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“God said, give 'em drum machines—and see what happens.” That's the dream Mike Huckaby shared, and it's the heartbeat of God Said Give 'Em Drum Machines, the acclaimed documentary by Detroit filmmaker Kristian Hill that restores techno's true story—deeply rooted in Black Detroit creativity, culture, and resilience. “We had a grocery store on Hastings Street. My grandfather ran numbers,” Hill recalls, grounding his storytelling in generations of Detroit legacy, from his grandmother Mabel White teaching home economics at Kettering and cooking for Aretha Franklin, to DJing with friends like Al Ester and parking cars outside Cheeks while legends like Jeff Mills and Stacey Hale spun inside. The film traces the untold journey of techno's pioneers—Juan Atkins, Kevin Saunderson, Derrick May, Eddie Fowlkes, Blake Baxter, and Santonio Echols—as Hill and his team follow the music from Detroit to Amsterdam, Japan, South Africa, and even Nizhny Novgorod, Russia, where locals called it “the Detroit of Russia” and clubs pulsed with Detroit's sound. “We got the stars,” Hill says, referring to the Belleville Three and others, “but nobody ever tells the story.” Fueled by years of footage and shaped in long, late-night edit sessions, the documentary is not only a cinematic reclaiming of techno's Black roots but a personal odyssey of creative purpose. “It's not just a link. It's an experience,” Hill emphasizes, reminding audiences that this is more than a movie—it's Detroit history set to a beat that moved the world. Detroit is Different is a podcast hosted by Khary Frazier covering people adding to the culture of an American Classic city. Visit www.detroitisdifferent.com to hear, see and experience more of what makes Detroit different. Follow, like, share, and subscribe to the Podcast on iTunes, Google Play, and Sticher. Comment, suggest and connect with the podcast by emailing info@detroitisdifferent.com
Bộ Ngoại giao Mỹ nói hôm 25/1 rằng họ đình chỉ các chương trình rà phá bom mìn trên toàn cầu trong ít nhất 3 tháng, sau khi chính quyền của Tổng thống Trump tuyên bố tạm dừng viện trợ cho nước ngoài trên diện rộng. Động thái này gây tác động đến Việt Nam và nhiều nước trên thế giới, New York Times và StratNews Global đưa tin hôm 28/1. Tin tức đáng chú ý khác: TP HCM kỳ vọng kiều hối đạt 10 tỷ USD năm 2025. 95 người chết vì tai nạn giao thông trong 4 ngày nghỉ Tết, từ 26 đến 29/12 âm lịch. Cơ sở dầu mỏ của Nga tại Nizhny Novgorod bốc cháy sau cuộc tấn công của Ukraine. Người dân Hàn Quốc lo lắng về việc đi máy bay sau vụ máy bay bốc cháy ở Busan. Microsoft điều tra xem nhóm liên kết với công ty khởi nghiệp TQ có lấy được dữ liệu OpenAI không. Máy bay phản lực Mỹ phá vỡ rào cản âm thanh trong nỗ lực khôi phục du lịch siêu thanh. LVMH cân nhắc mở rộng dấu ấn tại Hoa Kỳ khi CEO bày tỏ sự chán nản với Pháp.
Bộ Ngoại giao Mỹ nói hôm 25/1 rằng họ đình chỉ các chương trình rà phá bom mìn trên toàn cầu trong ít nhất 3 tháng, sau khi chính quyền của Tổng thống Trump tuyên bố tạm dừng viện trợ cho nước ngoài trên diện rộng. Động thái này gây tác động đến Việt Nam và nhiều nước trên thế giới, New York Times và StratNews Global đưa tin hôm 28/1. Tin tức đáng chú ý khác: TP HCM kỳ vọng kiều hối đạt 10 tỷ USD năm 2025. 95 người chết vì tai nạn giao thông trong 4 ngày nghỉ Tết, từ 26 đến 29/12 âm lịch. Cơ sở dầu mỏ của Nga tại Nizhny Novgorod bốc cháy sau cuộc tấn công của Ukraine. Người dân Hàn Quốc lo lắng về việc đi máy bay sau vụ máy bay bốc cháy ở Busan. Microsoft điều tra xem nhóm liên kết với công ty khởi nghiệp TQ có lấy được dữ liệu OpenAI không. Máy bay phản lực Mỹ phá vỡ rào cản âm thanh trong nỗ lực khôi phục du lịch siêu thanh. LVMH cân nhắc mở rộng dấu ấn tại Hoa Kỳ khi CEO bày tỏ sự chán nản với Pháp.
We discuss the latest from the Russia-Ukraine war as Ukraine admits to attempting to strike a nuclear power plant in Russia’s Nizhny Novgorod region. Also on the programme: we consider whether the West can keep up with China’s advances in its artificial-intelligence capabilities. Then: Donald Trump’s administration invites podcasters and social-media influencers to press briefings at the White House. Plus: Japanese convenience store FamilyMart introduces a sole manager system.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Massiccio attacco di droni ucraini sulla Russia. Secondo Mosca sono stati abbattuti nella notte più di cento droni che hanno causato danni ad abitazioni, infrastrutture e il ferimento di almeno una persona. Un incendio sarebbe divampato in una raffineria nella regione russa di Nizhny Novgorod. Mentre Kiev sostiene di aver respinto un pesante attacco di droni russi sul suo territorio. Nel frattempo, Vladimir Putin torna a escludere negoziati di pace diretti con Volodymir Zelensky.Iscriviti e segui "Notizie dall'Ucraina": YouTube: https://bit.ly/3FqWppn Spreaker: https://bit.ly/42g2ONG Apple Podcasts: https://apple.co/3JE1OMi Spotify: https://spoti.fi/40bpm0v Amazon Music: https://amzn.to/40HVQ37 Audible: https://bit.ly/4370ARc Resta in contatto con noi: https://www.adnkronos.com/ https://x.com/Adnkronos https://www.facebook.com/AgenziaAdnKronos https://www.instagram.com/adnkronos_/ Ph: AFP Musiche su licenza Machiavelli Music. AdKey:zP-94qNWQqj3XM
The Hoes and Bitches Need A Champion.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. ‘Once you go Black, you don't go back; unless you are an Amerindian, Arabic, Asian, Black, Indian, Latina, or White girl, or guy who has tried Black, then found sexual fulfillment with a non-Black person and created a blissful relationship with them'Introduction:Right off the bat, be warned that I'm using the 'N' words, nigger, niggah, my niggah, plus homie, thug, coon, buck, spook, spade and whatever other crude racial slurs that come to mind. This story plays to both Black and White stereotypes.Lastly, this story is rather flippant with the entire concept of sexual assault. Those who have red my previous tales know this is not my attitude at all. For the sake of this genre I had to grapple with the concept of forcing a woman and 'making them love that cock'Prelude:My tale begins as the Winter Man Saga 1300 years ago, about the year 700 AD. One small clan of my Swedish ancestors lost a brutal feud with their neighbors. Their farms were burned, animals slaughtered and their women and children taken as slaves. Only three young brother-warriors survived, wounded but unconquered. The victors chased them high into the mountains when a terrible winter storm struck.The three brothers were trudging across a glacier between the mountain peaks in Whiteout conditions. The lead brother stepped into a crevasse and slid to the bottom of the glacier. Not giving up on their last kinsman, the other two slid down into the darkness after him. At the roots of that glacier they found an ice cavern formed by snow that fell 100,000 years ago.They melted the ice for water with their body heat and in doing so, unleashed a demoness (virus) that no man had ever known and survived. The three men grew very sick, but their fierce desire for vengeance kept them from succumbing. When they emerged from their icy tomb, they discovered that several of their pursuers had frozen to death in the blizzard and the rest had returned to their stolen homes and purloined lands, thinking the three brothers were dead.In the dark of the long northern night, they snuck upon the Great Hall of their enemies. When one of the brothers saw his 'former' wife doing a slave's work, he revealed himself to her. She rejoiced at the return of her love; physically, then brought the three table scraps to survive on. In the process, they learned that their sisters were also alive and the sexual playthings of their male nemeses.Due to the depth of winter, stealing back their womenfolk wasn't possible. They'd all freeze to death if they didn't starve first. To repay their enemy's wickedness, one of the brother's snapped and raped one of the chief's daughters. He was possessed with an unearthly desire and held her in a stable for hours. Only when he was utterly spent did he fall asleep.She ran to her father and returned with many warriors. So the first of the brothers was taken. He was tortured and abused. For three long nights he suffered at the hands of his captors yet refused to admit any of his other brothers were still alive. After that third night, the chief's daughter sneaked past the sleeping guards of the chained man, and raped him.For the next five nights, while her father, brothers and husband slept, she raped and raped and raped that brother. On the fifth night, a sister-in-law caught her at it. The daughter pled for the other to spare her; that the man's sexual prowess had ensnared her. She even challenged her kinswoman to sample the 'fruit' before turning her in. Five women later, the brother cracked and told the women how to find his brothers.The night after the Spring Equinox Celebrations, the women of their enemy rose up and slaughtered all their adult menfolk at the behest of the three brothers, on the conditions that their youngest sons be spared and that the men continue to share their favors with all the womenfolk (who were not their kin).The Sammi ClanThe isolated region of the land of the Swedes kept my ancestors out of contact with the wider world for some time. Many generations later, a son of that clan came to lead a band of (female) Finns. His Swedish name is forgotten. The Finns called him Sami (the Exalted One, no shit). He and this band took to fur trading along the Eastern tributaries of the Volga.In time, this group became identified with the Varangian. The Sons of Sami intermarried with the Slavs, becoming Slavicized and the Sons of Sami became Samsonovs. They followed the Rus expansion into the eastern tributaries of the Volga reaching Nizhny Novgorod in the 10th century.Then came the Mongol Conquest, the Tartar Yoke, Rus reunification and the Russian drive across Siberia. The Samsonovs remained tightly clannish and uncomfortable in urban settings. That wanderlust led them across the Bering Straits into Alaska where their genetic abnormality, the gift of that ancient demoness (virus), slumbered in isolation and monogamy.After a thousand years, the tales of mass orgies with strange women and protective female war bands faded into obscurity. Then my Mom, the brilliant, driven eccentric came along. Once she became enraptured with her own Samsonov lover, she had to know the secret of Samsonov men's sexual prowess.With her burning intellect and educational background, she eventually figured it out. She was also amoral enough to keep the knowledge to herself and vengeful enough to plan to use our curse as a weapon.My Living Family· Father, Nikolay 'Nik' Samsonov;· Mother, Gayle Fonteneau Samsonov;· The Triplets, Alexander 'Alex', Mikhail and Vladimir 'Vlad'; that's me.Sitting at the dinner table, I protested; ‘Mom, You actually expect me to believe my Father, Brothers and I have the genetic capability to addict every woman we have sex with to our schlongs? That's nuts!'Mom retorted; ‘As opposed to thinking the color, length and girth of a phallus makes any woman lose all sense of loyalty, morality and decorum so she can become a man's sex sleeve, whore, bitch, property? Yes, I do.'The lives of my family took an unexpected detour in the spring of this year. My great-aunt Matilda (Mattie) died and willed her estate to Mom. I had never met the woman while she was alive yet in death she would have a profound effect on all our lives. Mom's family was a mess; a crowded dingy with a madhouse of odd characters.Lionel was my eldest maternal uncle. He was a Big, Bulging Brain working as a Chief Technical Advisor for NASA; a solitary crusader for all Mankind. What was he a technical advisor for? If anything left terra firma for more than fifteen seconds, he knew every detail about it. That included volcanic eruptions too. When we were younger, he invited us to various volcanoes (both above and beneath the waves). Great guy.Cassius, my second uncle, was serving time in Indonesia for piracy. Mom said he was meaner than every saltwater crocodile that ever lived. The two times I'd met him, he'd been a lean, happy laconic kind of guy with a love for military history. Mom said he was a charismatic rebel who was possessed by an obsession to defy authority in all its forms.Dido was child number three; my Mom's older sister, married to an Evangelical Televangelist in Nebraska under an assumed name, Paula Richmond. She also had a MD in Psychiatry and a Master's in Public Communications (under her real name), which she kept secret from the fundamentalist congregation. The few times we met; she was the perfect mother. Secretly, we three sons wished she'd been our mother instead of our real mother. Mom said Aunt Dido was a master manipulator and wielded a cruel whip;Then there was Mom's twin, Uncle Theo, who never lived in one place, traveled all around the globe and had every law enforcement agency in the civilized world looking for him. We always receiving presents from him during all the normal holidays; like Michaelmas, Holy Week, the start of Lent, Martinmas (his favorite) and our birthdays; which arrived at random, unrelated times of the year and never from the same location.He was the only one we'd never met, but the one Mom loved the most. Dad suspected he was a narco-trafficker while Mom insisted he was too paranoid to be considered reliable for that line of work. Mom told us he'd spent his formative years killing people for Uncle Sam until one day he simply walked away from Fort Bragg and became an independent contractor.The Defense Department sent some fine, brave men from Joint Special Operation Command, to talk to Mom every few months. They made sure not to trip over the CIA and Homeland Security types who occasionally staked out our house. We boys guessed they came around every time Uncle Theo assassinated people. Mom taught us how to appreciate them in an elaborate ritual she called 'April Fool's, which became an 'any day of the year' activity.My Mom's father (I never met the guy) was a leader of a cult in Nevada. He went down, guns blazing during a DEA raid. Apparently his interests included both harems and marijuana production.Mom's mom? She left my Mother outside a dive bar in San Diego and was never seen again. She had doctorates in Biology and Physics as well as the reputation for being a certifiable Space Cadet. Mom insisted her mom hadn't abandoned her, she'd simply forgotten where she left her youngest daughter who was 15 at the time.After five days, Mom decided to join an Alternative Rock band instead of looking for the lady yet again. Seven years later, she was declared legally dead; though all her offspring believed she was still alive; somewhere; doing something.Then you had Dad's family. We had some characters on that side of the family, just not like Mom's. For starters, Samsonovs were bred for law enforcement. We'd been arresting bad guys since the 1500's. We'd been doing that in Alaska since the time of the tsars. When the Alaskan Territory was sold to the United States; well, my ancestors simply started writing their reports in English instead of Russian.Over the centuries, we had bagged serial killers, smugglers, poachers, drug dealers, domestic abusers and thieves. Mostly they arrested drunks and wackos. My Great Grandfather Petrov was a law enforcement legend in Alaska. Alone, he ran down a pack of murderous robbers in the dead of winter before they made it to 'safety' in the Yukon Territory.In the