Podcasts about Negligence

To establish a prima facie case of negligence, a plaintiff must prove duty, breach, causation (both actual and proximate), and damages. These four elements demonstrate that the defendant had an obligation, failed to meet that obligation, and that failure directly and foreseeably caused the plaintiff to suffer actual harm.The Cardozo view of duty, primarily from Palsgraf, holds that a defendant only owes a duty to those persons within the zone of foreseeable harm resulting from their conduct. In contrast, the Andrews view argues that a duty is owed to everyone if the defendant's conduct creates a general risk of harm, regardless of direct foreseeability.A professional, such as a doctor, is held to the standard of care of a reasonably prudent member of their profession under similar circumstances. This objective standard considers the knowledge, skill, and care ordinarily possessed and exercised by professionals in that particular field or specialty.Res ipsa loquitur, meaning "the thing speaks for itself," allows a jury to infer negligence when the event is of a type that ordinarily does not occur without negligence, the instrumentality causing the harm was in the defendant's exclusive control, and the injury was not due to the plaintiff's own action. An example is a surgical instrument being left inside a patient after an operation.The "but for" test is used to establish actual cause, requiring the plaintiff to show that but for the defendant's negligent act, the harm would not have occurred. The "substantial factor" test is applied in cases with multiple sufficient causes, where the defendant's conduct is considered a cause-in-fact if it was a significant contributor to the resulting harm.Negligence per se is a doctrine where violation of a statute that was designed to protect a particular class of persons from a specific type of harm is considered conclusive evidence of breach of duty. For this doctrine to apply, the plaintiff must be within the protected class, and the harm suffered must be of the type the statute intended to prevent.Generally, there is no legal duty to affirmatively act or rescue someone in peril, even if it can be done safely. However, an exception exists when there is a special relationship between the parties, such as a parent and child or a common carrier and its passengers, which creates a duty to take reasonable steps to aid the other.A landowner owes a licensee a duty to warn them of known dangers on the property that are not obvious. However, the landowner has no duty to inspect for unknown dangers or to make the premises safe for the licensee.Under pure comparative negligence, a plaintiff's recovery is reduced by the percentage of their own fault, regardless of how high that percentage is. In contrast, modified comparative negligence allows a plaintiff to recover only if their fault is below a certain threshold (usually 50% or less), otherwise their recovery is barred.The three main categories of activities or things for which strict liability is typically imposed are abnormally dangerous activities, wild animals (and sometimes domestic animals with known dangerous propensities), and defective products (under the theory of strict products liability).

This lecture on torts law explains the fundamental principles of negligence, outlining its four core elements: duty, breach, causation, and damages, alongside related doctrines such as res ipsa loquitur and negligence per se. The text details various standards of care and methods for establishing breach, including the Hand formula. It further analyzes causation and the requirement of actual harm for negligence claims. Finally, the lecture transitions to strict liability, discussing its application to abnormally dangerous activities, animals, and defective products, and briefly mentions defenses applicable to both negligence and strict liability.

For review:1. Iran Port Blast Caused by "Negligence". Iran's Interior Minister Eskandar Momeni said Monday that a deadly explosion at the country's largest commercial port two days earlier was caused by “negligence” and failure to comply with safety measures.2.  An Israeli official said Monday that there is “no chance” Israel would accept the five-year truce proposal with the Hamas terror group that is currently being discussed by Arab mediators. 3. Russian President Announces Ceasefire from 8-11 May.  The Kremlin said in a note to the media that the ceasefire would begin at midnight local time May 8 and end at midnight May 11, coinciding with the 80th anniversary of “Victory Day,” when Russia celebrates its victory over the Nazis. 4. US Secretary of State Rubio and Russian Foreign Minister Lavrov spoke on 27 April, with Secretary Rubio emphasizing the need to end the war. 5. Australian Delivery of Older M1 Abrams Tanks Delayed. The Australian Defense Ministry told the ABC that the promised tanks are "on target" to reach Ukraine in 2025. 6. India Tests Hypersonic Engine for Missile Program. The over 16-minute test was an upgrade over a previous test in January that lasted 120 seconds. It was performed at the newly-built Scramjet Connect Test Facility in India's southern city of Hyderabad. 7.  The U.S. military has hit more than 800 targets in Yemen during a 40-day airstrike campaign against the Houthis.  During the recent airstrike campaign, Houthi ballistic missile attacks have fallen by 69% and kamikaze drone attacks have fallen by 55%, according to Central Command. 8.  An F/-18E Super Hornet assigned to the carrier air wing embarked aboard aircraft carrier USS Harry S. Truman (CVN-75) was lost at sea during a towing incident in the hangar bay Monday, according to a Navy announcement. No personnel were lost and one sailor sustained minor injuries, according to the service. 

Ever stumbled upon a hidden gem? Mark Walmsley, Founder and Director of the Arts and Culture Network, did just that – a dormant LinkedIn group with thousands of members became the foundation for a vibrant global community. This episode delves into Mark's unconventional journey, revealing how a seemingly accidental beginning blossomed into a powerful network for arts and culture professionals.Mark Walmsley brings a unique perspective, shaped by a portfolio career that ranges from Carnegie Hall to Royal Family events, and now his dedication to fostering collaboration and support within the arts sector.In this episode, Jason Caffrey, CEO of podcast and content marketing company Creative Kin, discovers how Mark organically grew a 150,000-member network with minimal budget, the challenges of converting free members to a paid model, and his inspiring vision for what he calls “democratic collective philanthropy” within the arts.

