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Sibeal Pays A Visit.Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.It is selfish to believe that your family will always love you. At some point you will be asked to earn it{Right where we left off}It was H-hour plus four. A Thai soldier fired another burst from his T A R 21. The other four soldiers around him did the same. They were using an overturned car as cover. He saw movement at a building across the street to his right. He fired off another few rounds. The figure fell to the ground. By hard-earned experience, he realized the enemy soldier had probably dived for cover, not been hit."Time to fall back. One block back," he hoped he didn't sound too shrill. "You two go first," he indicated the two townsfolk. His battalion major had drafted them minutes after the attack began. Any organized supply depot had been an open invitation for an artillery strike, so he had called for civilians to help carry the ammunition loads instead. These two had been attached to his platoon. Now they were with him.They nodded, hefted up the crate of 5.56mm and sprinted toward the rear while his men gave them cover fire. They made it. He named off two of his other men. It was their turn to go. After their sprint to safety, it was time for him and the last two to go. They ran past some terribly close flanking fire, but all made it.This Thai soldier wasn't the squad leader, or even the squad's second in command. He was a lowly Phon Thahan (Private, not 1st Class). Those two men were already dead. No, he was a common soldier who found other men listening to his orders so, by default, he was in command. His initial squad of ten had shrunk down to three. The fourth man had been part of the regimental staff, a driver, sent into the firefight to replace losses. He still could point and shoot, which was all that mattered at the moment.At the next block he found the two civilians. His men dumped their empty clips on them, then positioned themselves for the next enemy rush. The leader of this ad hoc force took the driver over to the far corner of the building they sheltered behind. Too often, going inside buildings was a death trap. The enemy would corner you then call in their artillery."Guard this corner," he told the driver. "I'll be checking up on you." The frightened soldier nodded, then took up his post. Now he had a few seconds to consider his position. He was running out of town to retreat through. Behind him lay open fields. Just then he saw the tale-tell site of a Dragon Anti-Tank missile firing from the next raised roadway to his rear-right.He couldn't see if it hit anything. There was no huge explosion. Still, it indicated that other elements of his battalion were in the fight. From what little briefing he had been given when the attack started, the major had placed his heavy machine guns and recoilless rifles on each flank to stop the enemy's mobile forces from getting around his command and surrounding them.Little did the soldier understand he was involved in a textbook defense by foot-bound infantry versus armored opponents. His two townsmen were busy shoving bullets into the thirty round magazines. His men had already engaged the enemy to the front. Gone were the cries of 'got him'. No one gave a damn anymore. They were too exhausted to care. Now they counted the comrades they had left, not the possible number of enemy out there.Six minutes later he heard the sound of death coming his way."Everyone down," he screamed a second before an artillery round flattened their shelter. For a few moments all he could do was gaze up at the heavens. His body hurt, his ears were ringing and the belief that he could stop now, he had given it his best shot and his part in this battle were over.He pulled himself and examined what he had left. He wasn't hurt if you didn't count the blood coming out his ears. He couldn't say the same for his companions. One of the townsmen had the top of his head torn off, his soulless eyes gazing up to the forever. One of his men had a smoking chunk of meat where his spine should have been. A second one was nursing a bad leg wound.The third soldier? He was already up and firing. The second townsmen was a bit dazed, yet looked like he could carry on. The soldier crouch-ran to check on the driver. He was laying on his belly. For a second he mourned for that fellow then the man got off a burst, then scooted back. He had been 'playing possum' in order to draw some enemy out. He was alive and fighting."We have got to get out of here," he told the man. "Get to the elevated road across the field then provide cover fire for the rest of us." The driver acknowledged the command, fired off one more burst then bolted for the field. The Thai made his way back to his other survivors. He gave them the same order, the civilian first.The wounded man? He couldn't make it with that leg wound and if any of the others carried him they would most likely die too."Cover us as long as you can," he ordered. The wounded shoulder crawled to the corner to relieve the only standing soldier."Go," he ordered that man. Off he sprinted. The leader placed two spare clips next to the wounded man, wished him luck, then it was his turn to sprint to safety. Close to the end, a few bullets hurried him along. He found the others had made it unwounded as well. The townsman was already shoving more bullets into the empty magazines.To his right was the remnants of the squad with the recoilless rifle and a light machine gun. To his left was a group of six Thahan Phran, paramilitary border guards. He rejoined the firing line. The enemy had overrun the buildings closest to them and were faced with the same quandary he had just overcome, the open field. When a man tapped his shoulder he nearly jumped out of his skin.It was his company commander."You've been doing well. I'm placing you in command of this section. We have a Carl Gustav (another version of a recoilless rifle) in the trees over there," the Captain pointed to the right. Hold this position as long as you can. Help is on the way."Before this fight, the soldier had dreaded this officer. He had been so pompous, so spit-and-polished and arrogant. Now he saw different qualities in the man. He was cool under fire, had his mind on the bigger picture of the fight and the discipline he had instilled in his men was paying dividends the private soldier hadn't appreciated at that time."You are Sip Tho (corporal) now," the officer told him. With that declaration, the common foot soldier had inherited 13 more men, the squad of seven to his right and the six Thahan Phran to his left. Combined with his two that made something more like a combat command. The Captain made his way back up the line. The Thai didn't have long to appreciate his promotion. Smoke shells began detonating between his position and the town, obscuring the place."Remember," he shouted. "Short, controlled bursts and only shoot at something that you know is out there!" With that, he had established his command of the situation. Several explosions detonated in the wooded position. Half a minute later, a tank appeared and pumped another H E into the position. In doing so, it exposed its side to Thai's section.The two men manning his Dragon launcher looked his way. It was a shot at a 45 degree angle and any heavy weapons fire would bring about all kinds of hate."Fire," he ordered. The man aiming the device took a few seconds then let loose. The rocket didn't penetrate the side, but it did knock a track out."Now we are going to get it," the Thai mumbled.A few heartbeats later, a larger TOW missile slammed into it from a position to his command's rear. This time the tank blew up. Of equal importance to the soldier's mind, there were men behind him and that could only mean, the second regiment had finally arrived. He was sure he wouldn't be falling back any further, giving the invaders one more inch of sacred Thai soil. It also meant his men would most likely live to see the end of the day. That mattered too.  It was H-hour plus six. Two hour earlier, elements of the Vietnamese People's Army's 314th Mechanized regiment and 206th Tank Regiment with the Mobile battalion of the Laotian 1st Division and the Khanate's Laos Force Command slammed into Khon Kaen. By that time, the small city had already seen its share of hell. Khanate forces had stormed the regional airport with an aerial assault at 4:10 AM that morning.There were no dedicated combat troops in Khon Kaen. It was the HQ for both the Royal Thai 3rd Division and its component 1st regiment. That had resulted in a see-saw battle until the relief force arrived from the north. After that, resistance had collapsed. Over three hundred men surrendered. A hundred miles to the north forces in the town of Udon Thani, battalions of the 1st and 2nd regiments of the 3rd Division were still in combat with Laotian and Vietnamese forces. The final outcome of that battle had yet to be decided.What did matter was that the entire command structure of northeast of Thailand had been neutered. There were five more battalions out there that had no idea what to do next. They suffered from sporadic air attacks, but nothing serious was coming their way.What none of them were aware of was that a Far North Force out of the Laotian highlands had broken a battalion of the Royal Thai's 6th Infantry Division, taken Roi Et and severed the communications between the two formations. At Roi Et, the Khanate armored spearhead had left elements of the 2nd Regiment of Lao's 4th Division to hold the airport and was blazing a trail westward along Highway 23, to the south/rear of those five battalions.South of Roi Et, two other Thai battalions were grudgingly giving ground to a regiment of Vietnam's 305th Division plus the 270th Combat Engineers and 16th Artillery Brigade. What mattered was that those forces were drawing off the efforts of the 6th Divisions to counteract the invasion.The 6th Division had its own litany of woes. It was the subject of a dozen pinpricks. The division's commander had lost contact with the other two divisions under the 2nd Army's command. He had enemy forces to his north around Amnat Charoen, he'd lost contact with this 1st regiment HQ at Roi Et.His second regiment, at Ubon Ratchathani, was heavily engaged with the Alliance's North Force. His 3rd regiment, spread out along the southern approaches to his life line, Highway 24, had discovered small teams of Special Forces at every bridge and crossing, making every attempt at creating a unified front costly and ultimately futile.The 2nd Army's HQ and supply hub were at Nakhon Ratchasima. They were under attack, the airport had fallen and the sole mechanized regiment (minus one battalion) was having a terrible time retaking it. They were presently incapable of coming to his defense, since their third battalion had already been called to the capital to put down unrest/enemy forces.He finally made his decision. The remnants of the 1st regiment were to retire westward over the back roads towards the division headquarters at the Si Sa Ket Railway Station. The second regiment was to hold in place until sunset. Using all of the division's remaining assets, he was going to secure Highway 24 so that his command could retire using that path before they were cut off and defeated one regiment at the time.  It was H-hour plus seven. For one of the drivers in a Khanate Heavy Mountain Supply Zuun, there wasn't much to love about this mission. He was a truck driver with a weapon, not a true foot soldier. He was content with his role in logistics, which was why his current mission scared the crap out of him. He wasn't in an armored vehicle and was accompanied by only one Fast Zuun ~ by its very nature a lightly armored unit. Now he was driving deep into enemy territory with a truckload of Karin freedom fighters, who also were lightly equipped.He had already reached the first goal, the town of San Buri, 270 kilometers behind enemy lines and only 60 kilometers from downtown Bangkok. There was a fear that his own air force would mistake then for an enemy supply column and shoot them up. Then there was the fear that some rear echelon troops would find the convoy suspicious and fill his unarmed vehicle with holes. His luck held, the enemy were looking to the north and east, not at a group of trucks heading south.Soldiers from the rebel faction of the Thai Royal Army were stationed in each vehicle to cover any conversation with the local constabulary that might come up. The cover story was that the unit was driving with a purpose ~ the capital was under attack and they were reinforcements using back roads to avoid airstrikes ~ the phone network was a mess and the fact that the plan was so audacious, the normal police officers didn't feel the need to slow the military trucks down.The last phase was pure madness. They rolled down Road 304 at 80 kph. Every time they approached a checkpoint, the unit's commander called in a hopefully faux airstrike, on both them and the Thai soldiers. That made it plausible for the convoy to race forward as the troops around them were too busy diving for cover to stop them. If anything, the defenders thought those truck drivers were the bravest men they'd ever seen.At the end of the journey, they rolled across the Road 304 Bridge over the Chao Praya River, then dispersed. Each truck disgorged 16 Karin fighters, for a total of 560. To that was added the 100 members of the Fast Zuun and 35 drivers, three Tigr's and 59 combat troops. Miracles of miracles, they found the capital to be in total chaos.  It was H-hour plus 6 and a half. The Turkish Khanate commander of 100 looked south in the direction of In Buri. He was already in the 'spread chaos' phase of his operation. The central part of In Buri was the junction of Highways 11 and 32. Somewhere to the far north, friendly units were fighting their way to him. Forces retreating south, or reinforcements from Bangkok would have to pass through his position. He commandeered some passing civilian vehicles and created barricades on all three sides of the T-cloverleaf.Before long, the ground elements of an Airmobile Zuun had joined him. That allowed him to deploy several two-man observer teams over the surrounding countryside. He left two AFV's on the bridge and camouflaged the others in the best ambush points he could think of. Then, he waited.  