spring, they found them frozen solid, him leading five men, he recorded in his journal he'd killed the other three while apprehending the gang, back in chains. That pretty much defined the nature of my Father's family, no too many stellar geniuses, but always relentless past all norms of endurance and reason. The moment females were allowed in law enforcement, the womenfolk joined the profession.My Aunt Iliana was in the Coast Guard, that made her the 'Black sheep' in this clan. Taking the law out to the high seas was about as wild as Dad's family got. Dad was pretty much the standard issue for my kin. Big, Dad was 6' 5' and 290 lbs., and about as imaginative as a glacier. Why Mom married Dad had long been a mystery to his sons.Don't get me wrong. I loved my Dad, but the man used a grand total of twenty different sentences his entire life. The fewer words he had to speak, the happier he was. He was a nice guy, never drinking too much and I'd never seen him lose his temper. He smiled, was unerringly polite and had always been helpful and playful with us kids from our earliest memories.Grandpa, my great-aunts and -uncles, my aunts, uncles and cousins by blood were the exact same way. I mean that quite literally. We all pretty much looked alike as well. Those who married, married eccentrics. In our regular family get-togethers that translated over to the blood kin in one room saying and doing nothing (we were already cluing into some sort of primitive telepathy) and being very happy that way, while the married relations were in another room packing on the lunacy.There was no middle ground; you were either a silent, brooding peak in the Samsonov mountain range, or the aurora borealis. That left me and my brothers, we were triplets, in a precarious position. We looked like smaller versions of our Dad (we were still growing) yet were totally at the mercy of our Mother most of our young lives. Recall what I said about eccentrics and lunatic behavior. Mom was the Queen of the Asylum.Mom quickly fell in love with 'things' and she loved doing those things with family. Since Dad worked long hours, family meant my brothers and me. We could make passable pottery by age seven. Krav Maga? Screw this 'driving to some dojo in Anchorage' crap. Mom signed us up for a two week course in Israel and online lessons for a year. Archery, check. Rewiring our house and refitting all the plumbing, check.The three of us were SCA squires at age 12. Pleading to Dad was pointless. He'd smile, mess up our hair and remind us these excursions made our Mother happy aka he wasn't going to help us have normal lives. We had some ex-Green Beret guys teach us outdoor survival skills in Wyoming. We could pull wool, make thread and knit a set of pants and sweaters.I and my brothers had to memorize 1200 medically useful plants before we could get our Christmas presents when we were 14. We free-climbed mountains, ran 10Kms, kayaked, were proficient seamen on a sailing ship and learned how to navigate by the Sun, Moon and stars. Around the age of 15, we figured out that Mom had a ton of money squirreled away. There was no way Dad, with his civil servant's salary, could afford all this crazy shit.By the age of 18 we had such a crazy patchwork set of skills, we weren't sure what we would end up doing with our lives; though tracking down Uncle Theo and living a life on the run was looking more attractive every month. What we didn't have were great social lives. We all had girlfriends at one time, or another, but they never lasted.Right before any of us were about to get serious with any girl in high school, my Mom dragged us off; to things like a five day course on Renaissance artwork in Milan; that's Italy. We had to learn to speak Italian in three days, plus during the flight over. Mom made it easy for us. We could only speak Italian the entire time. Doing that at school was 'fun'. Dad? He smiled and said nothing for three days.Welcome to the Fonteneau House, Kingston, ArkansasAnyway, Mom's Great-aunt Mattie kicked the bucket and left her vast fortune in northwestern Arkansas to my Mom. The old bird hated the rest of the nutjobs in the clan, but adored my Mom (and Theo). Upon receiving the news, my brothers and I began thinking the same thing: banjo lessons, redneck stunts and girls in Daisy Dukes. By 'fortune' we were thinking a ramshackle Ozark shack sitting on a mountain top.Nope. Great-aunt Mattie was loaded. In fact, Mom's whole family had tons of money. They'd made a killing, quite literally, during the White expansion westward using various despicable means. They'd even been cursed by an entire Indian Tribe for bilking them off their land. Mom's family blamed that malediction for their bizarre behavior.That Arkansas home was actually the summer residence for the Fonteneau clan from a hundred years ago. Along with the palatial residence came thousands upon thousands of acres spread over a quarter of the state (and some land in Texas, Missouri and Oklahoma too).Tara, or the Biltmore estate, it was not, but it certainly had pretensions. It was a wide and roomy, rambling Victorian structure. The house proper (there were two barns, a stable, storage sheds, two garages, one attached and the other stand-alone, semi-attached servant quarters and four outlying hunting lodges) abutted the Kingston town limits.The place was big enough to require Mom to employ six staff;Phineas Cobb the third, an angry, sullen old White guy and his carbon-copy son, Phineas IV, were our two Wardens. That meant they took care of the outlying property which included hunting down poachers, interlopers and moonshiners (the competition, no doubt) and seeing to the upkeep of the various lodges, roads, trails and bridges around the place. Phineas the third and Mom; well, he cried and hugged Mom when he saw her, so we didn't know what to think of him and his son.Bebe Marston worked the stables and the twelve horses therein. She was a college dropout, White and 21; a woman at one of life's crossroads. Great Aunt Mattie brought her on a few months before she passed on. Bebe was a bit shy and distant around the menfolk. Mom treated Bebe like her long lost daughter; they got along fine.Thomas Freeman was the groundskeeper. Thomas seemed nice enough, a polite and somewhat deferential older Black man. I liked him. Mom fired him the moment the lawyer finished reading Maggie's Will. She believed the man was a back-biter, liar and a thief.Kamika Perry was the cook. She was a largish, plump Black woman with a large family in town. She was a tyrant in the kitchen but friendly and out-going everywhere else. She knew Mom from before; before what, we didn't know. She was close to Mom's age and was the niece of the former cook. She and Mom were cordial yet a tad formal.Nefertiti Cooke was the upstairs maid. She was a whip-tin attractive Black woman in her late-20s and joined Thomas heading out the door. Mom discharged her due to Nefertiti's sour attitude and general unwillingness to adhere to a work schedule.Anita Turner was our downstairs maid and overall manager of the other servants. Like Kamika, she knew Mom from her previous stay at the house, though Anita was already part of the staff back then. They acted like old friends though they understood the mistress-servant dynamics of their relationship.Mom solved our labor shortage by bringing in Mexicans (Hondurans actually). The two families divided up the nine rooms in the detached servants' quarters with Bebe, since Anita and Kamika lived in town and the Cobb's had their own cottage somewhere on the property.Hector Martinez became our new groundskeeper. He had a wife, Maria. Mom enrolled her in some online college courses so she could get a teaching license. They were both pretty young.Consuela Castro was our new upstairs maid. She was a single mother with a son, Gustavo (10), and a daughter, Isabo (6); they went to the local elementary school in town. Both families were very nice to us and seemed happy with their current circumstance. Since this job was their first go at being domestic servants, Mom told us to be patient and respectful while they learned the ropes from Anita and Mr. Cobb (only Mom could call him Phineas without pissing him off).My brothers and I, our Father, the Martinez's and the Castro's couldn't have predicted the shit-storm Mom was creating between our house and the dominant Black populace of Kingston along the great racial divide. The Hondurans had spent half their lives learning to keep their heads low when faced with discrimination. We didn't, nor did we know that Mom was acting with deliberate malice of forethought at that time.To help appreciate our understanding of the situation, we triplets had known a grand total of four Black people well enough to call them by their Christian names our entire lives. One was a crazy, older guy who had been a sniper at some point in his military career. By crazy, I meant he'd go off on tangents in mid conversation, or just stopping entirely. We all liked the guy.He and Granddad Samsonov were real tight. They'd served together in Vietnam and we boys suspected something bad had happened to them both, something which scarred and bound them together closer than brothers. He and Alexander went hunting all the time back in Alaska. All I knew was Morris (Grandpa's comrade-in-arms) was treated like family.That meant if Morris got in trouble, fifteen to twenty Samsonov's would show up to bail him out. That's what family meant. The other two were a retired Air Force couple, Parker and Mariana Carrington plus their infant William, that had moved in next door (that's 40 yards away in Alaska) when I was fourteen. They were in their early thirties and wanted to start a family. The woman had been pregnant with her second child when we left.My Mom and another neighbor trundled her off to a clinic during her first birth. Dad had driven fifty miles in a blizzard to get her husband, so he could witness his firstborn come into the world. The man worked as a fishing boat mechanic and had gotten stuck at work when his wife went into early labor. It was the Alaskan way to look after one another.I never much thought about minorities. There were nearly as many Native Alaskans attending my schools as White folk. The Natives knew my family going back eight generations. I had a few cousins who were 'First Peoples'. Minority? Majority? We were Alaskans and that was that.Again, I didn't think much about there being a social and economic racial crevasse when I showed up in Kingston, Arkansas. I probably would have been totally blind-sided about it if Dad hadn't done his due diligence and went to the Kingston Police Station and Davis County Sheriff's Office to report his status as an Alaskan State Trooper and register his firearms.Since we didn't know what to look for, we missed the obvious signs of trouble. The Black police officer that Dad talked to was; impolite. He informed Dad there would be no 'courtesy' given despite Dad's professionalism, i.e. he wasn't permitted to carry any of his licensed firearms. The Sheriff's department was very different.We met the Sheriff and the man got Dad to be about as verbose as I'd ever seen him. The Sheriff verified Dad's story, gave him a 90 Day permit for his sidearm and told him to make no never mind over the Town cops' hostility. He certainly seemed pleased Dad had three big, strong, strapping boys and gave Dad an application to join his department.That night, Dad informed us all at the dining room table he was considering the Sheriff's job offer. Mom was secretly pleased (like her sister, she IS an evil mastermind and master manipulator). Anita, Bebe and Kamika were eating with us as well, Mom insisted all the help do so (the Hondurans weren't with us yet), and I detected a hint of worry in their posture. I would have thought 'us' staying in the house, thus their continued employment, would be seen as a good thing.Welcome To Kingston.That night, over some late night cocoa, Mom gave the family the regional 4-1-1. Kingston was 75% Black, 20% White and 5% other. The rest of Davis County was 95% White and 5% Black and other. In Kingston, the Blacks ruled the town. All elected officials and police officers were Black. The Sheriff's department had a few Black officers, but was mostly White.It would have been all White except a combined lawsuit by Southern Poverty Law Center and N Double A CP, forced the County to 'integrate'. I asked the logical question: why hadn't the town been forced to integrate too? Mom told me that wasn't how things worked in the Lower 48. Here, Blacks couldn't discriminate; they could only be discriminated against.The Federal government said so. I was sensing shades of Uncle Theo in Mom's blanket assessment of things. My brothers and I were wrong. Mom was right. We were entering White Man's Hell aka Big Black Cock Country. Of course, Mom wasn't sadistic, or masochistic. She had a tidbit of knowledge no one this side of British Columbia was aware of, a Secret Weapon.Dad applied for and got the job of Senior Deputy, which riled some of the other (read: Black) deputies, but Dad's extensive experience and easy-going manner eased his entry into the unit. Mom remained Mom, an unconventional, beautiful, free-spirited kook. She made no effort to make friends. I was the boldest of the triplets so I asked her why.‘Do you know how your Father's family would rather hack of a hand than go back on their word?' she gazed at me intently. I nodded. When she said 'Father' instead of 'Dad', this was our cue that this was a Major Life lesson we had best memorize. ‘These people aren't like that. They will take that which is not theirs, break trusts, sully families and lie to your face.'‘These women are all bold-faced whores, cock-hungry tramps and sluts who get abortions because they don't know what color the daddy is. The males are either the kind of men who would sleep with those kinds of women, or gutless wonders who won't fight for their rights as boyfriends, brothers, fathers, fiancés and spouses.'‘This is a colored thing, right?' I guessed. I wanted to be wrong.‘Got it in one,' Mom patted me on the shoulder. ‘Most White men in town are spineless wimps, Black men jump on whatever cunt they can crack open and women of either color put up with it, even beg for it. I know because I was once like them.'‘You and Dad?' I worried. Mom gave a deep, hearty laugh.