My audience was still somewhere in February, but it wouldn't stay there long. I had too many things to do— actual, adult things which required my attention. I might not be looking just at one lawsuit, but three; harassment and stalking against the neighbor girl, Negligence on behalf of the property management, and nuscience on behalf of the city— these weren't things I wanted to do— but they were things that were happening. I had basically been tortured inside of my apartment for the better half of two years and now was looking even more desperately to move. But where? Maybe, at this point, anywhere. I had applied for two other apartments but hadn't heard back. It was Saturday afternoon by the time I woke up again, because when I went to bed it was Saturday morning. After a mix tape and a few miles walk around Queens, I returned to the apartment that I loathed; never in nearly two years had I felt home, and now was no different. I sat in the bathtub for awhile knowing the next apartment might not have one; I looked at a place with stand up showers— it was a studio and almost nothing would fit in there but some of my books and my musical equipment, but I didn't care. More space, apparently for me— meant more shit. The more I excersised and ran around, the more likely I was to pick random things up that I wanted or needed. Sometimes new things— sometimes brand new with tags, which, besides the very cool Google swagger I had just been gifted, was the condition for picking up random stuff in New York. In two years I had filled an apartment with things I hadn't purchased, which sometimes used to linger with energies that were odd or foreign. I was too sensitive for New York— and I shouldn't be there. But really, I had no other alternatives. Stil I had found no certain purpose in being in the city, especially not on the bustling corner or noise, which I found remarkably, by walking just a mile east into queens, was a festering loud thoroughfare surrounded by actually clean and quiet neighborhoods with almost no cars, and no people at all. Hidden little places that looked like Queens— but being honest I didn't know. I got lost on purpose. When I returned I was unable to focus the rest of my energy into anything but a mix, which went well enough that I had decided at around the 27 minute mark to just pull the mix at 35– the limit for recordings entered into the contest I so hoped would rescue me into an employed citezin. All of my bills were overdue, and I had no real intention or way of paying them— how can I pay money I don't have. Some of the companies were predatory— an internet service provider I had ordered upon moving to the building that I had cancelled after realizing that there was always an “outage”, promising lower rates than of course were on the bill once it came— and bills for everything else from this to that, and the return of my student loans. ‘Haha' I thought. ‘Jokes on you.' But it wasn't a joke. If anyone or anything was trying to kill me, it was the corporate world, and unfortunately I didn't just squeeze into one of their conformed and comfortable little boxes. I worked long hard hours on my music and my projects— on my writing. I just wasn't getting paid. I didn't see myself at fault for being naturally creative and prone to the trauma that made me feel as if the world owed me something for having endured it rather than I owing it. How could I really owe anything to anyone? Have you met my parents? Someone besides God saw me take a beating from the ex, and in my humble opinion yhet kid—my only witness— might as well have had a high enough throne to have been a king himself by now. ‘I got guardian angels. I'll be alright.' My dreams in the early hours of Saturday morning were weird, but not weird enough that I wanted to share with my audience. In fact, in days, I hadn't felt like saying much of anything. More mixes would have to suffice for the long peloton rides, which meant they had to be an hour— but first, I had to make sure the last one would fit for the contest, I wasn't like the other entrants, I was sure of it, but I could at least play the part— I had taken some savings I'd stashed and all of the money in my comedy wallet to deposit instead of having cash on hand— this might be better, I thought. I hadn't been running, and effectively so my life was kind of crumbling. Then, the noise had been making me a certain kind of sick— and there was only one solution I had yet to really try. I always felt horrible going out in New York— because I was poor. In New York, even thr poor people made it an obsession to look rich, or Hoodrich, which I always found foolish— but after two years of being shamed for wearing ragged gettups and jogging suits everywhere— not fashionable jogging suits, but sauna suits to encourage more sweating to battle the toxic forces of the city itself— I had learned that when it came to at least trying to market onesself— one's art and one's project's one must at least look acceptable to the kinds of people worth interesting or inspiring. These were not the people on my block, but otherwise elsewhere. After two years in, I needed to go out. But first was a digital monster to tame— removing five years of work from the internet had so far not been a daily expenditure, but had taken weeks, almost as if the simulation and the algorithm were fighting me with slow internet and distractions in order to maintain the world that I had come from— but fuck that. I just as well wanted to set the world on fire just as much as everything in it— and it might have been that as I cleaned up for just to happened to be record of severe torture— homelessness, chaos, shifting from place to place, never having a steady home and then finally to have a roof over my head but to battle hundreds of motorcycles circling what was supposed to be my home alerted me to a deeper problem— the fact was, though healthy and fit as I had forced myself to become, there was always something fighting me. Now instead of homelessness itself or the jealous or mentally unstable roommates I had faced in the years before moving into the apartment, it was hundreds of men on motorcycles who didn't just like to ride them, but liked to ride them loudly, right across the street from my apartment where I was expected to make everything I had written, everything I had planned, and all the work I had done come to life— this wasn't just noise I could ignore. Of course, it was the vibrational pain that caused more damage to the nerves itself. This noise caused actual pain. It's hard to spend two years in pain after spending 30 years in pain. My body, my psyche, and my spirit was tired. I had left my mother's antics for an equally as humiliating sort of abuse— perhaps because that's the kind of “love” I was used to. But it wasn't— now I was healthy and almost somewhat independent. Somewhat. There were still miles to run, and battles to conquer; only I didn't want to. Asking the city to compensate me for sending me into an apartment adjacent from 5 garages felt unsafe— but it made me wonder why anybody else hadn't done what I was about it. I obviously had waited this long just expecting for it to stop— but it hadn't; so I began to see the noise as more of a blessing than a curse. Perhaps by making these reports, I was doing somebody a favor; at the very least karmically I expected the favor to be returned. And here yet, bills that hadn't technically existed appeared out of nowhere and I had no means of paying them. I had no real job or steady income and the money I did make was almost always to ensure that my hygienic needs were met: another reason I felt I didn't belong in New York. I didn't understand filling trees with trash. I didn't understand littering— after once being scolded for it as a young person, this was behavior that I had stopped; but here was a city full of apparently grown people that didn't know any better! Fuck that! Now being awake this long my dreams didn't really seem to matter— only my problems. I needed to find another apartment, and fast— in a neighborhood that wasn't plagued with the same issues. But here was the conundrum— how was I going to afford to live in a clean and quiet neighborhood. I knew they existed, but as far as I had been told when I first arrived to New York, it simply was less likely allowed. I loved Manhattan. I had been told explicitly by several people. ‘That's not for us.' But why was I us? In other and more bizzare news, the not suprise realization that it was once again Saturday came to me in a dream. Lorne Micheals liked my sketch, whatever that meant— and it wasn't too bizzare to have seen either Tina Fey or Amy Poehler or even Jimmy Fallon amongst them; they were long gone from Saturday night, but this was my cast. Besides, even in this odd dream that felt surreal and out of place, they were no longer on the show— but scouting for it. I had been scouted; Lorne Liked my sketch, but it came with a speech. It was strange, and though provoking— something about my father running out of time. Must have been my subconscious on the lookout for the way to visit the family, but I was stretched so thin trying to make anything work that nothing did. I went paying for promotions— but business cards, monthly website subscriptions, bills, and the ever growing cost of soap just kept piling up. Then, when I had finally realized I was down to nothing but one bra and socks with holes in them, springing for spandex running wear and sport protein seemed like the move; oh, and vitamins. I had been extra increasingly tired, and though for the most part the motor speedway just beyond my window was to blame, Speaking of motor speedway, it was oddly quiet for 3:00 PM on a Saturday… Then again, the property management was asking me to pay a bill that hadn't existed until— you guessed it— my birthday— and was now threatening eviction upon receipt of the notice. The first notice came close enough to May that it made me wonder why it had been placed on the roster on my birthday in March, and I was just now hearing about it on a Friday afternoon at closing time with the threat that I would be removed from my apartment— a threat I cared almost nothing about due to the persistent motorcycles and cars buzzing around for a year— but now, suddenly they were gone. Usually Saturdays were the worst days of all of them, and suddenly, they weren't circling at all; maybe it had been a set up all along, or even the devil itself; now the devil didn't have to torture me with the sounds of unhappy men with little to no power besides that of the horsepower beneath them so much so that it had become the world's problem to endure such pain as by the hundreds of them pouring out every day over the last two years— now the property management wanted to threaten eviction, but in the technical sense they were wrong; on paper, and otherwise, however, I wasn't going to fight to stay in an apartment I hated! Again, I saw what might have been some kind of evil demonic curse as a blessing instead and looked upon the hundreds of recordings over the last five years. Recordings I had made sleeping in my car, in hostels, in a tent in the Pacific Palisades— recordings I had made in homeless shelters and sleeping in 24-hour gym saunas. Recordings i had shared with the world and now was taking down, because somehow, it felt as if the world liked me better homeless— as if my constant struggle and trauma and suffering was just a source of entertainment for some; political fuel for others to use against me in the skewed perception that I was preaching or on some kind of side. But I was on no kind of side— I was on my side, and the only solace I really had was that God was also on my side, because whatever had been the motorcycles, and the mind games, and the property management's oversight had been the devil. Whatever had been the slamming doors and the lack of peace and the inability to make music in a space that was supposed to be mine— whatever was going against my good, was evil. I didn't want to see it at that, but in some of the wreckage I had lost my shine— in the fight I had somehow been stripped of my power, my will to live, my right to be human. The peace and sanity of having a place to call home— I hadn't had that. I had, however, a voice and random assortments of instruments. I had writings and comedy speeches and monologues— I had mixtapes and albums, and the creative drive of an artistic genius. I just didn't have money— and in New York, that somehow made me the enemy. Death of A Superstar DJ Tears of A Clown Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

