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Carta semanal de nuestro Arzobispo Mons. Jesús Sanz

Se terminan los avisos que nos enseñaban a ser armas humanas, a dominar artes marciales secretas y prohibidas, y que ahora... nos piden que prometamos solo usarlas como defensa. Se terminan los 70s, y con los 80s aparecen los ninjas, aunque el misticismo oriental desciende a medida que Asia pierde su exoticidad a los ojos de los estadounidenses. Además, un pantallazo a la carrera del Conde Danté, el hombre más letal del mundo... y/o flor de garca. Bienvenidos al final de esta saga de Sopapo Oriental e Historias de Historietas... o Sopapo de Historietas. Pueden ver las imágenes de los avisos y otras cosas que mencionamos en bit.ly/perdidos645avisos, pero en YouTube las tienen sincronizadas con el audio. Con música de Paul Hertzog, Shandi Sinnamon & Stan Bush, y Yukinojo Mori, Shiro Sagisu, & The Kung Fu Kids. Próximo programa: Los Mitos de Cthulhu (Adaptación de Breccia y Buscaglia).

fWotD Episode 3096: Oriental Stories Welcome to featured Wiki of the Day, your daily dose of knowledge from Wikipedia's finest articles.The featured article for Sunday, 26 October 2025, is Oriental Stories.Oriental Stories, later retitled The Magic Carpet Magazine, was an American pulp magazine published by Popular Fiction and edited by Farnsworth Wright. It was launched in 1930 under the title Oriental Stories as a companion to Popular Fiction's Weird Tales, and carried stories with far eastern settings, including some fantasy. Contributors included Robert E. Howard, Frank Owen, and E. Hoffman Price. In 1932 publication was paused after the Summer issue; it was relaunched in 1933 under the title The Magic Carpet Magazine, with an expanded editorial policy that now included any story set in an exotic location, including other planets.Some science fiction began to appear alongside the fantasy and adventure material as a result, including work by Edmond Hamilton. Wright obtained stories from H. Bedford Jones, who was a popular pulp writer, and Seabury Quinn. Most of the covers of The Magic Carpet Magazine were by Margaret Brundage, including her first sale; Brundage later became well-known as a cover artist for Weird Tales. Competition from established pulps in the same niche, such as Adventure, was too strong, and after five issues under the new title the magazine ceased publication.This recording reflects the Wikipedia text as of 01:01 UTC on Sunday, 26 October 2025.For the full current version of the article, see Oriental Stories on Wikipedia.This podcast uses content from Wikipedia under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License.Visit our archives at wikioftheday.com and subscribe to stay updated on new episodes.Follow us on Bluesky at @wikioftheday.com.Also check out Curmudgeon's Corner, a current events podcast.Until next time, I'm generative Matthew.

Max Pearson presents a collection of the week's Witness History interviews from the BBC World Service. Sonny Roberts' daughter tells us about how her father created the UK's first black-owned music studio - this programme contains outdated and offensive language. Music producer and professor emerita at the School of Oriental and African Studies, Lucy Durán takes us through the history of music studios around the world. How a Macedonian scientist's discovery led to treatments for diabetes and obesity, and the story of the Kenyan ecologist who became the first African woman to win the Nobel Peace Prize. Plus, the mysterious sinking of a British oil tanker in Indonesia in the the 1950s and how the first lottery scratchcard was invented by an American mathematician. As well as the story of the first South American to win the International Surfing Association world title back in 2004. Contributors: Cleon Roberts – daughter of Sonny Roberts. Lucy Duran – music producer and professor at the School of Oriental and African studies at the University of London. Svetlana Mojsov – Macedonian scientist who discovered the hormone called GLP-Joseph McCorry – who was on the San Flaviano oil tanker. Wanjira Mathai – daughter of Wangari Maathai. Sofia Mulanovich – three-time world surfing champion. John Koza – the inventor of the scratchcard. (Photo: Jamaican record producer Sonny Roberts Record Shop in Willesden Junction, London, UK in December 1982. Credit: David Corio/Redferns via Getty)

Na coluna dessa semana Carapanã discute como o combate à extrema-direita deve ser encarado como um esforço permanente e que é necessário encará-lo como parte da vida.