‘That is not going to be a problem, I promise you. The only man for me is your Father,' she smiled. ‘I had plenty of lovers before your Dad. Since one month after I met him, I've never been with another man, or woman, or even wanted one.' More than I wanted to know, but good news none the less.While we were moving in the small amount of belongs that had followed us from Arkansas, two Kingston cops stopped by to see what we were doing. I had spent my entire life around law enforcement who knew about me and my clan. They were always friends and people we could trust. Kingston PD was a rude awakening we weren't in Alaska anymore.They were brusque and intimidating. Their real purpose was to remind my family the house was part of the town, even if the back acreage was not. Mom snorted at their pale deception. She asked to see their warrant. They asked if there was some reason they might need one. Mom politely asked them to leave as they were trespassing.They basked in their defiance. What could Mom really do? If she went all redneck and produced a gun, they'd lock her up, pointing weapons at law enforcement was stupid. Sadly for the cops, familiarity breeds understanding too. Mom gave us the April Fools' signal. Alexander, our oldest triplet, moved the cargo truck so it blocked the officers' view of their patrol car.While Mom looked peeved, feeding the Black cops sense of empowerment, my youngest triplet Mikhail and I (Vladimir) stripped their car of all easily removable parts; the dash-cam went first. They wanted to loiter around on our property? We let them behave stupidly. We dumped the parts and our work gloves in a packing box and carried it right past them.We walked straight out the back too. There was a burning barrel which we made prompt use of, for the oily gloves and box. We had spares. Mikhail tended the fire as I picked up a broken cinder block, a heavy-duty trash bag and walked a few hundred yards to the bog near the creek that ran through our property, county land. The bag and contents went into the bog.I used a branch to make sure it sunk deep before returning. Cleaning off my boots with the outdoor hose completed my destruction of evidence. Ten minutes later a member of the Arkansas Highway Patrol stopped by to see what the problem was. Mom had called them before the sabotage had even begun. She didn't know these two personally, but she knew from earlier visits to her aunt that these two were going to give us 'attitude'.Calling the Sheriff's Department would only cause a standoff where the police had the upper hand, the whole town jurisdiction thing. By the time the HP arrived, Alexander had left with the truck so when the Highway Patrolman began expressing concern for my Mom's civil rights, the two buck butt-bandits made to leave. That didn't work out well for them.First came the circus of the discovery they were missing key parts of their vehicle and the lack of an explanation of how that had happened. Mom wouldn't let the town cops search her place. She happily let the Highway Patrolman (who happened to be Black too) look around. We'd used the hose and the burning barrel because moving was nasty, sweaty work, especially in the Arkansas summer heat.The two policemen blamed us, the triplets. Mom asked them when, in the cops thirty minute trespass, had her 'little angels' stolen the parts, why we would do such a criminal thing, and if they knew where the parts might be. The Highway patrolman was kind of curious about the length of their stay as well.The cops lied, Mom went inside and brought back the camcorder that had taken in the entire event. They were caught in the lie and all they could claim was the cargo truck had been strategically placed to block a visual to their car; as we unloaded our truck. Mom even got the Highway Patrolman to co-sign her complaint to the Arkansas State Police Criminal Investigations department.Mom knew this one wouldn't go anywhere. She had lived with cops long enough to know the value of building up a case file. Alexander was off returning the truck in another county, so he was safe. Mom called him and Dad so they could hook up before Alexander came home. She counted on the cops to be petty and they were.Alexander was on a motorcycle. When he got pulled, the city cops pulled in front of him. Dad stopped as well. Despite their continuing pressure to make Dad leave, they had no legal grounds to do so, he was Alexander's father, who would be responsible for Alex's ride if they took him into custody. Being an off-duty sheriff's deputy wasn't good enough, yet Dad's point was telling.Cops always pull up behind a suspect, not ahead of them unless they want to ignore the dash-cam evidence. Dad had pulled up in his Sheriff's vehicle behind Alexander and his dash-cam was recording everything. They let Alexander off with a Warning Ticket and departed giving father and son dirty looks. School was five days off. We checked out the property for two days. The third morning my brothers and I, on motorcycles, decided to explore Kingston.Having never before confronted such blatant racism, we weren't afraid, we were furious. We hadn't done anything to anybody. We were from Alaskan-Russian stock and had never owned a person ever, as far as we knew. We certainly weren't invested in this whole 'Black slavery, White guilt' issue. Those who gave us attitude about 'White privilege' didn't care for our counter, that saying all White people were alike was equally racist.As Mom had warned us, Black people couldn't be racist; just ask them. Mind you, many of the town's Black residents were friendly and helpful. They just weren't friendly enough to defend us from the 'haters'. At the end of the first day, Mikhail nearly got in a fight with five members of the Black post-high school crowd who were fucking with, and sitting on, our bikes.Where we came from, that was rude in the extreme. When he appeared to be alone, they were boisterous enough. When Alexander and I stepped out of the pool hall (we'd been made unwelcome there), they backed off from their threatening rhetoric. They still wouldn't leave, or get off our bikes. The three versus five odds didn't deter us.It was the lack of faith in the local justice system that encouraged Alexander and me to hold Mikhail back. We had an answer to their intransience, crowding. It takes a great deal of cool to have three guys, all over six feet tall and 220 lbs. lean in on you while you are sitting down. When the current bastard was dealt with, we moved to the next. Before the group could figure a way to thwart us, we had retrieved our bikes and were headed home.The next day, we took Mom's 2012 Shelby V8 Mustang out for a drive. We found the three spots in town the 'White folk' hung out in. We had the Country Western Redneck posse' section of town, pseudo-riche Southerner clique downtown region, and the movie theater (theoretically neutral turf). The saner White middle class had departed for safer pastures, they had established their own municipality a few miles outside of town).The rednecks welcomed our physicality. We were attempting to fit in until they began talking about all those damn 'niggahs'. Alexander broke down after a bit and asked what a 'niggah' was. It was a 'coon'. Since that was of no help, we asked what a 'coon' was.The regulars found our naiveté amusing. It took us three minutes of running a verbal obstacle course to piece together that 'niggahs' was their inbred pronunciation of 'niggers' (a term we knew from TV and movies) which was idiot slang for a Black person. We were 'crackahs', idiot slang for crackers aka White people. Hispanics were 'beeners'; yeah, right.We also learned that the favorite activities for teenage rednecks was knocking over mailboxes as they sped down the road, beating up White girls who sucked Black cock and beating up 'niggahs' who touched White girls. My analysis was that these yahoos were long on talk and short on action.I wasn't a fashion icon yet I could tell these boys could use a bath and some fresh clothes. The girls who hung around this crowd looked about as loyal as salmon during spawning season. At 18, we were hardly experienced, but we weren't desperate virgins either. Girls we had just been introduced to, flirting with us and suggesting later sexual rendezvouses were a definite turn-off because God knows who else they'd been doing it with.That led us to the riche clique. Among the guys; half were snobbish closet gays who weren't our thing. The other half were rich straight guys pretending to be rednecks. Rich White girls pretended to be friends with the rich Black girls. They were used to being pampered by their rich White boyfriends while eyeing every Black stud that crossed their path.Until they realized Samsonov = Fonteneau, they were snide. After that, they tried to convince us we were all (distantly) related. Bloodlines and riches were not the basis for what we called friends so we politely postponed any celebrations.The Cineplex was a hunting ground for all ages. White women I was pretty sure were married to someone else engaged in sexual liaisons with Blacks; be they teens, business types, or lay-abouts. We had no idea if these were random hook-ups, or affairs and we didn't really care.Having wasted nine hours of our lives we definitely wanted back, we ended up rendezvousing with Mom and Dad at his boss's, the Sheriff's, place. Whatever else he was, Robert ‘Big Bob' Carson wasn't an underpaid county employee. His home was nice, expansive, relatively new and sitting on four wonderful acres of land, half woodland/half professionally maintained lawn and gardens. He had an expansive deck with a built-in grill, hot tub and pool out back.My brothers and I had been under the impression this would be an office outing. It ended up being our two families; the five of us, Big Bob and his daughter, Brandy Crystal Carson. There was no Mamma Carson in sight and a lack of family pictures was noticed by us and our Mom. Dad and Bob (it was tough to call him Big Bob when Dad was bigger than he was) were deep in conversation at the outdoor grill when I arrived.‘Vlad, come out here,' my Dad called to me in his easy going manner.‘Brandy!' Bob shouted. I promptly showed up. Dad wasn't a passionate disciplinarian. I didn't hustle out of fear. I hurried out because I wanted my Dad to look good in front of the Sheriff. ‘Hello Vlad,' Big Bob greeted me. ‘You are a strapping lad, big like your Daddy.'That was a bit odd. I had only heard one person call my Father 'Daddy'. That was my Mom when she was feeling frisky. Mom walked around the house naked when the mood struck her (even when we had guests over) and had few compunctions about hopping into Dad's lap when she wanted attention. That was a common enough occurrence that 'us' boys had learned to sneak out of the room quietly before we were ten.Only in the last two years had we figured out part of Mom's bizarre sexual behavior was caused by Dad being utterly clueless where women were concerned. He could spot a shoplifter at a glance, or an expired car registration at fifty feet on a moonless night. I had seen a car saleswoman hit on Dad when he was getting his newest pick-up. She did everything but flash her tits and do a striptease; it all went right over Dad's head.‘Brandy! Get your ass down here!' Bob bellowed. She must have been most of the way to us because she materialized five seconds later.‘Yes Daddy,' Brandy sounded bored. I was too busy gawking to see Big Bob's reaction to his daughter's insolence.Brandy was beyond gorgeous (according to my personal standards). She had pale-blonde hair in a ponytail that clearly went past her shoulder blades. Her caramel skin was the beneficiary of countless sessions with a tanning booth. Her eyes were the darkest blue I'd ever seen. Breasts, Jesus, they were large and firm. I could tell that because she had on a pink crop-top and no bra. I could almost see the bottoms of each orb.Her stomach was muscled with a thin layer of fatty tissue to give her real womanly curves and she had curves to spare. Her waist was narrow and her hips were wide, complimenting her breast size. She had on super-short, cut-off, 'faded-almost-to-White' denim jeans that accentuated her dark skin. Her ass was to die for. A bit big but well-muscled, each a perfect hemisphere.Her thighs and calves were the product of consistent exercise. Hot, hot, hot. She had on white tennis socks (no shoes) that finished off her delectable image.‘Brandy, this is Vladimir, Senior Deputy Samsonov's son. He's going to be your boyfriend this year,' Bob announced. I had a feeling this wasn't open for debate, in his mind.‘What!' Brandy squawked.‘What?' I looked to my Dad.‘What the fuck?' Brandy turned and glared at me. I would have enjoyed her breasts bouncing more if I hadn't been eyeballing my patriarch.‘Dad?' I kept my voice calm. Brandy was fantastic looking, but I didn't want anyone dictating my social life, period. I was eighteen. Besides, Brandy was turning out to have a far less appealing personality, Pretty Princess syndrome.‘Brandy, Vladimir's a nice boy. His father is 'good people',' Bob laid out his case.How did he know I was a good boy? He was taking a lot on faith.‘I don't want to date this loser,' Brandy shouted. 'Loser'? She didn't knew me either.‘If you don't keep Vlad as your boyfriend, then no cheerleading and no dance team,' Bob glared at his daughter. This clash of wills made no sense to me.‘No way!' Brandy glanced back at her Dad, protested loudly and stomped her foot on the wooden deck.‘Well then, you need to be home at 3:20 pm every school day,' Bob threatened. ‘And I'll make sure to check up on you.' Before I could wonder about Big Bob's abuse of power, I noted the state of the art security system, cyber-nanny.Brandy turned on me in a furor. Her face was screwed up with anger, her fists were clenched and I was working double-time to not ogle the cleave she enhanced by leaning forward. Man, she hated me for reasons I couldn't fathom. I disgusted her which I didn't get either. Plenty of non-relative women had called me good-looking and handsome.I had a healthy, well-defined physique, nice thick, blonde hair and the common sense to keep my body and clothes clean and casual. My only downside I'd ever been told about was my size, I was tall for my age and 'cut'. Brandy was 5' 4'. I was 6' 2'. I had stormy grey eyes, light blonde hair the color of wheat and skin spared the ravages of acne.‘Brandy, I am as uncomfortable and surprised about this as you are,' I tried to placate her. ‘Do you want to talk about it?' She forced herself to appear calm.‘Fine Victor,' she grumbled. Worse than getting my name wrong was the look of viciousness that glimmered in her eyes. ‘We'll make Daddy happy and be a cookie-cutter couple.'‘Dad?' I tried to exit this fiasco with some decorum.‘You'll do fine son,' he responded. That wasn't helpful.‘I'll see you Monday morning, Victor,' Brandy snidely mocked me before leaving. I turned to follow her thunderous retreat.Running after her would have felt pathetic so my sedate pursuit meant she put some distance between us. She ran right into Mom, who grabbed her arm.‘I'm warning you right now,' Mom hissed. ‘Don't have sex with any of my sons.'‘That won't be a problem,' Brandy snorted. I was filth in her mind