My audience was still somewhere in February, but it wouldn't stay there long. I had too many things to do— actual, adult things which required my attention. I might not be looking just at one lawsuit, but three; harassment and stalking against the neighbor girl, Negligence on behalf of the property management, and nuscience on behalf of the city— these weren't things I wanted to do— but they were things that were happening. I had basically been tortured inside of my apartment for the better half of two years and now was looking even more desperately to move. But where? Maybe, at this point, anywhere. I had applied for two other apartments but hadn't heard back. It was Saturday afternoon by the time I woke up again, because when I went to bed it was Saturday morning. After a mix tape and a few miles walk around Queens, I returned to the apartment that I loathed; never in nearly two years had I felt home, and now was no different. I sat in the bathtub for awhile knowing the next apartment might not have one; I looked at a place with stand up showers— it was a studio and almost nothing would fit in there but some of my books and my musical equipment, but I didn't care. More space, apparently for me— meant more shit. The more I excersised and ran around, the more likely I was to pick random things up that I wanted or needed. Sometimes new things— sometimes brand new with tags, which, besides the very cool Google swagger I had just been gifted, was the condition for picking up random stuff in New York. In two years I had filled an apartment with things I hadn't purchased, which sometimes used to linger with energies that were odd or foreign. I was too sensitive for New York— and I shouldn't be there. But really, I had no other alternatives. Stil I had found no certain purpose in being in the city, especially not on the bustling corner or noise, which I found remarkably, by walking just a mile east into queens, was a festering loud thoroughfare surrounded by actually clean and quiet neighborhoods with almost no cars, and no people at all. Hidden little places that looked like Queens— but being honest I didn't know. I got lost on purpose. When I returned I was unable to focus the rest of my energy into anything but a mix, which went well enough that I had decided at around the 27 minute mark to just pull the mix at 35– the limit for recordings entered into the contest I so hoped would rescue me into an employed citezin. All of my bills were overdue, and I had no real intention or way of paying them— how can I pay money I don't have. Some of the companies were predatory— an internet service provider I had ordered upon moving to the building that I had cancelled after realizing that there was always an “outage”, promising lower rates than of course were on the bill once it came— and bills for everything else from this to that, and the return of my student loans. ‘Haha' I thought. ‘Jokes on you.' But it wasn't a joke. If anyone or anything was trying to kill me, it was the corporate world, and unfortunately I didn't just squeeze into one of their conformed and comfortable little boxes. I worked long hard hours on my music and my projects— on my writing. I just wasn't getting paid. I didn't see myself at fault for being naturally creative and prone to the trauma that made me feel as if the world owed me something for having endured it rather than I owing it. How could I really owe anything to anyone? Have you met my parents? Someone besides God saw me take a beating from the ex, and in my humble opinion yhet kid—my only witness— might as well have had a high enough throne to have been a king himself by now. ‘I got guardian angels. I'll be alright.' My dreams in the early hours of Saturday morning were weird, but not weird enough that I wanted to share with my audience. In fact, in days, I hadn't felt like saying much of anything. More mixes would have to suffice for the long peloton rides, which meant they had to be an hour— but first, I had to make sure the last one would fit for the contest, I wasn't like the other entrants, I was sure of it, but I could at least play the part— I had taken some savings I'd stashed and all of the money in my comedy wallet to deposit instead of having cash on hand— this might be better, I thought. I hadn't been running, and effectively so my life was kind of crumbling. Then, the noise had been making me a certain kind of sick— and there was only one solution I had yet to really try. I always felt horrible going out in New York— because I was poor. In New York, even thr poor people made it an obsession to look rich, or Hoodrich, which I always found foolish— but after two years of being shamed for wearing ragged gettups and jogging suits everywhere— not fashionable jogging suits, but sauna suits to encourage more sweating to battle the toxic forces of the city itself— I had learned that when it came to at least trying to market onesself— one's art and one's project's one must at least look acceptable to the kinds of people worth interesting or inspiring. These were not the people on my block, but otherwise elsewhere. After two years in, I needed to go out. But first was a digital monster to tame— removing five years of work from the internet had so far not been a daily expenditure, but had taken weeks, almost as if the simulation and the algorithm were fighting me with slow internet and distractions in order to maintain the world that I had come from— but fuck that. I just as well wanted to set the world on fire just as much as everything in it— and it might have been that as I cleaned up for just to happened to be record of severe torture— homelessness, chaos, shifting from place to place, never having a steady home and then finally to have a roof over my head but to battle hundreds of motorcycles circling what was supposed to be my home alerted me to a deeper problem— the fact was, though healthy and fit as I had forced myself to become, there was always something fighting me. Now instead of homelessness itself or the jealous or mentally unstable roommates I had faced in the years before moving into the apartment, it was hundreds of men on motorcycles who didn't just like to ride them, but liked to ride them loudly, right across the street from my apartment where I was expected to make everything I had written, everything I had planned, and all the work I had done come to life— this wasn't just noise I could ignore. Of course, it was the vibrational pain that caused more damage to the nerves itself. This noise caused actual pain. It's hard to spend two years in pain after spending 30 years in pain. My body, my psyche, and my spirit was tired. I had left my mother's antics for an equally as humiliating sort of abuse— perhaps because that's the kind of “love” I was used to. But it wasn't— now I was healthy and almost somewhat independent. Somewhat. There were still miles to run, and battles to conquer; only I didn't want to. Asking the city to compensate me for sending me into an apartment adjacent from 5 garages felt unsafe— but it made me wonder why anybody else hadn't done what I was about it. I obviously had waited this long just expecting for it to stop— but it hadn't; so I began to see the noise as more of a blessing than a curse. Perhaps by making these reports, I was doing somebody a favor; at the very least karmically I expected the favor to be returned. And here yet, bills that hadn't technically existed appeared out of nowhere and I had no means of paying them. I had no real job or steady income and the money I did make was almost always to ensure that my hygienic needs were met: another reason I felt I didn't belong in New York. I didn't understand filling trees with trash. I didn't understand littering— after once being scolded for it as a young person, this was behavior that I had stopped; but here was a city full of apparently grown people that didn't know any better! Fuck that! Now being awake this long my dreams didn't really seem to matter— only my problems. I needed to find another apartment, and fast— in a neighborhood that wasn't plagued with the same issues. But here was the conundrum— how was I going to afford to live in a clean and quiet neighborhood. I knew they existed, but as far as I had been told when I first arrived to New York, it simply was less likely allowed. I loved Manhattan. I had been told explicitly by several people. ‘That's not for us.' But why was I us? In other and more bizzare news, the not suprise realization that it was once again Saturday came to me in a dream. Lorne Micheals liked my sketch, whatever that meant— and it wasn't too bizzare to have seen either Tina Fey or Amy Poehler or even Jimmy Fallon amongst them; they were long gone from Saturday night, but this was my cast. Besides, even in this odd dream that felt surreal and out of place, they were no longer on the show— but scouting for it. I had been scouted; Lorne Liked my sketch, but it came with a speech. It was strange, and though provoking— something about my father running out of time. Must have been my subconscious on the lookout for the way to visit the family, but I was stretched so thin trying to make anything work that nothing did. I went paying for promotions— but business cards, monthly website subscriptions, bills, and the ever growing cost of soap just kept piling up. Then, when I had finally realized I was down to nothing but one bra and socks with holes in them, springing for spandex running wear and sport protein seemed like the move; oh, and vitamins. I had been extra increasingly tired, and though for the most part the motor speedway just beyond my window was to blame, Speaking of motor speedway, it was oddly quiet for 3:00 PM on a Saturday… Then again, the property management was asking me to pay a bill that hadn't existed until— you guessed it— my birthday— and was now threatening eviction upon receipt of the notice. The first notice came close enough to May that it made me wonder why it had been placed on the roster on my birthday in March, and I was just now hearing about it on a Friday afternoon at closing time with the threat that I would be removed from my apartment— a threat I cared almost nothing about due to the persistent motorcycles and cars buzzing around for a year— but now, suddenly they were gone. Usually Saturdays were the worst days of all of them, and suddenly, they weren't circling at all; maybe it had been a set up all along, or even the devil itself; now the devil didn't have to torture me with the sounds of unhappy men with little to no power besides that of the horsepower beneath them so much so that it had become the world's problem to endure such pain as by the hundreds of them pouring out every day over the last two years— now the property management wanted to threaten eviction, but in the technical sense they were wrong; on paper, and otherwise, however, I wasn't going to fight to stay in an apartment I hated! Again, I saw what might have been some kind of evil demonic curse as a blessing instead and looked upon the hundreds of recordings over the last five years. Recordings I had made sleeping in my car, in hostels, in a tent in the Pacific Palisades— recordings I had made in homeless shelters and sleeping in 24-hour gym saunas. Recordings i had shared with the world and now was taking down, because somehow, it felt as if the world liked me better homeless— as if my constant struggle and trauma and suffering was just a source of entertainment for some; political fuel for others to use against me in the skewed perception that I was preaching or on some kind of side. But I was on no kind of side— I was on my side, and the only solace I really had was that God was also on my side, because whatever had been the motorcycles, and the mind games, and the property management's oversight had been the devil. Whatever had been the slamming doors and the lack of peace and the inability to make music in a space that was supposed to be mine— whatever was going against my good, was evil. I didn't want to see it at that, but in some of the wreckage I had lost my shine— in the fight I had somehow been stripped of my power, my will to live, my right to be human. The peace and sanity of having a place to call home— I hadn't had that. I had, however, a voice and random assortments of instruments. I had writings and comedy speeches and monologues— I had mixtapes and albums, and the creative drive of an artistic genius. I just didn't have money— and in New York, that somehow made me the enemy. Death of A Superstar DJ Tears of A Clown Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