How do you deal with the world's second largest economy when it seem to be intent on spying in the UK, persecuting dissidents here, and hacking into our computer systems? Is the priority national security, or keeping on good terms with our third-largest trading partner at a time when we are in desperate need of economic growth? The challenges of the collapsed spy trial, and whether to give the go-ahead to a new Chinese embassy in London, have brought all these questions to the fore. So Phil and Roger got the view of George Magnus, an associate at the China Centre at Oxford University, a research associate at the School of Oriental and African Studies, and former chief economist of UBS. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Jaume Segáles y su equipo hablan del Festival de Otoño, Feriarte y Madrid Urban Fest. Hoy en Km0, tras repasar la actualidad informativa y deportiva, profundizamos en los siguientes asuntos: Festival de Otoño Considerado el mejor dedicado al arte escénico de España, el Festival de Otoño de la Comunidad de Madrid celebra su 43º edición con una destacada participación internacional. Un gran evento cuya programación, que va a desarrollarse del 6 al 30 noviembre, reúne 23 espectáculos de teatro, danza, música y poesía procedentes de 17 países. Los centros que van a acoger estas propuestas son: Teatros del Canal, Centro de Cultura Contemporánea Condeduque, Teatro de La Abadía, Réplika Teatro, la Sala Cuarta Pared, el Teatro Pradillo, el Teatro Auditorio de San Lorenzo de El Escorial y el Teatro del Bosque de Móstoles. El Festival de Otoño de 2025 nos trae 4 estrenos absolutos, 8 estrenos en España y 9 en la Comunidad de Madrid con una especial atención, este año, a los jóvenes y a la escena hispanoamericana. Entrevistamos a la nueva directora del Festival de Otoño, Marcela Díez. Feriarte Durante toda esta semana, la 48ª edición de Feriarte convierte a IFEMA en uno de los centros de Arte más importantes de nuestro país. Coleccionistas, anticuarios, galeristas y directores de museos que se dan cita hasta este fin de semana. 30 especialistas y 65 galeristas y anticuarios nos esperan hasta el domingo en el pabellón 3 de IFEMA. Se exhiben piezas con más de 100 años de diversos estilos, épocas y especialidades. Desde muebles, objetos de decoración, colección y joyas, incluyendo los estilos Art Decó, Art Nouveau, Eduardino, Alfonsino, pintura y escultura, arqueología, Arte Tribal, Precolombino y Oriental. Entrevistamos a la directora de Feriarte, Ana Rodríguez. Madrid Urban Fest Cinco años son los que cumple esta gran cita dedicada al arte urbano. El Centro Cultural Pilar Miró de Vallecas acoge los viernes y sábados del 24 de octubre al 8 de noviembre una amplia programación con conciertos, actividades urbanas, DJ sets y exposiciones. En esta ocasión participan cinco cabezas de cartel de ediciones anteriores, Sara Socas, Antony Z, Kyne, Aissa y We$t Dubai. Promesas que ya son artistas consolidados y que también darán el relevo a otras generaciones. Todos los detalles con la directora del Festival. Entrevistamos a la directora de Madrid Urban Fest, Mercedes Goiz.

