenics was discredited but many of its leading thinkers and institutions kept going under the more acceptable guise of genetics. How was eugenics quietly rehabilitated by IQ fetishists and population-control advocates? Why has it become so popular in Silicon Valley? And does it even make scientific sense or is it really a pseudo-science designed to formalise bigotry? Despite its association with historic atrocities, the belief that biology is destiny and procreation is political has not gone away. Support Origin Story on Patreon for exclusive benefits including an extended version of the podcast. www.Patreon.com/originstorypod  Reading list: Alison Bashford and Philippa Levine (eds) - The Oxford Handbook of the History of Eugenics (2010) Edwin Black — War Against the Weak: Eugenics and America's Campaign to Create a Master Race (2003) Elof Axel Carlson — The Unfit: A History of a Bad Idea (2001) GK Chesterton — Eugenics and Other Evils (1922) Charles Darwin — The Descent of Man (1871) Lyndsay Andrew Farrall — The Origins and Growth of the English Eugenics Movement 1865-1925 (1969) Francis Galton – Hereditary Genius (1869) Henry H Goddard – The Kallikak Family (1912) Stephen Jay Gould — The Mismeasure of Man (1981/1996) Madison Grant – The Passing of the Great Race (1916) Philippa Levine — Eugenics: A Very Short Introduction (2017) Gina Maranto — Quest for Perfection: The Drive to Breed Better Human Beings (1996) Adam Rutherford — Control: The Dark History and Troubling Present of Eugenics (2022) Lothrop Stoddard – The Rising Tide of Color Against White World Supremacy (1920) HG Wells – Anticipations of the Reaction of Mechanical and Scientific Progress upon Human Life and Thought (1901)  Online: Quinn Slobodian — ‘The rise of the new tech right', The New Statesman (2023) Written and presented by Dorian Lynskey and Ian Dunt. Audio production by Simon Williams. Music by Jade Bailey. Logo art by Mischa Welsh. Lead Producer is Anne-Marie Luff. Group Editor: Andrew Harrison. Origin Story is a Podmasters production. Twitter Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This week, Ian Dunt and Dorian Lynskey get started on the history of eugenics, the idea of finding biological solutions to social problems. Say the word now and it calls to mind skull-measuring cranks or Nazi death camps but for decades it was a mainstream project in many parts of the world, attracting not just white supremacists and elitist snobs but liberals, socialists and feminists. Winston Churchill, HG Wells, Nikola Tesla and John Maynard Keynes all expressed an interest. How did bad science and dangerous politics become so popular? Dorian and Ian explore how Francis Galton and Herbert Spencer's fascination with inherited characteristics was supercharged by Victorian science, from Darwin's theory of evolution to early breakthroughs in genetics. They talk about how Galton's voluntary “positive eugenics” led to the authoritarian “negative eugenics” of compulsory sterilisation, and how hardcore American eugenicists drew up a blueprint for Hitler. Also: the birth of scientific racism, the sinister history of IQ tests, how GK Chesterton helped save Britain from eugenics laws, and, yes, the people who thought you could identify criminals by the shape of their skulls. It's a disturbing and complicated story which mangles your political preconceptions. Support Origin Story on Patreon for exclusive benefits. Reading list Alison Bashford and Philippa Levine (eds) - The Oxford Handbook of the History of Eugenics (2010) Edwin Black — War Against the Weak: Eugenics and America's Campaign to Create a Master Race (2003) Elof Axel Carlson — The Unfit: A History of a Bad Idea (2001) GK Chesterton — Eugenics and Other Evils (1922) Charles Darwin — The Descent of Man (1871) Lyndsay Andrew Farrall — The Origins and Growth of the English Eugenics Movement 1865-1925 (1969) Francis Galton – Hereditary Genius (1869) Henry H Goddard – The Kallikak Family (1912) Stephen Jay Gould — The Mismeasure of Man (1981/1996) Madison Grant – The Passing of the Great Race (1916) Philippa Levine — Eugenics: A Very Short Introduction (2017) Gina Maranto — Quest for Perfection: The Drive to Breed Better Human Beings (1996) Adam Rutherford — Control: The Dark History and Troubling Present of Eugenics (2022) Lothrop Stoddard – The Rising Tide of Color Against White World Supremacy (1920) HG Wells – Anticipations of the Reaction of Mechanical and Scientific Progress upon Human Life and Thought (1901)  Online: Quinn Slobodian — ‘The rise of the new tech right', The New Statesman (2023) Written and presented by Dorian Lynskey and Ian Dunt. Audio production by Simon Williams. Music by Jade Bailey. Logo art by Mischa Welsh. Lead Producer is Anne-Marie Luff. Group Editor: Andrew Harrison. Origin Story is a Podmasters production. Follow Origin Story on X Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

BEST OF: A congressional resolution this week was passed with bipartisan support in declaration that Israel is not a racist or apartheid state. Only nine Democrats voted against, but this is likely due to their detest for religion. Israel's President Isaac Herzog was also in Congress this week to criticize Iran's nuclear program, despite Israel itself having hundreds of nuclear weapons, and to tell America that Israel is a purely democratic state. American perception is changing, however, with a Gallup poll showing a new high of 31% of citizens now siding with Palestinians. Israel, in reality, is a proxy of the United States and both countries have agreed to use and exploit Jewish identity for political and financial gains. Benjamin Netanyahu, Prime Minster of the country, once said that this identity and the history of Jewish suffering is what makes them morally superior to all others, a clear extension of the line that they are God's Chosen People. How different is this from the Master Race of Nazism? Such a belief creates a vacuum for horrendous crimes to be carried out, like Nazism, in the aims of a defined goal. Jewish comedian Roseanne pointed this out recently in an interview, yelling at Piers Morgan that just because Volodymyr Zelenskyy is Jewish doesn't mean he is a good guy. In fact, what Zelenskyy is doing is turning Ukraine into what he called “Big-Israel,” i.e. another U.S. proxy state to launder money, ship weapons, and wage war.Any criticism or acknowledgment of such facts conjures the accusation of anti-semitism, despite a semite being anyone who speaks a semitic language. In other words, Arabs are semites but a person who cannot speak Hebrew who converts to Judaism is not a semite. Likewise, the term Israel translates to God is a Warrior, a reference to the power of god manifesting throughout the entirety of Creation. The nation of Israel is not made of a singular people but of all mankind and nature. For MANKIND is God's CHOSEN PEOPLE. The Twelve Tribes are thus the signs of the animal wheel or Zodiac. The Holy land is furthermore a state of mind, or what Joseph Campbell called “a corner of the heart, or it is any environment that has been mythologically spiritualized.” The capital of perverse sexuality was Berlin in the 1920s but that has since shifted to Tel Aviv, Israel, where Jewish publications are proud of their support for all things sexually unique. Is it any wonder that Hollywood, Disney, and Black Rock, all with disproportionate Jewish influences, produce material and influence culture and business along these lines?This show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/5328407/advertisement

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Friedrich Nietzsche famously said “GOD IS DEAD” which is a phrase commonly misused and misrepresented. It essentially meant, during his time, that with advancing science there would be less adherence to God's order and more demand for rigid, totalitarian systems created by man. Fyodor Dostoevsky suggested the same thing, and both men posited correctly the trend toward authoritarianism decades before communism overthrew Russia. They believed that a political and spiritual danger therefore existed and that the results would be brutality far exceeding religion, monarchy, and paganism. Nietzsche suggested that a ‘higher person' would need to evolve with their own new sense of moral rights and wrongs. Jordan Peterson points out that this is not the full solution since there is in some sense a sort of morality and value that is not confined to subjective classifications. This is where fundamentalist conservative types, who believe there are limits to man's power, and progressive liberal ideologies, who believe God is flawed, greatly differ. In fact, it is the GOD IS FLAWED argument that is more dangerous than the DEAD one, mostly because a flawed God can be paraded around as a symbol of imperfection which the cults of ideology can fix and replace: this is progressivism and technocracy today. Such viewpoints demand total obedience in order to create a new world and better man, which is not so dissimilar to the Nazi idea of a Master Race, or the Jewish idea of a Chosen People. But imperfection is perfection, as it is the beauty of individualism rather than collectivization - see the Japanese concept of Wabi Sabi. Suggesting that there is a way to reach utopia, or earthly heaven, let alone that there is only one road to utopia, is incredibly dangerous. It is predicated on class wars of various kinds, from wealth to race and so on. It erects barriers to achievement, responsibility, discipline, logic, and it prevents people from attaining self sufficiency. It makes people reliant. It is a system founded on sloth, pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, and wrath, if you ask questions. It suggests that power, wealth, sex, etc., are owed to the individual by birth and that there is no need for thought, responsibility, work, and the like. It leads to eugenics and genocide, because when one isolated group (whites, blacks, jews, etc.,) can be blamed for personal internal problems, any and all means can be justified to eliminate that group.This show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/5328407/advertisement

A congressional resolution this week was passed with bipartisan support in declaration that Israel is not a racist or apartheid state. Only nine Democrats voted against, but this is likely due to their detest for religion. Israel's President Isaac Herzog was also in Congress this week to criticize Iran's nuclear program, despite Israel itself having hundreds of nuclear weapons, and to tell America that Israel is a purely democratic state. American perception is changing, however, with a Gallup poll showing a new high of 31% of citizens now siding with Palestinians. Israel, in reality, is a proxy of the United States and both countries have agreed to use and exploit Jewish identity for political and financial gains. Benjamin Netanyahu, Prime Minster of the country, once said that this identity and the history of Jewish suffering is what makes them morally superior to all others, a clear extension of the line that they are God's Chosen People. How different is this from the Master Race of Nazism? Such a belief creates a vacuum for horrendous crimes to be carried out, like Nazism, in the aims of a defined goal. Jewish comedian Roseanne pointed this out recently in an interview, yelling at Piers Morgan that just because Volodymyr Zelenskyy is Jewish doesn't mean he is a good guy. In fact, what Zelenskyy is doing is turning Ukraine into what he called “Big-Israel,” i.e. another U.S. proxy state to launder money, ship weapons, and wage war.Any criticism or acknowledgment of such facts conjures the accusation of anti-semitism, despite a semite being anyone who speaks a semitic language. In other words, Arabs are semites but a person who cannot speak Hebrew who converts to Judaism is not a semite. Likewise, the term Israel translates to God is a Warrior, a reference to the power of god manifesting throughout the entirety of Creation. The nation of Israel is not made of a singular people but of all mankind and nature. For MANKIND is God's CHOSEN PEOPLE. The Twelve Tribes are thus the signs of the animal wheel or Zodiac. The Holy land is furthermore a state of mind, or what Joseph Campbell called “a corner of the heart, or it is any environment that has been mythologically spiritualized.” The capital of perverse sexuality was Berlin in the 1920s but that has since shifted to Tel Aviv, Israel, where Jewish publications are proud of their support for all things sexually unique. Is it any wonder that Hollywood, Disney, and Black Rock, all with disproportionate Jewish influences, produce material and influence culture and business along these lines?This show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/5328407/advertisement

Rachel Wells, Julia Canon, Jen Moreno and Trevor Hankins join Paul and David to discuss Master Race by Bernie Krigstein & Al Feldstein. Read it here for free: https://from-dusk-till-drawn.com/2016/05/02/master-race-by-bernie-krigstein-usa-1955/ Music: Andre Jetson - Bipolar (Original Mix)

SÉRIE “PARAÍSOS GRÁFICOS/ARTIFICIAIS” O destino do bibliófilo é terrível: tudo o que toca se transforma naquilo que ele tanto preza, O LIVRO. Filmes, música, mesmo objetos cotidianos se convertem em grimórios malditos, em manuscritos perdidos, nas formas retangulares, divididas em páginas preenchidas por caracteres compreensíveis ou não. Esse destino terrível, contudo, reserva algo como um “plot twist”: ao transformar todos objetos em livros, extrai disso um estranho, requintado deleite — a transfiguração dos prosaicos e tenebrosos objetos de consumo em algo diferente, singular, cuja essência é outra. Mesmo que tudo isso dure apenas um instante, vale a pena. RARIDADES INUSUAIS, nova série do podcast da Raphus Press, celebra tais transformações. Apoie nossa campanha da graphic novel “OpiuM”: https://www.catarse.me/opium Objetos de hoje: “Master Race and Other Stories”, Bernard Krigstein (Fantagraphics, 2018); “O perfeito estranho”, Bernard Krigstein (Veneta, 2018). Esta série não seria possível sem o apoio dos leitores de nossa editora na campanha recorrente RES FICTA, que traz periodicamente aos leitores surpresas magníficas, impressas ou em formato digital. Link: https://www.catarse.me/res_ficta Nosso podcast também está disponível nas seguintes plataformas: - Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/4NUiqPPTMdnezdKmvWDXHs - Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/podcast-da-raphus-press/id1488391151?uo=4 - Google Podcasts: https://podcasts.google.com/?feed=aHR0cHM6Ly9hbmNob3IuZm0vcy8xMDlmZmVjNC9wb2RjYXN0L3Jzcw%3D%3D  Apoie o canal: https://apoia.se/podcastdaraphus. Ou adquira nossos livros em nosso site: http://raphuspress.weebly.com. Dúvidas sobre envio, formas de pagamento, etc.: http://raphuspress.weebly.com/contact.html.

With Owen all settled in, Matt, Danny & Owen turn the page as they start Chapter 2. Evolution now works in a much shorter space of time, humans have been more humane and decided they'll use themselves in sports instead of the animals we currently use. Oh and when you fart your deepest darkest secrets come out of your mouth as easily as the smelly gas does. Stick around for What Could Have Been... As the boys pick eachothers brain about the the questions the arise this time in Chapter 2.