My audience was still somewhere in February, but it wouldn't stay there long. I had too many things to do— actual, adult things which required my attention. I might not be looking just at one lawsuit, but three; harassment and stalking against the neighbor girl, Negligence on behalf of the property management, and nuscience on behalf of the city— these weren't things I wanted to do— but they were things that were happening. I had basically been tortured inside of my apartment for the better half of two years and now was looking even more desperately to move. But where? Maybe, at this point, anywhere. I had applied for two other apartments but hadn't heard back. It was Saturday afternoon by the time I woke up again, because when I went to bed it was Saturday morning. After a mix tape and a few miles walk around Queens, I returned to the apartment that I loathed; never in nearly two years had I felt home, and now was no different. I sat in the bathtub for awhile knowing the next apartment might not have one; I looked at a place with stand up showers— it was a studio and almost nothing would fit in there but some of my books and my musical equipment, but I didn't care. More space, apparently for me— meant more shit. The more I excersised and ran around, the more likely I was to pick random things up that I wanted or needed. Sometimes new things— sometimes brand new with tags, which, besides the very cool Google swagger I had just been gifted, was the condition for picking up random stuff in New York. In two years I had filled an apartment with things I hadn't purchased, which sometimes used to linger with energies that were odd or foreign. I was too sensitive for New York— and I shouldn't be there. But really, I had no other alternatives. Stil I had found no certain purpose in being in the city, especially not on the bustling corner or noise, which I found remarkably, by walking just a mile east into queens, was a festering loud thoroughfare surrounded by actually clean and quiet neighborhoods with almost no cars, and no people at all. Hidden little places that looked like Queens— but being honest I didn't know. I got lost on purpose. When I returned I was unable to focus the rest of my energy into anything but a mix, which went well enough that I had decided at around the 27 minute mark to just pull the mix at 35– the limit for recordings entered into the contest I so hoped would rescue me into an employed citezin. All of my bills were overdue, and I had no real intention or way of paying them— how can I pay money I don't have. Some of the companies were predatory— an internet service provider I had ordered upon moving to the building that I had cancelled after realizing that there was always an “outage”, promising lower rates than of course were on the bill once it came— and bills for everything else from this to that, and the return of my student loans. ‘Haha' I thought. ‘Jokes on you.' But it wasn't a joke. If anyone or anything was trying to kill me, it was the corporate world, and unfortunately I didn't just squeeze into one of their conformed and comfortable little boxes. I worked long hard hours on my music and my projects— on my writing. I just wasn't getting paid. I didn't see myself at fault for being naturally creative and prone to the trauma that made me feel as if the world owed me something for having endured it rather than I owing it. How could I really owe anything to anyone? Have you met my parents? Someone besides God saw me take a beating from the ex, and in my humble opinion yhet kid—my only witness— might as well have had a high enough throne to have been a king himself by now. ‘I got guardian angels. I'll be alright.' My dreams in the early hours of Saturday morning were weird, but not weird enough that I wanted to share with my audience. In fact, in days, I hadn't felt like saying much of anything. More mixes would have to suffice for the long peloton rides, which meant they had to be an hour— but first, I had to make sure the last one would fit for the contest, I wasn't like the other entrants, I was sure of it, but I could at least play the part— I had taken some savings I'd stashed and all of the money in my comedy wallet to deposit instead of having cash on hand— this might be better, I thought. I hadn't been running, and effectively so my life was kind of crumbling. Then, the noise had been making me a certain kind of sick— and there was only one solution I had yet to really try. I always felt horrible going out in New York— because I was poor. In New York, even thr poor people made it an obsession to look rich, or Hoodrich, which I always found foolish— but after two years of being shamed for wearing ragged gettups and jogging suits everywhere— not fashionable jogging suits, but sauna suits to encourage more sweating to battle the toxic forces of the city itself— I had learned that when it came to at least trying to market onesself— one's art and one's project's one must at least look acceptable to the kinds of people worth interesting or inspiring. These were not the people on my block, but otherwise elsewhere. After two years in, I needed to go out. But first was a digital monster to tame— removing five years of work from the internet had so far not been a daily expenditure, but had taken weeks, almost as if the simulation and the algorithm were fighting me with slow internet and distractions in order to maintain the world that I had come from— but fuck that. I just as well wanted to set the world on fire just as much as everything in it— and it might have been that as I cleaned up for just to happened to be record of severe torture— homelessness, chaos, shifting from place to place, never having a steady home and then finally to have a roof over my head but to battle hundreds of motorcycles circling what was supposed to be my home alerted me to a deeper problem— the fact was, though healthy and fit as I had forced myself to become, there was always something fighting me. Now instead of homelessness itself or the jealous or mentally unstable roommates I had faced in the years before moving into the apartment, it was hundreds of men on motorcycles who didn't just like to ride them, but liked to ride them loudly, right across the street from my apartment where I was expected to make everything I had written, everything I had planned, and all the work I had done come to life— this wasn't just noise I could ignore. Of course, it was the vibrational pain that caused more damage to the nerves itself. This noise caused actual pain. It's hard to spend two years in pain after spending 30 years in pain. My body, my psyche, and my spirit was tired. I had left my mother's antics for an equally as humiliating sort of abuse— perhaps because that's the kind of “love” I was used to. But it wasn't— now I was healthy and almost somewhat independent. Somewhat. There were still miles to run, and battles to conquer; only I didn't want to. Asking the city to compensate me for sending me into an apartment adjacent from 5 garages felt unsafe— but it made me wonder why anybody else hadn't done what I was about it. I obviously had waited this long just expecting for it to stop— but it hadn't; so I began to see the noise as more of a blessing than a curse. Perhaps by making these reports, I was doing somebody a favor; at the very least karmically I expected the favor to be returned. And here yet, bills that hadn't technically existed appeared out of nowhere and I had no means of paying them. I had no real job or steady income and the money I did make was almost always to ensure that my hygienic needs were met: another reason I felt I didn't belong in New York. I didn't understand filling trees with trash. I didn't understand littering— after once being scolded for it as a young person, this was behavior that I had stopped; but here was a city full of apparently grown people that didn't know any better! Fuck that! Now being awake this long my dreams didn't really seem to matter— only my problems. I needed to find another apartment, and fast— in a neighborhood that wasn't plagued with the same issues. But here was the conundrum— how was I going to afford to live in a clean and quiet neighborhood. I knew they existed, but as far as I had been told when I first arrived to New York, it simply was less likely allowed. I loved Manhattan. I had been told explicitly by several people. ‘That's not for us.' But why was I us? In other and more bizzare news, the not suprise realization that it was once again Saturday came to me in a dream. Lorne Micheals liked my sketch, whatever that meant— and it wasn't too bizzare to have seen either Tina Fey or Amy Poehler or even Jimmy Fallon amongst them; they were long gone from Saturday night, but this was my cast. Besides, even in this odd dream that felt surreal and out of place, they were no longer on the show— but scouting for it. I had been scouted; Lorne Liked my sketch, but it came with a speech. It was strange, and though provoking— something about my father running out of time. Must have been my subconscious on the lookout for the way to visit the family, but I was stretched so thin trying to make anything work that nothing did. I went paying for promotions— but business cards, monthly website subscriptions, bills, and the ever growing cost of soap just kept piling up. Then, when I had finally realized I was down to nothing but one bra and socks with holes in them, springing for spandex running wear and sport protein seemed like the move; oh, and vitamins. I had been extra increasingly tired, and though for the most part the motor speedway just beyond my window was to blame, Speaking of motor speedway, it was oddly quiet for 3:00 PM on a Saturday… Then again, the property management was asking me to pay a bill that hadn't existed until— you guessed it— my birthday— and was now threatening eviction upon receipt of the notice. The first notice came close enough to May that it made me wonder why it had been placed on the roster on my birthday in March, and I was just now hearing about it on a Friday afternoon at closing time with the threat that I would be removed from my apartment— a threat I cared almost nothing about due to the persistent motorcycles and cars buzzing around for a year— but now, suddenly they were gone. Usually Saturdays were the worst days of all of them, and suddenly, they weren't circling at all; maybe it had been a set up all along, or even the devil itself; now the devil didn't have to torture me with the sounds of unhappy men with little to no power besides that of the horsepower beneath them so much so that it had become the world's problem to endure such pain as by the hundreds of them pouring out every day over the last two years— now the property management wanted to threaten eviction, but in the technical sense they were wrong; on paper, and otherwise, however, I wasn't going to fight to stay in an apartment I hated! Again, I saw what might have been some kind of evil demonic curse as a blessing instead and looked upon the hundreds of recordings over the last five years. Recordings I had made sleeping in my car, in hostels, in a tent in the Pacific Palisades— recordings I had made in homeless shelters and sleeping in 24-hour gym saunas. Recordings i had shared with the world and now was taking down, because somehow, it felt as if the world liked me better homeless— as if my constant struggle and trauma and suffering was just a source of entertainment for some; political fuel for others to use against me in the skewed perception that I was preaching or on some kind of side. But I was on no kind of side— I was on my side, and the only solace I really had was that God was also on my side, because whatever had been the motorcycles, and the mind games, and the property management's oversight had been the devil. Whatever had been the slamming doors and the lack of peace and the inability to make music in a space that was supposed to be mine— whatever was going against my good, was evil. I didn't want to see it at that, but in some of the wreckage I had lost my shine— in the fight I had somehow been stripped of my power, my will to live, my right to be human. The peace and sanity of having a place to call home— I hadn't had that. I had, however, a voice and random assortments of instruments. I had writings and comedy speeches and monologues— I had mixtapes and albums, and the creative drive of an artistic genius. I just didn't have money— and in New York, that somehow made me the enemy. Death of A Superstar DJ Tears of A Clown Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