As a founding member, China is willing to work with its partners to continue improving the BRICS cooperation mechanism and creating a better future for human society, a senior Chinese diplomat has said.In the 18 years since the establishment of the mechanism, China and its BRICS partners have always worked hand in hand to move forward bravely against all odds and played an important role on the international stage carving out a path of mutually beneficial cooperation, according to Zhang Hanhui, the Chinese Ambassador to Russia.The past years saw the rapid development of emerging-market economies and developing countries. Some major powers, however, have regained their Cold War mentality, wielded the stick of sanctions and instigated camp confrontation, Zhang said."When the world is at the historical crossroads of unilateralism or multilateralism, President Xi Jinping has put forward the concept of a community of a shared future for mankind, the Global Development Initiative, the Global Security Initiative and the Global Civilization Initiative to contribute Chinese wisdom and Chinese solutions to solving the global peace deficit, development deficit, security deficit and governance deficit," Zhang noted.The ambassador emphasized that being the founding member, China will work with its partners to continuously improve the BRICS cooperation mechanism, continue to gather the consensus of the Global South, advocate and practice theabove-mentioned three global initiatives, and make BRICS contributions to creating a better future for human society.The historic expansion last year has created a milestone in the development of the BRICS.At the BRICS Foreign Ministers' Meeting held in the Russian city of Nizhny Novgorod in June this year, all parties highly praised the important role of the BRICS mechanism and the results of its expansion, and believed that more and more countries joining the BRICS cooperation will help accelerate the process of multipolarization in the world and promote development of the international order in a more just and reasonable direction.The Chinese envoy said the BRICS countries share common views of international order, security and development. They are believers in defending multilateralism, maintaining common security, promoting common development and improving global governance."The expanded BRICS accounts for nearly half of the global population and one-fifth of global trade, and their total economic volume has surpassed the Group of Seven in terms of purchasing power parity," said Zhang, stressing that China and other BRICS members are important economic and trade partners, and their import and export trade have maintained steady growth.What's more, the BRICS countries play an important role on the international stage. At the end of last year, the leaders of the BRICS countries held a special meeting on Palestine and Israel, and jointly defended the rights and interests of developing countries in multilateral mechanisms such as the Group of 20, giving a strong BRICS voice.The diplomat while highlighting the upcoming meeting between President Xi and his Russian counterpart Vladimir Putin said Russia is an important BRICS partner of China."I believe that BRICS cooperation will further enrich the connotation of China-Russia strategic cooperation and inject new momentum into the development of relations between the two countries."He said the two presidents have met more than 40 times on various occasions in recent years, establishing good working relations and deep personal friendship. The heads of state of the two countries have also maintained close communication on strategic issues such as bilateral relations，the international situation and global governance."China is pleased to see that Russia has made great progress in its work as the BRICS chair this year," Zhang said, adding that China will, as always, support the Russian side in fulfilling the duties of the chairmanship and jointly promote the fruitful results of the BRICS summit to be held in Kazan from Tuesday to Thursday.Reporter: Ren Qi
The Hoes and Bitches Need A Champion.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.‘Once you go Black, you don’t go back; unless you are an Amerindian, Arabic, Asian, Black, Indian, Latina, or White girl, or guy who has tried Black, then found sexual fulfillment with a non-Black person and created a blissful relationship with them'Introduction:Right off the bat, be warned that I’m using the ‘N’ words, nigger, niggah, my niggah, plus homie, thug, coon, buck, spook, spade and whatever other crude racial slurs that come to mind. This story plays to both Black and White stereotypes.Lastly, this story is rather flippant with the entire concept of sexual assault. Those who have red my previous tales know this is not my attitude at all. For the sake of this genre I had to grapple with the concept of forcing a woman and 'making them love that cock’Prelude:My tale begins as the Winter Man Saga 1300 years ago, about the year 700 AD. One small clan of my Swedish ancestors lost a brutal feud with their neighbors. Their farms were burned, animals slaughtered and their women and children taken as slaves. Only three young brother-warriors survived, wounded but unconquered. The victors chased them high into the mountains when a terrible winter storm struck.The three brothers were trudging across a glacier between the mountain peaks in Whiteout conditions. The lead brother stepped into a crevasse and slid to the bottom of the glacier. Not giving up on their last kinsman, the other two slid down into the darkness after him. At the roots of that glacier they found an ice cavern formed by snow that fell 100,000 years ago.They melted the ice for water with their body heat and in doing so, unleashed a demoness (virus) that no man had ever known and survived. The three men grew very sick, but their fierce desire for vengeance kept them from succumbing. When they emerged from their icy tomb, they discovered that several of their pursuers had frozen to death in the blizzard and the rest had returned to their stolen homes and purloined lands, thinking the three brothers were dead.In the dark of the long northern night, they snuck upon the Great Hall of their enemies. When one of the brothers saw his 'former’ wife doing a slave’s work, he revealed himself to her. She rejoiced at the return of her love; physically, then brought the three table scraps to survive on. In the process, they learned that their sisters were also alive and the sexual playthings of their male nemeses.Due to the depth of winter, stealing back their womenfolk wasn’t possible. They’d all freeze to death if they didn’t starve first. To repay their enemy’s wickedness, one of the brother’s snapped and raped one of the chief’s daughters. He was possessed with an unearthly desire and held her in a stable for hours. Only when he was utterly spent did he fall asleep.She ran to her father and returned with many warriors. So the first of the brothers was taken. He was tortured and abused. For three long nights he suffered at the hands of his captors yet refused to admit any of his other brothers were still alive. After that third night, the chief’s daughter sneaked past the sleeping guards of the chained man, and raped him.For the next five nights, while her father, brothers and husband slept, she raped and raped and raped that brother. On the fifth night, a sister-in-law caught her at it. The daughter pled for the other to spare her; that the man’s sexual prowess had ensnared her. She even challenged her kinswoman to sample the 'fruit’ before turning her in. Five women later, the brother cracked and told the women how to find his brothers.The night after the Spring Equinox Celebrations, the women of their enemy rose up and slaughtered all their adult menfolk at the behest of the three brothers, on the conditions that their youngest sons be spared and that the men continue to share their favors with all the womenfolk (who were not their kin).The Sammi ClanThe isolated region of the land of the Swedes kept my ancestors out of contact with the wider world for some time. Many generations later, a son of that clan came to lead a band of (female) Finns. His Swedish name is forgotten. The Finns called him Sami (the Exalted One, no shit). He and this band took to fur trading along the Eastern tributaries of the Volga.In time, this group became identified with the Varangian. The Sons of Sami intermarried with the Slavs, becoming Slavicized and the Sons of Sami became Samsonovs. They followed the Rus expansion into the eastern tributaries of the Volga reaching Nizhny Novgorod in the 10th century.Then came the Mongol Conquest, the Tartar Yoke, Rus reunification and the Russian drive across Siberia. The Samsonovs remained tightly clannish and uncomfortable in urban settings. That wanderlust led them across the Bering Straits into Alaska where their genetic abnormality, the gift of that ancient demoness (virus), slumbered in isolation and monogamy.After a thousand years, the tales of mass orgies with strange women and protective female war bands faded into obscurity. Then my Mom, the brilliant, driven eccentric came along. Once she became enraptured with her own Samsonov lover, she had to know the secret of Samsonov men’s sexual prowess.With her burning intellect and educational background, she eventually figured it out. She was also amoral enough to keep the knowledge to herself and vengeful enough to plan to use our curse as a weapon.My Living Family· Father, Nikolay 'Nik’ Samsonov;· Mother, Gayle Fonteneau Samsonov;· The Triplets, Alexander 'Alex’, Mikhail and Vladimir 'Vlad’; that's me.Sitting at the dinner table, I protested; ‘Mom, You actually expect me to believe my Father, Brothers and I have the genetic capability to addict every woman we have sex with to our schlongs? That’s nuts!'Mom retorted; ‘As opposed to thinking the color, length and girth of a phallus makes any woman lose all sense of loyalty, morality and decorum so she can become a man’s sex sleeve, whore, bitch, property? Yes, I do.'The lives of my family took an unexpected detour in the spring of this year. My great-aunt Matilda (Mattie) died and willed her estate to Mom. I had never met the woman while she was alive yet in death she would have a profound effect on all our lives. Mom’s family was a mess; a crowded dingy with a madhouse of odd characters.Lionel was my eldest maternal uncle. He was a Big, Bulging Brain working as a Chief Technical Advisor for NASA; a solitary crusader for all Mankind. What was he a technical advisor for? If anything left terra firma for more than fifteen seconds, he knew every detail about it. That included volcanic eruptions too. When we were younger, he invited us to various volcanoes (both above and beneath the waves). Great guy.Cassius, my second uncle, was serving time in Indonesia for piracy. Mom said he was meaner than every saltwater crocodile that ever lived. The two times I’d met him, he’d been a lean, happy laconic kind of guy with a love for military history. Mom said he was a charismatic rebel who was possessed by an obsession to defy authority in all its forms.Dido was child number three; my Mom’s older sister, married to an Evangelical Televangelist in Nebraska under an assumed name, Paula Richmond. She also had a MD in Psychiatry and a Master’s in Public Communications (under her real name), which she kept secret from the fundamentalist congregation. The few times we met; she was the perfect mother. Secretly, we three sons wished she’d been our mother instead of our real mother. Mom said Aunt Dido was a master manipulator and wielded a cruel whip;Then there was Mom’s twin, Uncle Theo, who never lived in one place, traveled all around the globe and had every law enforcement agency in the civilized world looking for him. We always receiving presents from him during all the normal holidays; like Michaelmas, Holy Week, the start of Lent, Martinmas (his favorite) and our birthdays; which arrived at random, unrelated times of the year and never from the same location.He was the only one we’d never met, but the one Mom loved the most. Dad suspected he was a narco-trafficker while Mom insisted he was too paranoid to be considered reliable for that line of work. Mom told us he’d spent his formative years killing people for Uncle Sam until one day he simply walked away from Fort Bragg and became an independent contractor.The Defense Department sent some fine, brave men from Joint Special Operation Command, to talk to Mom every few months. They made sure not to trip over the CIA and Homeland Security types who occasionally staked out our house. We boys guessed they came around every time Uncle Theo assassinated people. Mom taught us how to appreciate them in an elaborate ritual she called 'April Fool’s, which became an 'any day of the year’ activity.My Mom’s father (I never met the guy) was a leader of a cult in Nevada. He went down, guns blazing during a DEA raid. Apparently his interests included both harems and marijuana production.Mom’s mom? She left my Mother outside a dive bar in San Diego and was never seen again. She had doctorates in Biology and Physics as well as the reputation for being a certifiable Space Cadet. Mom insisted her mom hadn’t abandoned her, she’d simply forgotten where she left her youngest daughter who was 15 at the time.After five days, Mom decided to join an Alternative Rock band instead of looking for the lady yet again. Seven years later, she was declared legally dead; though all her offspring believed she was still alive; somewhere; doing something.Then you had Dad’s family. We had some characters on that side of the family, just not like Mom’s. For starters, Samsonovs were bred for law enforcement. We’d been arresting bad guys since the 1500’s. We’d been doing that in Alaska since the time of the tsars. When the Alaskan Territory was sold to the United States; well, my ancestors simply started writing their reports in English instead of Russian.Over the centuries, we had bagged serial killers, smugglers, poachers, drug dealers, domestic abusers and thieves. Mostly they arrested drunks and wackos. My Great Grandfather Petrov was a law enforcement legend in Alaska. Alone, he ran down a pack of murderous robbers in the dead of winter before they made it to 'safety’ in the Yukon Territory.In the spring, they found them frozen solid, him leading five men, he recorded in his journal he’d killed the other three while apprehending the gang, back in chains. That pretty much defined the nature of my Father’s family, no too many stellar geniuses, but always relentless past all norms of endurance and reason. The moment females were allowed in law enforcement, the womenfolk joined the profession.My Aunt Iliana was in the Coast Guard, that made her the 'Black sheep’ in this clan. Taking the law out to the high seas was about as wild as Dad’s family got. Dad was pretty much the standard issue for my kin. Big, Dad was 6’ 5' and 290 lbs., and about as imaginative as a glacier. Why Mom married Dad had long been a mystery to his sons.Don’t get me wrong. I loved my Dad, but the man used a grand total of twenty different sentences his entire life. The fewer words he had to speak, the happier he was. He was a nice guy, never drinking too much and I’d never seen him lose his temper. He smiled, was unerringly polite and had always been helpful and playful with us kids from our earliest memories.Grandpa, my great-aunts and -uncles, my aunts, uncles and cousins by blood were the exact same way. I mean that quite literally. We all pretty much looked alike as well. Those who married, married eccentrics. In our regular family get-togethers that translated over to the blood kin in one room saying and doing nothing (we were already cluing into some sort of primitive telepathy) and being very happy that way, while the married relations were in another room packing on the lunacy.There was no middle ground; you were either a silent, brooding peak in the Samsonov mountain range, or the aurora borealis. That left me and my brothers, we were triplets, in a precarious position. We looked like smaller versions of our Dad (we were still growing) yet were totally at the mercy of our Mother most of our young lives. Recall what I said about eccentrics and lunatic behavior. Mom was the Queen of the Asylum.Mom quickly fell in love with ’things’ and she loved doing those things with family. Since Dad worked long hours, family meant my brothers and me. We could make passable pottery by age seven. Krav Maga? Screw this ’driving to some dojo in Anchorage’ crap. Mom signed us up for a two week course in Israel and online lessons for a year. Archery, check. Rewiring our house and refitting all the plumbing, check.The three of us were SCA squires at age 12. Pleading to Dad was pointless. He’d smile, mess up our hair and remind us these excursions made our Mother happy aka he wasn’t going to help us have normal lives. We had some ex-Green Beret guys teach us outdoor survival skills