It was H-hour plus eight. For Julia Atwood, this was the culmination of twenty-five years working in Asia, covering a host of military conflicts and both natural and man-made humanitarian disasters. She'd gotten a tip two days earlier that Bangkok Thailand was going to be the place to be. Since she wasn't a known anti-government reporter, her entry into the country had been easy enough.She had spent the previous day picking a city guide, luckily finding one she knew well, and looking around for sources of information about 'trouble'. What she found was a quiet city on the edge of an explosion. The police, paramilitary forces and the military had everything battened down tight. At the same time, the population was extremely anxious over the upcoming loyalist offensive against the rebel northwest.The military had clamped down on all information coming out of the prospective war zones while exhorting on all forms of mass media the sacred traditions of Thai national identity and the need for law and order. That made the hairs on the back of Julia's neck tingle. It spoke of an upcoming shit storm. Still, Day One had been a bust. Few people wanted to talk about what was going on; all known opposition leaders were in prison or in exile.She had awakened early in the morning to the sound of heavy weapons fire. She had been in enough war zones to know the difference between grenades exploding, or pistol, assault rifle, machine gun, and tank fire. She was hearing tank fire, which made no sense. The Thai army didn't need to use their tank's big guns to fire at anything the opposition could bring to bear.She slipped out the back of her hotel to avoid any possible police minder, gathered up her guide and went hunting for the story. Twice she barely avoided roving army patrols. What immediately occurred to her was these soldiers didn't seem to know what was going on. They were jumpy (not good) and nervous (great for a story).Her trained ears and years of instinct led her to one of the eyes of the storm. Julia's jaw nearly dropped open. There were Central Asian men riding around in Russian equipment surrounded by throngs of hundreds, possibly thousands, of Thai 'Red Shirt' protestors marching on a police barricade. Several leaders of the movement had bullhorns and were communicating with the police. It was a tense situation.Julia forced her way to the BMP-3M, then shouted up at the commander standing in the copula. She tried Uzbek. The man looked her way."No. I'm Kazak. My Uzbek isn't very good," he replied. Julia's Kazak wasn't the best in the world, but she endeavored to make it work."What are you doing here?""I could ask you the same thing," the man smiled. "We are part of the Alliance effort to bring about democratic change in this country." Julia knew he was spouting the party line."What are you really doing here?" she pressed."I have no idea," he chortled. "I don't speak this language, don't know who these people are and only found out where Thailand was two days ago.""Are there a lot of you here?""Not really.""How did you get here?""We landed at the airport. We are a portion of an airmobile Zuun."Just then one of the protestors tried to get the unit leader's attention. He kept repeating something."He wants you to advance on the police line and look menacing," she translated."Okay," the Khanate officer shrugged. "That I can do."He spoke rapid fire Kazak, which Julia couldn't quite follow. Her ride lurched forward, the crowd parted and she could see the blood drain out of the police commander's face. Without looking her way, the Kazak spoke to Julia."Tell them they have thirty seconds to put down their arms or I'm going to shred the lot of them."Julia thought about it for a second. She was recording this exchange on her camcorder. She knew this was straying dangerously close to becoming a participant, not a reporter. She translated to the Thai young man. He sprinted toward the police and relayed the message. She had no idea what a 100mm fragmentation shell would do, had an idea how bloody a 30mm auto-cannon could get and had great familiarity with the effectiveness of 12.7 & 7.62mm machine guns.The lead protestor had a rapid discussion with the lead policeman, bowing and begging for this situation to be resolved peacefully. The countdown reached eight when the officer indicated his acquiescence. The mob didn't surge forward victoriously. Julia slapped the turret to get the Kazak's attention."You don't need to fire.""I understand that," the man acknowledged. It wasn't over though. Another protestor, a woman, waved for the Kazak's attention. Since she wasn't alone in doing so, the man hadn't noticed her. What she was saying did get Julia's attention."She is saying that tanks are on the way!" she shouted at the man in the copula."Which direction?" he inquired. Julia confirmed the information relayed by the girl, who double checked with the person on the other end of her phone, worked out the terrain in her head, then drew a quick map on her palm."They are coming up the road one block up. They are heading north toward us.""Clear out the crowd," he responded evenly. He once more ordered his unit to action. One of the Tigr's raced forward and disgorged its men close to the next corner then the vehicle withdrew."What do you plan to do?" she asked."Do what I came here to do, kill the enemy.""But they have tanks.""Fortunately I have things that kill tanks," he grinned."Do you mind if I stick around?""It is your life," he shrugged. The BMP moved forward to the point where, with its barrel turned sideways, the vehicle was just short of exposing itself. He was busy talking to someone else.Seconds later, one of the Khanate soldiers at the corner launched a grenade up the street, then two others opened fire with their assault rifles. They ducked back around the corner right as a larger caliber machine gun chewed up the wall as well as the street in front of her. Two other soldiers fired off flares into the sky."You might want to get down," the Kazak advised her. Julia nodded, jumped off and ran to the corner to join the other troopers. She edged around the corner, leading with her camcorder. Sure enough, up the street was an honest-to-God tank, with others behind it. One of the foot-bound Kazaks was busy shouting at the others. Once more, a soldier fired a grenade at the tank, to no visible effect. This time he apparently got the response the Kazaks wanted.The tank's big gun fired. One of the troopers, mindful of Julia, grabbed her as they propelled themselves to the ground. The world exploded. Julia was doing a quick check of her well-being when she heard the BMP race forward, barrel turned perpendicular down the street and then it fired. Julia barely caught it all on her camera. The IFV had fired an anti-tank missile out of its main gun. The oncoming tank was a Ukrainian made T-84 Oplot.It exploded; the turret flying away in a curtain of flame. This time it was the blast that blew Julia to the ground. A Kazak soldier hefted her up and pulled her to safety. He was truly pissed when she dodged back into the danger zone to retrieve her camcorder. She sighed happily when she found it undamaged. The BMP rolled back behind cover."Get down," the Kazak ground pounder growled. "It is about to get a whole lot worse.""How?" she looked at him."Well, now that we have stopped the column from moving," he grinned like a maniac. That wasn't much of an answer. Then she noted all the Kazaks clutching at the concrete sidewalks. She did likewise. Seconds later, she heard the jets. 'Oh God', she gulped. She'd seen more than her fair share of airstrikes. She had never been this close to one.Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the Thai crowd moving closer."Get down," she screamed in Thai. "Get Down!"Others repeated her warning and the crowed went down to their knees. Then came the thunder. Julia could barely make out the whoosh of missiles before the detonating rockets and missiles shook her world.A stubby-winged jet raced past her vision. The pilot had gotten so damn close to the building tops she could make out every feature of his aircraft. This level of caution where civilians were concerned was surprisingly unlike the Khanate. She tried to stand, but the soldier next to her had wrapped an arm around her."They come in twos," he cautioned her.Sure enough another series of explosions rocked her surroundings. No sooner had she gotten to her feet, the Kazak commander shouted,"They are coming around for another pass, then we go!"A series of passes followed with the jets using auto-cannons on whomever was left out there.Julia pushed away from her guardian and rushed up to the BMP officer."Wait," she called to him. Stunningly, he waited, looking at her. "Let the crowd save the survivors. This is their struggle too.""If the soldiers fire on them there will be little I can do," he responded."Give them a chance."Against all her expectations, he did. The crowd moved to discover the carnage visited on their oppressors, and fellow countrymen.  It was H-hour plus eight. The Thai tank commander was close to the end of his rope. He'd been fighting since sunrise. Defend, attack, withdraw to a defensive position then wait for the order to counterattack. His platoon had dwindled down to his sole surviving tank. His company no longer acted as a separate entity. Now his battalion, barely a company in strength, operated as a fire brigade, shoring up his beleaguered battle group.The last attack, backed by air power, had shattered his unit. He fell back, literally backing into a second story building to avoid the ever-present Alliance attack helicopters. From his vantage point he could see a column of armored vehicles rolling down Highway 11. He was debating which one he would fire on first when he noticed a jeep coming his way. Onboard were three Thai soldiers, rebels.The jeep rolled right up to his hiding spot. The man in the back dismounted and he walked right up to the tank."Can we talk?" the man inquired. The tank commander kept him covered with this machine gun."What do you have to say, traitor?" he barked."I come to request,""We will not surrender," he growled."We are not asking you to surrender," the man corrected him. "We are asking you to let the war pass you by.""Why should I?""If you fight, you will be destroyed. The Thai army will need to rebuild when this is over and we must be strong. If you throw your life away, we will all be weaker."The tank commander had to think that over. If he began firing on that armored column he would be striking a mighty blow for his country. He would also be sentencing him and his men to death."There will be no surrender?""No sir," the man insisted.The rebel soldier made some sense. The Thai military would have to rebuild when this catastrophe was over. He and his men had done their part."We will stay here for a while," the tank commander informed the rebel."Very well," the soldier bowed. He remounted his jeep and drove away."We are going to stay here a while," he addressed his crewmen. "Get a bite to eat and a drink of water."His men hesitated for a moment."Now, while we have the chance."The men hopped to. They had their orders. They would worry about the morality of their actions later.  It was H-hour plus nine. The men in the Royal Thai Army's high command were finally getting ahold of the big picture. The good news was the Third Army's offensive was grinding to a halt along a line stretching along Highway 1 from Tham Pet Tham Tong Forest in the east to Chai Nat on the Chao Praya River in the west. It was accepted as fact that the 3rd Cavalry and 11th Infantry divisions could hold the line.West of the Chao Praya was a chaotic mess of small garrisons involved in raids and counter-raids. It was deemed unlikely the Alliance forces could push forward any further in that direction either. It also meant that they couldn't pull units from that region to reinforce any of their other trouble points and they had a few.That was most of the good news.Another piece of good news was the1st Army's 2nd Infantry Division had stopped the invasion force they were facing only a few kilometers over the frontier in the area of Watthana Nakhon District. As soon as they had gathered the majority of the division together, they would be mounting a counter-offensive with the intention of overwhelming that force and destroying it.After that, it only got worse.In the area of the 2nd Army, the 3rd Infantry Division and the 2nd Cavalry Division had virtually ceased to exist as cohesive forces. Two battalions of the 3rd Division were retreating south into the 6th Division's area. The 2nd Cavalry division had been reduced pre-battle to one mechanized regiment. That regiment was gone and with it, the supply routes for the 2nd Royal Thai Army.Inside that zone, the 6th Infantry Division still existed, but it was in a world of trouble. They had lost control of Highway 24, their primary supply/evacuation route, and were relentlessly being driven out of Ubon Ratchathani. Even with the slowly arriving battalions of the 3rd Division, the 6th could barely muster two combat-effective regiments and those were running short of fuel and ammunition. The 6th had become a static force, too large to be overwhelmed, too immobile to press the enemy out, or save themselves from a slow strangulation. Had they their assigned tank battalion, but they didn't.The 1st Army's 9th Division was in the worst shape. They had gathered into one elliptical shaped perimeter centered on Chanthaburi and were down to four battalions and two tanks. Technically, they had another battalion, except the 1st Army command had ordered that into Bangkok to aid in suppressing the rebel movement. The 9th Division was surrounded, under attack from the land, sea (the Indian Navy had joined the fight) and air. Their commanding general expected to be wiped out before sunset.And Bangkok?It was turning into a typhoon scale disaster. They had finally determined that there were eight small Khanate platoons roaming the city, seemingly at will. The 1st Division had finally located and destroyed one of those, along with a dozen protestors who chose to fight by their side. The others were still at large and causing trouble.That wasn't the worst of it though. The plan had been to pacify outlying neighborhoods and work their way in to the worst areas. That had started out effectively, then suddenly they had lost the northwestern and southeastern sectors. In the northwest, there were Karin fighters killing, or capturing police and paramilitary strongpoints.In the southeast, it was much worse. Unknown armored troops from the 9th Division's rear area had come seeping in along the riverfront. They seemed to be everywhere at once, surprising roadblocks and checkpoints then ambushing the forces sent to restore order. They were a cancer pushing into a city already short on reserves.There were public displays of defiance going out over the international news, surgical air strikes and a growing sense among the rank and file 'Guardians of the Public Order' that they were on the losing side. There were reports of police turning their backs on the unrest, directing traffic and arresting petty criminals instead.The Royal Thai Army in Bangkok still had over 50,000 men under its command. They were sure they were facing less than a thousand hardcore militants, yet they were losing control of the streets. Part of that was caused by the military being tied down to certain strategic areas they had to hold. They had to protect over a dozen buildings and, as they had painfully learned, a platoon wouldn't do.The Government House had been temporarily overrun and Parliament had been shelled. Channel 3 had been hijacked and the forces sent to take it back had been subject to intense helicopter attacks and driven back. They'd killed two such craft, but that only seemed to make the Alliance troops angrier. This was what a death by a thousand cuts felt like. This was worse than bad, because it looked bad on media going out all over the world.  