The primary objectives of criminal law include deterrence (general and specific), incapacitation, retribution, rehabilitation, and defining societal norms. Unlike civil law, which aims to compensate a wronged party, criminal law operates on behalf of the state to prosecute and punish wrongful acts in the communal interest.Felonies are typically punishable by death or imprisonment for more than one year, while misdemeanors are lesser offenses usually punishable by a fine or incarceration for less than one year. Murder is an example of a malum in se crime because it violates fundamental moral standards, whereas a traffic violation is an example of a malum prohibitum crime because its illegality stems from statute.General intent crimes require the intent to perform the physical act itself, such as intentionally striking someone in battery. Specific intent crimes require an additional subjective intent to bring about a specific result, such as in theft, where the defendant must intend to permanently deprive another of their property.A state generally has jurisdiction to prosecute crimes that either occur within its borders or produce harmful effects within its territory. Concurrent jurisdiction arises when more than one sovereign has the legal authority to prosecute the same conduct. The doctrine of dual sovereignty under the Double Jeopardy Clause allows both federal and state governments to prosecute the same individual for the same conduct without violating double jeopardy protections, as they are separate sovereigns.Actus reus refers to the physical component of a crime, which is a voluntary act or a qualifying omission. An omission can constitute actus reus when there is a legal duty to act, the person is physically capable of acting, and they fail to do so, such as a parent deliberately withholding food from their child.Recklessness is a subjective mental state involving the conscious disregard of a substantial and unjustifiable risk; the defendant must be aware of the risk. Negligence is an objective standard that applies when a person fails to perceive a substantial and unjustifiable risk that a reasonable person would have recognized, regardless of actual awareness.Strict liability crimes are offenses where no mental state is required; the mere commission of the act is sufficient for liability. These types of crimes are most commonly found in regulatory and public welfare areas such as food safety or statutory rape. For example, a vendor selling contaminated food may be held strictly liable regardless of intent.The principle of concurrence requires that the actus reus (the physical act) and the mens rea (the mental state) coincide in time. This is generally required because criminal liability is predicated on the idea that the wrongful conduct was accompanied by a culpable state of mind.Factual cause, or "but-for" causation, means that the harm would not have occurred but for the defendant's act. Legal cause, or proximate cause, addresses whether the result is closely enough connected to the act to hold the defendant criminally responsible, considering factors like foreseeability. An intervening cause might break the chain of legal causation if it is unforeseeable and superseding, meaning it was not a natural or probable consequence of the defendant's actions.A principal is the primary actor who commits the criminal act, while an accomplice is someone who aids, encourages, or assists the principal with the intent that the crime be committed. Accomplice liability requires both an act of assistance and the specific intent that the underlying crime be committed by the principal.

In today's edition of The Chris and Amy Show, Chris and Amy talk with Parkway assistant superintendent Dr. Kevin Beckner to discuss their decision to ban cell phone use in school, then they discuss the Cardinals struggles on the road and the Blues game 1 loss to Winnipeg with FanDuel Sports Network Midwest studio analyst Scott Warmann. All that and more during this edition of The Chris and Amy Show.

Chris and Amy discuss the numerous sinkholes that have been appearing across the city as well as how the Cardinals got swept by the Mets over the weekend and now head to Atlanta. They do that with FanDuel Sports Network Midwest studio analyst Scott Warmann.

Chris Rongey and John Hancock guide you through a packed show starting with a deep dive into St. Louis politics and infrastructure under new mayor Cara Spencer. CBS News' Anna Schecter shares the latest on the Florida State University shooting. The team then tackles GOP dynamics and Lisa Murkowski's critique of Trump-era politics. In Hour 2, Scott Jagow talks travel, local eats, and music highlights from Asheville and Charlotte, while Dale Schilly recaps STL CITY SC's loss to Columbus and big Academy win over Bayern Munich. Listener texts spark debate over hot dogs, music, and school phone bans. Hour 3 dives into Cardinals baseball with Rob Rains—covering player development, pitching rotations, and division rivals—before ending on a fun note with the "Tournament of Negligence," a cat vs. dog debate, and a nod to the Blues' 2019 Cup run.

Chris Rongey and John Hancock talk Cardinals baseball with Rob Rains, breaking down the team's middling record, young talent like Victor Scott II and Jordan Walker, and the evolving six-man rotation. They size up the NL Central—where the Cubs and Brewers loom as serious contenders—and consider how the Cardinals can stay competitive. Later, things get light with the "Tournament of Negligence," a hilarious bracket of the most irresponsible behaviors, followed by a spirited debate on cats vs. dogs. The hour wraps with a look back at the Blues' 2019 Stanley Cup run and what's ahead for local sports fans.

Hour 2 of Chris & Amy includes a preview of the Cards/Mets series with Matt Pauley; and CBS's Major Garrett on the deportation of an immigrant to a prison in El Salvador.

March 2rd-5th of 2025, I preached the third annual King James Bible Seminar at Blessed Hope Baptist Church in Tahlequah, Oklahoma. This is PART THREE! In this video we give a grand jury indictment against new (per)versions of the Bible and those who put them out, proving them guilty of FRAUD, NEGLIGENCE, and CORRUPTION.

Chris and Amy welcome hockey writer Lou Korac to the show following the Blues win over Utah, securing a playoff spot; John Rooney says the Cardinals just didn't get a lot of hits against the Astros starter; Tournament of Negligence issues; Elon Musk's views on fatherhood.

Hour 2 of the Chris & Amy Show includes an interview with Opal Jones from Doorways, an HIV charity, facing a loss of funding; The Tournament of Negligence; Blues playoff push; funding cuts at Meals on Wheels.

The April 14 episode includes a live recap of The Masters; Did you see this?; Legal analyst Brad Young on searches of immigrants; Matt Pauley breaks down a series win over Philadelphia; the debut of the Tournament of Negligence; commentator Chris Cillizza; and the Mozz Madness winners share the story of Alfonzo's in Troy, IL

Chris and Amy's 2nd hour of April 14, 2025 includes visits with legal analyst Brad Young regarding searches of those entering the US; and Matt Pauley after the Cardinals take a three-game series from Philadelphia. Plus the official start of the Tournament of Negligence.

Hancock & Kelley join Chris & Amy for the whole 1st hour of the show with reaction to the election of Cara Spencer to Mayor of STL; C&A announce a new 'Tournament of Negligence'; St Louis CITY SC analyst Dale Schilly; Did you see this?; Mizzou QB Brady Cook; and Easter egg hunts benefit an animal rescue; and the high cost of veterinary care.

On the heels of the Mozz Madness Challenge where, 'mistakes were made,' Chris & Amy debut their new tournament highlighting 'negligent' behaviors. Dale Schilly joins the show as CITY is still in a scoring funk.

New York City's Department of Sanitation is hitting landlords with a flurry of tickets for failing to follow the new composting rules. Meanwhile, the city has approved around-the-clock work to build Brooklyn's new jail, as officials plan to shutter Rikers Island. And finally, the Uptown Night Market returns this Thursday under what's known as the "Arches of Harlem.”