in Wyoming. We could pull wool, make thread and knit a set of pants and sweaters.I and my brothers had to memorize 1200 medically useful plants before we could get our Christmas presents when we were 14. We free-climbed mountains, ran 10Kms, kayaked, were proficient seamen on a sailing ship and learned how to navigate by the Sun, Moon and stars. Around the age of 15, we figured out that Mom had a ton of money squirreled away. There was no way Dad, with his civil servant’s salary, could afford all this crazy shit.By the age of 18 we had such a crazy patchwork set of skills, we weren’t sure what we would end up doing with our lives; though tracking down Uncle Theo and living a life on the run was looking more attractive every month. What we didn’t have were great social lives. We all had girlfriends at one time, or another, but they never lasted.Right before any of us were about to get serious with any girl in high school, my Mom dragged us off; to things like a five day course on Renaissance artwork in Milan; that’s Italy. We had to learn to speak Italian in three days, plus during the flight over. Mom made it easy for us. We could only speak Italian the entire time. Doing that at school was 'fun’. Dad? He smiled and said nothing for three days.Welcome to the Fonteneau House, Kingston, ArkansasAnyway, Mom’s Great-aunt Mattie kicked the bucket and left her vast fortune in northwestern Arkansas to my Mom. The old bird hated the rest of the nutjobs in the clan, but adored my Mom (and Theo). Upon receiving the news, my brothers and I began thinking the same thing: banjo lessons, redneck stunts and girls in Daisy Dukes. By 'fortune’ we were thinking a ramshackle Ozark shack sitting on a mountain top.Nope. Great-aunt Mattie was loaded. In fact, Mom’s whole family had tons of money. They’d made a killing, quite literally, during the White expansion westward using various despicable means. They’d even been cursed by an entire Indian Tribe for bilking them off their land. Mom’s family blamed that malediction for their bizarre behavior.That Arkansas home was actually the summer residence for the Fonteneau clan from a hundred years ago. Along with the palatial residence came thousands upon thousands of acres spread over a quarter of the state (and some land in Texas, Missouri and Oklahoma too).Tara, or the Biltmore estate, it was not, but it certainly had pretensions. It was a wide and roomy, rambling Victorian structure. The house proper (there were two barns, a stable, storage sheds, two garages, one attached and the other stand-alone, semi-attached servant quarters and four outlying hunting lodges) abutted the Kingston town limits.The place was big enough to require Mom to employ six staff;Phineas Cobb the third, an angry, sullen old White guy and his carbon-copy son, Phineas IV, were our two Wardens. That meant they took care of the outlying property which included hunting down poachers, interlopers and moonshiners (the competition, no doubt) and seeing to the upkeep of the various lodges, roads, trails and bridges around the place. Phineas the third and Mom; well, he cried and hugged Mom when he saw her, so we didn’t know what to think of him and his son.Bebe Marston worked the stables and the twelve horses therein. She was a college dropout, White and 21; a woman at one of life’s crossroads. Great Aunt Mattie brought her on a few months before she passed on. Bebe was a bit shy and distant around the menfolk. Mom treated Bebe like her long lost daughter; they got along fine.Thomas Freeman was the groundskeeper. Thomas seemed nice enough, a polite and somewhat deferential older Black man. I liked him. Mom fired him the moment the lawyer finished reading Maggie’s Will. She believed the man was a back-biter, liar and a thief.Kamika Perry was the cook. She was a largish, plump Black woman with a large family in town. She was a tyrant in the kitchen but friendly and out-going everywhere else. She knew Mom from before; before what, we didn’t know. She was close to Mom’s age and was the niece of the former cook. She and Mom were cordial yet a tad formal.Nefertiti Cooke was the upstairs maid. She was a whip-tin attractive Black woman in her late-20s and joined Thomas heading out the door. Mom discharged her due to Nefertiti’s sour attitude and general unwillingness to adhere to a work schedule.Anita Turner was our downstairs maid and overall manager of the other servants. Like Kamika, she knew Mom from her previous stay at the house, though Anita was already part of the staff back then. They acted like old friends though they understood the mistress-servant dynamics of their relationship.Mom solved our labor shortage by bringing in Mexicans (Hondurans actually). The two families divided up the nine rooms in the detached servants’ quarters with Bebe, since Anita and Kamika lived in town and the Cobb’s had their own cottage somewhere on the property.Hector Martinez became our new groundskeeper. He had a wife, Maria. Mom enrolled her in some online college courses so she could get a teaching license. They were both pretty young.Consuela Castro was our new upstairs maid. She was a single mother with a son, Gustavo (10), and a daughter, Isabo (6); they went to the local elementary school in town. Both families were very nice to us and seemed happy with their current circumstance. Since this job was their first go at being domestic servants, Mom told us to be patient and respectful while they learned the ropes from Anita and Mr. Cobb (only Mom could call him Phineas without pissing him off).My brothers and I, our Father, the Martinez’s and the Castro’s couldn’t have predicted the shit-storm Mom was creating between our house and the dominant Black populace of Kingston along the great racial divide. The Hondurans had spent half their lives learning to keep their heads low when faced with discrimination. We didn’t, nor did we know that Mom was acting with deliberate malice of forethought at that time.To help appreciate our understanding of the situation, we triplets had known a grand total of four Black people well enough to call them by their Christian names our entire lives. On
Павел Лисицын — биолог и популяризатор научного знания о многообразии животного и растительного мира. Аспирант Института биологии и биомедицины ННГУ им. Лобачевского, лауреат премии «ТОП 50. Самые знаменитые люди Нижнего Новгорода 2023». Pavel Lisitsyn is a biologist and a science communicator, specializing in the diversity of the animal and plant world. He is a PhD candidate at the Institute of Biology and Biomedicine at Lobachevsky University, and a recipient of the "TOP 50. Most Famous People of Nizhny Novgorod 2023" award. FIND PAVEL ON SOCIAL MEDIA Instagram | TikTok | Telegram ================================== SUPPORT & CONNECT: Support on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/denofrich Twitter: https://twitter.com/denofrich Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mark.develman/ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/denofrich Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/den_of_rich/ Hashtag: #denofrich Type of unconscious: 11 © Copyright 2024 Den of Rich. All rights reserved.
In this episode, we're excited to feature Sergei Solodov and Ekaterina Maslennikova, co-owners of the Fred Astaire Lancaster studio. Sergei, originally from Irkutsk, Russia, has a rich background in dance, starting at age 12 and earning a Specialist degree from the St. Petersburg Lesgaft National State University. He's an elite performer in both Ballroom and Latin styles, recognized with an “M” classification by the Russian Federation of Dancesport. Sergei has competed extensively in the U.S. with Ekaterina, earning accolades such as three-time finalists at the United States Dance Championships and World Champion in Rising Star Smooth style at the Fred Astaire World Championships in 2022.Ekaterina, also from Nizhny Novgorod, Russia, began dancing at age 7 and achieved remarkable success, including World Artistic Dance Championship titles and the WADF World and European Championships. Joining Sergei at Fred Astaire Studios in 2019, Ekaterina has also made significant strides in competitive dance, and together they have triumphed in the U.S. and world stages. Both are passionate about teaching, with a focus on connecting with students and helping them grow. In 2023, Sergei and Ekaterina became co-owners of the Fred Astaire Lancaster studio, where they look forward to sharing their love for dance and enhancing their community's lives.
Send us a Text Message.Anatoly Moskvin is a Russian academic linguist from Nizhny Novgorod Russia. He was arrested in 2011 by police investigating a spate of grave desecrations in cemeteries in and around Nizhny Novgorod. 26 mummified bodies of young girls aged between 3 and 15 were found in his apartment. He exhumed the bodies and mummified them himself before dressing and posing them around his home which he also shared with parents who had mistaken the bodies for large dolls.Support the Show.
MOONBEAM / OM Library™ Track list:Moonbeam feat. Avis Vox - 7 SecondsMoonbeam - See The Difference Inside (Inside mix)Moonbeam feat. J-Soul - Heavy Rain Moonbeam - Breathless Moonbeam - The RavenMoonbeam feat. Matvey Emerson - Alive Moonbeam feat. Blackfeel Wite - TogetherMoonbeam feat. Mars Needs Lovers - Save The World Moonbeam feat. Avis Vox - About you Moonbeam - WandererMoonbeam feat. Avis Vox - Storm Of CloudsMoonbeam - Little MonsterMoonbeam - When Flowers TalkMoonbeam is a Russian electronic music project, founded in 2003 by brothers Vitaly and Pavel Khvaleev.Vitaly (born 17 September 1979) Pavel (born 27 May 1984) Naberezhnye Chelny, Tatarstan, Russia.https://moonbeam.pro/Career 2000sIn 2003, American vocalist Chris Lunsford came to Nizhny Novgorod; the brothers recorded the track "Raven Gypsy" with him, and then created 2 more works: "Consumption" and "Forgotten Grey".At this time the brothers took a new alias, "Moonbeam". In 2004, they released their first single… 2010sIn late 2009, Moonbeam announced that they would release a new studio album, titled «Around the World», on March 22, 2010.In 2011, they released a new album called «The Secret» In late 2014 Moonbeam returned to the studio to record their next international album. The result was "Atom", which again followed in the Khvaleev brothers' grand tradition of the untraditional. «The Random» was followed in 2015 by their second motion picture III. The thriller/horror film made Official Selection at a wide range of international film festivals, including FANT & Nocturna, Spain, BIFFF, Belgium and the Imagine Film Festival in the Netherlands. On May 15, 2015, it won the Best Cinematography award at Australia's prestigious Byron Bay International Film Festival.On March 5, 2016 at the festival «Trancemission Awakening» Pavel and Vitaly announced the closure of the project and the imminent release of "Eclipse" farewell album.New album "Eclipse" was released on April 25, 2016.After 3 years off downtime, in 2019 Vitaly Khvaleev has launched Moonbeam.Compiled & mixed by Paul SidorovOnlyMusic™ & OM Library™
Send us a message!In the eerie city of Nizhny Novgorod, Russia, Anatoly Moskvin was no ordinary linguist and historian. He harbored a chilling secret: a compulsion that transcended academia. When authorities raided his residence, they discovered a macabre collection—26 mummified little girls, crudely transformed into life-sized dolls. Each doll held the remains of a child he had stolen from local cemeteries. Join us as we delve into the twisted mind of Anatoly Moskvin, exploring the fine line between genius and madness, and the horrifying legacy he left behind. Music is by Alexander Nakarada.Support the Show.
Welcome to the twentieth edition of our Russian-language podcast Then & Now with me, Teresa Cherfas. My guest today is Olga Sadovskaya, a lawyer from the civil society group, Team Against Torture. The project's members have been investigating complaints by Russians about torture for over two decades. Thanks to their work, hundreds of cases of torture by law enforcement officers have reached the courts and compensation from the state has been awarded to their victims. Olga Sadovskaya lives and works in her native city of Nizhny Novgorod. She graduated from Lobachevsky State University with a degree in Public International Law, defending the first thesis in Russia on the prohibition of torture and the practice of the European Court of Human Rights on this issue. She has been taking cases to the European Court of Human Rights for over 20 years. This podcast was recorded on 20 June 2024.My questions include: You chose a rather unusual topic for your diploma. In 2003, when you defended it, what did you think the future held for you in terms of a profesion?What do you think it was that brought you to this choice?How did it happen that you specialised in the issue of torture?In Russia, it seems to me, few people worry about torture – people think ‘that's just the way it is', or ‘they deserve it, that's all.' How do you explain the rather high tolerance for violence in Russia?Since the beginning of the full-scale invasion of Ukraine, has the Russian public's attitude to torture changed? Has it become better, worse, or have moral and ethical guidelines shifted in general?Previously, in such situations it was common to appeal to the ECtHR, but in 2022 the Russian Federation withdrew from the jurisdiction of the European Court. What tools are now left for Russian human rights defenders to seek justice?What levers of pressure or influence do international courts have on Russian authorities in cases of torture on the territory of Russia – or in Ukraine?I read somewhere that you said that “all wars end peacefully.” In your opinion, will Russia's war against Ukraine also end peacefully? With the intervention of international forums, or do the warring parties perceive them as longer trustworthy?What is it like for you and other human rights defenders working under current conditions?Since the spring of 2022, since when the register of foreign agents has been updated every Friday, have many of your colleagues left the country or given up human rights work?How does the ‘foreign agent' label affect your professional work. And can you explain what is an “undesirable organisation”?Have you ever received any threats yourself? Or have there been administrative cases initiated against you?What is meant by the word “torture” and what should a person do if they find themselves in a situation where, in their opinion, they are being subjected to torture?And what if they are in detention when that happens?Is there such a thing as psychological torture? Have you experienced it yourself in your work as a human rights defender?Can such a term be applied to what happened to your fellow resident of Nizhny Novgorod, Irina Slavina, who committed suicide in the most horrible way in front of the Interior Ministry building in the city centre in 2020?You said somewhere that ‘even if a person is not themselves directly involved in torture, they may be a full participant in the system of violence.' Can you explain what you meant by that?What does the police treatment of the suspects in the terrorist attack on Crocus City Hall in March this year tell us about today's Russia?Today in Russia everyone is living in conditions of uncertainty. What options for the future of your work do you see?Can you imagine ever being forced to give up your work – that the screws will be tightened to such an extent that it will be impossible to do this work?