Concerned mother and uncoverer of secrets and nefarious plots against humanity Shelly Abernathy reveals a shocking TRUTH about the television competition program Lego Masters and its connection to the evil ghost of ex-President Gerald Ford.Ms. Abernathy was played by the very funny comedian Meghan Nyeste. Go to Meghan's Instagram @meghanmelaugh to find out when she's performing next! Affirmations is a real place too and does a lot of great stuff for the community. Thomas Luge was played by Alex Bozinovic. Check out Alex's other podcasts The Burt Selleck Podcast and Lunchpilled Podcast.Harry Hamilton Hamilton was played by Tim Den Otter.Lil Dickie was played by Mike Bobbitt. You can listen to his other podcast You Made Me Watch .Check out TRUTHCAST Youtube site for great Truthcast Bunkercast videos produced by Tim Den Otter, as well as animated shorts from the podcast produced by Mike Bobbitt. www.youtube.com/thetruthcastHere's the central hub for all your TRUTH needs: http://truheroism.com/Art by Mark Rudolph: http://markrudolph.com/This podcast uses the following third-party services for analysis: Chartable - https://chartable.com/privacyPodcorn - https://podcorn.com/privacy

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Apparently, some people didn't pay close enough attention in school. This is one Rotten man who I know was taught to everyone with a basic education. So, why am I seeing so much antisemitism? There are even those who believe that the Holocaust was fake! On this episode of Rotten to the Core, we will take a deep dive into the life and unforgivable crimes of Adolf Hitler. A man who NO ONE should be praising, let alone on social media and television. Join me, learn, share and for the love of the Universe. Don't listen to the mad ramblings of a failed shoe salesman from Chicago. Find us on all podcasting platforms https://link.chtbl.com/Rotten Support the show at Patreon.com/itsrottentothecore Visit us online at: https://www.itsrottentothecore.com