Lust, pride, greed, envy - all of these sins that are rightfully rebuked and discussed in the church - but what about gluttony? What about sloth? In this video, I'm talking about the biblical foundation of gluttony and bodily stewardship, how food addiction dulls us spiritually, how the enemy uses food as a weapon against us, practice steps for self-control and breaking free from overindulgence, and how to balance health without falling into idolatry or legalism.       -       Follow me on Instagram: @AngelamarieScafidi       -       Ways to Support the Show:      

This week, join us as we revisit our episode on Third Party: Employer Liability as a refresher! Original Air Date: April 16, 2021 A tortfeasor goes on a donut run driving the company car and causes an accident with your insured.  Can the insured - or her insurance company - also recover damages from the company?  The answer is, “it depends.” Rebecca and Steve return to explain the factors that turn an employee's actions from a frolic into a detour, a single liable tortfeasor into a viable claim against the employer, via the doctrine of respondeat superior.  What is within the course and scope of employment, when is an errand a frolic instead of a detour, and how can you prove this person was an employee in the first place? Listen to learn the tools you need to determine whether or not an employer has exposure when their employees cause damage both inside and outside the workplace.

How long would you retain a manager who indulges in the perks of leadership but ignores its responsibilities?In today's special episode, we shoot things up with Marisela Arechiga. For our first-ever live episode, we decided to start with a banger: we analyze the aftermath of the LA fires. From omissive leadership to questionable political choices, we look deeply into the negligent attitude of those in charge of looking after us and our responsibility as voters. Marisela co-founded Generation Home Improvements and is an Angelina mom and wife with a deeply rooted appreciation for her Latino heritage. As someone who builds sanctuary spaces for homeowners, watching homes being reduced to nothing especially hit her.Tune in to Episode 226 of Amiga, Handle Your Shit, and join us as we analyze where years of poor leadership have led us. You'll hear our thoughts on the need for proactivity to produce meaningful change, the urge for strong and responsible leadership, our need as Latinos to reevaluate our political affiliations, and much more.Episode Takeaways:New beginnings. Why start live recordings after five years? (1:10)Where did the whole disaster of LA start? (7:20)You can't succeed in a place that doesn't set you up for success (11:00)What's the price we pay for years of poor leadership? (14:10)Reevaluating our political choices (21:10)Change requires change. The importance of community and connection in creating meaningful change (26:40)Connect with Marisela Arechiga:InstagramNew Generation Home Improvements WebsiteNew Generation Home Improvements InstagramLet's Connect!WebsiteFacebookInstagramLinkedInJackie Tapia Arbonne websiteBuy The Amiga Way's Book Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Don D and Bigg Doom are Back With Another One! First, We Start with Concert Seats, Casanova is home, Our Target Audience, and Lifeguard Charged for Negligence! Then, We Move On To Sex Workers make Everything Cringey, Specific Thirst Tweets, and Origin of The Word Partner. We End With Head Protocol, Stop Snitching Initiative & More!

A night out turned into a nightmare in North Macedonia. On Sunday morning a fire ripped through a packed nightclub in the town of Kočani, killing at least 59 people and injuring over 150. The cause of this tragedy is a mix of reckless decisions, negligence, and corruption, an all-too-familiar pattern in the Balkans. But is this another wake up call? And will anyone actually be held accountable?Join us on our journey through the events that shape the European continent and the European Union.Production: By Europod, in co production with Sphera Network.Follow us on:LinkedInInstagram Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

- Is the Seahawks Offensive line philosophy bordering on negligence? - The Seahawks made an offer to Will Fries, but apparently weren't willing to offer 5 years and that's the only attempt we've heard about from John Schneider to shore up O line issues. - Did Scheider already revert back to his old ways and could his job be on this line? :30- The 49ers have blown up their roster, sending notable names out of town in order to pay Brock Purdy and we are here for the rebuild. :45- Tiger Woods just underwent surgery to repair a ruptured Achilles; could this be the injury that ends his career? Should he retire?

The Dean's List with Host Dean Bowen – Are we graduating students who can't read or write? A recent lawsuit filed by a Connecticut student from Hartford Public High School makes that very claim. Nationally, roughly 70 percent of 8th-grade students are not proficient in mathematics, writing, or reading comprehension. Unless the education system goes through a complete overhaul, America will continue to suffer...

In the wake of Larry Nassar's victims settling with the DOJ/FBI after it was found that they were derlict in their duty to protect those victims, people are asking when the FBI is going to do the right thing and take responsiblity for their negligence when it comes to Jeffrey Epstein?After years of being told that Jeffrey Epstein was a smarmy, disgusting, sicko, the FBI refused to do anything about it and let him continue to abuse women and girls by the hundreds.   Yet the FBI, even after taking responsibility for their inaction, has yet to come to the table to negotiate a settlement with the Epstein survivors, and now attorney Jordan Merson is demanding answers.(commercial at 8:48)to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comsource:FBI Ignores Jeffrey Epstein Victims After Larry Nassar Settlement (businessinsider.com)Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-epstein-chronicles--5003294/support.

In this episode of Copeland's Corner, host Brian Copeland returns after a brief hiatus due to sinus surgery and discusses current national issues with his guests Brian Malow and Blaine Capatch. The conversation covers various topics such as allergies, comedy memories, and a significant discussion on political and social issues, including statements by Illinois Governor JB Pritzker regarding the rise of authoritarianism and a debate on whether Trump's actions can be considered Nazi-like. The panel also talks about the impact of Trump's administration on federal agencies, the mobilization of the left, and the potential consequences of healthcare policy changes. They also hit on the topic of vaccination, especially the controversial stance of some parents not vaccinating their children and whether that constitutes criminal negligence. They wind things down with personal anecdotes and reflections on coping with the current political climate, mentions of upcoming events, and light-hearted topics, such as the future of James Bond films under Amazon's control.--Connect with our Guests...Blaine Capatch: Nerd Poker PodcastBrian Malow: ScienceComedian.com  & @ScienceComedian on IG --For more from Brian...Visit his website: www.BrianCopeland.comFollow on Social Media: Instagram - @CopelandsCorner & @BrianCopieEmail: BrianCopelandShow@Gmail.com --Copeland's Corner is Created, Hosted, & Executive Produced by Brian Copeland. This Show is Recorded & Mixed by Charlene Goto with Go-To Productions. Visit Go-To Productions for all your Podcast & Media needs.Our Booking Producer is Tom Sawyer. For any show inquiries, please email CopelandsCornerPodcast@gmail.com

Carson has a stash of reusable water bottles next to his side of the bed. Each of them has water inside. But, Carson isn't drinking the water! Alana wants this old water to go. But Carson says that it is still drinkable! He'll drink it…eventually! Who's right? Who's wrong?We are on TikTok and YouTube! Follow us on both @judgejohnhodgmanpod! Follow us on Instagram @judgejohnhodgman.Thanks to reddit user u/banjo_solo for naming this week's case! To suggest a title for a future episode, keep an eye on the Maximum Fun subreddit at reddit.com/r/maximumfun! Judge John Hodgman is audience supported! Join our members at maximumfun.org/join.

Sponsored by WatersEdge: Invest with purpose? With WatersEdge Kingdom Investments, you can! We offer great rates that multiply your resources and build churches. Learn more at: https://bit.ly/3CxWtFzTop headlines for Friday, February 21, 2025In this episode, we discuss pro-life advocacy groups and Catholic bishops voicing their opposition to former President Donald Trump's executive order aimed at expanding access to in-vitro fertilization and the ethical concerns it raises. We'll also explore The New York Times' reports on inadequate care at Planned Parenthood, fueling the ongoing debate and calls to defund the organization. Also, we cover the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services' recent decision to eliminate gender ideology from its policies, firmly recognizing only two sexes—a move that has sparked significant discussion and controversy. Subscribe to this PodcastApple PodcastsSpotifyGoogle PodcastsOvercastFollow Us on Social Media@ChristianPost on TwitterChristian Post on Facebook@ChristianPostIntl on InstagramSubscribe on YouTubeGet the Edifi AppDownload for iPhoneDownload for AndroidSubscribe to Our NewsletterSubscribe to the Freedom Post, delivered every Monday and ThursdayClick here to get the top headlines delivered to your inbox every morning!Links to the NewsPro-life groups raise concerns about Trump's IVF executive order | PoliticsJD Vance blasts attacks on masculinity: 'androgynous idiots' | PoliticsNYT exposes negligence at Planned Parenthood clinics | PoliticsHHS drops 'gender ideology,' says there are only two sexes | PoliticsParents oppose book featuring nudity, BDSM in NY school district | EducationChristopher Yuan's nonprofit sues tech company, alleges religious | BusinessTD Jakes denies claims he ‘harbored carnal desires' for men | Church & Ministries

Join David and I as we take you through the horrors and lore of the iconic 1939 film: The Wizard of Oz. As always,  Thank you for joining us-- If you enjoyed this episode, don't forget to subscribe and leave a review.You can check out all episodes and shop merch at thecocoshow.comWell see you Next tuesday byeeeeee