It was H-hour plus twelve. The commander of the MARCOS had finally taken the time to eat. He was in the Maleenont Towers section of Khlong Toei, Bangkok. It had been his masterstroke, seizing the Channel 3 station. He wasn't sure who the eight shady characters who showed up with the VIPs were and he didn't really care. What did matter was while the VIP's fought like wildcats in private they were putting on a unified front while on TV.One of the VIPs was the former civilian Prime Minister of Thailand. The other guys seemed to hate her guts, but were willing to work with her to overthrow the generals. What he did care about was the nearly five hundred men under his command plus a dozen helicopters and jets somewhere above, waiting to swoop in and help when the next government attack materialized.He had to give them this much, the police forces had guts, not a lot of brains, but plenty of guts. Their counter-terrorism unit had known their stuff, but they didn't have any effective anti-tank weapons and he had a half dozen tanks. Whenever the army got feisty, he called up 'Shiva's Fist' ~ his men's joking reference to the Khanate air support. Those bastards not only killed you, they came back around and killed your corpse too.He got a call from the perimeter. Some of those Karin fighters had crossed half the city to join them. The Indian officer had thought that part of the Khanate plan was utter madness, yet here they were, shooting up the place in a manner only highly experienced insurgents could. Those guys didn't even want to hang around. They were asking for more ammo. The locals were giving them all the food and water they needed.At nine, once it was truly dark, the Khanate was promising to drop off a few tons of whatever they need plus some more medivac units. He was down nine men dead and twenty-seven wounded badly enough they need to be removed. The Khanate had lost four times as many. All in all, the overthrow of a military regime was turning out to not be as difficult as he thought it would be. He was waiting to be surprised.  It was H-hour plus fifteen. The fighting had died down and now the main activity was the Thai civic authorities fighting the fires burning in Saraburi. The Khanate Commander of 1000 looked over his shoulder at the burning city. It hadn't been much of a fight, mainly a few rear echelon forces from the Royal Thai 2nd Army and some paramilitaries.He wasn't in the town. The majority of his troopers had already rolled down to the junction of Highways 1 and 33. He had communication with other elements farther west on Highway 32 at Ang Thong and to the northwest at the junction of Highways 1 and 32. The offensive operations was essentially over for his command. That was just as well. He was running low on petrol. He still had plenty of ammunition though.They were sitting on the lifeline for the 1st Army's 3rd Cavalry and 11th Division to the north and the 2nd Division to the east. The 6th Division was too far in his rear to matter and the 9th Division was facing annihilation along the coast. It was very dark now, but the air force was still active. Some pilots were flying their sixteenth mission of the day.For most of the day, the Khanate Air Force had concentrated on his axis of advance and the battle in Bangkok. The Vietnamese Air Force had concentrated on the hapless 9th Division. In reality, the Alliance was almost at the end of its tether.His combined Laos and Far North Task Forces were spent. The North and Cambodian Task Forces had the 6th Division pinned down. The South Task Force had done the same with the 9th. Only the Central Task Force facing the 2nd Division appeared to be in serious trouble.None of those formations were actually near defeat, though many of them wouldn't realize that until morning. Only the 3rd Army's two task force had consisted of more than 5,000 hastily gathered troops and most of those were Cambodians, Laotians and Vietnamese. To that the Khanate had added 50 mobile Zuuns spread over ten task forces and another 50 airmobile, parachute and airlifted units ~ less than ten thousand men and women spread over all fronts.The cold, hard reality for him was that not a single loyalist Thai unit had been destroyed. The 3rd and 9th infantry divisions has been battered, that was true. The majority of their mobile forces, the 2nd and 3rd cavalry divisions, still existed as a potent force. The 11th and 2nd infantry divisions were also out there, but they were all cut off from the capital. And in this elegant global play, the one theater that mattered was Bangkok.In the morning, if they came for him, the loyalist Thai's were going to discover that offense was a lot more painful that defense. Only the 2nd Division bothered him. The forces to the north were too heavily engaged with the rebel Thai 3rd Army to dispatch more than a battalion his way and he would gobble up a battalion.It would be too much to ask the battered Alliance Center Task Force to keep the 2nd Division occupied. From what he had heard, they were on the verge of disintegration after a powerful Loyalist counterattack. He did have patrols on the 304 and 359 Roads in case their commander got creative. What those few men lacked in vehicles, they would compensate for with air power.The Khanate Air Force was a 24/7, all-weather operation. They had lost 40 aircraft to enemy action and a further forty to mechanical malfunction. Losses in helicopters was also high. But there were still enough of both to get the job done. Now all he had to do was wait for the Americans to arrive.  It was H-hour plus seventeen.There were only three major acts left in this macabre play before the eyes of the world. A squadron of 12 Tu-22M bombers found two of the 2nd Division's regiments sneaking to the west. The Thais had done this with as much secrecy as they could. Unfortunately, their move was one of only two option left to the Loyalist Royal Thai Army.Option One, the most likely one, had the 2nd Division attacking the Khanate troops south of Saraburi. It would not only give the 2nd Division freedom of movement, it would establish supply lines to the divisions currently holding the rebel Thai Third Army at bay. It was the predictable choice.The Khanate U A V were out there, scouting for them and when they spotted the three columns using the backroads to approach their attack positions, they relayed that information to a not-so-distant A-50E/I. The squadron of waiting bombers had incredible endurance and had been circling the suspected target area for three hours. They broke up into groups of six then into groups of two. The first two lined up on their targets then unleashed their lethal cargo.Each plane dropped sixty-nine 250 kg bombs. That was138 bombs with a combined explosive power of 75,900 lbs. spread out over three-quarters of a mile. The A-50 assessed the damage for 7 minutes before sending the second set of two in. Another 138 bombs. Another 75,900 lbs. of death. The third group wouldn't be needed. In ten minutes the fighting power of the 2nd Royal Thai Infantry Division had evaporated.Option Two? That called for the 1st Infantry Division, with her added units, to sally forth from Bangkok and rescue the trapped elements of their other divisions. That would have entailed abandoning large areas of the capital to the protestors and the tiny groups of invaders that were helping them. No one thought they would do that and they were right. Had they been wrong, there was another squadron of bombers waiting for them.  It was H-hour plus nineteen. The Thai Phon Thahan-turned-Sip Tho looked out into the darkness. Four hours ago he was anticipating crossing the Cambodian border and burning down their town for a change. Now, now it was wait-and-see. The majority of the division had withdrawn for a long night march to the west. From what he had gathered, the 2nd Army had been pummeled and it was once again the time for the 2nd Division to save the day.He spotted movement in front of him. He glanced over to his 'sniper', a Thahan Phran who was the best shot in his unit and had a taste for the task. The man had the target in his sights."I come to parlay," the voice in the darkness shouted in less than perfect Thai. The Thai soldier had to think what that meant. His instinct was to shoot the man. His training taught him to not make choices above his pay grade."Advance. Don't do anything stupid," he called out. To the man next to him he whispered, "Go get the Captain." The man slunk away. No one alive in the unit stood up to do anything. You even pissed crouched down. The man coming toward him was a Cambodian. It was evident in both his gear and accent. "What do you want?""We want a truce," the man replied. He remained very erect, his hands in the air and only made slow, careful movements."I should shoot you," he growled."That would be unfortunate for both of us. I would, of course, be dead, and my allies would open up with our artillery."The conversation was truncated by the captain's arrival. They went through much of the same routine, absent the 'I should kill you part' and the counter-threat. The captain turned to the Thai soldier."Blindfold and bind this man's hands then take him to the Phan Ek (Colonel). Let him figure this out."Without the soldier saying anything the Captain added, "This could be a ruse. I must stay here. Hurry."He nodded, took a shirt from one of the civilian volunteers, cut it into strips then blindfolded and bound the man."If you so much as sneeze, I'll put a bullet in your head," he warned the man."I understand," the Cambodian replied. The soldier took the Cambodian one block behind the lines, spun the man around several times, then led him toward the command bunker. He spun him around twice more before making his final approach. A wounded junior officer met him at the entrance."Come on," he took custody of the man. Having nothing else to do and not having been ordered to release the prisoner, the soldier followed along.The Regimental Commander had the man un-blindfolded. His hands remained bound."What do your masters want?" the Major snapped."They want a truce," the Cambodian blinked in the sudden bright light."You invaded us without a declaration of war. That makes you criminals, not combatants.""We attacked at the request of the legitimate authority in Thailand, the Commanding General of the Royal Thai Third Army.""Those men are rebels and you will not refer to them as anything but," the Phan Ek insisted."Very well. My Commander wishes to let you know that our mobile hospital has arrived. We wish to exchange prisoners and place our facilities at your disposal as well.""The Royal Thai army will be there soon enough," the Major glowered."Unlikely. Our Khanate allies have informed us that most of your division was destroyed on the road. You have one battered regiment and a handful of tanks. You are not going anywhere."The soldier wanted to slap the smug smile off the man's face."I do not have the authority to hand over prisoners until their status as POWs or criminals has been established," the senior officer countered."If you consider our men criminals, we will treat your men like traitors.""Are you threatening me?""Yes. A fact you should be aware of is that the Khanate has been flying in reinforcements since noon and we have five more armored, mechanized and artillery Zuuns to attack with. Come sunrise, we will be coming at you again unless we have a truce.""Now you are threatening us again," the Phan Ek pointed out."I am explaining the realities of your situation, nothing more," the Cambodian countered. "Our task force commander believes that further violence will be futile. You have done your job and we have done ours.""And your job was to keep us occupied so you could rape and pillage other parts of our country?""No sir. The Alliance forces have been operating under very strict guidelines. The Thai people are our allies and we are a liberating force," the Cambodian replied."You consider this town 'liberated'? You've destroyed it," the Phan Ek noted."It was unfortunate that you chose to fight us here."The Colonel studied the man silently for thirty seconds."I will agree to a two hour truce. That should allow me to contact my superiors for further clarification on my mission. We will hand over any critically injured 'invaders'. You will return any POW's you are holding in exchange.""Agreed," the Cambodian immediately responded."Just like that? It is really within your authority to make such a deal?""As I said earlier Phan Ek, we believe the fighting is over. We don't need your captured men. We would like to see as many as our comrades live as possible. No matter what your commanders say, the fact remains that if you come out of these ruins, you will be slaughtered. You know that. I know that. Peace is the only avenue that leads to any level of success. Today, today, both our forces did what our commanders told us to do. The dying should stop.""Go. The truce will take effect in, fifteen minutes ~ 12:12 am. We will transfer prisoners and wounded at your point of entry. We will both give a warning whistle fifteen, ten, five and one minute before the truce ends at 2:12 am. Do you understand?"The Cambodian repeated the terms of the truce. He was bound up then sent back with the Sip Tho."Do you really think this is the end of the fighting," he asked his blind captive."On the lives of my children I hope so," the man sighed. "I led 88 men into battle this morning and now I'm down to 46 effectives. I have lost too many already for a battle that wasn't in my nation's best interest. I am tired of the killing.""Me too," the Thai said a moment later. After he delivered him to the Captain on the front lines, the man was unbound."Good luck," he found himself saying."Good luck for both of us," the Cambodian gave a weary smile. "May we not meet again.""If I see you again, I will kill you.""I feel the same way," the man chuckled. "We are both soldiers doing what more powerful men have commanded us to do. I don't know about you, but I have had enough." Several Thai soldiers nodded. They had driven the enemy off Thai soil. Continuing the fight didn't seem to have much of a point.  