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If you think you are in the wrong place, you probably are.By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.Believing in yourself is not enough. You must impress that belief upon the Universe.(Monday)My pain was legendary. Fine, my pain was epic. Okay, my pain was really bad, only exacerbated by a busy weekend. Sunday had started out fine. The girls hadn’t minded being cooped up in my place for half of the day. We all worked out in the morning, which Nikita found odd. Then the young ladies explored a ‘man pad’, which was totally new.Loraine and Nikita developed a complex relationship. Nikita was martial enough, older and far more worldly. They conflicted over me - Loraine wouldn’t accept that she’d never conquer me and Nikita was stymied by the Amazon creed involving men. Europa bonded with Timothy in all kinds of odd ways including the exploration of the world of tattooing.Aya discovered a new favorite position. I had lain belly-down on the sofa while Nikita gave me a back rub. Right after she was done, Aya climbed on top of me, laid her stomach on my back and relaxed, soaking up my scent and warmth. Only when we got them home did Loraine whisper to me that she’d never seen Aya that calm and at peace for such a continuous amount of time.That warm fuzzy, along with Nikita being downright sympathetic and attentive for the rest of her stay rolled right into Timothy’s and my date Sunday night. That ended up in a 'bizarre unless you are me’ frolic late Sunday night. Timothy was a fun time for Nadia, Ulyssa’s older sister, then finished up their date by pretending to pass out back at their place.I’d seen Timothy drink steadily for four hours with barely a buzz. Still, that ended up with Ulyssa, Nadia and I in a three-way until one in the morning. That was when Timothy pretended to wake up and call out my name. The ladies and I wrapped up the sex session quickly and 'us’ guys departed because, ya know, we had work in a few hours.Timothy even changed my bandages again. I gave him a few bills to up our medical supplies. He took a few more from my wallet because he prophesied me being wounded would be a common occurrence. He followed that up by giving me a bear hug and a kiss on the cheek.“You are a lifesaver, Bro,” he sighed. “My break-up left me really down and you’ve restored my faith in life and love. Keep it up.” Then we both went to bed.I followed that up with an early wake-up call from Katrina telling me to show up thirty minutes early and report to the Medical Division. That led me to biking, one legged, through the city (Nikita and I had retrieved my bike Sunday afternoon) by dawn’s early light and reporting to the witchdoctors at Havenstone. Thus my legendary, epic, really bad pain.The Doctor at Doebridge had practiced traditional Amazon healing methods. The cute chick who escorted me into the Medical Division had actually heard we were in the 21st century. She sat me on a gurney in what passed for a modern Emergency Room and had me take off my pants. Then she asked me if I wanted pain-killers, or a local anesthetic.“No, I’m a man,” I bragged. I saw the bewilderment in her eyes. Was I saying 'no’, or was I claiming to be a weak, frail male? “It is too late for your people to be nice to me now,” I clarified. “You are monsters and I accept that, so let’s get this over with so we can get back to our jobs.”“What are you talking about?” she tried to be disarming. Could it be she wasn’t a full-blooded Amazon?#To ease my pain, show me your bountiful bosom# I said in Old Kingdom Hittite. The nice, young doctor blinked. She knew of the lingo, but not the speech itself.“No on the anesthetic,” I sighed. “Please work professionally and quickly so we may return to our duties, Doctor.”“Of course. I’ll be right back,” she nodded then headed off to 'get some supplies’ - in other words 'call Security’. They showed up lickety-split, doctor in tow. I recognized one from the Armory. To be polite, I let her know I recalled her.“Oh, it is the Kindergarten graduate,” I grinned. “Who is your lesbian playmate?”“Oh goodie,” Kindergarten snarled. “I get another crack at you.”“Wait,” the buddy cautioned her. “Shouldn’t we investigate the claim that he knows an unknown tongue?” She looked to me. “Well?”“The Doctor needs to leave the room,” I stated.“You don’t tell us what to do, male,” Kindy snapped.“Okay, how can you verify I speak your Mother Tongue without violating some protocol if she is still in the room?” I sounded bored. Home-schooled and not in a good way.“I say we beat it out of you,” Kindy kept being stupid. Come on, like she was going to stumble upon a conspiracy in her lowly position, armed with her limited intellect.“Bring it, Kitten,” I smirked. “It’s not like I’m going anywhere.” The two security types drew their Tasers. I reclined onto the gurney and folded my arms over my chest.“Sit up, damn you,” Kindy’s partner demanded.“Why? So when you stun me I fall to the floor? I think I’d rather flop around on the gurney, thank you,” I mused.Our conversation brought attention. A few women were starting to gather around when one pressed through. I didn’t know her, but she had some familiar features.“Cáel Nyilas, I am Traska Maza, Violet’s sister. Come to my side,” she ordered. Okay now, I didn’t HAVE to obey that. Once more, a nice lady was giving me an out and I took it.I swung slowly off the gurney and hobbled to her side.“Kneel,” and I knelt with a grimace. “Now what is your problem with our breeding male?” she added the last part in Amazon.“Wait,” I blurted out. “I’m no one’s breeding male yet!” In Amazon/Hittite. The crowd stirred.“True and you are making it a truly glorious hunt, but we will take you as our prize in the end, Male,” Traska smiled down at me while petting my hair while speaking in Amazon. Sex.“He speaks the…Tongue?” the Doctor stammered.“Of course he does,” Traska nodded. “Otherwise it would have been quite difficult for him to refuse Hayden breeding rights on Saturday.”“He refused Hayden,” Kindy gawked.“It is against corporate policy,” I explained. “Being a good boy is getting the crap kicked out of me as it is. Heaven help me if I actually broke a rule.” They chuckled - psycho bitches.“Cáel, rise,” so I struggled to my feet. “Go to the gurney and let the doctor tend to your battle scar,” Traska commanded. As I staggered back from whence I came, the term 'battle scar’ resonated to both me and the women.“This does not settle the crime of him speaking our language,” Kindy kept blathering.“Did it occur to you to contact Elsa, or Katrina, or even the office of Hayden to gather information on what was going on,” Traska sighed, “before racing to attack a wounded male in the middle of this vast structure we control? What was he going to do? Hobble over to a hurricane-proof window?”“Even if he managed to somehow break one, he would be throwing himself down four floors to the sidewalk below? Admittedly, if he did accomplish all that and escape, he would be a threat. I’d still want to breed with him for that would be one tough, determined male,” Traska chuckled. She walked off, the guards stood around uselessly and the doctor tended my wounds.I called Katrina, updating my situation, she called someone else, who probably called someone else, who called off the guards.“So, who do you think you will be breeding with?” the doctor hinted. Seriously, I could pick up a girl in a war zone. A lonely female doctor in an ER that only treats women wasn’t even a contest.“Actually, no one,” I winked. “I’m gay. I can’t get it up around women.” Recall, I had no pants on and my cockhead had a mind of its own, which didn’t bother me. What did bother me was its mind being more dominant than the one on top of my shoulders. The doctor patted my package. My cock was pleading 'we haven’t had sex in six hours - we are dying over here’. Lying bastard.“Oh really,” she teased.“This is not fair,” I groaned. “Your ass is so finely sculpted and tight,” I couldn’t see most of it because of her lab coat, but hey, “and your lips look like they could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.” Be careful with the last line. Make sure your target likes fellatio first.The Doctor pursed her lips and gave me a wink. Was I lining up another prospective Havenstone woman as part of some grand master plan? No. I’m an idiot with an out of control libido. I am always hitting on women. I can’t help it, thus my numerous scars and colorful stories.“I can, you know,” she purred. Golf ball - garden hose - feels so good.You know you are making an impact on the workplace when this happens: after leaving the doctor, I was taking the elevator up to my floor. The door opened and two women stepped in, suddenly disappointed.“Oh…you are already dressed,” Brielle sighed. Her companion was equally peeved.“Arrow wound,” I informed them. “I had to go to medical. They stripped me there.”“Damn it,” her companion snapped her fingers. “Maybe we should tag his itinerary?”“I think Katrina would frown on that,” Brielle shook her head.“Well, can you take off your clothes really quick?” the companion turned to me.The door opened on my floor.“Sorry. No. Gotta go to work. Have a nice day now,” I retreated to the safety of the office.I’m an idiot. On all the desks in the sizable office space housing the heart of Executive Services was a long box…from Nerf. Oh, Sweet God - Buffy was out to make me cry.How did I know it was Buffy? If Desiree wanted to know something about me, she’d slap me around until I answered. Buffy was far more insidious. She’d spy on me. To give her credit, I had a box as well. I too could get that wonderful feeling that Custer’s last trooper felt as the Sioux and Cheyenne closed in. Sure I could shoot back, but it wouldn’t do any good.Katrina had already unboxed her toy. It was loaded, resting on her desk. It was a six shooter.“Honestly Cáel, is your problem with my native tongue, an inability to tell time, or an unwillingness to follow common sense instructions?” Katrina gave me a warm, maternal look. She was referring to me engaging in strenuous activity in the first 48 hours after having been wounded.“After this afternoon I do not have any other dates planned so I can take it easy,” I promised.“As long as you understand that many of us are risking our lives to help you keep yours,” Katrina pointed out. “What did Elsa want Saturday night?” The look of shame on my face was probably what Katrina expected though not what she wanted to see. “Tell me,” she groaned.“Oh…okay…she kissed me once but I stopped her - against policy,” I started.“Yes?” Katrina muttered. She knew this was bad.“Oh…then I vigorously sucked and bit on her nipples while finger-fucking her anus and vagina until she orgasmed - hard,” I confessed. Katrina put her elbow in her desk, forearm uplifted then planted her forehead on her palm.“By the Goddesses, you could walk blindfolded through a minefield only to trip over a cricket,” Katrina mumbled. Katrina sensed my confusion.“Elsa’s and Rhada’s/Madi’s families are in a blood feud. They would kill you for looking amorously at the other,” she explained.“Whoops…I didn’t make either one like me,” I pleaded.“I believe you, Cáel,” Katrina looked up and smiled. “If I didn’t, I would have Desiree toss you down an elevator shaft - from the thirtieth floor.”“It wouldn’t work,” I grinned at her. “I’m part flying squirrel. I’ve got those little underarm flaps and everything.”“Patagium,” Katrina defined that bit of anatomy for me.“Stop being smarter than me,” I furrowed my brow. “It is unattractive in a female.” Wack - Nerf hit. Right then Daphne and Tigger walked in and took in the situation.“Can we all take shots at Cáel?” Daphne inquired. Oh hell no!“I’m actually recruiting a Rebel Alliance,” I offered.“What’s in it for us?” Tigger asked.“Dubious glory, improbable hope, an unfamiliar future and the unique experience of pitting your defiance into the Eye of the Abyss before the End,” I promised in Old Kingdom Hittite.“Does that kind of oratory work on males?” Daphne mused. Violet, Fabiola and Paula swept into Katrina’s office.“What is that?” Fabiola inquired.“I’m looking for the proper terminology to entice some ladies into a rebel faction,” I replied pleasantly.“What are we rebelling against?” Paula questioned as Dora hurried in.“Meeting,” Katrina interjected, calling us 'new hires’ to order. I was still doing a lousy job, even on my day off. Everyone else walked on water and was heralded by a chorus of Angels.“Katrina,” Violet stepped forward. “What is he doing wrong? With all his utter failings, I figured there would be a fire, wreck, or near fatality by now.”That was unlooked for.“Employee trainers have found his work to be substandard,” Katrina answered. “I agree with their reports. Is there anything else?” That meant the discussion was over. The rest received their daily assignments, leaving me alone with Katrina. I stood waiting.“Cáel, you are wounded. You are not going into the field,” she informed me. “You will be handling my office affairs and classifying work orders.” What did that mean? Katrina was not forthcoming. It was becoming obvious that I’d need the Long Island Medium to get me through the day.“And I liked this office too,” I muttered.“What was that, Cáel?” my boss inquired.“Don’t mind me. I’m only contemplating how I can possibly screw this up,” I shrugged. “I figure there is electrical wiring that could burst into flames, a sprinkler system spontaneously activating, and several thousand women who I don’t know, yet could seriously inconvenience.”“You have great instincts,” Katrina smiled. “I believe in you.” Helpful - that was not. Despite that, I managed to navigate the order process with some success. Promptly at 8:45, Katrina got up and left the office. Not to the bathroom - gone-gone. She left the door open. That way women in the office could come by and exchange fire with me.I nearly put a bolt into Trent Grant when he stopped by to see me. His knock saved his Nerf-free status.“Hello Kale,” he began.“Cáel,” I sighed. “Kale is a cabbage…anyway, as you were saying?”“Oh, I wanted to come by and see how you were doing after that…accident,” he said warily.“That was screwed up,” I grinned. “She was so worried that she might hit me that her fingers slipped. Trust me, she’ll never make that mistake again.”“I can’t believe you are not suing Havenstone over this,” Trent smiled back.“Over this?” I smirked. I stood up and walked around my desk, swallowing my pain and infirmity to put on a convincing act. “Trent, I’ve had a girlfriend do more damage over one long, hot night than this scratch.”“You are really okay?” he worried.“Trent, if someone had really tried to kill me, I would have gone to the cops and we wouldn’t be here having this chat,” I assured him. Trent took a deep breath, expelling his doubts with a comfortable lie.“So…what’s with all that?” he motioned to plethora of darts I had stacked up.I was being shot at far more often than I could return fire. In the minute Trent had been with me, three ladies had peeked in then withdrawn.“How about you, me and the fellas have after work drinks sometime?” I suggested. Trent almost got snooty then some long slumbering primal instincts kicked in. I was a survivor and he could sense it.“Sure. Tonight?” he offered.“I’m working on a hot Brazilian tonight,” I grinned. “Tomorrow?”“Brazilian? Oh, okay. Tomorrow then,” he nodded. “You should be careful about dating,” he added. “We think that is how Khalid screwed up and got transferred.”Those jackasses had known this for how long and not clued me in? Gee thanks guys.“What do you mean?” I appeared confused. “I’ve been getting 'trim’ left, right and sideways just not at work. I nailed four ladies this weekend alone - after being shot.”“Aaahhh…good then,” Trent grunted as if gut punched.“Besides, Khalid wasn’t transferred. He volunteered for an experimental top secret program involving social engineering - real cutting edge stuff,” I lied. “If we do the right thing, an opening might become available for the rest of us.” I am a bastard. “The Nerf guns are a team building exercise my personal favorite trainer implemented.”“You appear to be getting along well here,” Trent acknowledged. “I mentioned your name and several women looked at me funny then smiled and pointed you out.” Sigh.“Trent, you probably won’t heed my advice, but here it is anyway,” I said. “I know you were in a fraternity. Think of yourself as a pledge and every woman in your department as a senior brother and you’ll get by okay.”“Come on now,” Trent smiled smugly, “some of them don’t even have a formal education. They use this archaic apprenticeship system.”“Yeah, except you are only starting out in a system they’ve graduated from,” I gave it one last try. Trent nodded. He was right and I was a hick.I hoped he got along well with Khalid because he would probably be seeing him soon. Trent waved goodbye and I raced for Katrina’s desk - and Nerf gun. I made it back to my station before three ladies came at me. I got two of them, taking only one hit myself then it was back to work. Brian showed up thirty minutes later and Felix stopped by ten minutes after that.It was the same deal. I gave them the same lie, did my song and dance, gave them my warning they would ignore and finally raided Katrina’s bathroom for painkillers. She had this herbal crap which I downed like candy. At 12:10 Buffy arrived. She shot at me but I parried with my reading lamp and then shot back twice, hitting her once.“Why do you have two guns?” Buffy growled.“Cause I’m smarter than you,” I snarled back while desperately reloading. Daphne walked in with both a pistol and a large bag of Mexican take-out.“Die, you reprehensible Pig!” Buffy howled as she popped off two more bolts.Daphne shot Buffy in the side before Buffy finished. I was in love all over again. Buffy turned to put a dart into Daphne who raced around to my desk.“I guess this makes me a rebel,” Daphne laughed. She popped off two more shots.“Sure,” I chuckled. “Welcome aboard.” Buffy was on the edge of a volcanic eruption.“Cease-fire while we eat lunch?” I pleaded. Buffy mulled it over; the alternative being storming over to me and administering a pistol-whipping.“I hate you,” she seethed. She did lower her pistol and walk over to my desk.“I’ve missed you,” I responded. She didn’t buy it - yet.“How many whores did you screw his weekend?” Man, she was volatile.“None. I don’t pay for sex,” I sighed. “I still missed you,” I moaped. Buffy trembled with rage.“Cáel, be careful,” Daphne whispered. Buffy shot me - in the left thigh. I staggered, clamped my teeth down to stifle my scream and only Daphne’s efforts stopped me from keeling over.“Buffy!” Daphne snapped. “That was too much. Stop it.”“It is okay, Daphne,” I gasped. “I’ve made her angry.” Daphne didn’t get it, but I did. Buffy stomped straight into my space and gave that deep jaguar-like growl. “I liked the Nerf gun idea,” I added. “That was truly clever.” That got her. Buffy linked her fingers behind her back.“Thanks,” I whispered then leaned in and rained down little puffs of air all along her neck, ears and face. She especially liked me blowing on her lips. Her mouth opened and her tongue played along her lips as I was only millimeters away. Daphne leaned around me to see what I was doing to make Buffy moan so sensually the way she was.“We had better eat lunch”, I spoke softly into Buffy’s ear when I was done. “Do you forgive me?” Buffy’s eyes shown feverishly, yet with pleasure, not anger.“No. Keep working on it,” Buffy smirked then reached around for her plate of food.“I swear I will be nicer to you than Buffy is,” Daphne murmured.“Don’t get between me and my prey,” Buffy snarled…then she sneaked an arm around my waist and hugged me. Daphne pulled a seat around to share her meal at my station. Buffy sat in my lap. Not sexual harassment in the least. “So, are you staying away from other Havenstone women?” Buffy verbally ambushed me in mid-bite.“Would you please accept my word that this is not a discussion we want to have,” I groaned.“Who?” Buffy was back to angry.“Elsa,” Katrina announced as she strolled back into her office. “Don’t ask how, or why, Buffy. It wasn’t Cáel’s doing.” She was almost to her desk when she froze.Katrina’s body rotated around toward me before flickering to the ground where a lone dart lay.“Cáel, there is a dart lying at your feet,” she pointed out. Shit. Too God damn smart.“We’ll forgo me lying, you reminding me to trust you and go to my inevitable revelation that Buffy shot me in my wounded thigh,” I sighed.“Thank you,” Katrina nodded to me. “Buffy, you can’t do this to him. If you screw up again, I’ll send you to another department and forbid Cáel from having any further contact with you. Now tell me, what is wrong?”“I…I try to be with other men,” she nearly wept.“They can’t handle my aggression nor engage me mentally the way Cáel does,” she confessed painfully. “I want to own him so bad it hurts.”“Buffy, you are sitting in his lap,” Katrina coaxed. “Why don’t you try telling him how you feel? He clearly likes you.”“As poorly as you’ve treated him, I’m a bit surprised he hasn’t punched the crap out of you - off the clock, of course,” Katrina admonished her underling.“I’d kick his ass,” Buffy replied defiantly.“Tell that to Madi,” Katrina reminded her.“Very well,” Buffy nodded. Turning in my lap, she added, “Stop looking at other Havenstone women.”“No,” Katrina preempted me. “You will not punish him for things beyond his control, Buffy. There is only so much he can do to avoid the other ladies that doesn’t get him relocated.”“I still don’t like it,” Buffy muttered. “We should keep him in Executive Services and send people to harass all his outsider female contacts.” Katrina looked down and shook her head.“This job keeps getting tougher and tougher,” she commented. She was heading back to her desk which pretty much ended the conversation.After Buffy and Daphne had left, I mulled over a few things.“Can I bitch about something?” I asked Katrina. I wanted to ask about the other three men.“No,” she stated. That was that. The rest of the day was the normal office drudgery spiced up with a near-constant exchange of Nerf fire. Katrina never asked for her gun back and no one dared shoot her.At five o'clock, Katrina released me.“How did I do today?” I inquired.“Hmmm…let me see…you sent the VP of Banking - Australia’s Fiat to an address in the Netherlands,” she reviewed. “The address also appears to be underwater.”I had to think about that.“You are making that up,” I accused her. “I sent the damn thing to Melbourne and you know it.” Katrina gave a heartfelt laughed.“Do you know why you are the only male getting poor reviews?” she teased. I thought hard.“No clue,” I shrugged.“Because you are so bloody diligent,” Katrina grinned. “I know - some - of your history, Cáel. The more difficult the challenge, the harder you endeavor. The other guys are whiny babies. They don’t take criticism well.”“Now that we have that out of the way are you going to start giving me better reviews?” I hoped.“No,” Katrina chuckled. “Watching your face as you struggle to figure out what you did wrong really helps me start the day.”“Am I off the clock?” I asked. Katrina nodded. “Bitch.” Katrina laughed.I nearly walked into Violet on the way out.“Did you just call Katrina a bitch?” she whispered.“Give me a bad work review and I’ll call you something worse,” I glared.“Do you have any idea who she is?” Violet hissed.“I’ll give it a shot,” I shrugged. “Katrina is the head of the KGB.” I got an uncomprehending stare. “The Secret Police?” Violet thought that over. Fabiola and Tigger came up.“Yes, something like that except she has people killed,” Violet explained.“What are you talking about?” Tigger intruded.“Look up the KGB on Wiki, ladies,” I smirked. “It will clarify my understanding of the situation.”“Why are you so insolent?” Fabiola tugged on my arm to stop me from leaving.“For the same reason you think you are better than me,” I grinned. “It is in the blood. Actually, I don’t mean to be insolent. If I could walk away from this job, I would. Since I can’t, I feel it is only fair to make all of you suffer for it.”