Foreign ministers from BRICS nations are close to ending multilateral talks in the central Russian city of Nizhny Novgorod.
Die minister van Internasionale Betrekkinge en Samewerking, Naledi Pandor, het die regering se voortgesette steun vir Palestina in wêreldforums herbevestig. Op die vergadering van BRics-ministers van Buitelandse Sake in Nizhny Novgorod in Rusland het Pandor weer 'n tweestaat-oplossing voorgestaan, met Oos-Jerusalem as Palestina se hoofstad. Sy eis ook 'n permanente skietstilstand in die Midde-Ooste. Pandor veroordeel die bombardering van Gaza en die gevolglike humanitêre krisis:
①The BRICS Foreign Ministers' Meeting takes place in Nizhny Novgorod, Russia. How does the platform reflect the growing voice of the Global South? (00:40)②The United Nations has endorsed a US-backed cease-fire plan to end the war in Gaza. How can it be enforced and implemented? (12:27)③Iran has approved six candidates to run for president. What happens next? (24:36)④China has selected ten candidates for the country's fourth batch of astronauts. (32:49)⑤Apple unveils "Apple Intelligence" at the WWDC. (41:39)
- Hội nghị Ngoại trưởng Nhóm các nền kinh tế mới nổi hàng đầu thế giới (gọi tắt là BRICS) khai mạc sáng 10/6 tại thành phố Nizhny Novgorod của Nga - quốc gia đang giữ vai trò Chủ tịch BRICS. Hội nghị có ý nghĩa quan trọng đối với tương lai của BRICS. Các quyết định được đưa ra tại Hội nghị sẽ định hình hướng đi của tổ chức này trong những năm tới. Chủ đề : Khai mạc Hội nghị, Ngoại trưởng Nhóm, BRICS tại Nga --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/vov1tintuc/support
News from this weekend's EU elections. Plus: Brics foreign ministers meet in Nizhny Novgorod, the latest on Rafah and how might the detainment of a French scholar in Russia further strain relations with the West?See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Ukraine has been ramping up drone strikes and they just successfully hit another refining complex in Russia. The strike on the Nizhny Novgorod complex triggered a major fire and caused significant damage to storage units as well as other refining equipment. The pipeline network, however, remains intact. Full Newsletter: https://mailchi.mp/zeihan/ukraine-drone-strike-hits-refining-complex-deep-in-russia
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Эфир от 24.09.2010 Долгие годы с вами встречался в эфире различных р/ст, но "Maximum" и "Electroshock", это однозначно венец моей карьеры на радио. 8 лет мы распечатывали уик-энд самыми горячими танцевальными релизами недели, а гостями становились звезды мировых танцполов. Шоу шагнуло далеко за границы сети вещания "Maximum" и транслировалось еще на 20-ти р/ст нашей страны, и не только! Грузия, Армения, Украина, Казахстан и даже США (русскоязычный вещатель). Гостями программы были мировые звезды, такие как: Deadmau5, Prodigy, Avicii и многие другие! Я был спокоен за записи шоу, ведь все они были в одном месте, на эксклюзиве и пользовались популярностью, но случалось так, как случилось…Архив был безвозвратно удален из-за сбоя в 2017г. Признаюсь, сильно переживал и практически смирился… Но! Весной 2022 один радиослушатель сообщил, что у него есть записи радио-шоу за 2,5 года (2011,2012 и часть 2013), а чуть позже случайно нашлись и ранние выпуски 2006,07 гг. Забрезжила надежда хотя бы частично восстановить "Electroshock"! Поэтому, если у вас завалялись записи моего радиошоу - обязательно отправляйте! А теперь, друзья, вы либо откроете для себя, либо вспомните то, как начинался EDM и то каким был тогда мир. Добро пожаловать на "Electroshock" и на мои страницы! Онлайн школа Руслана Севера ссылка (www.info-mymusicschool.ru/) Telegram: @abletonhello VK: djsever Instagram: musume_sever Promodj: promodj.com/ruslansever
My guests today are Mamuka Kuparadze, the founder of Studio Re in Tbilisi, which works to advance ‘people's diplomacy' through documentary film, and Aleksandr Pichugin, a Russian journalist, originally from Nizhny Novgorod, who left Russia with his family immediately after the announcement of the Russian invasion of Ukraine and started a new life in Tbilisi.Since Russia's full-scale invasion of Ukraine, the flow of Russian citizens fleeing the war to Georgia has reached an unprecedented 100,000. That's the size of two small Georgian cities such as Gori, for example.Since the collapse of the Soviet Union, relations between Georgia and Russia have not been easy. There have been wars of secession, first in South Ossetia, then in Abkhazia, and their de facto removal from Georgian government control. And the culmination of these wars, we can say, took place 15 years later, in 2008, when Russia invaded Georgia and won a five-day war after which Russia “officially” recognized the independence of Abkhazia and South Ossetia (both are still considered by the international community as legitimate parts of Georgia. Georgia itself calls them Russian-occupied territories).In this edition of ‘Then and Now', we take a look at how Georgian society and government perceives these immigrants from Russia and how Russian immigrants live there.The recording was made on 4 January 2024.My questions include:Aleksandr, what pushed you to such an important decision for yourself and your family? After all, it is not easy to start from scratch in a foreign country?Why Georgia? Did the visa system play a role in your decision?Did you find a place to live? A job? Tell us a little about how you solved such domestic problems and how you were received by Georgian society. Is there a sense of a separate ‘Russian world' in Tbilisi?Mamuka, Studio Re recently released a short movie about how the local population feels about the flow of Russian immigrants into their country. What were the main findings of your research?How does the flow of Russians into Georgia affect the country's economy?Against the background of extremely uneasy and tense relations with Putin's Russia, how do the Georgian government and civil society feel about the presence of so many Russians on Georgian territory, Mamuka?Refugees from Ukraine have also come to Georgia. Aleksandr, is the presence of Ukrainians felt in your circles?The Georgian border service has denied entry to the country to several Russian citizens who are critical of Putin's regime, such as Mikhail Fishman, journalist, presenter and analyst of TV Dozhd, and others. What is the explanation for this, Mamuka? What is the position of the country's ruling party, the ‘Georgian Dream', towards today's Russia?How does it differ from the position of activists in civil society?Aleksandr, how did you in Georgia perceive the new flow of Russian immigrants, which began immediately after the announcement of mobilization on 22 October? Do you feel a difference in the motivation and goals of the first wave compared to the second?Has the war with Ukraine given rise to new anxieties on the part of Russia in Georgia, Mamuka?How do Russians in Georgia see their future? Have some already returned to Russia? How do you personally see your future, Aleksandr?
A respected Russian professor dug up and mummified deceased children – only girls and young women - made them into “living dolls” and posed them in his apartment. The bodies of 29 girls between the ages of 3 and 25 were found in his home.This episode is sponsored by BetterHelp. Visit betterhelp.com/DUBIOUS today to get 10% off your first month of therapy. If you like our content, please become a patron to get all our episodes ad-free. Anatoly Moskvin is a former Russian university professor, cemetery expert / self-proclaimed “necropolyst”, researcher and necromancer. He was held in very high esteem in academic circles in his native city of Nizhny Novgorod. He taught himself 13 languages and is well-traveled. He also had a disturbing unhealthy obsession with death and dead bodies. He dug up deceased girls and young women only, all aged between 3 and 25, and turned them into "living doll”. He then posed them in his apartment. 1 Despite living with him, his parents claim they never suspected a thing. What caused this macabre behavior and his love of cemeteries? Are his parents lying? We discuss it all in this episode of Dubious. 2 1. William DeLon Anatoly Moskvin, The Genius Russian Historian Who Collected Dead Girls Like Dolls All That's Interesting, March 2023 ⇤2. Anna Nemtsova Russian Historian Anatoly Moskvin Collected Dead Girls at Home Daily Beast, July 2017 ⇤
Эфир от 24.07.2010 Долгие годы с вами встречался в эфире различных р/ст, но "Maximum" и "Electroshock", это однозначно венец моей карьеры на радио. 8 лет мы распечатывали уик-энд самыми горячими танцевальными релизами недели, а гостями становились звезды мировых танцполов. Шоу шагнуло далеко за границы сети вещания "Maximum" и транслировалось еще на 20-ти р/ст нашей страны, и не только! Грузия, Армения, Украина, Казахстан и даже США (русскоязычный вещатель). Гостями программы были мировые звезды, такие как: Deadmau5, Prodigy, Avicii и многие другие! Я был спокоен за записи шоу, ведь все они были в одном месте, на эксклюзиве и пользовались популярностью, но случалось так, как случилось…Архив был безвозвратно удален из-за сбоя в 2017г. Признаюсь, сильно переживал и практически смирился… Но! Весной 2022 один радиослушатель сообщил, что у него есть записи радио-шоу за 2,5 года (2011,2012 и часть 2013), а чуть позже случайно нашлись и ранние выпуски 2006,07 гг. Забрезжила надежда хотя бы частично восстановить "Electroshock"! Поэтому, если у вас завалялись записи моего радиошоу - обязательно отправляйте! А теперь, друзья, вы либо откроете для себя, либо вспомните то, как начинался EDM и то каким был тогда мир. Добро пожаловать на "Electroshock" и на мои страницы! Онлайн школа Руслана Севера ссылка (www.info-mymusicschool.ru/) Telegram: @abletonhello VK: djsever Instagram: musume_sever Promodj: promodj.com/ruslansever
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Эфир от 04.04.2010 Долгие годы с вами встречался в эфире различных р/ст, но "Maximum" и "Electroshock", это однозначно венец моей карьеры на радио. 8 лет мы распечатывали уик-энд самыми горячими танцевальными релизами недели, а гостями становились звезды мировых танцполов. Шоу шагнуло далеко за границы сети вещания "Maximum" и транслировалось еще на 20-ти р/ст нашей страны, и не только! Грузия, Армения, Украина, Казахстан и даже США (русскоязычный вещатель). Гостями программы были мировые звезды, такие как: Deadmau5, Prodigy, Avicii и многие другие! Я был спокоен за записи шоу, ведь все они были в одном месте, на эксклюзиве и пользовались популярностью, но случалось так, как случилось…Архив был безвозвратно удален из-за сбоя в 2017г. Признаюсь, сильно переживал и практически смирился… Но! Весной 2022 один радиослушатель сообщил, что у него есть записи радио-шоу за 2,5 года (2011,2012 и часть 2013), а чуть позже случайно нашлись и ранние выпуски 2006,07 гг. Забрезжила надежда хотя бы частично восстановить "Electroshock"! Поэтому, если у вас завалялись записи моего радиошоу - обязательно отправляйте! А теперь, друзья, вы либо откроете для себя, либо вспомните то, как начинался EDM и то каким был тогда мир. Добро пожаловать на "Electroshock" и на мои страницы! Онлайн школа Руслана Севера ссылка (www.info-mymusicschool.ru/) Telegram: @abletonhello VK: djsever Instagram: musume_sever Promodj: promodj.com/ruslansever