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Sandwiches?In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             “Some masks hide who we are. Others show who we want to be”              I could bowl Mercy over with a feather. Rio and I are doing the same social mechanics and come to the same conclusion. There are three reasons to marry a gay guy;1.      money,2.      social pressure and3.      camouflage.Felicity doesn't need the money, so we simply assumed it to be number two. We totally missed the other reason; Felicity is a lesbian. Rio takes it in her slow and easy style. She walks up and puts Felicity in a gentle Mercy, Felicity, Rio sandwich."I am going to have so much fun breaking you in," Rio whispers affectionately to Felicity. "When you get good at it, I'll let you play with Mercy, she likes to be played with but you have to be firm. Do you like it firm and hard, my most favorite and annoying little Ass-Tramp?" Subtle like a freaking tsunami. Mercy recovers from her shock to nod her head vigorously."What about Barbie Lynn?" Felicity inquires with velvet hunger."She's Zane's," Rio informs her. Felicity looks a bit disappointed. "Zane shares her though, so don't expect her to fall in love with you," then leans in and up, "but you'll find out her lips, titties and ass are to die for. Now let's go back to my room and let me show you some things," Rio grins, looks over her shoulder and gives me a wink. Who's room?Barbie Lynn pats my ass then skips after the trio."We are going to lube up Mercy and try out some of the basics," Rio instructs Felicity. "We'll see what intrigues you then I'll send you home with some toys to practice with and, well, loosen you up a bit. Mercy didn't become fantastic overnight. I had to work on her a lot. See,” and the conversation is drowned out by the rest of the students on the floor.No one has batted an eye about Mercy, Rio, and/or Felicity either. Maybe I really am the downfall of the Judeo-Christian tradition after all. Rio is taking responsibility for Mercy. Mercy just stepped out to the World as her true self, a tiny, tiny step anyway. Barbie Lynn is playing Dorm Mother in spades and in a manner way beyond the Handbook's job description.Valarie, Vivian and Iona have gathered together then when Vivian finger-beckons me over. I saunter over to see what's going to go wrong with my life next, and if they have any Tribbles hiding there I'm going to burn the little bastards in the sink. That's not what brings me over."All the Advocate-candidates have been approached and agreed to serve," Vivian seems amused to inform me. "They want what little ceremony exists to be performed and the Advocates sworn in at 9pm.""Has someone worked on an Oath of Office," I groan. 'To one's self be true', what else can I say?"It seems some of the prelaw students actually had a little contest and they've put something together," Vivian smiles warmly. "It has been downloaded to your phone, it is under Advocate Oath of Office.""Why are you being such a smart ass?" I look her over. "Hasn't my day been bad enough?""Zane, have you seen your phone log for the past twelve hours?" Vivian asks me. I have been ignoring my phone, in fact. I check it now and I bless those hard working Taiwanese and the huge memory capacity they've put in my global lifeline; otherwise my phone would have melted down hours ago.Fuck, I have phone calls from people I don't even know, who live in, France, Germany, Brazil and Belarus? I rack my mind to remember where Belarus is, blonde-haired, blue eyed Slavic ladies, now I know! The viewing of Star Trek humiliations seem to be universal but at least they don't know my name or face. There is some serious Time Lord Mafia paddling over this one. They've used my damn private phone number."When do you think you'll talk to Rio," Iona asks cautiously."I'll take care of that right now, while she's feeling happy and playful," I comfort Iona. "Besides, it could be worse; everyone is looking for a pudgy Sasquatch, not me." The three ladies all stare at me. "Oh fuck," I groan."Well," Vivian looks away (oh hell), "the footage sort of shows you taking a shower plus your name and phone number.""But your transformation into is a fur-ball is truly precious," Valarie comforts/mocks me. "All my gal-pals out West think you are so cute; Phoenix, one of my Mom's jailbird friends, even used the 'too cute' emoticon and I didn't even think she knew what emoticons were. She sent it to all her buds still in lock-up too.""Great, I'm popular in a women's correctional facility, at least it is in another state," I sigh upward. I pray to God that never becomes relevant. "Hell, I have a housewife in Belarus she wants me as a house pet.""What does she look like?" Valarie seems curious."How would I know?" I am somewhat offended. Valarie takes my phone but I don't resist too much. She scrolls a bit then hits the number. "Don't call her," I bark. Valarie laughs then hands me my phone back.She shows me the 'entirety' of the girl's message. Nice bikini, or what there is of it and I can't imagine it being too practical that far north. She is divorced, with a one year old son, 22 years old and fresh out of college with a job as a PR specialist for a real estate development firm. She also speaks seven freaking languages, I feel like such an underachiever right now, or male underwear model.Maybe I'll make her a pen pal ~ she's a half a world away. I should be safe. Right now I can't play it safe though; I have to go play with Rio and I know that violates my health insurance under the 'feeding dangerous animals' clause."Zane," Iona offers to take my phone so I give it to her (why should I distrust her right?). Her delicate little fingers fly across it then she hands it back. "You now have a fifteen minute warning," she is trying to be helpful."Paige seems to have vanished," I request, "so when you see her, tell her to give us some peace please." The three of the saner women I know give me a nod.I round the final screen and there is my sleeping platform. Barbie Lynn and Felicity are examining a stunning large collection of sexual aids (that my credit card must have paid for), which Rio is sedately explaining to them, sort of what you would expect from a Mary Kay or Avon saleswomen. Mercy is bent over the bed, pushing up her ass by standing on her toes, skirt and panties gone and surreptitiously undoing her blouse buttons when she thinks Rio isn't looking.Mercy even flashes a precious grin my way when she sees me. It is the 'Weeee! I'm about to get fucked' look. While amiably chatting away, Rio puts her hand over one of Felicity's hands and leads it over to Mercy's flank. Felicity puts up a token resistance."Do that again and it will cost you," Rio purrs. Felicity stares at Rio's feral nature, seeing her truly for the first time then obeys. "Good girl," Rio coos in Felicity's ear.That reminds me what I've forgotten to do today, the air filters. I look around the various wardrobes for some sort of precision tool like a baseball bat, crowbar, sledgehammer, fire axe or chainsaw, I have a cricket bat? What the hell am I doing with a cricket bat? Isn't that the National sport of India; is it even played on this continent? It may be one of a kind; I'll spare it."Zane!" Rio snaps. Apparently she's been calling my name for a second or two."Yeah Bro, what do you need?" I answer. I'm not being attacked by someone so she must need something from me."Felicity is self-conscious about being naked in front of us girls," Rio grins. "Could you pick out a swimsuit for her that is conservative and demur?" In Rio-speak that means three small circle Band-Aids and some dental floss."What color would you like Felicity?" I ask. She says white; I groan because when you sweat/drip on white it becomes translucent. Maybe she's teasing me.I pick out a Rio-approved set (she has a whole drawer labeled 'Slut Wear' after all), hides it from her until I walk around and hand the 'suit' to Rio.Top lesson:1.      Rio is in charge.Rio approved approves the look suit then hands it to Felicity."You expect me to wear this?" Felicity gasps."That's going to cost you Sweet-cheeks," Rio grins wickedly."I can't wear this," Felicity stammers. Rio puts a finger to her lips to stop Felicity from saying anything else."I apologize, Ms. Tolliver," Rio nods, "I think you are in the wrong place. Thank you for the books; good-bye now." Felicity is looking back and forth between Rio, Barbie Lynn, Mercy and me. Barbie Lynn gives Felicity a friendly shrug; I mirror that gesture while Rio takes up a medium lavender dildo, a bottle of lube and pours an expertly delivered thin stream on the tool and Mercy's asshole as if they are one. She's pointedly ignoring Felicity.Felicity is a 'Prom Queen' type and now some jumped-up freshman has dismissed her like she is nothing; I doubt that has ever happened before. On the other hand, Rio is brazenly open with her sexuality and sexual desires; a freedom Felicity has always felt denied her. Felicity almost makes a crucial mistake but I catch her starting to form the words 'I'm sorry' to me but I redirect her with a tilt of my head."I apologize," Felicity whispers."Zane, could you take over for me please," Rio says. I step around to her far side and start working my dildo slowly into Mercy's rectum. She wiggles her ass playfully to the intrusion. Rio steps up to Felicity, rises up on her tiptoes and grips Felicity's head firmly but gently. Rio tries to kiss Felicity but I can tell the taller blonde's jaws clench and her body stiffens."One last chance," Rio insists. She lets the implications sink in then kisses her again. It is a close thing but Felicity finally breaks down and let's Rio's tongue master her tongue, mouth and lips. Felicity moan eradicates a decade of repression and denial and it is with some reluctance that the taller blonde lets the short, darker Rio settle down. Rio presses a finger to Felicity's lips again."This is going to be the last time I'm nice to you for some time," Rio begins. She stops Felicity from speaking once more. "Zane and I are closer than family, he's number 1 in my book; there is no other. I will call you whatever I want to call you and you will not talk back. My safe words are 'That fucking hurts' or clapping your ankles together if you can't speak.""Mercy is mine; hurt her and I will bury you, my hand to God. Outside of that, I will use you like I want to. I will show you things you've only read about, make you dress in clothes that terrify you, and press you as hard as I can because I care about you Felicity. Are you a virgin?" Rio inquires."Yes," Felicity moans somewhat frightened."Your vaginal virginity is yours, your oral and anal virginity are mine," she explains. "When I say come over, don't make excuses, bring your ass to wherever I am. I am going to be hard on you and give you to my friends to play with because it amuses me, clear? Are you okay with this; if you aren't, this is your last chance to back out because I will hunt your ass down after tonight.""I can, I'm okay with this," Felicity says with less trepidation."Okay Bitch," Rio growls, "Take off your shoes, panties and skirt; pick out the paddle you think you deserve to be spanked with and bed over the bed. That shirt better not be in the way. Oh, you are leaving your bra with me tonight, go home without it. You only wear panties if you have my permission as well.""Yes,” Felicity falters."Call me Rio," she clarifies. "I'm not afraid of who the fuck I am. You've looked down at people like me all your life and now you are going to be as degraded as what you wanted me to go through. Payback is a bitch.""Yes Rio," Felicity confirms softly."Well, get to it," Rio snaps and swats Felicity's ass. "I want to waste some time on my beautiful, wonderful, annoying slut here," she moved to Mercy, "and her tricky little self has been taking off her clothes without my permission." The slap Rio plants leaves a red handprint on Mercy who exhales contentedly at Rio's attention. "Oh, you've been a naughty little fuck-slut, and you are wetter than the damn river," Rio whispers in Mercy's ear as one hand pumps the vibrator in her ass and the other strokes her wet cunt.Yeah Rio, that's putting the fear of God in Mercy, right. Felicity takes the most-wicked looking paddle available and I've never even seen Rio consider using."Bro, we have a meeting at 9pm so we need to break it up in about an hour," I give the bad news."Zane, damn, take over Mercy once more; I trust you with her but I want tears and if you could get her to bite up a ball gag, I'd appreciate it," Rio asks. Mercy has been placated and her position with Rio affirmed. She's a happy little Bottom once more because Rio finds her annoying, which means 'love' when translated into sane people-speak."Barbie Lynn, warm her up for me," Rio requests of the blonde bombshell as she falls on Felicity's behind's like a Bedouin dying of thirst. I can see Felicity about to turn and plead for Barbie Lynn's attention because she mistakenly believes BLT will be hesitant. Boy, she's in for a surprise. Barbie Lynn's thumbs push the base of Felicity's softly resistant ass up and apart.Barbie Lynn is lapping like a dog at Felicity's cunny alternating flicks of the tongue along the labia and short, rapid intrusions."What kind of sick masochist are you?" Rio snarls, waving Felicity's chosen paddle before her eyes. "I use this to crush the skulls of rogue water buffaloes; where was I supposed to hit you; on the asses of your ancestors cause that was where you were headed? What the hell was this even doing in my collection anyway?""Also, what are you doing with your bra still on? I'm going to want those bad boys milked before you escape tonight," Rio grumbled."You didn't,” Felicity starts to protest even as Barbie Lynn twirls her toward orgasm."Shut up!" Rio hisses. "Barbie Lynn, teach her a lesson." Barbie Lynn frees up one hand long enough to give her one 'moderate' spank. "Where is Paige; I need her nimble, spider-like finger of Evil."I can't seem to spot her so Paige is forced to clear her throat, she has carefully hidden herself behind my, pillow; she's hiding by the simple expedients of being in semi-darkness and being very still. It is so eerie I almost love her, love her."Jesus H. Christ," Rio jumps. "I'd put bells on you but I'd probably end up with them in my cunt, now that actually, focus Rio!" she chastises herself."Paige, help me strip my latest toy down and give her nipples a stress test," Rio requests."Deal, but you need to do me one favor," Paige starts crawling over toward Felicity."Sure, now get snappy," Rio urges her on as starts to pull Felicity's shirt over the girl's head."Forgive me for forcing Iona to help me and the Time Lord Mafia," Paige cashes in her favor immediately. It is all the more self-sacrificial in that I suspect Cordelia kept Paige out of the whole plot."Bitch," Rio seethes at Paige, "if you messed up Iona I'll still find a way to make you pay, I promise you.""You granted me a favor," Paige reminds Rio cautiously."Zane, do something," Rio pleads."I've already sworn not to make the responsible parties pay, beyond what Cordelia has already granted me," I grin. "I get Paige's ass whenever I want, how often I want, until the end of October," I add.Paige lowers her head and trembles with fear and anticipation; the 'threat' of anal sex is something Paige and I are working through plus, since Paige fears it, Rio will love the fantasy vision of Paige squirming on my 'meaty pole', see Barbie Lynn's thesaurus. Rio can't get away from Paige fast enough, falling into the narcotic pleasures of Mercy's treasures.Rio is often misunderstood; pain is a daily part of her life brought about by her blatantly aggressive lifestyle and the wraiths of her past. Mercy isn't in any danger; she could hardly be safer at the moment, figuratively speaking. Mercy's ass and cunt are getting a workout to the point I'm afraid that Rio is going to shove that dildo all the way into Mercy's colon and Rio's tongue might end Mercy's 'pesky' virginity by tongue-muscle action alone.