“If you hate us, why did you offer yourself up to Leona?” Fabiola persisted.“Because he cares,” Tigger spoke for me.“He’s weak,” Fabiola kept going.“Seriously,” Daphne caught me off-guard. “If he’s willing to commit so much to a child not his own, think how selflessly he’d safeguard his own.”“You don’t believe in fathers,” I regarded the 'new hire’ group.“Things change,” Violet smiled. In 76 days they were going to rip me to pieces. I burned through ten more minutes swapping stories about our day before we made it to the lobby. Yasmin Palhavã was early, so she got to meet the whole crew and they got to meet her.At this point a small leap of logic could have saved me a heap of pain. I could have asked. The girls could have realized I didn’t have a critical piece of information. The moment passed, I signed in Yasmin, my Brazilian MILF, and headed up to the corporate workout facility. The first hurdle - there was no men’s changing room.Yasmin decided it wasn’t a big deal. We changed in separate sections and joined up at the entrance to the gym. They also had an Olympic-sized pool - cool.“What happened to your leg?” she questioned. I had been wearing pants and was now in shorts.“It was an archery accident,” I supplied a plausible answer. Her nod signified she didn’t believe me and would bring this up later. I get wounded a lot.I was about to swipe my ID at the gym door when it opened and a woman walked into us.“What?” she gasp in Old Kingdom Hittite.“My pardon,” I replied in the same language. “It was not our intent to impede your progress.” She gave us a curious look as I caught the door and held it for Yasmin to enter.“What lang…” Yasmin got out before the expanse of the exercise facility stole her breath away. See, in normal companies, only a tiny fraction of the workforce uses the in-house gyms. At Havenstone, if a woman wasn’t working out on a daily basis, the assumption was that she’d died at her post. Whatever Yasmin said next had to have been in Portuguese.“What was that?” I inquired.“Oh, I said this was place is bigger than the village I was born in,” she translated. A small village - maybe a hamlet perhaps. Fortunately, we beat the evening rush so there weren’t too many women there yet.We got some looks from the ladies there. Yasmin didn’t notice and I was busy working machines in tandem to her. I had made a good impression with her. She barely concealed her enthusiasm and I got the impression her most current workouts were calisthenics in her home. An hour later, we were feeling the burn, Yasmin clued me in that she had a babysitter until nine, and the place was crowding up.Yasmin had been shooting glances at the sparring area for some time. Like me, she practiced Brazilian jujutsu. She felt she was growing rusty so we grabbed a corner - really an 8x8 meter area. Since the southwestern space was already taken, we grabbed the northeastern spot. Despite my bum leg, Yasmin and I were having tons of fun. Then shit happened.“What style is that?” one of the now-substantial crowd of women spectators asked Yasmin - in Old Kingdom Hittite. Before I could translate, Yasmin spoke.“Excuse me? What was that?” Yasmin responded in English. Every other woman began muttering - in Old Kingdom Hittite. Oh God, I had fucked up somehow.“I think we should be going,” I urged Yasmin.“Come on now,” she beamed at me. “This is the most fun I’ve had in a long time.” Seeing my reticence, “Five minutes, please?” I took a deep breath and nodded - I am an idiot. I was looking at that sweaty body, wonderful bust line, and excellent hips and speculating how nice those legs would feel wrapped around my waist instead of listening to my 'Spidey senses’.Five more minutes and I would have Yasmin barking like a dog before the Sun set. That I might die in the next five minutes was not something my cock was taking into account. Ten seconds later and all my concentration was eaten up simply stopping Yasmin from grappling with me. Even with her refusal to take advantage of my left leg’s weakness, she finally got me down on the mat.Her victorious smile terminated in an instant. Yasmin rolled us over as a foot stomped down in the place we had just vacated. We both sprang up, facing off against an Amazon I wasn’t familiar with.“Take your bitch and leave, you mongrel,” the woman spat in Old Kingdom Hittite.“What the hell did she say?” Yasmin seethed. The woman smirked, turned and started walking back to the portion of sparring mat she’d come from. I gave her all the consideration she’d have given me - I blindsided her. My fist caught her between the shoulder blades. I followed her down, striking again and again, rapid-fire.The other Amazon’s started to surge forward, but I wasn’t done yet. I grabbed my attacker by the shoulder and crotch, heaved her over my head and tossed her at her sparring partner.“Apology not accepted,” I growled out my contempt in Old Kingdom Hittite.Yasmin’s outrage at my seemingly unwarranted attack, “Cáel!” was overcome by the sensation of the room closing in on us.Several women grabbed her. No one taunted, or threatened me. I was a male in their world and I’d put a boot up one of theirs ass.“Cáel?” Yasmin called to me, now concerned.“Woman, shut up!” one of the senior looking women snapped in Old Kingdom Hittite.“Yasmin, keep quiet and ask for Katrina,” I grinned. “I’m afraid I’ll have to truncate our date. Putting all these bitches in their place is going to take a while.” It wasn’t like they were going to beat me to death any harder. Yasmin started thrashing about, cursing and stomping on feet.“Stop it,” I insisted. “They will seriously hurt you.”“I’m not going to let you fight all alone,” she kept trying to break free. I had to keep backing away from her in order to delay me being totally surrounded. Two Amazons slammed Yasmin face first into the mat.“Oh boy,” I muttered. “This is going to be a tad harsher than Rhada and Madi.”“Wait,” one of them called out. “You are that male?” Old Kingdom Hittite.“I request a clarification of that question,” I replied. Old Kingdom Hittite.One turned to another.“I can’t believe we missed this. The male speaks our tongue. It can only be Cáel Nyilas,” she said. Old Kingdom Hittite.“Does this mean you are not going to beat me into the earth?” I hoped. Old Kingdom Hittite.“No. You launched an unprovoked attack against one of ours. You need to be severely disciplined,” one said. The group nodded their acceptance of the verdict. “Due to your bravery Saturday, if you kneel your punishment will be swift.” Old Kingdom Hittite.Poor Yasmin. She had no clue what was going on around her.“Thank you for your generous offer. I do appreciate it, but I would rather inflict as much harm upon as many of you as possible instead,” I smiled. “I only humble my body before the Worthy.” Yes, I had insulted them - roughly 250 and counting.“You are acting above your station,” a familiar voice called out from the back of the pack. Normally, if a man gives a woman an orgasm, she recalls you fondly. In my case, plenty of women whose worlds I’d rocked had tried to kill me afterwards. Elsa’s appearance did not signify the arrival of my salvation.The other women parted and Elsa stepped forward.“Cáel, I am not going to kill you, or even hurt you badly. I am going to curb your arrogance and remind you of your place in things. Fear not, this will be over quickly,” Elsa sounded pleasant.“I’ll remain scared, thank you very much,” I shrugged. At least we were speaking in English now.“Spear,” Elsa demanded. Amazons don’t play fair. I was hardly surprised.“Klondike Bar,” I demanded as well. No tasty treat appeared while Elsa got her weapon. Elsa gave me a quizzical look.“I’ve got a Zen for some ice cold sugar,” I explained. That earned me a few chuckles.“Don’t hurt his reproductive organ,” someone shouted in Old Kingdom Hittite.“Cáel, if you can give up, please do. I think that woman wants to kill you,” Yasmin pleaded. Elsa wanted some spearing to go on just not the way Yasmin feared.“You need to stop picking up whatever gutter trash presents itself,” Elsa taunted me.“She is a guardian of the young, a single mother and a stranger to this country, Elsa,” I stated evenly. “She is my friend and a guest. Let her leave in peace.”“No more jests?” Elsa chuckled. “Have I made you angry?”“Angry?” I sneered. “No, angry would be me finding out you stuff Kleenex in your bra.”“I’m not going to insult your loyalty, prestige, or courage because you’ve exhibited all three to me already,” I told her. “My warning remains the same: don’t let your pride blind you.”“Fair enough,” she nodded. “Let’s begin.” She thrust forward with her spear. It was an opening move, not an attempt to skewer me.“Damn it, you cowards,” Yasmin snarled. “Give him a weapon.” No one did. They didn’t care for an outsider’s opinion of their bravery. I fought as best I could with my natural talents. Boxing allowed me to take a beating, especially someone in my weight class. Jujutsu helped me fight prone as well as quickly getting back on my feet.Elsa beat me black and blue. Come on, she had a spear and I had my fists and a wounded leg. The gathering seemed amazed at the drubbing I was soaking up. I really got their attention the third time Elsa relented so that I could stand back up for another dose of pain. She swung the spear around to hit my wound again. I hit the midpoint of the shaft so hard, it shattered.I tried to follow that up with a punch to the face. Elsa flowed past the blow and landed several punishing jabs to my ribs, knocking me down. This time she put me in a choke hold.“Give up,” she commanded.“Never surrender,” I rasped then the world went dark.(Picking up the Pieces)I was vaguely aware of a prick to my left leg and the sheer agony of my thigh began to immediately go numb.“You’ve ripped out half his damn staples,” a female voice chastised someone else.“He refused to yield,” Elsa stated. All of that had been Old Kingdom Hittite. I moaned.“Cáel, how do you feel?” Elsa mocked me.“Had enough?” I mumbled. “If so, whose ass do I have to kick next?”“Male, Elsa demolished you,” an Amazon gloated.“With a spear,” Yasmin countered. Good, she was still close. “Hand to hand, he would have won even with his bad leg.”That brought forth snorts of derision all around. Oh well.“How is that first girl I fought doing? Is she okay?” I was putting my thoughts together.“I’m right here,” she grabbed my jaw and yanked it her way. Then it dawned on me I was lying on my back, on the mat, with multiple ladies kneeling around me.Yasmin was there, along with Elsa, a medic of some kind, and first chick I’d fought with.“Is this circumstance between us at an end?” I inquired of her in Old Kingdom Hittite.“Your insolence remains unbroken, dog,” she seethed. Old Kingdom Hittite.“What I did does not matter,” I sighed. “You attacked a guest of an Executive Services personnel and would not apologize, now or then. You and I are not done.”The woman hauled back her fist to hit me. A shot rang out.“I said 'make way’ damn you,” Desiree shouted out from the far side of the crowd. Old Kingdom Hittite.“Watch your…” a woman snapped. Old Kingdom Hittite. BANG! Screaming in pain. BANG! A different scream. “I swear by all the Goddesses and Ancestors, I have six shots left and they will all be aimed to kill!” Desiree yelled. Old Kingdom Hittite.Multiple women headed for the weapon racks. Amazons couldn’t be accused of cowardice. They did part enough to let Desiree make it to my side next to Elsa.“Idiot, how have you fucked up this time?” Desiree glared down at me, so I told her. She looked to the first woman I had fought. “Is this how it happened?” this time on Old Kingdom Hittite.“He was in the Pure-blood facility,” she answered. I had figured that out already, just too late to do any good. Old Kingdom Hittite.“And in your brilliance, you decided that he was purposely picking a fight with you and the over 300 other Amazons here as opposed to him having made an honest mistake…” Desiree let that last bit hang out there. Old Kingdom Hittite.“He was in here, no matter what the reason,” my assailant persisted. “Even Katrina can’t save him from this - or you for attacking other full-bloods.” Old Kingdom Hittite. Desiree smirked.“I am not here under the orders of Katrina, Sabia,” Desiree finally identified my attacker. “I am here under the orders of Hayden, who has plans to breed with this male.” Old Kingdom Hittite.“Your willingness to deny her this pleasure will be noted,” Desiree smirked. “Cáel, did it ever occur to you that there would be separate gyms for the different status groups?” she looked back to me. At this point, Elsa motioned for two members of the security detail to take Yasmin away. All that followed was in Old Kingdom Hittite, the language of the Amazons.“Initially no. I figured it out right before the shit hit the fan. Not being a bigot, I didn’t take into account the bigotry of others,” I sighed. I wasn’t working on a fan base directly. I had to walk that fine line between 'highly spirited male’ and 'blasphemous intruder’.“They are not bigots,” Desiree interrupted the dark mutterings. “They are the Master Race.”“His insolence is infecting you,” Elsa said as she stood.“That is insulting,” Desiree mocked. “He inspires me. This is no disease. He is a living example of defiance against all odds. In case any of you missed it that was our genesis as a people.”“He shames me by showing with his own wit and blood that I should only give respect to those who show it to me and I should bow to no other. You had best earn his respect because he will not subject himself to your undeserved pride, numbers be damned,” Desiree declared.“He angers me with his jokes and cutting commentary. He also angers me for pointing out the sickness in our own ranks. You have become more prideful than competent. His greatest joke is not that he will die for his beliefs, it is that he risks so much out of compassion for us. He will not let our poisoned lineage limp on a few more decades if he cannot aid in our salvation.”'We don’t need you, this male, or any of your thoughts, half-blood,’ was the general mood of the room.“Revel in your superiority while being restricted to breeding with inferior males,” Desiree chuckled. “Again, your condescension is ridiculously absurd.”“I will breed with Cáel and have many fine daughters. You, who can still breed,” Desiree rubbed it in, “will have daughters who are even less than you. I’m sure my granddaughters will be suitably impressed with your prestige when they read about it in the scrolls.”“We cannot kill you for your abuse, but we can certainly mark you for the offenses,” Elsa smirked.“Cáel, to my side,” Desiree snapped. I struggled to stand. The medic tried to stop me.“You will tear your staples if you exert yourself,” the medic told me.“While my heart still beats, I must answer my Sister’s call to battle,” I explained to the woman. She let me struggle to my feet. I did my best to not topple into either Desiree or Elsa.“He is so wrecked he can barely stand,” one woman joked to another. In a flash, Desiree shot the speaker in the thigh, causing her to scream out and tumble to the ground.“By all means, jump up and attack me,” Desiree mocked her. “It took the male seven seconds to regain his feet. I am sure we all await your superior effort.”The woman did stand back up, shrugging off assistance as she did. I doubt she was faster than me though.“That’s nice,” Desiree continued. “You are a pure-blood. You look to be fit and excellently built. You and Cáel both have a wounded left leg. He has had the ever-living crap beaten out of him, so feel free to attack him when you are ready.”The woman looked to me then back to Desiree.“What? I need medical attention,” the woman protested.“Fine. Cáel, attack Blythe (the wounded woman),” Desiree directed.“Why?” I grunted.“Because I told you to,” Desiree chuckled. We’d been down this road before.“Ah - she’s wounded and not attacking either of us,” I reason, “so I’ll have to decline.”“There you have it, Morons,” Desiree shouted. “Had you told Cáel he was doing something wrong, he would have apologized and left.”“Had you told him to sit down and wait for a superior to show up, he would have,” Desiree continued. “But no, you had to attack him. When he had the temerity to defend himself, you closed in like a pack of jackals and let him get battered into unconsciousness. You were so eager to stomp on a male outside the public view none of you took a moment to think.”“This isn’t over between you and me,” Elsa glared at Desiree. A whispered ripple moved through the crowd. Amazons moved aside, opening a large lane from the door to us. Two bodyguards led the way. Desiree quickly pulled out her gun’s clip, chambered out the last round and placed her pistol on the mat. All around weapons were put down, not dropped.Hayden came forward flanked by another bodyguard and a female attendant.“Cáel, to my side,” she commanded evenly. I weaved to her right side. “Kneel.” I nearly face-planted I was so overwhelmed by pain.“Tegan, please tell me what is going on,” Hayden addressed the most senior member present.The woman stepped forward and gave her own, skewed, version of events.“I have already misused too much time on this male’s behalf,” Hayden mused. “My only conclusion drawn from all these issues is that I am the Spiritual Leader of a bunch of prejudiced, arrogant, conceited cunts,” she finished angrily.“Please explain to me how one male barely a month out of a rural, tiny college in the middle of nowhere has bewildered so many of my women?” Hayden scanned the room.“He attacked me,” Sabia complained.“Maybe that will teach you to not attack an opponent who has eighteen centimeters and thirty kilograms on you,” Hayden sighed.“Especially, by your own admission, you knew he and another woman were practicing an intricate martial art you were unfamiliar with,” Hayden appeared strict and maternal. “Don’t give me 'he was a male’ either. All complaints concerning the 'New Directive’ are to be directed to Katrina, Tessa, or myself.”“We are not a pack of hyenas who lash out wildly, without consideration for our laws,” she declared.“We must defend ourselves,” Tegan insisted.“Yes,” Hayden nodded. “I agree. Your point would be?”“He attacked Sabia,” Tegan pointed out.“I am well aware of that,” Hayden related patiently. “Sabia launched an unprovoked attacked, refused to explain herself and didn’t take the presence of a guest into account. What would you have done in the same situation?”“He is a man,” Tegan stated.“He is a man. He is also a Havenstone employee, a servant of Katrina and a part of a program I have initiated,” Hayden kept at it. “What do you suggest? I instruct the males to stand patiently while you slit their throats? We would rapidly run out of men to recruit.”“In case you have forgotten the discussion that leads to our extinction,” Hayden grew chilly. “By all means throw yourself off the top of the building. Do not expect me to do the same, or welcome your attempt to murder my offspring with your intransigent. Cáel, how many days is it now?” she teased me.“76 Hayden,” I responded, “though I still plan to spend that first night with Buffy.”“Still more afraid of her than me?” Hayden openly joked with me. Cold-ass woman.“I’m starting to think she’s gene-spliced with a lady-jaguar,” I confessed. “Not only does she make these spooky growling noises, she perches over doors I frequently use.”There was a hush over the room.“Oh Goddess, Sisters,” Hayden groaned. “Its levity. He is not being serious - you know, being playful and amusing to lessen the stress of a situation. Cáel, stop trying to get yourself killed. Many of these women could greatly benefit some time with you.”“With, or without weapons?” I looked up. Hayden swatted my hair.“Bad!” Hayden waggled a finger in my face. “Bad Male! Bad!” She look to the stunned/amused assembly. “This is really all it takes.”“He called us unworthy,” another Amazon spoke up.“And his opinion of you would matter - why?” Hayden looked at the woman.“He said he would only bow before the Worthy,” another woman persisted. Hayden groaned.“You really are a problem,” Hayden looked at me with frightening compassion.“I apologize,” I said obsequiously.“If you want Cáel to kneel, call Katrina and convince her to make you Cáel’s boss. Then he will kneel, follow, leap in front of bullets, punch your enemies, play with your children, or get your lunch. It is what he does and he’s done all that before and more. If you want to make him jump, take ten minutes out of your busy lives and use a phone,” Hayden scanned the room.“Can I return to my dinner, or is there another bout of insanity that I need to deal with?” Hayden pleasantly menaced the room.“Ummm, Hayden,” I asked softly, “are medical people coming for the three women who were shot.” I got a pat on the head.“Yes they are. It was very much 'you’ to ask. Now stop stressing your wounded leg,” she smiled. “From what I understand you have slept with three different women in the past 48 hours, plus roughhousing with three children for half a day. For a man who has been wounded as much as you have, I would think you would have more common sense where recovery was concerned.”“I’ll endeavor to be less of a problem…for what’s that worth,” I grinned. Another swat on the head. Hayden made a brief goodbye to the group then left the room. The looks I was getting told volumes. They hadn’t forgiven me for deciding to fight back. That was too much to ask. What I was getting was embarrassment. They had acted stupidly and knew it.They had been in such a rush to reassert their superiority they had forgotten to engage their brains. In hindsight, what was I going to do? Fight them all? Make a break for it? Had they calmly exerted their authority, I would have acquiesced. I would have clearly embraced that option. Once they enjoined violence, they had backed me into a corner.At that point, they couldn’t win. They didn’t have the time to break me and no amount of damage I sustained would change the equation. I knew I was going to get beaten so there was no incentive for me to do anything but fight. I had fought Rhada and Madi after all. Best of all, their irrational actions had been highlighted by their highest official.There were a few 'he should have submitted’. Those speakers weren’t convincing anyone, even themselves. Their tame males would have bowed down. Hell, they wouldn’t have been in this position in the first place. With pain and blood, I was starting to make inroads. Amazons didn’t have a version of the French Foreign Legion at Camarón, or the 300 Spartans at Thermopylae.Sacrifice was occasionally necessary, but not celebrated. This was not to say giving your life for another wasn’t appreciated. It was, yet the emphasis was on killing your enemy before such a deed was inevitable. Vastly outnumbered throughout their history, the lessons they drilled into the next generation was one of killing your enemy swiftly.Going toe to toe with your foes was a luxury they could not afford. Numbers and ill-fortune could be calamitous. The Amazons in the gym saw nothing wrong with the Elsa having a spear while I had nothing. In the same way, they had no problem with 'how’ I attacked Sabia, only that I had attacked her at all.It had been foolish of Sabia to turn her back on me, not knowing who I was. Had they been in my position, they would have hit her from behind too. What they did value was loyalty, martial valor and respect. Betraying a fellow Amazon was probably a horrific crime to them. Personal grievances were most likely dealt with internally with the declaration of a blood feud.Martial valor - well, duh. They were Amazons. I was willing to bet every one of the new male recruits had some sort of combative ability. Tessa and Katrina would not want to dump neophytes into this cauldron without some sort of defensive training. Their system of respect was an elaborate structure I had barely pierced.Prestige/blood purity was important, yet clearly competence counted as well. Hayden, Katrina and Tessa were all scary-smart. The last two were pretty young for their critical