Welcome to this super-charged, explosive  episode of Light ‘Em Up.We're currently being downloaded in 119 countries.  We tackle the topics that touch your lives!On this episode we examine how our First Amendment (freedom of speech) and due process rights can be stripped from us and violated in a rapid series of cascading events that ultimately put our freedom and liberties in grave jeopardy.We travel to Michigan to speak with our special guest, Alison Reedy, the mother of young Dillon Reedy.The following events unfolded at Huron High School in New Boston, Michigan on December 8th, 2021.This is a case that every parent of any school child anywhere across the nation should be extremely concerned about.Imagine sending your 14-year-old son to school in the morning and by the afternoon he's been arrested, never Mirandized (according to his mother) taken in hand cuffs to the juvenile detention facility where he was processed into the system and issued a state (juvenile) criminal ID number — and forced to submit to a mugshot — ALL for something he did not do.The fact pattern showed that in a brief conversation with another student in class, Dillon was accused by the classroom teacher of making a terroristic threat to “shoot up” the school.The teacher incorrectly overheard what she thought was a threat. She later allegedly admitted that she never herself felt threatened, according to Alison.From there, common sense went AWOL.Dillon was “in big trouble”— the school secretary said to his mom — when she called to inform Alison to come to the school immediately.  Wrongfully accused, wrongfully charged.   Let down by a host of adults who should have been able to understand the difference between a credible threat and one that was not credible.This is a textbook case of a “rush to judgment” by over half a dozen school, municipal and county professionals and politicians, as well as the Huron School Board, any of which should have known better than to proceed with this case.Initial news reports regarding this incident were defaming, libelous and salacious and most importantly WRONG! Alison maintains that the county prosecutor was “rogue” … as the county was in possession of evidence that exonerated her son — yet, they chose willingly to suppress and overlook those crucial facts.“Negligence on all sides, a biased expulsion hearing and two off-record plea deals,” Alison stated.No one desires to see any violence on any school campus.  However, this zero-tolerance policy for even uttering the words “shoot” or “gun” is an unconstitutional kneejerk reaction by the legislature and has led school administrators to make rash and very costly decisions concerning student discipline.The truth matters.  Facts matter.  Dillon Reedy's rights matter!If this happened to our guest and her son, certainly it can happen to you and your family.  After hearing the fact pattern in this case you'll ask yourself:—      Is this America?—      Is the First Amendment still intact and applicable?—      How can abuses such as this take place, everyday across our nation?Tune in to hear all of the explosive details. Follow our sponsors:  Newsly & Feedspot.You can follow Alison on Facebook.  Her group is called:  My Son on the Alter.To vigorously defend against these false allegations this process has been a tremendous financial burden to her and her family.  On top of the legal bills, she is attempting to raise funds for her son -- who maintains a 3.6 GPA -- so that he can realize his dream of going to college in Utah for computer science.Link to the GoFundMe Page. We want to hear from you!

Director Beasy Jones, Big Stevo (producer and co-writer), actor Reginald Walker, and Charles Burgees (writer of the film) all skip class with Lalaa Shepard of The Progress Report to speak about their roles in their newly released film ‘Negligence' now streaming for free on Tubi! 

Nearly seven million Americans, about one in nine people over the age of 65, live with Alzheimer's. It's a heartbreaking disease for those afflicted and the 11 million loved ones who are taking care of them. But despite decades of research and countless promises of a breakthrough, there are no significant treatments to stop the cognitive decline. While mortality rates for other leading causes of death like cancer and heart disease have gone down, Alzheimer's death rates continue to rise. In his new book “Doctored” investigative reporter Charles Piller makes the case that a wide web of fraud, greed and negligence – from individual scientists to the FDA – has derailed the search for a cure or treatment. And, he says the scientific establishment's belief in one hypothesis of the disease, despite the lack of progress, has shut out other promising avenues. We'll talk with Piller about his new book and what it reveals about Alzheimer's research and the broader science landscape. Guests: Charles Piller, investigative journalist, Science magazine; author, "Doctored: Fraud, Arrogance and Tragedy in the Quest to Cure Alzheimer's"

Host Ricky Sacks is joined by co-host Sean Butler and PA Sport Reporter and Tottenham Hotspur Correspondent George Sessions as we discuss the latest developments in this January transfer window and also preview Spurs' Europa League game against TSG 1899 Hoffenheim. An Independent Multi-Award Winning Tottenham Hotspur Fan Channel (Podcast) providing instant post-match analysis and previews to every single Spurs match along with a range of former players, managers & special guests. Whilst watching our content we would greatly appreciate if you can LIKE the video and SUBSCRIBE to the channel, along with leaving a COMMENT below. - DIRECT CHANNEL INFORMATION: - Media/General Enquiries: lastwordonspurs@outlook.com - SOCIALS: * Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/LastWordOnSpurs * Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/LastWordOnSpurs * Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LastWordOnSpurs * YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/LastWordOnSpurs *Threads: https://www.threads.net/@lastwordonspurs *BlueSky: https://bsky.app/profile/lastwordonspurs.bsky.social WEBSITE: www.lastwordonspurs.com #THFC #TOTTENHAM #TRANSFERS Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

In this episode of The Standard of Care Podcast, Samantha Johnson and Nick Adams tackle a harrowing real-life EMS case involving a catastrophic ambulance fire in Honolulu, Hawaii. A routine oxygen tank switch turned deadly, sparking conversations around scene safety, equipment maintenance, and the legal standards EMS providers face. Explore the chilling details, from the moment the fire erupted to the ensuing lawsuit against EMS providers and manufacturers. This case shines a spotlight on the intersection of clinical practice and legal implications, offering critical insights for providers at every level.Listen now on your favorite podcast platform or at FlightBridgeED.com. While you're there, explore our award-winning courses designed to elevate your practice and recertification goals. Key TakeawaysAdvanced Insight: The importance of maintaining oxygen equipment, understanding contamination risks (e.g., oil or grease in oxygen regulators), and mitigating dangers in oxygen-rich environments.Practical Tip: Always ensure proper protocol when switching oxygen tanks, such as turning off regulators during transitions and verifying equipment cleanliness.Foundational Learning: Scene safety remains paramount—never compromise personal safety when responding to emergencies, regardless of perceived public expectations.