Hoy, 9 de mayo, es una fecha muy señalada en el calendario festivo ruso. Celebran el aniversario de la victoria en la segunda guerra mundial con un vistoso desfile militar presidido por el presidente en la plaza roja. El de este año es el segundo desde que dio comienzo la invasión de Ucrania. El año pasado estuvo algo deslucido porque, a pesar de que la invasión había dado comienzo más de dos meses antes, el ejército ruso había desistido ya de tomar Kiev y se replegaba hacia el este del país. Quedaba por delante un verano en el que el Kremlin no fue capaz de dar la vuelta a la situación, al contrario, a finales de agosto los ucranianos desataron una ofensiva que alejó aún más el frente de ciudades como Odesa y Járkov. Ha pasado un año desde entonces y las cosas no parecen haber mejorado. En catorce meses el que se decía segundo mejor ejército del mundo ha sido incapaz de culminar la invasión de Ucrania y deponer al Gobierno de Volodímir Zelenski, los dos objetivos que se propusieron cuando dio comienzo la llamada “operación especial”. De ambos, si es que alguna vez lo consiguen, hoy en día están aún muy lejos. En estos momentos sólo se registran combates esporádicos en la ciudad de Bajmut, el resto del frente permanece desde hace meses en una tensa calma y se espera una contraofensiva ucraniana para este mismo mes. Ni Vladimir Putin ni nadie dentro del ejército ruso se veía de este modo hace un año, de ahí que no haya mucho que celebrar. La posición de Rusia es defensiva y no sólo en Ucrania. Dentro de sus fronteras se han producido algunos sabotajes y la semana pasada un dron se estrelló contra la cúpula del Kremlin. El Gobierno ruso responsabilizó a Estados Unidos, pero tanto en Washington como en Kiev niegan estar detrás del ataque. Un ataque, por lo demás, muy complicado. El espacio aéreo de Moscú es uno de los mejor protegidos del mundo, más aún en las cercanías del Kremlin. Eso ha llevado a pensar a algunos analistas que tal vez se trate de una operación de bandera falsa llevada a cabo por los servicios de seguridad. El dron del Kremlin no ha sido el único incidente inexplicable en los últimos meses. Este fin de semana el escritor nacionalista Zajar Prilepin resultó herido en un atentado con coche bomba en la ciudad de Nizhny Novgorod a orillas del Volga. Prilepin ha sido una de las voces más significadas a favor de la invasión de Ucrania e incluso ha luchado en la guerra como voluntario. Putin culpó a Ucrania del atentado como ya sucedió en agosto del año pasado con el atentado que acabó con la vida de Daria Dúguina, hija de Aleksandr Dugin, un intelectual nacionalista cercano a los halcones de Putin. Como era de esperar, los portavoces del Kremlin han anunciado venganza. El expresidente ruso y actual jefe del Consejo de Seguridad, Dmitri Medvedev, ha pedido públicamente la “eliminación física” del presidente de Ucrania. Margarita Simonián, la redactora jefa del canal de televisión RT, se preguntó si eso no era más que suficiente para que las cosas comenzaran en serio. Pero aparte de las soflamas patrioteras habituales, los principales noticieros no transmitieron las escenas de la explosión del dron, lo que lleva a pensar que, de haber sido una operación fabricada, se hizo para consumo externo. Los ánimos de cara al 9 de mayo no son precisamente victoriosos. Sigue estando prohibido referirse en público a la invasión como guerra y algunos desfiles en pequeñas ciudades han sido suspendidos. El Regimiento Inmortal, una procesión muy popular de personas que llevan fotos de sus familiares que lucharon en la Segunda Guerra Mundial, también ha sido cancelado. No se sabe si esto se debe a que no hay mucho que celebrar, a que no quieren pasear fotografías de caídos por la calle para no levantar suspicacias o a que les falta equipo militar disponible para un desfile. Para tratar este tema nos acompaña hoy en La ContraCrónica Martín Tuitero, propietario de una cuenta de Twitter que sigue al día la guerra de Ucrania ofreciendo infinidad de detalles sobre los movimientos en los distintos frentes. Tras más de un año dando seguimiento al conflicto Martín tiene una idea muy precisa de lo que sucede por allí y de cómo la guerra se ha complicado mucho para los invasores. Martín Tuitero en Twitter: https://twitter.com/TuiteroMartin · Canal de Telegram: https://t.me/lacontracronica · “Hispanos. Breve historia de los pueblos de habla hispana”… https://amzn.to/428js1G · “La ContraHistoria de España. 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Anatoly Moskvin had an unhealthy obsession with the deceased and considered himself an expert on local cemeteries in Nizhny Novgorod, Russia. But his obsession would eventually turn into a crime and when reports of vandalized, and sometimes even graves that had been completely emptied, started coming into police it wouldn't be long before Anatoly's house of horrors was discovered.MERCH:https://www.redbubble.com/people/wickedandgrim/shop?asc=uPatreon: https://www.patreon.com/wickedandgrim?fan_landing=trueYoutube: https://www.youtube.com/@wickedlifeFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/wickedandgrim/ Instagram:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/wickedandgrim/?hl=enTwitter: https://twitter.com/wickedandgrimWebsite: https://www.wickedandgrim.com/Links:https://allthatsinteresting.com/anatoly-moskvinhttps://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-10355653/Graverobber-dug-29-girls-corpses-denied-freedom-psychiatric-clinic-married.htmlhttps://www.thesun.co.uk/news/18233604/body-snatcher-with-mummified-corpses-to-be-freed/https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-10355653/Graverobber-dug-29-girls-corpses-denied-freedom-psychiatric-clinic-married.htmlhttps://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2809228/Evil-murderer-dug-little-girl-s-dead-body-mummified-corpse-taunted-ten-years-Grieving-mother-relives-nightmare-bodysnatcher-genius.html Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
Bien loin du froid et du climat politique de Moscou, de nombreux Russes ont trouvé refuge dans l'État balnéaire de Goa pour éviter la conscription. Ici, on fraternise avec les Ukrainiens et on fait la fête pour oublier le conflit. Avec la bienveillance de l'Inde qui délivre très facilement des visas aux Russes, tout en refusant de condamner Vladimir Poutine devant les Nations unies. De notre envoyé spécial à Goa, Un barman ukrainien, des conversations en russe, des sourires, un fond de musique électro. Au nord de Goa, le café Sho est un incontournable pour les touristes de Russie. La saison commence pour eux d'ordinaire fin novembre, mais cette année, ce fut le 21 septembre. Le jour où Poutine a décrété la mobilisation, se souvient Vladimir, arrivé de la ville de Nizhny-Novgorod. « J'ai préféré partir avant de recevoir ma lettre de mobilisation », explique Vladimir. « J'ai de la famille et des amis en Ukraine. Il était hors de question que je me batte contre eux et meurt pour un vieux dirigeant stupide. À Goa, je m'amuse. Je suis sûr que je ne veux pas rentrer tant que Poutine est au pouvoir. » « À Goa, les Russes sont plutôt des électrons libres » Vladimir part le 23 septembre et met 5 jours à rejoindre les cocotiers de Goa. « Je ne voulais pas attirer l'attention des services secrets », poursuit-il. « J'ai pris un premier avion pour la ville russe d'Oufa, puis le train pour passer la frontière du Kazakhstan. Sur place c'était terrible, il y avait énormément de Russes qui fuyaient. On a finalement trouvé un taxi pour Astana. De là, j'ai pris l'avion pour Almaty, puis Delhi, puis Goa. » Cette année tout a changé, témoigne Denis Chernenko, une figure russe de Goa qui organise des tournois d'échecs. « J'étais là quand la guerre a commencé. Beaucoup plus de Russes sont venus que d'habitude », a-t-il constaté. « Et pas des touristes de masses, ils viennent pour fuir la guerre. Ils sont arrivés en avion du Kazakhstan, de Géorgie, de Turquie, des Émirats… À Goa, les Russes sont plutôt des électrons libres. En général, ils ont des valeurs démocratiques, libérales et pacifistes. » Pour une réconciliation entre Russes et Ukrainiens Sous l'URSS, ses parents se sont installés à Saint-Pétersbourg après la catastrophe de Tchernobyl en Ukraine. Aujourd'hui, Denis milite pour la réconciliation entre les deux peuples. « Avec des Ukrainiens, nous essayons d'alerter sur la guerre. Nous avons fait une manifestation silencieuse dans la capitale Panjim, un défilé entre les villages avec des drapeaux ukrainiens. Donc, pour moi aussi, il vaut mieux rester à Goa ! En rentrant, je risquerais d'avoir de sérieux ennuis. Et puis Narendra Modi nous héberge. Il tente de ménager toutes les parties. » Le groupe Facebook de la communauté russe de Goa compte aujourd'hui plus de 45 000 membres. Venir vivre ici n'est cependant à la portée que d'une minorité de Russes. Il reste assez de pauvres à envoyer se faire massacrer au front, juge avec amertume un client du café Sho.
Anatoly Moskvin is a Russian former linguist, philologist, and historian who was arrested in 2011 after the mummified bodies of twenty-six girls and women between the ages of 3 and 29 were discovered in his apartment in Nizhny Novgorod.Police footage from his house: https://www.dailymail.co.uk/video/news/video-2579207/Video-Mad-genius-macabre-collection-discovered-Russia-house.htmlShootin' The Shit (STS) Begins at 44:54Subscribe to our mailing list for updates and announcementsWhere to listen, how to connect with us, links to our socials and MORE: https://linktr.ee/threesacrimeFor photos related to this episode check out our instagram: instagram.com/threesacrimepodcastLike the show? Support us on Patreon! bit.ly/3tnuOOpBuy us a coffee! bit.ly/3fKH4CyMusic by: BLVCK CEILING: bit.ly/3BR8kbHHave a spooky story to tell? Email us and we might feature your story in a Listener Lore episode! threesacrime@gmail.comAffiliate Codes:BarkBox: barkbox.snlv.net/3ACSuperChewer: superchewer.snlv.net/3ACBuzzsprout: buzzsprout.com/?referrer_id=1903473Murder Apparel: Use code WEIRDLING at checkout for 20% off your order!Disclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, we may receive a commission at no additional cost to you.We love our Weirdlings!! Thank you for supporting us ya bunch of freaks.-Emily, Lindsey and Tori We love our Weirdlings!! Thank you for supporting us ya bunch of freaks.-Emily, Lindsey and ToriSupport us on Patreon HERE!To connect with us, where to listen and more: linktr.ee/threesacrime
Episode 33 with Kirill Korobkov, skateboarder, team and brand manager and all-around fixer from Moscow, Russia. Together we discussed him growing up and picking up a skateboard in Cheboksary, the development of the Russian skate scene in the 90's, his first gigs in the skateboarding industry as a writer, meeting and traveling with Patrik Wallner and the Visual Traveling crew and becoming their main fixer particularly in Russia and its surrounding countries, becoming the Vans team manager for Russia as well as the team and brand manager of Russian board brand Absurd Skateboards, the 2021 Grand Skate Tour in Nizhny Novgorod, and of course the war in Ukraine. Intro (00:13) Growing up and finding skateboarding (01:14) Moving to Moscow (18:40) First travels outside of Russia (26:05) Meeting with Patrik Wallner and getting involved with Visual Traveling (30:30) First trip: 10.000km (39:18) Favorite Visual Traveling trip (44:51) Skills/qualities required to be a good fixer (48:38) Absurd Skateboards team and brand manager (54:47) Vans Russia team manager (01:00:09) The war in Ukraine (01:05:25) Grand Skate Tour in Nizhny Novgorod in December 2021 (01:11:13) Most valuable lesson learned from skateboarding (01:16:48) Friends questions (01:18:38) Conclusion (01:40:49) For more information and resources: https://linktr.ee/beyondboards
Alexey Karanyuk born in Kirovo-Chepetsk, Russia. Later moved to Nizhny Novgorod and Moscow. Holds a masters degree in Higher School of Economics. In 2014 Alexey co-founded Jeffreys Coffee chain that had over 25 coffee shops at its peak. After several failed attempts in startups he founded Finmodel.bz - financial modeling agency that served over 80 Seed to Round C stage startups. In February 2022 he moved into Web 3.0 space to be at the forefront of nascent Tokenomics science. In 2020 he got stuck in Thailand thus becoming a digital nomad. He lived over 1 month in 9 cities and 4 countries since then. Holds a master's degree of in International Finance from Higher School of Economics. FIND ALEXEY ON SOCIAL MEDIA LinkedIn | Facebook | Instagram | Telegram ================================ SUPPORT & CONNECT: Support on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/denofrich Twitter: https://twitter.com/denofrich Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/denofrich YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/denofrich Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/den_of_rich/ Hashtag: #denofrich © Copyright 2022 Den of Rich. All rights reserved.
RTS.FM is pleased to announce a broadcast together with the video podcast and independent music label TAKT (Nizhny Novgorod, Russia) with A. Lozovoy, S:ned, Tonel' b2b Ksurr, Tkach, Kekoriy, Infly, Pasha Shtanga, Leiba. Recorded at Seledka&Cofe bar on April 23, 2022. Tune in to YouTube today at 21:00 (GMT+3). Tixs: TAKT: taplink.cc/takt.rec https://soundcloud.com/taktrec https://www.instagram.com/takt.rec/ • https://t.me/rtsfm • https://rts.fm/ • https://facebook.com/rtsfm • https://instagram.com/rts.fm • https://vk.com/rtsfm • https://youtube.com/user/rtsfmmoscow RTS.FM is the first international internet radio project with LIVE audio-visual broadcasting from 30+ studios around the world!
RTS.FM is pleased to announce a broadcast together with the video podcast and independent music label TAKT (Nizhny Novgorod, Russia) with A. Lozovoy, S:ned, Tonel' b2b Ksurr, Tkach, Kekoriy, Infly, Pasha Shtanga, Leiba. Recorded at Seledka&Cofe bar on April 23, 2022. Infly: https://soundcloud.com/inflymusic https://www.instagram.com/antonqptcov/ TAKT: taplink.cc/takt.rec https://soundcloud.com/taktrec https://www.instagram.com/takt.rec/ • https://t.me/rtsfm • https://rts.fm/ • https://facebook.com/rtsfm • https://instagram.com/rts.fm • https://vk.com/rtsfm • https://youtube.com/user/rtsfmmoscow RTS.FM is the first international internet radio project with LIVE audio-visual broadcasting from 30+ studios around the world!