If you think you are in the wrong place, you probably are.By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.Believing in yourself is not enough. You must impress that belief upon the Universe.(Monday)My pain was legendary. Fine, my pain was epic. Okay, my pain was really bad, only exacerbated by a busy weekend. Sunday had started out fine. The girls hadn’t minded being cooped up in my place for half of the day. We all worked out in the morning, which Nikita found odd. Then the young ladies explored a ‘man pad’, which was totally new.Loraine and Nikita developed a complex relationship. Nikita was martial enough, older and far more worldly. They conflicted over me - Loraine wouldn’t accept that she’d never conquer me and Nikita was stymied by the Amazon creed involving men. Europa bonded with Timothy in all kinds of odd ways including the exploration of the world of tattooing.Aya discovered a new favorite position. I had lain belly-down on the sofa while Nikita gave me a back rub. Right after she was done, Aya climbed on top of me, laid her stomach on my back and relaxed, soaking up my scent and warmth. Only when we got them home did Loraine whisper to me that she’d never seen Aya that calm and at peace for such a continuous amount of time.That warm fuzzy, along with Nikita being downright sympathetic and attentive for the rest of her stay rolled right into Timothy’s and my date Sunday night. That ended up in a 'bizarre unless you are me’ frolic late Sunday night. Timothy was a fun time for Nadia, Ulyssa’s older sister, then finished up their date by pretending to pass out back at their place.I’d seen Timothy drink steadily for four hours with barely a buzz. Still, that ended up with Ulyssa, Nadia and I in a three-way until one in the morning. That was when Timothy pretended to wake up and call out my name. The ladies and I wrapped up the sex session quickly and 'us’ guys departed because, ya know, we had work in a few hours.Timothy even changed my bandages again. I gave him a few bills to up our medical supplies. He took a few more from my wallet because he prophesied me being wounded would be a common occurrence. He followed that up by giving me a bear hug and a kiss on the cheek.“You are a lifesaver, Bro,” he sighed. “My break-up left me really down and you’ve restored my faith in life and love. Keep it up.” Then we both went to bed.I followed that up with an early wake-up call from Katrina telling me to show up thirty minutes early and report to the Medical Division. That led me to biking, one legged, through the city (Nikita and I had retrieved my bike Sunday afternoon) by dawn’s early light and reporting to the witchdoctors at Havenstone. Thus my legendary, epic, really bad pain.The Doctor at Doebridge had practiced traditional Amazon healing methods. The cute chick who escorted me into the Medical Division had actually heard we were in the 21st century. She sat me on a gurney in what passed for a modern Emergency Room and had me take off my pants. Then she asked me if I wanted pain-killers, or a local anesthetic.“No, I’m a man,” I bragged. I saw the bewilderment in her eyes. Was I saying 'no’, or was I claiming to be a weak, frail male? “It is too late for your people to be nice to me now,” I clarified. “You are monsters and I accept that, so let’s get this over with so we can get back to our jobs.”“What are you talking about?” she tried to be disarming. Could it be she wasn’t a full-blooded Amazon?#To ease my pain, show me your bountiful bosom# I said in Old Kingdom Hittite. The nice, young doctor blinked. She knew of the lingo, but not the speech itself.“No on the anesthetic,” I sighed. “Please work professionally and quickly so we may return to our duties, Doctor.”“Of course. I’ll be right back,” she nodded then headed off to 'get some supplies’ - in other words 'call Security’. They showed up lickety-split, doctor in tow. I recognized one from the Armory. To be polite, I let her know I recalled her.“Oh, it is the Kindergarten graduate,” I grinned. “Who is your lesbian playmate?”“Oh goodie,” Kindergarten snarled. “I get another crack at you.”“Wait,” the buddy cautioned her. “Shouldn’t we investigate the claim that he knows an unknown tongue?” She looked to me. “Well?”“The Doctor needs to leave the room,” I stated.“You don’t tell us what to do, male,” Kindy snapped.“Okay, how can you verify I speak your Mother Tongue without violating some protocol if she is still in the room?” I sounded bored. Home-schooled and not in a good way.“I say we beat it out of you,” Kindy kept being stupid. Come on, like she was going to stumble upon a conspiracy in her lowly position, armed with her limited intellect.“Bring it, Kitten,” I smirked. “It’s not like I’m going anywhere.” The two security types drew their Tasers. I reclined onto the gurney and folded my arms over my chest.“Sit up, damn you,” Kindy’s partner demanded.“Why? So when you stun me I fall to the floor? I think I’d rather flop around on the gurney, thank you,” I mused.Our conversation brought attention. A few women were starting to gather around when one pressed through. I didn’t know her, but she had some familiar features.“Cáel Nyilas, I am Traska Maza, Violet’s sister. Come to my side,” she ordered. Okay now, I didn’t HAVE to obey that. Once more, a nice lady was giving me an out and I took it.I swung slowly off the gurney and hobbled to her side.“Kneel,” and I knelt with a grimace. “Now what is your problem with our breeding male?” she added the last part in Amazon.“Wait,” I blurted out. “I’m no one’s breeding male yet!” In Amazon/Hittite. The crowd stirred.“True and you are making it a truly glorious hunt, but we will take you as our prize in the end, Male,” Traska smiled down at me while petting my hair while speaking in Amazon. Sex.“He speaks the…Tongue?” the Doctor stammered.“Of course he does,” Traska nodded. “Otherwise it would have been quite difficult for him to refuse Hayden breeding rights on Saturday.”“He refused Hayden,” Kindy gawked.“It is against corporate policy,” I explained. “Being a good boy is getting the crap kicked out of me as it is. Heaven help me if I actually broke a rule.” They chuckled - psycho bitches.“Cáel, rise,” so I struggled to my feet. “Go to the gurney and let the doctor tend to your battle scar,” Traska commanded. As I staggered back from whence I came, the term 'battle scar’ resonated to both me and the women.“This does not settle the crime of him speaking our language,” Kindy kept blathering.“Did it occur to you to contact Elsa, or Katrina, or even the office of Hayden to gather information on what was going on,” Traska sighed, “before racing to attack a wounded male in the middle of this vast structure we control? What was he going to do? Hobble over to a hurricane-proof window?”“Even if he managed to somehow break one, he would be throwing himself down four floors to the sidewalk below? Admittedly, if he did accomplish all that and escape, he would be a threat. I’d still want to breed with him for that would be one tough, determined male,” Traska chuckled. She walked off, the guards stood around uselessly and the doctor tended my wounds.I called Katrina, updating my situation, she called someone else, who probably called someone else, who called off the guards.“So, who do you think you will be breeding with?” the doctor hinted. Seriously, I could pick up a girl in a war zone. A lonely female doctor in an ER that only treats women wasn’t even a contest.“Actually, no one,” I winked. “I’m gay. I can’t get it up around women.” Recall, I had no pants on and my cockhead had a mind of its own, which didn’t bother me. What did bother me was its mind being more dominant than the one on top of my shoulders. The doctor patted my package. My cock was pleading 'we haven’t had sex in six hours - we are dying over here’. Lying bastard.“Oh really,” she teased.“This is not fair,” I groaned. “Your ass is so finely sculpted and tight,” I couldn’t see most of it because of her lab coat, but hey, “and your lips look like they could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.” Be careful with the last line. Make sure your target likes fellatio first.The Doctor pursed her lips and gave me a wink. Was I lining up another prospective Havenstone woman as part of some grand master plan? No. I’m an idiot with an out of control libido. I am always hitting on women. I can’t help it, thus my numerous scars and colorful stories.“I can, you know,” she purred. Golf ball - garden hose - feels so good.You know you are making an impact on the workplace when this happens: after leaving the doctor, I was taking the elevator up to my floor. The door opened and two women stepped in, suddenly disappointed.“Oh…you are already dressed,” Brielle sighed. Her companion was equally peeved.“Arrow wound,” I informed them. “I had to go to medical. They stripped me there.”“Damn it,” her companion snapped her fingers. “Maybe we should tag his itinerary?”“I think Katrina would frown on that,” Brielle shook her head.“Well, can you take off your clothes really quick?” the companion turned to me.The door opened on my floor.“Sorry. No. Gotta go to work. Have a nice day now,” I retreated to the safety of the office.I’m an idiot. On all the desks in the sizable office space housing the heart of Executive Services was a long box…from Nerf. Oh, Sweet God - Buffy was out to make me cry.How did I know it was Buffy? If Desiree wanted to know something about me, she’d slap me around until I answered. Buffy was far more insidious. She’d spy on me. To give her credit, I had a box as well. I too could get that wonderful feeling that Custer’s last trooper felt as the Sioux and Cheyenne closed in. Sure I could shoot back, but it wouldn’t do any good.Katrina had already unboxed her toy. It was loaded, resting on her desk. It was a six shooter.“Honestly Cáel, is your problem with my native tongue, an inability to tell time, or an unwillingness to follow common sense instructions?” Katrina gave me a warm, maternal look. She was referring to me engaging in strenuous activity in the first 48 hours after having been wounded.“After this afternoon I do not have any other dates planned so I can take it easy,” I promised.“As long as you understand that many of us are risking our lives to help you keep yours,” Katrina pointed out. “What did Elsa want Saturday night?” The look of shame on my face was probably what Katrina expected though not what she wanted to see. “Tell me,” she groaned.“Oh…okay…she kissed me once but I stopped her - against policy,” I started.“Yes?” Katrina muttered. She knew this was bad.“Oh…then I vigorously sucked and bit on her nipples while finger-fucking her anus and vagina until she orgasmed - hard,” I confessed. Katrina put her elbow in her desk, forearm uplifted then planted her forehead on her palm.“By the Goddesses, you could walk blindfolded through a minefield only to trip over a cricket,” Katrina mumbled. Katrina sensed my confusion.“Elsa’s and Rhada’s/Madi’s families are in a blood feud. They would kill you for looking amorously at the other,” she explained.“Whoops…I didn’t make either one like me,” I pleaded.“I believe you, Cáel,” Katrina looked up and smiled. “If I didn’t, I would have Desiree toss you down an elevator shaft - from the thirtieth floor.”“It wouldn’t work,” I grinned at her. “I’m part flying squirrel. I’ve got those little underarm flaps and everything.”“Patagium,” Katrina defined that bit of anatomy for me.“Stop being smarter than me,” I furrowed my brow. “It is unattractive in a female.” Wack - Nerf hit. Right then Daphne and Tigger walked in and took in the situation.“Can we all take shots at Cáel?” Daphne inquired. Oh hell no!“I’m actually recruiting a Rebel Alliance,” I offered.“What’s in it for us?” Tigger asked.“Dubious glory, improbable hope, an unfamiliar future and the unique experience of pitting your defiance into the Eye of the Abyss before the End,” I promised in Old Kingdom Hittite.“Does that kind of oratory work on males?” Daphne mused. Violet, Fabiola and Paula swept into Katrina’s office.“What is that?” Fabiola inquired.“I’m looking for the proper terminology to entice some ladies into a rebel faction,” I replied pleasantly.“What are we rebelling against?” Paula questioned as Dora hurried in.“Meeting,” Katrina interjected, calling us 'new hires’ to order. I was still doing a lousy job, even on my day off. Everyone else walked on water and was heralded by a chorus of Angels.“Katrina,” Violet stepped forward. “What is he doing wrong? With all his utter failings, I figured there would be a fire, wreck, or near fatality by now.”That was unlooked for.“Employee trainers have found his work to be substandard,” Katrina answered. “I agree with their reports. Is there anything else?” That meant the discussion was over. The rest received their daily assignments, leaving me alone with Katrina. I stood waiting.“Cáel, you are wounded. You are not going into the field,” she informed me. “You will be handling my office affairs and classifying work orders.” What did that mean? Katrina was not forthcoming. It was becoming obvious that I’d need the Long Island Medium to get me through the day.“And I liked this office too,” I muttered.“What was that, Cáel?” my boss inquired.“Don’t mind me. I’m only contemplating how I can possibly screw this up,” I shrugged. “I figure there is electrical wiring that could burst into flames, a sprinkler system spontaneously activating, and several thousand women who I don’t know, yet could seriously inconvenience.”“You have great instincts,” Katrina smiled. “I believe in you.” Helpful - that was not. Despite that, I managed to navigate the order process with some success. Promptly at 8:45, Katrina got up and left the office. Not to the bathroom - gone-gone. She left the door open. That way women in the office could come by and exchange fire with me.I nearly put a bolt into Trent Grant when he stopped by to see me. His knock saved his Nerf-free status.“Hello Kale,” he began.“Cáel,” I sighed. “Kale is a cabbage…anyway, as you were saying?”“Oh, I wanted to come by and see how you were doing after that…accident,” he said warily.“That was screwed up,” I grinned. “She was so worried that she might hit me that her fingers slipped. Trust me, she’ll never make that mistake again.”“I can’t believe you are not suing Havenstone over this,” Trent smiled back.“Over this?” I smirked. I stood up and walked around my desk, swallowing my pain and infirmity to put on a convincing act. “Trent, I’ve had a girlfriend do more damage over one long, hot night than this scratch.”“You are really okay?” he worried.“Trent, if someone had really tried to kill me, I would have gone to the cops and we wouldn’t be here having this chat,” I assured him. Trent took a deep breath, expelling his doubts with a comfortable lie.“So…what’s with all that?” he motioned to plethora of darts I had stacked up.I was being shot at far more often than I could return fire. In the minute Trent had been with me, three ladies had peeked in then withdrawn.“How about you, me and the fellas have after work drinks sometime?” I suggested. Trent almost got snooty then some long slumbering primal instincts kicked in. I was a survivor and he could sense it.“Sure. Tonight?” he offered.“I’m working on a hot Brazilian tonight,” I grinned. “Tomorrow?”“Brazilian? Oh, okay. Tomorrow then,” he nodded. “You should be careful about dating,” he added. “We think that is how Khalid screwed up and got transferred.”Those jackasses had known this for how long and not clued me in? Gee thanks guys.“What do you mean?” I appeared confused. “I’ve been getting 'trim’ left, right and sideways just not at work. I nailed four ladies this weekend alone - after being shot.”“Aaahhh…good then,” Trent grunted as if gut punched.“Besides, Khalid wasn’t transferred. He volunteered for an experimental top secret program involving social engineering - real cutting edge stuff,” I lied. “If we do the right thing, an opening might become available for the rest of us.” I am a bastard. “The Nerf guns are a team building exercise my personal favorite trainer implemented.”“You appear to be getting along well here,” Trent acknowledged. “I mentioned your name and several women looked at me funny then smiled and pointed you out.” Sigh.“Trent, you probably won’t heed my advice, but here it is anyway,” I said. “I know you were in a fraternity. Think of yourself as a pledge and every woman in your department as a senior brother and you’ll get by okay.”“Come on now,” Trent smiled smugly, “some of them don’t even have a formal education. They use this archaic apprenticeship system.”“Yeah, except you are only starting out in a system they’ve graduated from,” I gave it one last try. Trent nodded. He was right and I was a hick.I hoped he got along well with Khalid because he would probably be seeing him soon. Trent waved goodbye and I raced for Katrina’s desk - and Nerf gun. I made it back to my station before three ladies came at me. I got two of them, taking only one hit myself then it was back to work. Brian showed up thirty minutes later and Felix stopped by ten minutes after that.It was the same deal. I gave them the same lie, did my song and dance, gave them my warning they would ignore and finally raided Katrina’s bathroom for painkillers. She had this herbal crap which I downed like candy. At 12:10 Buffy arrived. She shot at me but I parried with my reading lamp and then shot back twice, hitting her once.“Why do you have two guns?” Buffy growled.“Cause I’m smarter than you,” I snarled back while desperately reloading. Daphne walked in with both a pistol and a large bag of Mexican take-out.“Die, you reprehensible Pig!” Buffy howled as she popped off two more bolts.Daphne shot Buffy in the side before Buffy finished. I was in love all over again. Buffy turned to put a dart into Daphne who raced around to my desk.“I guess this makes me a rebel,” Daphne laughed. She popped off two more shots.“Sure,” I chuckled. “Welcome aboard.” Buffy was on the edge of a volcanic eruption.“Cease-fire while we eat lunch?” I pleaded. Buffy mulled it over; the alternative being storming over to me and administering a pistol-whipping.“I hate you,” she seethed. She did lower her pistol and walk over to my desk.“I’ve missed you,” I responded. She didn’t buy it - yet.“How many whores did you screw his weekend?” Man, she was volatile.“None. I don’t pay for sex,” I sighed. “I still missed you,” I moaped. Buffy trembled with rage.“Cáel, be careful,” Daphne whispered. Buffy shot me - in the left thigh. I staggered, clamped my teeth down to stifle my scream and only Daphne’s efforts stopped me from keeling over.“Buffy!” Daphne snapped. “That was too much. Stop it.”“It is okay, Daphne,” I gasped. “I’ve made her angry.” Daphne didn’t get it, but I did. Buffy stomped straight into my space and gave that deep jaguar-like growl. “I liked the Nerf gun idea,” I added. “That was truly clever.” That got her. Buffy linked her fingers behind her back.“Thanks,” I whispered then leaned in and rained down little puffs of air all along her neck, ears and face. She especially liked me blowing on her lips. Her mouth opened and her tongue played along her lips as I was only millimeters away. Daphne leaned around me to see what I was doing to make Buffy moan so sensually the way she was.“We had better eat lunch”, I spoke softly into Buffy’s ear when I was done. “Do you forgive me?” Buffy’s eyes shown feverishly, yet with pleasure, not anger.“No. Keep working on it,” Buffy smirked then reached around for her plate of food.“I swear I will be nicer to you than Buffy is,” Daphne murmured.“Don’t get between me and my prey,” Buffy snarled…then she sneaked an arm around my waist and hugged me. Daphne pulled a seat around to share her meal at my station. Buffy sat in my lap. Not sexual harassment in the least. “So, are you staying away from other Havenstone women?” Buffy verbally ambushed me in mid-bite.“Would you please accept my word that this is not a discussion we want to have,” I groaned.“Who?” Buffy was back to angry.“Elsa,” Katrina announced as she strolled back into her office. “Don’t ask how, or why, Buffy. It wasn’t Cáel’s doing.” She was almost to her desk when she froze.Katrina’s body rotated around toward me before flickering to the ground where a lone dart lay.“Cáel, there is a dart lying at your feet,” she pointed out. Shit. Too God damn smart.“We’ll forgo me lying, you reminding me to trust you and go to my inevitable revelation that Buffy shot me in my wounded thigh,” I sighed.“Thank you,” Katrina nodded to me. “Buffy, you can’t do this to him. If you screw up again, I’ll send you to another department and forbid Cáel from having any further contact with you. Now tell me, what is wrong?”“I…I try to be with other men,” she nearly wept.“They can’t handle my aggression nor engage me mentally the way Cáel does,” she confessed painfully. “I want to own him so bad it hurts.”“Buffy, you are sitting in his lap,” Katrina coaxed. “Why don’t you try telling him how you feel? He clearly likes you.”“As poorly as you’ve treated him, I’m a bit surprised he hasn’t punched the crap out of you - off the clock, of course,” Katrina admonished her underling.“I’d kick his ass,” Buffy replied defiantly.“Tell that to Madi,” Katrina reminded her.“Very well,” Buffy nodded. Turning in my lap, she added, “Stop looking at other Havenstone women.”“No,” Katrina preempted me. “You will not punish him for things beyond his control, Buffy. There is only so much he can do to avoid the other ladies that doesn’t get him relocated.”“I still don’t like it,” Buffy muttered. “We should keep him in Executive Services and send people to harass all his outsider female contacts.” Katrina looked down and shook her head.“This job keeps getting tougher and tougher,” she commented. She was heading back to her desk which pretty much ended the conversation.After Buffy and Daphne had left, I mulled over a few things.“Can I bitch about something?” I asked Katrina. I wanted to ask about the other three men.“No,” she stated. That was that. The rest of the day was the normal office drudgery spiced up with a near-constant exchange of Nerf fire. Katrina never asked for her gun back and no one dared shoot her.At five o'clock, Katrina released me.“How did I do today?” I inquired.“Hmmm…let me see…you sent the VP of Banking - Australia’s Fiat to an address in the Netherlands,” she reviewed. “The address also appears to be underwater.”I had to think about that.“You are making that up,” I accused her. “I sent the damn thing to Melbourne and you know it.” Katrina gave a heartfelt laughed.“Do you know why you are the only male getting poor reviews?” she teased. I thought hard.“No clue,” I shrugged.“Because you are so bloody diligent,” Katrina grinned. “I know - some - of your history, Cáel. The more difficult the challenge, the harder you endeavor. The other guys are whiny babies. They don’t take criticism well.”“Now that we have that out of the way are you going to start giving me better reviews?” I hoped.“No,” Katrina chuckled. “Watching your face as you struggle to figure out what you did wrong really helps me start the day.”“Am I off the clock?” I asked. Katrina nodded. “Bitch.” Katrina laughed.I nearly walked into Violet on the way out.“Did you just call Katrina a bitch?” she whispered.“Give me a bad work review and I’ll call you something worse,” I glared.“Do you have any idea who she is?” Violet hissed.“I’ll give it a shot,” I shrugged. “Katrina is the head of the KGB.” I got an uncomprehending stare. “The Secret Police?” Violet thought that over. Fabiola and Tigger came up.“Yes, something like that except she has people killed,” Violet explained.“What are you talking about?” Tigger intruded.“Look up the KGB on Wiki, ladies,” I smirked. “It will clarify my understanding of the situation.”“Why are you so insolent?” Fabiola tugged on my arm to stop me from leaving.“For the same reason you think you are better than me,” I grinned. “It is in the blood. Actually, I don’t mean to be insolent. If I could walk away from this job, I would. Since I can’t, I feel it is only fair to make all of you suffer for it.”“If you hate us, why did you offer yourself up to Leona?” Fabiola persisted.“Because he cares,” Tigger spoke for me.“He’s weak,” Fabiola kept going.“Seriously,” Daphne caught me off-guard. “If he’s willing to commit so much to a child not his own, think how selflessly he’d safeguard his own.”“You don’t believe in fathers,” I regarded the 'new hire’ group.“Things change,” Violet smiled. In 76 days they were going to rip me to pieces. I burned through ten more minutes swapping stories about our day before we made it to the lobby. Yasmin Palhavã was early, so she got to meet the whole crew and they got to meet her.At this point a small leap of logic could have saved me a heap of pain. I could have asked. The girls could have realized I didn’t have a critical piece of information. The moment passed, I signed in Yasmin, my Brazilian MILF, and headed up to the corporate workout facility. The first hurdle - there was no men’s changing room.Yasmin decided it wasn’t a big deal. We changed in separate sections and joined up at the entrance to the gym. They also had an Olympic-sized pool - cool.“What happened to your leg?” she questioned. I had been wearing pants and was now in shorts.“It was an archery accident,” I supplied a plausible answer. Her nod signified she didn’t believe me and would bring this up later. I get wounded a lot.I was about to swipe my ID at the gym door when it opened and a woman walked into us.“What?” she gasp in Old Kingdom Hittite.“My pardon,” I replied in the same language. “It was not our intent to impede your progress.” She gave us a curious look as I caught the door and held it for Yasmin to enter.“What lang…” Yasmin got out before the expanse of the exercise facility stole her breath away. See, in normal companies, only a tiny fraction of the workforce uses the in-house gyms. At Havenstone, if a woman wasn’t working out on a daily basis, the assumption was that she’d died at her post. Whatever Yasmin said next had to have been in Portuguese.“What was that?” I inquired.“Oh, I said this was place is bigger than the village I was born in,” she translated. A small village - maybe a hamlet perhaps. Fortunately, we beat the evening rush so there weren’t too many women there yet.We got some looks from the ladies there. Yasmin didn’t notice and I was busy working machines in tandem to her. I had made a good impression with her. She barely concealed her enthusiasm and I got the impression her most current workouts were calisthenics in her home. An hour later, we were feeling the burn, Yasmin clued me in that she had a babysitter until nine, and the place was crowding up.Yasmin had been shooting glances at the sparring area for some time. Like me, she practiced Brazilian jujutsu. She felt she was growing rusty so we grabbed a corner - really an 8x8 meter area. Since the southwestern space was already taken, we grabbed the northeastern spot. Despite my bum leg, Yasmin and I were having tons of fun. Then shit happened.“What style is that?” one of the now-substantial crowd of women spectators asked Yasmin - in Old Kingdom Hittite. Before I could translate, Yasmin spoke.“Excuse me? What was that?” Yasmin responded in English. Every other woman began muttering - in Old Kingdom Hittite. Oh God, I had fucked up somehow.“I think we should be going,” I urged Yasmin.“Come on now,” she beamed at me. “This is the most fun I’ve had in a long time.” Seeing my reticence, “Five minutes, please?” I took a deep breath and nodded - I am an idiot. I was looking at that sweaty body, wonderful bust line, and excellent hips and speculating how nice those legs would feel wrapped around my waist instead of listening to my 'Spidey senses’.Five more minutes and I would have Yasmin barking like a dog before the Sun set. That I might die in the next five minutes was not something my cock was taking into account. Ten seconds later and all my concentration was eaten up simply stopping Yasmin from grappling with me. Even with her refusal to take advantage of my left leg’s weakness, she finally got me down on the mat.Her victorious smile terminated in an instant. Yasmin rolled us over as a foot stomped down in the place we had just vacated. We both sprang up, facing off against an Amazon I wasn’t familiar with.“Take your bitch and leave, you mongrel,” the woman spat in Old Kingdom Hittite.“What the hell did she say?” Yasmin seethed. The woman smirked, turned and started walking back to the portion of sparring mat she’d come from. I gave her all the consideration she’d have given me - I blindsided her. My fist caught her between the shoulder blades. I followed her down, striking again and again, rapid-fire.The other Amazon’s started to surge forward, but I wasn’t done yet. I grabbed my attacker by the shoulder and crotch, heaved her over my head and tossed her at her sparring partner.“Apology not accepted,” I growled out my contempt in Old Kingdom Hittite.Yasmin’s outrage at my seemingly unwarranted attack, “Cáel!” was overcome by the sensation of the room closing in on us.Several women grabbed her. No one taunted, or threatened me. I was a male in their world and I’d put a boot up one of theirs ass.“Cáel?” Yasmin called to me, now concerned.“Woman, shut up!” one of the senior looking women snapped in Old Kingdom Hittite.“Yasmin, keep quiet and ask for Katrina,” I grinned. “I’m afraid I’ll have to truncate our date. Putting all these bitches in their place is going to take a while.” It wasn’t like they were going to beat me to death any harder. Yasmin started thrashing about, cursing and stomping on feet.“Stop it,” I insisted. “They will seriously hurt you.”“I’m not going to let you fight all alone,” she kept trying to break free. I had to keep backing away from her in order to delay me being totally surrounded. Two Amazons slammed Yasmin face first into the mat.“Oh boy,” I muttered. “This is going to be a tad harsher than Rhada and Madi.”“Wait,” one of them called out. “You are that male?” Old Kingdom Hittite.“I request a clarification of that question,” I replied. Old Kingdom Hittite.One turned to another.“I can’t believe we missed this. The male speaks our tongue. It can only be Cáel Nyilas,” she said. Old Kingdom Hittite.“Does this mean you are not going to beat me into the earth?” I hoped. Old Kingdom Hittite.“No. You launched an unprovoked attack against one of ours. You need to be severely disciplined,” one said. The group nodded their acceptance of the verdict. “Due to your bravery Saturday, if you kneel your punishment will be swift.” Old Kingdom Hittite.Poor Yasmin. She had no clue what was going on around her.“Thank you for your generous offer. I do appreciate it, but I would rather inflict as much harm upon as many of you as possible instead,” I smiled. “I only humble my body before the Worthy.” Yes, I had insulted them - roughly 250 and counting.“You are acting above your station,” a familiar voice called out from the back of the pack. Normally, if a man gives a woman an orgasm, she recalls you fondly. In my case, plenty of women whose worlds I’d rocked had tried to kill me afterwards. Elsa’s appearance did not signify the arrival of my salvation.The other women parted and Elsa stepped forward.“Cáel, I am not going to kill you, or even hurt you badly. I am going to curb your arrogance and remind you of your place in things. Fear not, this will be over quickly,” Elsa sounded pleasant.“I’ll remain scared, thank you very much,” I shrugged. At least we were speaking in English now.“Spear,” Elsa demanded. Amazons don’t play fair. I was hardly surprised.“Klondike Bar,” I demanded as well. No tasty treat appeared while Elsa got her weapon. Elsa gave me a quizzical look.“I’ve got a Zen for some ice cold sugar,” I explained. That earned me a few chuckles.“Don’t hurt his reproductive organ,” someone shouted in Old Kingdom Hittite.“Cáel, if you can give up, please do. I think that woman wants to kill you,” Yasmin pleaded. Elsa wanted some spearing to go on just not the way Yasmin feared.“You need to stop picking up whatever gutter trash presents itself,” Elsa taunted me.“She is a guardian of the young, a single mother and a stranger to this country, Elsa,” I stated evenly. “She is my friend and a guest. Let her leave in peace.”“No more jests?” Elsa chuckled. “Have I made you angry?”“Angry?” I sneered. “No, angry would be me finding out you stuff Kleenex in your bra.”“I’m not going to insult your loyalty, prestige, or courage because you’ve exhibited all three to me already,” I told her. “My warning remains the same: don’t let your pride blind you.”“Fair enough,” she nodded. “Let’s begin.” She thrust forward with her spear. It was an opening move, not an attempt to skewer me.“Damn it, you cowards,” Yasmin snarled. “Give him a weapon.” No one did. They didn’t care for an outsider’s opinion of their bravery. I fought as best I could with my natural talents. Boxing allowed me to take a beating, especially someone in my weight class. Jujutsu helped me fight prone as well as quickly getting back on my feet.Elsa beat me black and blue. Come on, she had a spear and I had my fists and a wounded leg. The gathering seemed amazed at the drubbing I was soaking up. I really got their attention the third time Elsa relented so that I could stand back up for another dose of pain. She swung the spear around to hit my wound again. I hit the midpoint of the shaft so hard, it shattered.I tried to follow that up with a punch to the face. Elsa flowed past the blow and landed several punishing jabs to my ribs, knocking me down. This time she put me in a choke hold.“Give up,” she commanded.“Never surrender,” I rasped then the world went dark.(Picking up the Pieces)I was vaguely aware of a prick to my left leg and the sheer agony of my thigh began to immediately go numb.“You’ve ripped out half his damn staples,” a female voice chastised someone else.“He refused to yield,” Elsa stated. All of that had been Old Kingdom Hittite. I moaned.“Cáel, how do you feel?” Elsa mocked me.“Had enough?” I mumbled. “If so, whose ass do I have to kick next?”“Male, Elsa demolished you,” an Amazon gloated.“With a spear,” Yasmin countered. Good, she was still close. “Hand to hand, he would have won even with his bad leg.”That brought forth snorts of derision all around. Oh well.“How is that first girl I fought doing? Is she okay?” I was putting my thoughts together.“I’m right here,” she grabbed my jaw and yanked it her way. Then it dawned on me I was lying on my back, on the mat, with multiple ladies kneeling around me.Yasmin was there, along with Elsa, a medic of some kind, and first chick I’d fought with.“Is this circumstance between us at an end?” I inquired of her in Old Kingdom Hittite.“Your insolence remains unbroken, dog,” she seethed. Old Kingdom Hittite.“What I did does not matter,” I sighed. “You attacked a guest of an Executive Services personnel and would not apologize, now or then. You and I are not done.”The woman hauled back her fist to hit me. A shot rang out.“I said 'make way’ damn you,” Desiree shouted out from the far side of the crowd. Old Kingdom Hittite.“Watch your…” a woman snapped. Old Kingdom Hittite. BANG! Screaming in pain. BANG! A different scream. “I swear by all the Goddesses and Ancestors, I have six shots left and they will all be aimed to kill!” Desiree yelled. Old Kingdom Hittite.Multiple women headed for the weapon racks. Amazons couldn’t be accused of cowardice. They did part enough to let Desiree make it to my side next to Elsa.“Idiot, how have you fucked up this time?” Desiree glared down at me, so I told her. She looked to the first woman I had fought. “Is this how it happened?” this time on Old Kingdom Hittite.“He was in the Pure-blood facility,” she answered. I had figured that out already, just too late to do any good. Old Kingdom Hittite.“And in your brilliance, you decided that he was purposely picking a fight with you and the over 300 other Amazons here as opposed to him having made an honest mistake…” Desiree let that last bit hang out there. Old Kingdom Hittite.“He was in here, no matter what the reason,” my assailant persisted. “Even Katrina can’t save him from this - or you for attacking other full-bloods.” Old Kingdom Hittite. Desiree smirked.“I am not here under the orders of Katrina, Sabia,” Desiree finally identified my attacker. “I am here under the orders of Hayden, who has plans to breed with this male.” Old Kingdom Hittite.“Your willingness to deny her this pleasure will be noted,” Desiree smirked. “Cáel, did it ever occur to you that there would be separate gyms for the different status groups?” she looked back to me. At this point, Elsa motioned for two members of the security detail to take Yasmin away. All that followed was in Old Kingdom Hittite, the language of the Amazons.“Initially no. I figured it out right before the shit hit the fan. Not being a bigot, I didn’t take into account the bigotry of others,” I sighed. I wasn’t working on a fan base directly. I had to walk that fine line between 'highly spirited male’ and 'blasphemous intruder’.“They are not bigots,” Desiree interrupted the dark mutterings. “They are the Master Race.”“His insolence is infecting you,” Elsa said as she stood.“That is insulting,” Desiree mocked. “He inspires me. This is no disease. He is a living example of defiance against all odds. In case any of you missed it that was our genesis as a people.”“He shames me by showing with his own wit and blood that I should only give respect to those who show it to me and I should bow to no other. You had best earn his respect because he will not subject himself to your undeserved pride, numbers be damned,” Desiree declared.“He angers me with his jokes and cutting commentary. He also angers me for pointing out the sickness in our own ranks. You have become more prideful than competent. His greatest joke is not that he will die for his beliefs, it is that he risks so much out of compassion for us. He will not let our poisoned lineage limp on a few more decades if he cannot aid in our salvation.”'We don’t need you, this male, or any of your thoughts, half-blood,’ was the general mood of the room.“Revel in your superiority while being restricted to breeding with inferior males,” Desiree chuckled. “Again, your condescension is ridiculously absurd.”“I will breed with Cáel and have many fine daughters. You, who can still breed,” Desiree rubbed it in, “will have daughters who are even less than you. I’m sure my granddaughters will be suitably impressed with your prestige when they read about it in the scrolls.”“We cannot kill you for your abuse, but we can certainly mark you for the offenses,” Elsa smirked.“Cáel, to my side,” Desiree snapped. I struggled to stand. The medic tried to stop me.“You will tear your staples if you exert yourself,” the medic told me.“While my heart still beats, I must answer my Sister’s call to battle,” I explained to the woman. She let me struggle to my feet. I did my best to not topple into either Desiree or Elsa.“He is so wrecked he can barely stand,” one woman joked to another. In a flash, Desiree shot the speaker in the thigh, causing her to scream out and tumble to the ground.“By all means, jump up and attack me,” Desiree mocked her. “It took the male seven seconds to regain his feet. I am sure we all await your superior effort.”The woman did stand back up, shrugging off assistance as she did. I doubt she was faster than me though.“That’s nice,” Desiree continued. “You are a pure-blood. You look to be fit and excellently built. You and Cáel both have a wounded left leg. He has had the ever-living crap beaten out of him, so feel free to attack him when you are ready.”The woman looked to me then back to Desiree.“What? I need medical attention,” the woman protested.“Fine. Cáel, attack Blythe (the wounded woman),” Desiree directed.“Why?” I grunted.“Because I told you to,” Desiree chuckled. We’d been down this road before.“Ah - she’s wounded and not attacking either of us,” I reason, “so I’ll have to decline.”“There you have it, Morons,” Desiree shouted. “Had you told Cáel he was doing something wrong, he would have apologized and left.”“Had you told him to sit down and wait for a superior to show up, he would have,” Desiree continued. “But no, you had to attack him. When he had the temerity to defend himself, you closed in like a pack of jackals and let him get battered into unconsciousness. You were so eager to stomp on a male outside the public view none of you took a moment to think.”“This isn’t over between you and me,” Elsa glared at Desiree. A whispered ripple moved through the crowd. Amazons moved aside, opening a large lane from the door to us. Two bodyguards led the way. Desiree quickly pulled out her gun’s clip, chambered out the last round and placed her pistol on the mat. All around weapons were put down, not dropped.Hayden came forward flanked by another bodyguard and a female attendant.“Cáel, to my side,” she commanded evenly. I weaved to her right side. “Kneel.” I nearly face-planted I was so overwhelmed by pain.“Tegan, please tell me what is going on,” Hayden addressed the most senior member present.The woman stepped forward and gave her own, skewed, version of events.“I have already misused too much time on this male’s behalf,” Hayden mused. “My only conclusion drawn from all these issues is that I am the Spiritual Leader of a bunch of prejudiced, arrogant, conceited cunts,” she finished angrily.“Please explain to me how one male barely a month out of a rural, tiny college in the middle of nowhere has bewildered so many of my women?” Hayden scanned the room.“He attacked me,” Sabia complained.“Maybe that will teach you to not attack an opponent who has eighteen centimeters and thirty kilograms on you,” Hayden sighed.“Especially, by your own admission, you knew he and another woman were practicing an intricate martial art you were unfamiliar with,” Hayden appeared strict and maternal. “Don’t give me 'he was a male’ either. All complaints concerning the 'New Directive’ are to be directed to Katrina, Tessa, or myself.”“We are not a pack of hyenas who lash out wildly, without consideration for our laws,” she declared.“We must defend ourselves,” Tegan insisted.“Yes,” Hayden nodded. “I agree. Your point would be?”“He attacked Sabia,” Tegan pointed out.“I am well aware of that,” Hayden related patiently. “Sabia launched an unprovoked attacked, refused to explain herself and didn’t take the presence of a guest into account. What would you have done in the same situation?”“He is a man,” Tegan stated.“He is a man. He is also a Havenstone employee, a servant of Katrina and a part of a program I have initiated,” Hayden kept at it. “What do you suggest? I instruct the males to stand patiently while you slit their throats? We would rapidly run out of men to recruit.”“In case you have forgotten the discussion that leads to our extinction,” Hayden grew chilly. “By all means throw yourself off the top of the building. Do not expect me to do the same, or welcome your attempt to murder my offspring with your intransigent. Cáel, how many days is it now?” she teased me.“76 Hayden,” I responded, “though I still plan to spend that first night with Buffy.”“Still more afraid of her than me?” Hayden openly joked with me. Cold-ass woman.“I’m starting to think she’s gene-spliced with a lady-jaguar,” I confessed. “Not only does she make these spooky growling noises, she perches over doors I frequently use.”There was a hush over the room.“Oh Goddess, Sisters,” Hayden groaned. “Its levity. He is not being serious - you know, being playful and amusing to lessen the stress of a situation. Cáel, stop trying to get yourself killed. Many of these women could greatly benefit some time with you.”“With, or without weapons?” I looked up. Hayden swatted my hair.“Bad!” Hayden waggled a finger in my face. “Bad Male! Bad!” She look to the stunned/amused assembly. “This is really all it takes.”“He called us unworthy,” another Amazon spoke up.“And his opinion of you would matter - why?” Hayden looked at the woman.“He said he would only bow before the Worthy,” another woman persisted. Hayden groaned.“You really are a problem,” Hayden looked at me with frightening compassion.“I apologize,” I said obsequiously.“If you want Cáel to kneel, call Katrina and convince her to make you Cáel’s boss. Then he will kneel, follow, leap in front of bullets, punch your enemies, play with your children, or get your lunch. It is what he does and he’s done all that before and more. If you want to make him jump, take ten minutes out of your busy lives and use a phone,” Hayden scanned the room.“Can I return to my dinner, or is there another bout of insanity that I need to deal with?” Hayden pleasantly menaced the room.“Ummm, Hayden,” I asked softly, “are medical people coming for the three women who were shot.” I got a pat on the head.“Yes they are. It was very much 'you’ to ask. Now stop stressing your wounded leg,” she smiled. “From what I understand you have slept with three different women in the past 48 hours, plus roughhousing with three children for half a day. For a man who has been wounded as much as you have, I would think you would have more common sense where recovery was concerned.”“I’ll endeavor to be less of a problem…for what’s that worth,” I grinned. Another swat on the head. Hayden made a brief goodbye to the group then left the room. The looks I was getting told volumes. They hadn’t forgiven me for deciding to fight back. That was too much to ask. What I was getting was embarrassment. They had acted stupidly and knew it.They had been in such a rush to reassert their superiority they had forgotten to engage their brains. In hindsight, what was I going to do? Fight them all? Make a break for it? Had they calmly exerted their authority, I would have acquiesced. I would have clearly embraced that option. Once they enjoined violence, they had backed me into a corner.At that point, they couldn’t win. They didn’t have the time to break me and no amount of damage I sustained would change the equation. I knew I was going to get beaten so there was no incentive for me to do anything but fight. I had fought Rhada and Madi after all. Best of all, their irrational actions had been highlighted by their highest official.There were a few 'he should have submitted’. Those speakers weren’t convincing anyone, even themselves. Their tame males would have bowed down. Hell, they wouldn’t have been in this position in the first place. With pain and blood, I was starting to make inroads. Amazons didn’t have a version of the French Foreign Legion at Camarón, or the 300 Spartans at Thermopylae.Sacrifice was occasionally necessary, but not celebrated. This was not to say giving your life for another wasn’t appreciated. It was, yet the emphasis was on killing your enemy before such a deed was inevitable. Vastly outnumbered throughout their history, the lessons they drilled into the next generation was one of killing your enemy swiftly.Going toe to toe with your foes was a luxury they could not afford. Numbers and ill-fortune could be calamitous. The Amazons in the gym saw nothing wrong with the Elsa having a spear while I had nothing. In the same way, they had no problem with 'how’ I attacked Sabia, only that I had attacked her at all.It had been foolish of Sabia to turn her back on me, not knowing who I was. Had they been in my position, they would have hit her from behind too. What they did value was loyalty, martial valor and respect. Betraying a fellow Amazon was probably a horrific crime to them. Personal grievances were most likely dealt with internally with the declaration of a blood feud.Martial valor - well, duh. They were Amazons. I was willing to bet every one of the new male recruits had some sort of combative ability. Tessa and Katrina would not want to dump neophytes into this cauldron without some sort of defensive training. Their system of respect was an elaborate structure I had barely pierced.Prestige/blood purity was important, yet clearly competence counted as well. Hayden, Katrina and Tessa were all scary-smart. The last two were pretty young for their critical