On Wednesdays, we share our thoughts on a newer entertainment property. Currently, that's Only Murders in the Building. Episode 2 brought back some old favorites from way back in season 1, as well as another round of Stars Stopping By to Be Suspects. Catherine apologizes to Jackie Hoffman for forgetting her name and her character's name: Uma!. Mentioned: The card game Oh Hell, which figured prominently in this episode.Next week, we'll discuss S4 E3 of Only Murders in the Building, “Two for the Road.” We'll be back tomorrow with our weekly roundup.

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Milena's recent television work includes: Oh Hell, The Empress, The Swarm, and One Trillion Dollars. Milena's film work includes: In The Aisles, Someday We'll Tell Each Other Everything, I'm Your Man, All Quiet On The Western Front, and Club Zero, and Wim Wenders' Pina, Anselm, and Perfect Days. 

SURPRISE! WEDNESDAY VALENTINES DAY SPECIAL! In this episode, Brother X, The Cultured Scientist, and Mr. Smith are joined by Teacher Bae to have a mental health check as well as discuss Hennessy Pickles, A target employee committing murder over his lunch, a slight recap of the grammy's, and a mom being banned from picking up her kids because of....Onlyfans? They also have a discussion on Black Romance displayed in Movies along with some of their favorites and what they could consider classics for their generation. So grab a seat, pour up something  nice in your cup, and listen in on some dope conversation. And again, Truth and Transparency podcast is a podcast that allows for young professionals to talk open and truthfully in a transparent fashion.  The Truth and Transparency Podcast is currently located on 7 different platforms(Apple, Anchor, Google Podcast, Breaker, Pocket Cast, Radio Public, and Spotify) with more to come soon. Please be sure to rate and share with your friends on your preferred platform. If you are listening on Anchor leave us a voice message, and you will be shouted out in the show. RougHousE's Youtube ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCBOv1hmpADnMOGG84aOdgsg⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Also, follow them on Instagram @_roughouse4life_ Video clips from this week's episode: Oh Hell nah Hennessy Pickles https://www.instagram.com/reel/C27-gzNPtGV/?igsh=MmI4bGc2eXRxbDZp Target employee gets 100 years for killing Co-worker who ate their lunch https://www.instagram.com/p/C271E1dJf6V/?igsh=aXhsNjYwcGI4dHRy Grammys(i.e.recap Killer Mike being arrested, Jay-Z comments) https://www.instagram.com/p/C28n0ftutZd/?igsh=MXcydmlkeW1lN3J0aw== https://youtu.be/W6dBQ2UM6JI?si=afZjagwqYlSzB8G8 Mom Banned from Child's school for advertising onlyfans on car. https://www.instagram.com/p/C2-p7sqP1iS/?igsh=dW9ldDB6MGxtZ2Zz