“If you thought I was annoyingly political before these fires destroyed LA you're really gonna be annoyed by me now,” writes comedian Jeff Dye. “This is why Californians pay the highest taxes: So that their government can completely fail them in their time of need.” Jeff Dye is a nationally touring comedian, actor, and host who has appeared on NBC's “Better Late Than Never” and multiple episodes of “The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon.” His comedy special “The Last Cowboy in LA” was filmed at Nashville's Electric Jane. Dye hosted over 130 episodes of FOX's “Who the Bleep is That?” and starred in shows including “The Masked Singer,” “Girl Code,” and NBC's “I Can Do That.” His albums “Dumb is Gooder” and “Live from Madison” reached Billboard's top 10 comedy charts. Find more at https://jeffdye.com and follow him at https://x.com/jeffdye Joel Pollak is Senior Editor-at-Large and In-house Counsel at Breitbart News. Born in South Africa and educated at Harvard, he holds degrees in Social Studies, Environmental Science, and Law. Pollak served as chief speechwriter for the Leader of the Opposition in South Africa's Parliament and completed an MA in Jewish Studies at the University of Cape Town. He's the author of “The Agenda: What Trump Should Do in His First 100 Days“. Follow him at https://x.com/joelpollak 「 SUPPORT OUR SPONSORS 」 Find out more about the brands that make this show possible and get special discounts on Dr. Drew's favorite products at https://drdrew.com/sponsors  • FATTY15 – The future of essential fatty acids is here! Strengthen your cells against age-related breakdown with Fatty15. Get 15% off a 90-day Starter Kit Subscription at https://drdrew.com/fatty15 • PALEOVALLEY - "Paleovalley has a wide variety of extraordinary products that are both healthful and delicious,” says Dr. Drew. "I am a huge fan of this brand and know you'll love it too!” Get 15% off your first order at https://drdrew.com/paleovalley • THE WELLNESS COMPANY - Counteract harmful spike proteins with TWC's Signature Series Spike Support Formula containing nattokinase and selenium. Learn more about TWC's supplements at https://twc.health/drew 「 MEDICAL NOTE 」 Portions of this program may examine countervailing views on important medical issues. Always consult your physician before making any decisions about your health. 「 ABOUT THE SHOW 」 Ask Dr. Drew is produced by Kaleb Nation (https://kalebnation.com) and Susan Pinsky (https://twitter.com/firstladyoflove). This show is for entertainment and/or informational purposes only, and is not a substitute for medical advice, diagnosis, or treatment. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Lack of preparedness. Forestry mismanagement. Water mis-prioritization. And political failures at the highest levels...Jillian Michaels unpacks the latest wildfire catastrophe in Los Angeles with two powerhouse journalists - Michael Shellenberger and Ana Kasparian. What or who caused these fires and could this unmitigated disaster have been mitigated? Reservoirs were inexplicably drained during peak fire season. Hydrants weren't working properly. Mismanaged evacuation orders led to gridlock, forcing terrified residents to flee on foot while meter maids continued writing parking tickets just miles away. Fire department budgets were slashed. Crucial bills, designed to enable life-saving prescribed burns, were vetoed by Governor Gavin Newsom. And Mayor Karen Bass focused on optics as critical infrastructure collapsed. Negligence? Corruption? It's time to find out. In this show we're tearing apart the political and systemic failures that created a catastrophic inferno. This is about more than Los Angeles—this is a warning for every community grappling with leadership unfit to manage crisis.Follow Jillian on IG: @JillianMichaelsDon't forget to subscribe to the podcast for free wherever you're listening or by using this link: https://bit.ly/KeepingItRealwithJillianMichaelsWatch Keeping It Real on YouTube: https://bit.ly/KeepingItRealwithJillianMichaels Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoicesSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Lack of preparedness. Forestry mismanagement. Water mis-prioritization. And political failures at the highest levels...Jillian Michaels unpacks the latest wildfire catastrophe in Los Angeles with two powerhouse journalists - Michael Shellenberger and Ana Kasparian. What or who caused these fires and could this unmitigated disaster have been mitigated? Reservoirs were inexplicably drained during peak fire season. Hydrants weren't working properly. Mismanaged evacuation orders led to gridlock, forcing terrified residents to flee on foot while meter maids continued writing parking tickets just miles away. Fire department budgets were slashed. Crucial bills, designed to enable life-saving prescribed burns, were vetoed by Governor Gavin Newsom. And Mayor Karen Bass focused on optics as critical infrastructure collapsed. Negligence? Corruption? It's time to find out. In this show we're tearing apart the political and systemic failures that created a catastrophic inferno. This is about more than Los Angeles—this is a warning for every community grappling with leadership unfit to manage crisis. Follow Jillian on IG: @JillianMichaels Don't forget to subscribe to the podcast for free wherever you're listening or by using this link: https://bit.ly/KeepingItRealwithJillianMichaels Watch Keeping It Real on YouTube: https://bit.ly/KeepingItRealwithJillianMichaels Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

00:00 Introducing Guest Alex Tome and Unrevealed Insights 03:10 The OJ Simpson Case: A New Perspective 05:53 The Role of Public Opinion and Justice 09:08 Evidence and Its Implications 11:53 Investigating the Crime Scene 14:50 Theories and Suspects 18:08 Conspiracy or Negligence? 20:58 The Blood Evidence and Its Controversies 23:54 The Role of the Coroner and Forensics 26:52 Theories of Involvement: Family and the Mob 30:12 Debating the Evidence and Theories 37:45 The Legal Battle and Media Frenzy 39:11 Charlie Ehrlich's Perspective and Lawsuit 41:08 Threats and Legal Maneuvering 43:04 The Search for Truth in the O.J. Case 45:57 Unraveling the Evidence and DNA Mystery 49:35 Connecting with O.J. Simpson 52:30 The Downfall of a Celebrity: O.J.'s Perspective 55:43 Faye Resnick and the Drug Connection 01:00:26 The 911 Call and Its Implications 01:07:06 The Night of the Murders: A New Theory 01:14:52 The Aftermath and O.J.'s Acquittal 01:15:22 The Evidence and Its Implications 01:20:10 OJ's Perspective and Public Image 01:25:55 Theories and Speculations 01:31:40 The Role of Media and Public Perception 01:37:42 Connections to Other Murders and Investigations 01:43:54 Conspiracy Theories and Truth-Seeking In this episode, Daniel and Amanda, along with guest Alex Tome delve into the OJ Simpson case, exploring new insights and theories that challenge the conventional narrative. They discuss the implications of public opinion, the role of evidence, and the potential for negligence or conspiracy within the investigation. The conversation highlights the complexities of the case, including the significance of blood evidence and the involvement of various suspects, ultimately questioning the integrity of the justice system. This conversation delves into the complexities surrounding the O.J. Simpson case, focusing on the legal battles, media narratives, and personal accounts from those involved. It highlights the ongoing lawsuit involving Charlie Ehrlich, the threats faced by individuals connected to the case, and the search for truth amidst sensationalism. The discussion also explores the implications of DNA evidence, the role of Faye Resnick, and the chilling 911 call made by Nicole Brown Simpson. Ultimately, it presents a new theory regarding the night of the murders and the aftermath of O.J.'s acquittal. This conversation delves into the complexities surrounding the OJ Simpson murder trial, exploring the evidence presented, the implications of OJ's public image, and the various theories that have emerged over the years. The discussion highlights the racial divide in public perception, the influence of media, and the connections to other unsolved murders. Ultimately, it raises questions about truth-seeking in a world filled with conspiracy theories and the challenges of discerning fact from fiction. OJ Simpson EXPERT Reveals SHOCKING New Evidence!  Check out my MasterClass: https://www.masterclass.com/classes/d... Use PROMO CODE KIDPOKER20 to get 20% off at https://contendersclothing.com/?rfsn=... Check out my MANIA Podcast at https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast​... and subscribe on iTunes. Follow Me, Daniel Negreanu, Online Here: https://linktr.ee/dnegspoker https://twitter.com/RealKidPoker https://www.instagram.com/dnegspoker/ https://www.facebook.com/DNegsPoker

Desperate To Hide His Criminal Negligence, Gov. Newsom Demands Biden Admin Censor Elon Musk & Others Exposing How He Blocked State & Local Fire Mitigation Programs In California!

In this episode of the BulkLoads Podcast, guest Steve Miller from Reliant Transportation gets into the crucial role of Standard Operating Procedures in bulk transportation, the nuances of contractual liability, and the necessity of proactive risk management. He highlights the escalating stakes in shippers' contract demands and the importance of specialized insurance advice for effective decision-making. Watch this episode on YouTube & Subscribe! https://youtu.be/umhF7BdpOZQ 2025 Bulk Freight Conference  Free Video Shoot From BulkLoads? https://links.bulkloads.com/widget/form/bfbbWKvA8xQZJKKYfc2Z     2025 Bulk Freight Conference   Reliant Transportation: https://reliant-transportation.com/   How can we pray for you? Email us: prayer@bulkloads.com Check out our companies!  BulkLoads - https://www.bulkloads.com/ Insurance - https://www.bulkinsurancegroup.com/ Factoring - https://www.smartfreightfunding.com/  Transportation Management (TMS) - https://www.bulktms.com/ Permitting- https://www.bulkloads.com/tools/permitting/   Timestamp: 00:00 Steve and I connect over insurance industry discussions. 05:19 Shippers seek more liability coverage in contracts. 07:19 Contractual liability insurance protects motor carriers. 12:10 Unrealistic insurance demands on motor carriers. 17:00 Hidden contract clauses cause insurance carrier tensions. 20:42 Risk management crucial for protecting family assets. 21:39 Progressive removing wetness exclusion from coverage. 27:20 Choose a knowledgeable, specialized trucking agent. 29:35 Industry issue: load contamination remains problematic. 33:00 Discuss cargo policy proactively to avoid liability. 36:43 Join the bulk freight conference this April. 40:59 Reviewed contract, provided insights for client's understanding. 42:19 Sign up now for upcoming conference event. 45:21 Subscribe, share, and support the Bulk Loads podcast.

Marc Ang, Resident of San Bernardino County. He went to school at Pepperdine in Malibu. "Wildfires ... Due To Gross Negligence From Newsom and California Government"

Jon wraps the show talking about the fires in California and whether there could be criminal negligence with CA politicians.

War RoomThe Truth About the California Fires: Intentional Incompetence or Criminal Negligence

Family Meeting @ St. Athanasius Coptic Orthodox Church -Pensacola, FL ~ December 29, 2024