SINS OF THE FATHER PART 3 NOVEMBER 06, 2022      AARON SMITH      SEASON 1      EPISODE 39 SHOW NOTES:Today, Episode 39, is the last installment of this three-part series, though it won't be the last time we address the topic of eugenics. I'm quite capable of maintaining dispassionate objectivity about certain subjects, but I suppose we all have our kryptonite—and eugenics is mine. I ask you once again to consider the syllogism I proposed in Part 1 of this series. Below is a small collection of links for those interested in doing further research.  Corbett Report links:https://www.corbettreport.com/tag/eugenicsWEF Transhumanism Platitudes:https://www.weforum.org/agenda/2018/04/transhumanism-advances-in-technology-could-already-put-evolution-into-hyperdrive-but-should-theyGMO Foods:https://gmwatch.org/enJordan Peterson on Population Collapse:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcA3rI19jYMWEF Climate Alarmism propaganda:https://www.weforum.org/topics/climate-changeNIH Abortion and Race:https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC7436774NIH Polypharmacy and pharmaceutical misconduct:https://www.nia.nih.gov/news/dangers-polypharmacy-and-case-deprescribing-older-adultsWar Against the Weak: Eugenics and America's Campaign to Create a Master Race:http://www.waragainsttheweak.comFeel free to email me at subtlecain@protonmail.com with any questions or suggestions. Your support is always appreciated!Substack Discussion Board:https://subtlecain404.substack.com/p/podcast-discussion-board/comments?s=rYou can support the show in these ways:Venmo: https://venmo.com/u/subtlecainSupport the show