Oh HELL yeah. Get it? This is MAXimum News for October 3, 2023 — fast-paced, on-point gaming news and industry analysis with atypical gamers Max Derrat and Sybsidian. Series archive (YouTube) ► https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLBV81U7BXltW3WrJe8GiXXIsuY7rwWqr9 Audio version (available on all major podcast platforms) ► https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/maximum-news Max Derrat on YouTube ► https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCj8orMezFWVcoN-4S545Wtw Max Derrat on Twitter ► https://www.twitter.com/maxderrat Syb on YouTube & Twitter ► See below! ~~~~ WELCOME TO THE LEAGUE! ~~~~ We are writers, artists, developers & media professionals with a passion for video games and nerd culture. We hope our content helps to enhance your enjoyment of the games and fictional worlds we all love! SUBSCRIBE for more game guides, walkthroughs, reviews, comedy & lore ► https://www.youtube.com/thetriplesleague?sub_confirmation=1 DON'T MISS MAXimum News weekly on this channel — fast-paced, on-point gaming news and industry analysis with atypical gamers Max Derrat and Sybsidian! ► https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLBV81U7BXltW3WrJe8GiXXIsuY7rwWqr9 OTHER CHANNELS WE THINK YOU'LL LOVE: • Max Derrat - the original Simpsons-kin presents game and film analysis that makes you SMARTER! ► https://www.youtube.com/@maxderrat • Sceneometry - Ash K. Ryan's hilarious, geek-level deep dives into movies & TV shows ► https://www.youtube.com/@Sceneometry • Triple S Radio - Epic music for gaming & studying ► https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC8YTY05Uv8RTjWdbpKghHAg • AI Plays - A humorous look at game-playing AI ► https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCxfYDItE_060H41EhdXHwZA SUPPORT US - We need YOUR help to keep doing what we do! • Patreon ► https://www.patreon.com/TheTripleSLeague​ • Guilded subscriptions ► https://www.guilded.gg/the-triple-s-league • Channel membership (main channel) ► https://www.youtube.com/thetriplesleague/join • Merch ► https://teespring.com/stores/thetriplesleague BOOK • Best of Classic Card Games: A Rule and Play Reference for Your Favorite Games ► https://amzn.to/3Czza9P ONLINE COMMUNITIES - Escapism, fandom, & friendships! • Guilded ► https://www.guilded.gg/the-triple-s-league • Discord ► https://discord.gg/WDQJTJw SOCIAL MEDIA • Twitter ► https://twitter.com/TripleSLeague --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/maximum-news/message

Syd & Lex are joined by Nettie and Etsy of the Oh Hell Yes podcast. The host review the highly-regarded film, "Pariah" from filmmaker Dee Rees. Lex ,of course, has much to add on the topic of growing up queer. And Syd can never turn down a god coming-of-age tale. Movie InfoPariah (2011)Synopsis: A Brooklyn teenager juggles conflicting identities and risks friendship, heartbreak and family in a desperate search for sexual expression.https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1233334/Follow Oh Hell Yes! A Girlfriends PodcastEach week, your Hosts Nettie Smith and Etsy Roe discuss the historical black TV sitcom, Girlfriends! Starting from the beginning we deep dive into each episode of the series, it's plot points, how it relates to today's issues and which characters are showing their ass a little too much! https://twitter.com/HellYesGirlFollow The New Chitlin Circuitwww.tiktok.com/@newchitlincircuitinstagram.com/newchitlincircuitwww.thenewchitlincircuit.comEmail: ask@thenewchitlincircuit.com The New Chitlin Circuit is the only podcast dedicated solely to highlighting Black, independent film. Every Monday, Syd and Lex review a Black indie, low-budget, or direct-to-tv movie. Some weeks the hosts dig into an edgy Hood-drama on Tubi. Other weeks, Syd and Lex dive into meditative, arthouse films. But every week, it's Black Indies Only.