RTS.FM is pleased to announce a broadcast together with the video podcast and independent music label TAKT (Nizhny Novgorod, Russia) with A. Lozovoy, S:ned, Tonel' b2b Ksurr, Tkach, Kekoriy, Infly, Pasha Shtanga, Leiba. Recorded at Seledka&Cofe bar on April 23, 2022. Pasha Shtanga: https://soundcloud.com/dj-shtanga https://www.instagram.com/shtanga_poul/ TAKT: taplink.cc/takt.rec https://soundcloud.com/taktrec https://www.instagram.com/takt.rec/ • https://t.me/rtsfm • https://rts.fm/ • https://facebook.com/rtsfm • https://instagram.com/rts.fm • https://vk.com/rtsfm • https://youtube.com/user/rtsfmmoscow RTS.FM is the first international internet radio project with LIVE audio-visual broadcasting from 30+ studios around the world!
RTS.FM is pleased to announce a broadcast together with the video podcast and independent music label TAKT (Nizhny Novgorod, Russia) with A. Lozovoy, S:ned, Tonel' b2b Ksurr, Tkach, Kekoriy, Infly, Pasha Shtanga, Leiba. Recorded at Seledka&Cofe bar on April 23, 2022. Video: Lozovoy: https://soundcloud.com/alexander_lozovoy https://www.instagram.com/alexander_lozovoy/ TAKT: taplink.cc/takt.rec https://soundcloud.com/taktrec https://www.instagram.com/takt.rec/ • https://t.me/rtsfm • https://rts.fm/ • https://facebook.com/rtsfm • https://instagram.com/rts.fm • https://vk.com/rtsfm • https://youtube.com/user/rtsfmmoscow RTS.FM is the first international internet radio project with LIVE audio-visual broadcasting from 30+ studios around the world!
RTS.FM is pleased to announce a broadcast together with the video podcast and independent music label TAKT (Nizhny Novgorod, Russia) with A. Lozovoy, S:ned, Tonel' b2b Ksurr, Tkach, Kekoriy, Infly, Pasha Shtanga, Leiba. Recorded at Seledka&Cofe bar on April 23, 2022. Sined: https://soundcloud.com/sinedkicks https://www.instagram.com/sined303/ TAKT: taplink.cc/takt.rec https://soundcloud.com/taktrec https://www.instagram.com/takt.rec/ • https://t.me/rtsfm • https://rts.fm/ • https://facebook.com/rtsfm • https://instagram.com/rts.fm • https://vk.com/rtsfm • https://youtube.com/user/rtsfmmoscow RTS.FM is the first international internet radio project with LIVE audio-visual broadcasting from 30+ studios around the world!
RTS.FM St. Petersburg is pleased to announce a livestream session with the founder of Utro label. Special dj set excluded from label releases. Recorded at Seledka&Cofe bar on April 23, 2022. Tune in to YouTube today at 17:00 (GMT+3). Utro: https://utrorec.bandcamp.com/ Kekoriy: https://soundcloud.com/kuchepatov_egor https://instagram.com/kekoriy https://www.facebook.com/kuchepatov • https://t.me/rtsfm • https://rts.fm/ • https://facebook.com/rtsfm • https://instagram.com/rts.fm • https://vk.com/rtsfm • https://youtube.com/user/rtsfmmoscow RTS.FM is the first international internet radio project with LIVE audio-visual broadcasting from 30+ studios around the world!
RTS.FM is pleased to announce a broadcast together with the video podcast and independent music label TAKT (Nizhny Novgorod, Russia) with A. Lozovoy, S:ned, Tonel' b2b Ksurr, Tkach, Kekoriy, Infly, Pasha Shtanga, Leiba. Recorded at Seledka&Cofe bar on April 23, 2022. Tkach: https://www.instagram.com/arttkach/ TAKT: taplink.cc/takt.rec https://soundcloud.com/taktrec https://www.instagram.com/takt.rec/ • https://t.me/rtsfm • https://rts.fm/ • https://facebook.com/rtsfm • https://instagram.com/rts.fm • https://vk.com/rtsfm • https://youtube.com/user/rtsfmmoscow RTS.FM is the first international internet radio project with LIVE audio-visual broadcasting from 30+ studios around the world!
RTS.FM is pleased to announce a broadcast together with the video podcast and independent music label TAKT (Nizhny Novgorod, Russia) with A. Lozovoy, S:ned, Tonel' b2b Ksurr, Tkach, Kekoriy, Infly, Pasha Shtanga, Leiba. Recorded at Seledka&Cofe bar on April 23, 2022. Tonel: https://soundcloud.com/el_tonel https://www.instagram.com/el_ttonel/ Ksurr: https://soundcloud.com/ksurr https://www.instagram.com/ksurrksurr/ TAKT: taplink.cc/takt.rec https://soundcloud.com/taktrec https://www.instagram.com/takt.rec/ • https://t.me/rtsfm • https://rts.fm/ • https://facebook.com/rtsfm • https://instagram.com/rts.fm • https://vk.com/rtsfm • https://youtube.com/user/rtsfmmoscow RTS.FM is the first international internet radio project with LIVE audio-visual broadcasting from 30+ studios around the world!
RTS.FM is pleased to announce a broadcast together with the video podcast and independent music label TAKT (Nizhny Novgorod, Russia) with A. Lozovoy, S:ned, Tonel' b2b Ksurr, Tkach, Kekoriy, Infly, Pasha Shtanga, Leiba. Recorded at Seledka&Cofe bar on April 23, 2022. Leiba: https://soundcloud.com/lleibal https://www.instagram.com/lleibal/ TAKT: taplink.cc/takt.rec https://soundcloud.com/taktrec https://www.instagram.com/takt.rec/ • https://t.me/rtsfm • https://rts.fm/ • https://facebook.com/rtsfm • https://instagram.com/rts.fm • https://vk.com/rtsfm • https://youtube.com/user/rtsfmmoscow RTS.FM is the first international internet radio project with LIVE audio-visual broadcasting from 30+ studios around the world!
Prior to launching Global Tax Law PLLC, Christine worked at Deloitte Tax LLP, DLA Piper LLP, and McDermott Will & Emery LLP in the international tax and private client groups. During law school, Christine interned at the Office of Chief Counsel of the Internal Revenue Service in the Large Business and International (LB&I) Division. Christine earned a Bachelor of Science in International Business and French Literature from The Florida State University, a Master of Arts in International Business from the University of Florida, a Juris Doctor from the University of Connecticut, and a Master of Laws (LL.M.) in Taxation from Northwestern University. Christine also studied at the University of Salamanca in Spain, the Linguistic University of Nizhny Novgorod in Russia, and both La Sorbonne and Sciences Po in Paris. She is fluent in English, Spanish, French, and Portuguese and has studied several other languages. In our conversation, we discuss several topics, including: What led Christine to becoming an attorney The steps of relocating internationally What an accidental citizen is Who an ideal client is The biggest obstacles she is facing with her law firm Enjoy the show! Connect with Kris: Website: https://www.lpfadvisors.com/ LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/kristopher-flammang-lpfadv/ Twitter: @kflammang Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
This is the story of Anatoly Moskvin, a Russian linguist, philologist, and historian from Nizhny Novgorod who was arrested in 2011 after the mummified bodies of 26 girls and women were discovered in his apartment. He would take these bodies from local cemeteries with ease due to his position at the cemetery, and then Moskvin himself, mummified the bodies before dressing them up like dolls and laying them around his home like decorations. He is still yet to be charged for his crimes. Follow me here: ► Patreon - https://www.patreon.com/serialnapper ► Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/show/7dq1B8Z... ► Twitter - https://twitter.com/serial_napper ► Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/serialnappernik ► Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/SerialNapper/ Edited by: Kottio Productions LLC
They wore black robes and rode black horse like a monastic order of death itself. From 1565 to 1572, the Oprichniki inflicted medieval terror, and torture, upon the Russian people in the name of Ivan the Terrible. ***Content Warning*** contains descriptions of torture techniques. This is the first part of a series on Russian secret police and the first episode ever of this new podcast, Secret Police. Sources: Armies of Ivan the Terrible: Russian Troops 1505–1700 (Men-at-Arms) Paperback – Illustrated, January 31, 2006 by David Nicolle, Viacheslav Shpakovsky, Angus McBride (Illustrator) Dictators and their secret police : coercive institutions and state violence Studies of the East Asian Institute. Sheena Chestnut Greitens The Columbia Electronic Encyclopedia, 6th ed. Copyright © 2012, Columbia University Press. All rights reserved. Dictators and their Secret Police - Coercive Institutions and State Violence. Sheena Chestnut Greitens. A Short History of Russia. A compilation from the study of a number of other works, in particular H.A.L. Fisher's "History of Europe", Paul Crowson's "A History of the Russian People", and William L. Langer's "Encyclopaedia of World History”. Andreyev, Nikolay. "Ivan the Terrible". Encyclopedia Britannica, 21 Aug. 2021, https://www.britannica.com/biography/Ivan-the-Terrible. Accessed 31 December 2021. The Oprichnina as a Carnival of Violence: Ivan the Terrible and Muscovite Popular Culture Maureen Perrie Emeritus Professor of Russian History, Centre for Russian, European and Eurasian Studies, University of Birmingham, Birmingham, UK Skrynnikov and Graham, Ivan the Terrible. Solovʹev and Rhinelander. History of Russia. 1981. Nizhny Novgorod. Sergei Maltcev. To My American Friends. 2015. The Oprichnina of Ivan the Terrible: Part 1, Creation. A Region of Fear Patrolled by Black Robed Soldiers. Robert Wilde. May 30, 2019. https://www.thoughtco.com/the-oprichnina-of-ivan-the-terrible-3860937 Music: Main Theme: Scorching Action - Jon Prestone Mysterious fantasy with gloomy choir and harp for dark fairytale setting - Suite Tracks Music Introitus - Audio Waves - Eliche Remblon Odious Signs - Humans Win (formerly Lance Conrad) Final Speech - Humans Win (formerly Lance Conrad) TV Audio: History Bites Season 4 Episode 8
This week's show covers new music from Britain's Tears For Fears, Brisbane's Sampology, Stavanger, Norway's Beachheads, and the pairing of Paris's Janko Nilovic with backing by The Soul Surfers, of Nizhny Novgorod, Russia.For the archive pick this week, Brendan is digging up a record that is two weeks older than he is: Kick Out The Jams, by Detroit noise rock legends the MC5; Duel-guitar frenzy, and more than a little revolutionary politics, too. Of course, there are six more bonus tracks, but you have to sign up for our email newsletter to get those. It's pretty easy to do, if you just click this link. (And do so without fear. We won't misuse your email address, as this show is run by two guys, Mark and Brendan; Not some faceless corporation.) Lastly, don't miss our fabulous Spotify playlists. We make one for each episode of the show, so grab the latest if you are up to date, and dig into previous episodes if you are new here, or just curious. Have a terrific week!
Fr. John Whiteford shares the story of Hieromartyr Joachim of Nizhny-Novgorod.
Fr. John Whiteford shares the story of Hieromartyr Joachim of Nizhny-Novgorod.
Alexander Lobok is a philosopher, psychologist, and teacher. Ph.D. in Philosophy. Doctor of Psychology. A psychotherapist working in the paradigm of existential psychology. A specialist in difficult issues of building family and interpersonal relationships. Work with educational depressions, situations of loss of meaning, video games addiction, building trajectories of personal self-actualization, and much more. Author of the books: "Overcoming Morality", "Subconscious Marx", "Anthropology of Myth", "Other Mathematics", "Laboratory of Children's Written Speech", "Science of Discipleship, or the Reverse Side of Didactics", "Diamond Land of Olonkho Pedagogy", "Cartography of the Inner childhood ”,“ №0. First feast. How the University of Probability Education is Possible ”and many articles devoted to the problems of innovative pedagogy. Professor of the University of Probabilistic Education, and author of the Azarttaining system - a set of innovative technologies and educational games that reveal the secrets of educational passion. "Archcard", "Magnematics", "Font magic", "ABC of meanings", "Ischeznayka" - these are game complexes invented by Alexander Lobok (each complex represents tens and even hundreds of game scenarios), allowing to form linguistic and mathematical thinking in children themselves of different ages through the activation in them the state of educational passion. Geography of Alexander Lobok's author's seminars for teachers, parents, and children: Kaliningrad, St. Petersburg, Arkhangelsk, Krasnodar, Moscow, Nizhny Novgorod, Izhevsk, Perm, Yekaterinburg, Chelyabinsk, Tyumen, Novy Urengoy, Omsk, Novosibirsk, Krasnoyarsk, Irkutsk, Ust- Ilimsk, Chita, Vladivostok, Anadyr, Seattle, San Francisco, Philadelphia, Barcelona, Montenegro, Bulgaria, and others. FIND ALEXANDER ON SOCIAL MEDIA Facebook | YouTube | Instagram ================================ SUPPORT & CONNECT: Support on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/denofrich Twitter: https://twitter.com/denofrich Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/denofrich YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/denofrich Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/den_of_rich/ Hashtag: #denofrich © Copyright 2022 Den of Rich. All rights reserved.
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