Hoy está el ambiente un poco tenso en la nave, y es que parece que uno de los combates definitivos del mundo de los videojuegos está a punto de estallar: PC VS CONSOLAS. En este episodio tan interesante debatiremos sobre los pros y los contras de las distintas plataformas e intentaremos dilucidar cuál de ellas es la ideal. Para ello contaremos con los Marcianitos pro-consolas y los creyentes de la Master Race, sin olvidar tampoco a los chaqueteros que apoyarán al viento que mejor le sople. Desde el alto mando Marcianito recordamos que no hay una plataforma perfecta y todas son igual de buenas para DISFRUTAR de este maravilloso mundo. ¿En qué plataforma prefieres jugar? ¿Qué es lo que más y menos te gusta de vuestra plataforma habitual? Y recuerda que puedes comprar videojuegos digitales con hasta un 80% de descuento en nuestro enlace de InstantGaming: https://www.instant-gaming.com/es/?igr=horamarcianitos

SINS OF THE FATHER PART 2 OCTOBER 09, 2022      AARON SMITH      SEASON 1      EPISODE 37 SHOW NOTES:Today, in Episode 37 we transition into negative eugenics and some of the major players in the movement in the United States at the turn of the 20th century. We examine not only the words of these individuals, but also their actions and their underlying ideology. Corbett Report- Eugenics:https://www.corbettreport.com/?s=eugenicsEugenics Archive:https://eugenicsarchive.ca/Positive and Negative Eugenics- eugenicsarchive.ca:https://eugenicsarchive.ca/discover/tree/5233c3ac5c2ec50000000086War Against the Weak: Eugenics and America's Campaign to Create a Master Race:http://www.waragainsttheweak.comFeel free to email me at subtlecain@protonmail.com with any questions or suggestions. Your support is always appreciated!Substack Discussion Board:https://subtlecain404.substack.com/p/podcast-discussion-board/comments?s=rYou can support the show in these ways:Venmo: https://venmo.com/u/subtlecainSupport the show