Maya hosts the first "Oh Hell Yes Seminar". She invites all the girls except Lynn to speak on the panel and that causes a rift in the friendship. Lynn deals with the state of her career. And at the seminar, one (Kelly Rowland) of the attendees begs Toni to be her mentor. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/antoinette-q-smith/support

Boosy and Brett are back talking weekend shenanigans, Bruins, another phenomenal Bobbies corner and your questions. Make sure to follow us @OnlyBruinsPod @DowntownBoosy2 @BrettHoward_ @BobbieBrewski and @PrimeTimeProds to support us and interact with us! In Partnership with Primetime Productions

God doesn't Send People to Hell; People Send Themselves

Welcome back to the 2Thicc Pod, where the only thing THICCER than our waistlines is our hot takes. In this episode “3:16 Oh Hell YA” we dive deep into women's deodorant, because let's be honest, why not? And if you're craving something savory, we've got you covered with Thiccest of the Week!  Chicken to Go is so dope.  But that's not all, folks! Have you ever wondered if you should sell your precious sports card collection? Well, Meat Sticks has been contemplating this, and wanted to spill his guts out to you- the listener.  If you look closely you can see Manny slowly die with boredom as Jeremy shares his thoughts. And speaking of sports cards, will we be selling at the National or just partying it up with our fellow collectors? Find out on this episode of the 2Thicc Pod. And don't forget, if you're looking for a new hobby, this podcast just might be your new obsession. So grab a slice of pizza or box of Road Chicken, crack open a cold Old Milwaukee, and get ready for your Hobby Release. #sportscards #whodoyoucollect #thehobby #panini #tradingcards #paniniamerica #nba #basketballcards #topps #baseballcards #footballcards #nfl #rookiecard #basketball #psa #sports #mlb #football #rookie #cards #baseball #upperdeck #sportscardsforsale #cardcollector #autograph #sportscardscollector #hockeycards #nbacards #cardcollection #nhl #prizm #rookiecards #sportscard #collection #paniniprizm #sportscardcollector #collect #collectibles #hobby #donruss #collector #hockey #toppsbaseball #showyourhits #bowman #groupbreaks #cardcollecting #sportscardinvestor #boxbreaks #sportsmemorabilia #bgs #auto #michaeljordan #lebronjames #paninibasketball #nflcards #pokemon #hof #toppschrome #fleer #sportspodcast #podcast #sports #nfl #nba #football #sportstalk #basketball #podcasting #podcasts #mlb #podcastersofinstagram #espn #podcastlife #podcaster #nflnews #baseball #spotify #nfldraft #fantasyfootball #sportspodcasts #sportsradio #footballpodcast #nhl #nflfootball #applepodcasts #sportsnews #nbapodcast #collegefootball #spotifypodcast #youtube #hockey #basketballpodcast #lakers #applepodcast #nflpodcast #lebronjames #nbaplayoffs #ers #metri #tombrady #nyc #newpodcast #googlepodcasts #sport #soccer #nflmemes #dallascowboys #nbanews #sportsbetting #ncaa #mostconsistentmaninsports #cfb #eyetestgoat #explorepage #blackpodcast #sportsshow #nflfreeagency #follow #panthers

Show: Deadly AffairsEpisode: Lethal Acquisitions (2nd episode) Year: 1996This episode seems like it should be the plot of a Goosebumps book. Creepy ass gnomes, Annabelle -like porcelain dolls, and insane smiles only a demon would make tell the story of two odd oldies. Peggy and Roger Skaggs stayed married for 35 years until Peggy's horrific death separated them.  Peggy lived to serve Roger, like seriously it was the only thing she did. She did it well until an assumed robbery gone wrong took her life. As police look into the strange behaviors in the home, they find that all is not what it seems.  Support the showCheck out our website: https://www.buzzsprout.com/837988 Linktree: https://linktr.ee/itsalwaysthehusbandpodcast Like our Facebook page and join our group!! Instagram: @itsalwaysthehusbandpodcast Twitter: @alwaysthehubs Etsy Shop: https://www.etsy.com/shop/ItsAlwaysTheHusband?ref=simple-shop-header-name&listing_id=776055218 Theme song by Jamie "I'm Gonna Kill You, Bitch" Nelson

Toni Childs said it best, "Oh HELL no"! Submission has been used for generations to put women down. As a Modern Boss Babe, this can be tough to swallow. In this episode, we examine that ugly word and uncover new tools of "yield" and "allow" to enhance your Queendom.

Thanks for listening to our podcast! We are continuing to move through the season of Lent together, as we move toward Holy Week and Easter. This week we read Matthew 25:31–46 together, a culminating story about the Last Judgment. Hope this sermon on this very challenging text will be helpful to you this week and in your spiritual life, as you move through Lent and reflect on how God is speaking to you in this season of life and faith. To find out more about our congregation, check us out at www.williamsburgbaptist.com. You can also find us on Instagram and Facebook!

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Flaming CarsTom Pennington auditions us  (guest wrench at the shop for a week).Do Teslas try to kill Harley Riders? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZkeiBe-ZD0Support the showRemember folks...Ride Fast and Take Chances! check out our Youtube channel at https://www.youtube.com/c/ClevelandMoto

Have you ever wondered where all the references to hell and the devil were in the Old Testament?  Why, all of a sudden, do they show up in the New?  To give the Christian religion teeth, the inventors needed a good hook, and they went with eternal damnation and other cute stories to literally scare the hell out of people.  In this episode, Jim and Ronnie take a glimpse into what is really going on with so-called hell.

Helene ist anders. Die junge Frau liegt mit den gängigen Konventionen der Selbstoptimierung über Kreuz. Mala Emde spielt die Figur in der neuen Serie "Oh Hell". Und diese Rolle, so erzählt sie im Gespräch, habe ganz viel mit ihr selbst zu tun.Mala Emde im Gespräch mit Susanne Burg www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, VollbildDirekter Link zur Audiodatei

Das Leben von Helene, auch Hell genannt, ist nicht gerade himmlisch, ihr dabei zu zusehen aber absurd lustig. Mala Emde glänzt als Helene in der rasend schnellen Coming-Of-Age Comedy, die gerade den Deutschen Fernsehpreis als Beste Comedy gewonnen hat. Für Glotz und Gloria ist Mala Emde im Interview dabei und verrät, warum sie nicht lügen kann. // Kontakt zu Emily und Jörn: E-Mail: glotzundgloria@wdr.de // Whatsapp: 0172 5678 566 // Shownotes zum Podcast: http://www.wdr.de/k/glotzundgloria Von Emily Thomey.

„Als hätte ich die ganze Nacht Bong geraucht!“ Daniel Donskoy ("Sankt Maik") über seine Rolle in der zweiten Staffel der Netflix-Serie „Barbaren“, über Latein-Büffeln am Set und über die Veränderungen in der deutschen Serienlandschaft. Weitere Themen bei ALL YOU CAN STREAM – dem Podcast von TV DIGITAL und STREAMING – im Oktober: - „Im Westen nichts Neues“: Was macht die Neuverfilmung anders als bisher? - „The Bear“: Wie gut ist die US-Serie über die Leiden eines jungen Küchenchefs? - „Gangs of London S2“: Wie brutal sind die neuen Folgen der britischen Gangsterserie? - „Spencer“: Was verrät das Biopic über das Seelenleben von Lady Di (Kristen Stewart)? - Dazu: Mala Emde über ihren aktuellen persönlichen Streaming-Tipp Die Links zu unseren Themen: „The Bear“: https://www.disneyplus.com/de-de/series/the-bear-king-of-the-kitchen/52m6nx7HoP5F „Im Westen nichts Neues“: https://www.netflix.com/title/81260280 „Spencer“: https://www.amazon.de/Spencer-Kristen-Stewart/dp/B09Q56YWD4 „Barbaren S2“: https://www.netflix.com/title/81024039 „Gangs of London S2“: https://www.wowtv.de/streamen/gangs-of-london/143015 „The Walking Dead S11C“: https://www.disneyplus.com/de-de/series/the-walking-dead/6FPLfTcQrTpy „Babylon Berlin S4“: https://www.wowtv.de/watch/home/asset/babylon-berlin/125988 “Guillermo Del Toros Cabinet of Curiosities”: https://www.netflix.com/title/80209229 „The White Lotus S2“: https://www.wowtv.de/watch/home/asset/the-white-lotus/145625?intcmp1=st%3Amig%3Apillar2%3ACin „Euphoria“: https://www.wowtv.de/serien/euphoria „Oh Hell“: https://www.telekom.de/unterhaltung/serien-und-filme/original-und-exklusivserien/oh-hell

In ihrer neuen Serie "Oh Hell" spielt Schauspielerin Mala Emde die chaotische Helene. Die findet irgendwo zwischen Studienabbruch und geschmissenen Jobs eine Form von Chaos, die ihr gefällt. Anna Wollner hat mit Mala Emde darüber gesprochen. Dabei war das Interview mindestens so chaotisch wie die Serie. **********Den Artikel zum Stück findet ihr hier.**********Ihr könnt uns auch auf diesen Kanälen folgen: Tiktok und Instagram.

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Damien and Ali get In The Conversation about breakthroughs, Raising Kanan, and House of the Dragon. Twitter.com/dlemoncomedy // Twitter.com/mrmuhammad
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Sinners Don't Go to Hell; The Faithless Send Themselves There!

Tell me she did not just say that!  Plus, you gonna bring Trump into this.  Oh HELL no! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Oh HELL yes (see what I did there?) we are talking to Andrew Jasko today about religious trauma, psychedelics, hell, healing and much more. You might need a glass of wine for this one cause we're diving real deep.Andrew Jasko, M.Div., MA Counseling Psychology in progress, is a former Princeton Seminary educated minister. He left his religious faith and community because of the severe psychological trauma he experienced. After spending years and thousands of dollars healing his trauma and helping hundreds of people transform their lives, He is considered an expert in healing religious trauma. His clients hire him to heal and find healthy, authentic spirituality that suits them. As a religious trauma specialist and spirituality coach, He helps people heal and reclaim a healthy connection with spirituality by using trauma-informed therapeutic techniques and psychospiritual practices.To learn more about Andrews work and to work with him:Home - Healing Religious Trauma & Integrating Healthy Spirituality (lifeafterdogma.org)Article mentioned in Episode: Is Evangelical Christianity's God the Devil? - Healing Religious Trauma & Integrating Healthy Spirituality (lifeafterdogma.org)Life After Dogma - YouTubeSupport Groups:Cheers to Leaving - Exvangelical Support Group | FacebookHealing from Religious Trauma, Discussing All Perspectives on Spirituality | FacebookSound by the wonderful Cameron Smith--- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/cheerstoleaving/messageSupport this podcast: https://anchor.fm/cheerstoleaving/support

Reading and Praying through Julian of Norwich's "Revelations of Divine Love" - Chapter 33 - "Oh Hell, Part Deux" - Bulletin: https://www.venite.app/pray/st-matthias-waukesha-wisconsin/love-was-his-meaning-office-2022-5-12 - List of books used in podcast: https://a.co/4cJ2Xoo - Looking for Books on Julian? Visit the Order of Julian Shop at https://www.orderofjulian.org/Shop

#136 | Oh Hell, It's Haaland

In Episode 88 we discuss our top 3 controversial mechanisms in board games. These are mechanisms that seem to be well loved, sometimes even by our co-hosts, or heavily used but we don't like them at all. We share some specific games that use those mechanisms and talk about why they don't (or sometimes do) work for us. Timestamps: 00:00 Golden Geek Awards 01:45 Introduction 02:50 Poll: Controversial Mechanisms 08:26 #3 Tim - Negotiation (Chinatown, Catan, Inis, Eclipse: 2nd Dawn for the Galaxy) 15:03 #3 Chris - Trick Taking (Brian Boru, Libertalia, Shamans, Spades, Hearts, The Crew, Oh Hell) 23:35 #3 Adam - Deck Milling (Terraforming Mars, Ark Nova, Everdell, Wingspan) 30:08 #2 Tim - Set Collection (Ethnos, Ticket to Ride, Wayfarers of the South Tigris, Champions of Midgard, 7 Wonders, Ra, Sushi Go) 37:12 #2 Chris - Pickup and Deliver (Merchants of the Dark Road, My Little Scythe, Clank!, Now or Never, Wasteland Delivery Service) 42:20 #2 Adam - Lose if you spend the most (Q.E., High Society) 44:35 #1 Tim - Player Determined Endgame (Ark Nova, Terraforming Mars, Scythe, Dune: Imperium, Anachrony, Beyond the Sun) 53:15 #1 Chris - Social Deduction / Hidden Traitor (One Night Ultimate Werewolf, Shamans, Battlestar Galactica, Love Letter, Coup) 1:01:38 #1 Adam - Dice Placement / Dice Mitigation (Wayfarers of the South Tigris, Euphoria, Castles of Burgundy) 1:05:49 Listener Shoutout

Sie sieht die Welt mit anderen Augen und ist ein kleines bisschen "anders": Helene, genannt Hell, macht die Welt um sich herum oft ratlos. Ihr Vater denkt, sie studiert, ihre Freunde sind mit sich selbst beschäftigt und sie weiß immer noch nicht, wohin mit sich. Weibliche Weirdos wie Helene kennen wir aus internationalen Serien wie "SMILF", "Girls" und "Chewing Gum" - zündet der Humor nun mit der Dramedy "Oh Hell" auch bei uns? Das Team der Serie "Oh Hell" liest sich wie eine Serien-Supergroup: Helen wird gespielt von Mala Emde ("Charité", "303"), ihr Love Interest ist Edin Hasanovi? ("Skylines"), Helenes lebenslange Freundin mimt Salka Weber und erdacht und geschrieben hat die Serie Johannes Boss ("Jerks", "Deadlines"). Skip Intro Host Katja Engelhardt hat mit Mala Emde und Johannes Boss gesprochen.

This week the fellas chime in on their personal Oh hell nah's for dating!

Our hosts are talking primetime in a big way -- Renewals for ABC's Abbott Elementary, Never Have I Ever to End; what went wrong with New Amsterdam and the return of Bridgerton! We're also discussing the slap heard around the world at the Oscars; and predatory capitalism sees an Applebees exec thrilled the higher gas prices means they can pay workers less.

In der Drama-Serie „Funeral for a Dog“ versucht ein Journalist dem Geheimnis eines Liebes-Trios auf den Grund zu gehen. Für Hell aus der Serie „Oh Hell“ ist das Leben wortwörtlich ein Albtraum und in der Comedy-Serie „Camps for Future“ treten acht Menschen für den Klimaschutz gegeneinander an. >> Artikel zum Nachlesen: https://detektor.fm/kultur/was-laeuft-heute-funeral-for-a-dog-oh-hell-camps-for-future

In der Drama-Serie „Funeral for a Dog“ versucht ein Journalist dem Geheimnis eines Liebes-Trios auf den Grund zu gehen. Für Hell aus der Serie „Oh Hell“ ist das Leben wortwörtlich ein Albtraum und in der Comedy-Serie „Camps for Future“ treten acht Menschen für den Klimaschutz gegeneinander an. >> Artikel zum Nachlesen: https://detektor.fm/kultur/was-laeuft-heute-funeral-for-a-dog-oh-hell-camps-for-future

In der Drama-Serie „Funeral for a Dog“ versucht ein Journalist dem Geheimnis eines Liebes-Trios auf den Grund zu gehen. Für Hell aus der Serie „Oh Hell“ ist das Leben wortwörtlich ein Albtraum und in der Comedy-Serie „Camps for Future“ treten acht Menschen für den Klimaschutz gegeneinander an. >> Artikel zum Nachlesen: https://detektor.fm/kultur/was-laeuft-heute-funeral-for-a-dog-oh-hell-camps-for-future

Gleich ein ganzes Serienquartett haben Holger, Roland und Rüdiger diese Woche dabei. Aber ist auch ein Ass darunter? Um das zu diskutieren besprechen wir in wechselnden Konstellationen zwei Serien von Prime Video, eine neue Apple-Produktion und eine deutsche Serie von Magenta TV. Den Auftakt macht "The Boys presents: Diabolical" (3:24). "The Boys"-Fan Roland und "The Boys"-Anti-Fan Rüdiger versuchen die Anthologie mit ihren 15-minütigen Kurzfilmen einzuordnen. Dass es dabei viel um Fäkalien geht, liegt nicht (nur) an der Qualität. Danach darf Samuel L. Jackson in "Die letzten Tage des Ptolemy Grey" (17:12) ein Herzensprojekt über einen demenzkranken 90-Jährigen realisieren. Zu Dritt diskutieren wir ob eine Serie mit solch einer Thematik überhaupt Spaß machen kann (und darf), und warum Apple gerade so viel gutes Zeugs dreht. Im Anschluss verabschiedet sich Roland, und Holger und Rüdiger gehen alleine durch Himmel und Hölle. Ersteres mit der zweiten Staffel des Amazon-Überraschungshits "Upload" (33:08) und letzteres mit der Magenta-Eigenproduktion "Oh Hell" (52:46) mit Mala Emde als - je nach Sichtweise - sympathische oder unsympathische Loserin.Cold-Open-Frage: "Welches Videospiel sollte als nächstes zur Serie werden?"

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://nayzemedia.com/2022/03/04/oh-hell-naw-gas-prices-rise-in-philly-to-over-4-gallon-overnight/ --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/nayze-media/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nayze-media/support

Jan und Eric beginnen heute mit "Joe vs. Carole" bei Sky, einer Fiction-Version der wahrscheinlich erfolgreichsten Dokumentation aller Zeiten - der irren Geschichte vom "Tiger King", die 2020 bei Netflix zum Massenphänomen wurde. Weiter geht es mit "Der König von Palma" bei RTL+ mit Henning Baum als Ballermann-Unternehmer 1990. Danach "Oh Hell" auf Magenta TV. Wir fragen uns: Hat man überhaupt schon mal so eine Comedy-Serie aus Deutschland gesehen? Am Ende gibt es dann noch eine neue Rubrik in unserem Podcast: In den "Screenshots" empfehlen und warnen Jan und Eric jeweils in Kurzform vor zwei Formaten, die uns aktuell extrem begeistert bzw. geärgert haben.

Werbung: MagentaTV sponsert unsere Streaming-Tipp-Rubrik MagentaTV Must-Watch, in der wir euch spannende Serien-Entdeckungen aus der Megathek näher vorstellen. Ab dem 17. März 2022 startet die neue deutsche Dramedy Oh Hell bei MagentaTV. Wir durften schon vor dem offiziellen Start für euch reinschauen. Warum ihr den jungen, rotzigen und trotzdem klugen Serien-Tipp Oh Hell nicht verpassen solltet, erfahrt ihr im Podcast.

Stevie J and Faith Evans divorce, the hottest new series on Amazon Prime "Harlem", Megan Goode, Tyler Lepley, Cuomo gets fired from CNN, Victoria Monet, the original Aunt Viv, Jussie Smollett, Nick Cannon, LL Cool J honored, remembering little Richard, Big Freedia, Ha Sizzle, 3d Na'tee, Kayla Jasmine, Adele, Marzz, Mary J. Blige & DJ Khalid, $50 Holiday Cash Giveaway. Follow us at The Feel Good Friday Show with DJ Cha Cha Diva

In the 10th episode we all come together and give a break down of this years BET AWARDS. We talk about the winners, losers, great, and not so great performances of the night. Stay tuned in til the end for our OH HELL moments as well. Performance reviews start @43:45 --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

This one is for all of my fellow people pleasers! For this week's episode, I briefly discuss what it looks like to be a ‘yes-person,' and how we can unlearn these behaviors. I also share a personal experience of mine that has taught me to be better at saying “no.” Follow @hellarelatablepod on Instagram for updates on new episodes and announcements! Email official.hrpod@gmail.com for business inquiries and topic suggestions! Feel free to send a voice message! https://anchor.fm/hrpod-tab/message --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

This special Episode I am joined by a good friend my mine Ozzy and we discuss wrestling WWF/WWE past and present wrestlers and what got us into liking wrestling. Also as we discussed MLB upcoming season predictions and the Mets recent moves and do they have a chance to win the World Series. Plus much more tune in

In the early days of my walk with Jesus, I did not believe in Hell. Or at least, I did not want to acknowledge the reality of Hell. I had heard about Hell and even prayed a prayer to Jesus to be saved from Hell as a child. But by the time I began to live seriously for Christ in my early 20's, I had pushed that aspect of the gospel to the margins of my thinking. I was more interested in knowing whether God existed. I was attracted to Jesus because of the message of God's love. I came to Him for the relationship.