SINS OF THE FATHER PART 1 OCTOBER 02, 2022      AARON SMITH      SEASON 1      EPISODE 36 SHOW NOTES:Today, in Episode 36, we begin looking into the history of early eugenics and refresh our deductive reasoning. Herbert Spencer, Charles Darwin, Thomas Robert Malthus, and Francis J. Galton are introduced in Part 1. As we progress through the topic, we will examine the historical manifestations of eugenics and investigate whether there are modern day examples of this ideology in practice under a new set of circumstances and terminology. Here's a hint, there appears to be a whole lot of lipstick on this particular pig...NIH National Genome Research Institute:https://www.genome.gov/about-genomics/fact-sheets/Eugenics-and-Scientific-RacismPositive and Negative Eugenics- eugenicsarchive.ca:https://eugenicsarchive.ca/discover/tree/5233c3ac5c2ec50000000086War Against the Weak: Eugenics and America's Campaign to Create a Master Race:http://www.waragainsttheweak.comFeel free to email me at subtlecain@protonmail.com with any questions or suggestions. Your support is always appreciated!Substack Discussion Board:https://subtlecain404.substack.com/p/podcast-discussion-board/comments?s=rYou can support the show in these ways:Venmo: https://venmo.com/u/subtlecainSupport the show

Today my guest is Jennifer Coburn, author of We'll Always Have Paris, Reinventing Mona and a number of other entertaining, light-ish books. She learned about the Lebensborn Program and was compelled to learn more and share. This was a program created in 1935 to be the wellspring of future generations descended from those Nazi authorities deemed “racially valuable.” They bred kids with SS soldiers and women “volunteers.” They also stole babies from other countries that fit the mold. It is an appalling, true look into history from the perspective of three fictional women. It is kind of Handmaids Tale meets Swing Kids meets Sound of Music – without the music. Her dedication to detail is immersive and impressive. 

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This week on Comm Talk by Geek Devotions we present one of our Lost "Garden Files." This episode originally aired on Sunday, June 18th, 2017 Original Show Notes This week we talk about the 3rd installment to the Dark Knight universe, The Master Race. what did we think about it? Find out! We also take a moment to congratulate our Devoted Geek of the Week!   The Bottom Shelf Podcast: https://thebottomshelf.blubrry.net/ We Read, Allegedly : https://wereadallegedly.com/  The Gundam Watch: https://thegundamwatch.wordpress.com/    Check out Geek Devotions at https://geekdevotions.com/   Join the Devoted Geeks Discord at https://discord.gg/ZekSXbDnJm   Check out our Podchaser Page - https://www.podchaser.com/podcasts/comm-talk-by-geek-devotions-519210   We want to give a very special thank you to the Devoted Patreon Geeks who help to support Geek Devotions on a monthly basis: Francisco Ruiz, Adam Arciniega, Cody McGurk, Erin Straus, Andrew Markham, Paul Turner, Jacob Russel, Mike Alderman, Nathan Marchand, The Dapper Man, Dale White, Ashley Kronenbitter, Victoria Dalton, Michael Joesph Manacci, Drew Dodgen, Jonathan Player, Savannah Wilson, John Harju, Sean Hennigan, and Megan Cochran If you'd like to become a Devoted Patreon Geek or learn more about the benefits of becoming one, click the link below; https://www.patreon.com/GeekDevotions You can do a one time gift via PayPal here https://www.paypal.me/geekdevotions       

Today we have “This is our Enemy: The Master Race,” as it was broadcast over the Mutual Network on July 26, 1942. It is a dramatization of life under Nazi rule in occupied France. Be sure to visit our website at BrickPickleMedia.com/podcasts. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/worldwar2radio/support

There is a war for the best A.I. going on inside of the internet, will LamDa come out on top and what does it mean if it does? What will we see in the future? Project Bluebeam? HAARP taken over? Transhumanism? Thanks so much to AntiSlaveQE for coming on the show! -To find AntiSlaveQE's podcast, go to--->> https://open.spotify.com/show/5vZe5eNsqlD1egtvLvUWvC?si=ngyLz7LXQgePKqXOMdeDyQ --->For all of your Cult needs including links to Manscaped, Adam&Eve, Elite Athletic Gear, BuyMeACoffee & MERCH! Go to ---> https://linktr.ee/cultofconspiracy --->>> If you're interested in a personal Hypnotherapy Session with Jonathon contact me @ Cultofconspiracypodcast@yahoo.com

What do you get when you cross a human and an ape? This is what Soviet Era scientist Ilya Ivanov tried to find out, and it. gets. weird; like inseminating a woman with ape sperm weird. So, let's talk about it! Digressions include Transhumanism and the Hunger Games! Sources A. E. Samaan, From a "Race of Masters" to a "Master Race": 1948 to 1848(2013) Eric Michael Johnson, Scientific Ethics and Stalin's Ape-Man Superwarriors (2011) Ivan Cenzi, The Strange History of Men Going Nuts for Monkey Testicle Transplants (2021) Julian Huxley, Transhumanism, 1957 Mailman School of Public Health at Columbia University, Global Gag Rule Threatens Reproductive Health in Kenya: Study, (2020) Matthew Gault, The Soviet Union's Crazy ‘Planet of the Apes', (2014) Paul Weindling, Julian Huxley and the Continuity of Eugenics in Twentieth-century Britain, (2015)) Pawel Wargan, A Dream of Soviet Ape‑Men (2013) Sam Kean, The Soviet Era's Deadliest Scientist Is Regaining Popularity in Russia (2017) Stephanie Pain, Blasts from the past: The Soviet ape-man scandal (2008) The Open Society Foundation, What Is the Global Gag Rule? (2019) Wulf D. Hund, Racist King Kong Fantasies. From Shakespeare's Monster to Stalin's Ape-Man (2011)

 A noted author claims in a new report that while Adolph Hitler is universally blamed for his Nazi objective of killing millions to create a “blue-eyed, blonde hair master Aryan race,” the concept was actually born in the United States decades before he came to power. Edwin Black, author of “IBM and the Holocaust,” and, “War Against the Weak: Eugenics and America's Campaign to Create a Master Race,” writes that “California eugenicists played an important, although little known, role in the American eugenics movement's campaign for ethnic cleansing.” --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/red-pill-man/support

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En el episodio 132 los casi, casi expertos Will, Joesue, Y El Masticable hablan sobre; GPU, Microsoft, EA, GTA PLUS y mucho mas. 

This week I share channellings on how to live in an evolved state of consciousness and how crystals can help you maintain the vibration. Evolution, of perception and reality and how the light rays, emitted from crystals, can help us sustain a cleaner, purer level of awareness to attract a more harmonious, balanced, happy state of being.  "Get out of your mind" was one of the most important pieces of information I received whilst channelling in the Andalusian Mountains. We all create stories in our head that affect our wellbeing. Consciously and unconsciously we connect to these "stories" and through the holographic Universe we live out these levels of reality.My "story" in the mountain, whilst channelling, was of a shepherd who told me he had found a lamb and was taking it back to care for it ... This "story" created a warm feeling within me of love and harmony. However, later in the day I learned from another person that the shepherd had stolen the lamb and was taking it home for his dinner !! This "story" created an unwelcome feeling within me. Both experiences of reality were determined by thought processes that dictated my feelings. The Crystal told me to get out of the "story" and witness the event as it was .. a man walking a lamb through the mountains.. no attachment to the story, no opinion just witnessing and holding inner harmony. By doing this you hold a space of Peace not only for yourself but for all life forms that inhabit your surroundings.I questioned if this made me a bad person.. maybe I could have saved the lamb.... the crystal said.. " you still to this day do not know which "story" was the truth ... you can and only ever will know your truth, your experience, don't let an illusion determine your reality. Let go of the "stories", they create disharmony or euphoria, both vibrations take you away from Peace, wellness and Nature"I also discuss the light spectrum and how the colour rays compliment each other. The vibrant hot ray of red is balanced by the soothing green... what it means and how you can better understand energy medicine.I offer suggestion of crystals to help remove confusion regarding your path of destiny, Charoite, Tanzanite and crystals to help relieve the mindset of lack.... Jade for time... citrine for money... Prehnite for finances and Cavansite to help you determine your truth.I hope that you enjoy listening and that you determine your reality through resonance and complete awareness in the NOW.If you would like to join us in a class please visit www.britishacademyofcrystalhealing.co.uk we would love to share space with you.

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To celebrate Christmas and ring in the New Year, we bring you a bonus episode on the 1989 cult flick - Elves - the film-present nobody asked for but everybody needs. How can you possibly experience the Christmas Spirit without a reminder that a homeless mall-Santa/ex-detective once thwarted a Nazi plot to usher in the Master Race and the Anti-Christ by having a genetically engineered elf rape an inbred virgin? As if you needed more, on this episode: art-deco boobs, a Ninja troll, big-tit admiration, new levels of chain-smoking, the real passengers of Noah's Ark, cat-drowning, car explosions, ball-knifing, late-night mall shenanigans and eviction from a camper. 

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Við lok síðari heimsstyrjaldar gafst Bretum tækifæri til að vinda ofan af kúgun og misrétti nýlendustefnu sinnar. En í Keníu tóku þeir þveröfugan pól í hæðina, sem endaði með grimmilegri uppreisn rúmum 20 árum síðar.

Main Topic - The Dark Knight: Master Race (2015) written by Frank Miller and Brian Azzarello, illustrated by John Romita Jr.! This episode we discuss the news of the week including DC's Blue Beetle film, Batman: The Audio Adventures, as well as Star Wars: Bad Batch #15, and what we've been reading and watching!

New Co host? Me and the homie Dave jump into the Godzilla vs King Kong, Dave's gaming journey. Also we dive into the main topic of PC vs Console. Enjoy cause this was fun to record. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/interwebrundown/support

Neste podcast: Vamos falar sobre os PC GAMERS, a famosa MASTER RACE e como é montar uma máquina dessas. ARTE DA VITRINE: Randall Random Versão Wallpaper da Vitrine PICPAY: Para baixar o PicPay: https://picpay.onelink.me/R25q/ad77f641 NVIDIA GEFORCE RTX 3080 DA AORUS: https://geforce.com.br https://gigabyte.com/br NERDCAST RPG: COLEÇÃO CTHULHU Para saber tudo sobre esse lançamento confira o hotsite! Acesse: https://www.catarse.me/nerdcastrpg Ouça os episódios do RPG Call of Cthulhu NOVA FUTURA Link para abertura de conta com a Jovem Nerd: http: https://bit.ly/3bGtSOo Carteira Recomendada Nova Futura: http://info.novafutura.com.br/carteirarecomendada Site da nova Futura: http://bit.ly/2Lor4oL Youtube: http://bit.ly/2LsKUzk Instagram: http://bit.ly/2sBKbod Facebook: http://bit.ly/2JehoQV Twitter: http://bit.ly/2qBKDlj NERDCASH NerdCast extra toda segunda sexta do mês! NerdCash 31 - O que esperar de 2021?  E-MAILS Mande suas críticas, elogios, sugestões e caneladas para nerdcast@jovemnerd.com.br EDIÇÃO COMPLETA POR RADIOFOBIA PODCAST E MULTIMÍDIA http://radiofobia.com.br PEDIDO DE DOAÇÃO DE SANGUE Pedido de doação de sangue para Gaeri da Silva, no Hemope em Recife. Pedido de doação de sangue para Wildes Geber Costa, no Hemorio no Rio de Janeiro. Pedido de doação de sangue para Wagner Marcondes Paranhos, no Centro de Hematologia em Campinas. Pedido de doação de sangue para Amanda de Sousa Ferreira, no Hemocentro Regional de São Bernardo do Campo-SP.

Neste podcast: Vamos falar sobre os PC GAMERS, a famosa MASTER RACE e como é montar uma máquina dessas. ARTE DA VITRINE: Randall Random Versão Wallpaper da Vitrine PICPAY: Para baixar o PicPay: https://picpay.onelink.me/R25q/ad77f641 NVIDIA GEFORCE RTX 3080 DA AORUS: https://geforce.com.br https://gigabyte.com/br NERDCAST RPG: COLEÇÃO CTHULHU Para saber tudo sobre esse lançamento confira o hotsite! Acesse: https://www.catarse.me/nerdcastrpg Ouça os episódios do RPG Call of Cthulhu NOVA FUTURA Link para abertura de conta com a Jovem Nerd: http: https://bit.ly/3bGtSOo Carteira Recomendada Nova Futura: http://info.novafutura.com.br/carteirarecomendada Site da nova Futura: http://bit.ly/2Lor4oL Youtube: http://bit.ly/2LsKUzk Instagram: http://bit.ly/2sBKbod Facebook: http://bit.ly/2JehoQV Twitter: http://bit.ly/2qBKDlj NERDCASH NerdCast extra toda segunda sexta do mês! NerdCash 31 - O que esperar de 2021?  E-MAILS Mande suas críticas, elogios, sugestões e caneladas para nerdcast@jovemnerd.com.br EDIÇÃO COMPLETA POR RADIOFOBIA PODCAST E MULTIMÍDIA http://radiofobia.com.br PEDIDO DE DOAÇÃO DE SANGUE Pedido de doação de sangue para Gaeri da Silva, no Hemope em Recife. Pedido de doação de sangue para Wildes Geber Costa, no Hemorio no Rio de Janeiro. Pedido de doação de sangue para Wagner Marcondes Paranhos, no Centro de Hematologia em Campinas. Pedido de doação de sangue para Amanda de Sousa Ferreira, no Hemocentro Regional de São Bernardo do Campo-SP.

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The Nazis were desperate for Aryan babies, and enacted whole national policies to get them. So how exactly did the Nazis try to raise the fertility rate? And did it work? Find out all about their grand laboratory experiment in this episode. Don't forget to subscribe, rate, and review. Support the show on Patreon at www.patreon.com/btnewberg. Research, writing, editing, and production by B. T. Newberg. Logo Design by Rachel Westhoff. Animation by Maxeem Konrardy. Additional credits, references, and more at www.historyofsexpod.com.