Como ya es tradición, este año traemos nuestro especial de Halloween. Y esta vez, la protagonista es un símbolo de miedo, poder y misterio: la serpiente. En este episodio exploramos su arma más letal , el veneno; desde los mitos más antiguos hasta la ciencia moderna. Hablaremos de historias que mezclan terror y fascinación, de cómo los venenos se convirtieron en herramientas médicas, y de los efectos bioquímicos que esconden estas criaturas ponzoñosas.REFERENCIAS:Alagón Cano, A. (s.f.). Toxinología del veneno de las serpientes. Instituto de Biotecnología, Universidad Nacional Autónoma de México. Boletín Electrónico de la Red Latinoamericana de Ciencias Toxicológicas (BEB), 14(4), 134–139. https://redtox.org/sites/default/files/toxiblog/descargables/toxinologia-del-veneno-de-serpientes_1.pdfAngel Mejía, S. R. (2017). Serpientes: Mitos y realidades. Editorial CES, Universidad CES, MedellínBedraoui, A., Suntravat, M., El Mejjad, S., Enezari, S., Oukkache, N., Sanchez, E. E., Galan, J. A., El Fatimy, R. A., Daouda, T. 2024. Therapeutic potential of snake venom: Toxin distribution and opportunities in deep learning for novel drug discovery. Medicine in Drug Discovery, 21: 100175Charitos IAGagliano-Candela RSantacroce LBottalico L (2022) Venoms and Poisonings during the centuries: a narrative reviewGodínez, Gloria Luz. 2017. Lloronas, madres y fantasmas: necrobarroco en México. Revista interdisciplinaria de estudios de género de El Colegio de México, 3: 129-163.Guida Navarro, A. 2021. La anaconda como serpiente-canoa: mito y chamanismo en la Amazonía Oriental, Brasil. Boletín de Antropología, Universidad de Antioquia, 36: 164-186.https://www.redalyc.org/journal/557/55768425010/html/Gutiérrez, J. M. Comprendiendo los venenos de serpientes: 50 años de investigaciones en América Latina. Revista de biología. Tropical, 50: 2Holford, M., Daly, M., King, G. F., Norton, R. S. 2018. Venoms to the rescue - Insights into the evolutionary biology of venoms are leading to therapeutic advances, 361: 842-844. https://www.science.org/doi/10.1126/science.aau7761#core-collateral-purchase-accessOliveira, A. L., Viegas, M. F., da Silva, S. L., & et al. (2022). The chemistry of snake venom and its medicinal potential. Nature Reviews Chemistry, 6, 451–469. https://doi.org/10.1038/s41570-022-00393-7Osipov, A., Yuri Utkin, Y. 2023. What Are the Neurotoxins in Hemotoxic Snake Venoms? Int J Mol Sci, 3:2919. doi: 10.3390/ijms24032919.Osterloff, E., Lotzof, K. Mastering venom. https://www.nhm.ac.uk/discover/mastering-venom.htmlhttps://www.sciencedirect.com/topics/medicine-and-dentistry/snake-venom#:~:text=Snake venom is defined as,as well as environmental factors.Utkin, Y. N. (2015). Animal venom studies: Current benefits and future developments. World Journal of Biological Chemistry, 6(2), 28–33. https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC4436903/

A disparada dos preços do cacau nos últimos anos dá o que falar na Amazônia e impulsiona um movimento tímido, porém crescente, de produtores rurais que decidem reduzir o rebanho de gado e apostar na matéria-prima do chocolate. Na economia da floresta em pé, o cacau desponta não apenas como uma alternativa promissora de renda, como pode ser vetor de recuperação de áreas desmatadas.  Lúcia Müzell, enviada especial da RFI a Marabá, Assentamento Tuerê e Altamira (Pará) Na região de Marabá, na fronteira leste do desmatamento da Amazônia no Pará, restam apenas vestígios do que um dia já foi tomado pela floresta. Dos dois lados da rodovia Transamazônica, obra faraônica do período da ditadura militar, predominam extensas áreas de pastagens para a criação de gado.   É neste contexto que culturas agrícolas alternativas à pecuária, ou pelo menos complementares, aparecem como um caminho para conter este processo de avanço da agricultura em direção à mata. O cacau é uma das que melhor se associa à floresta nativa da Amazônia.   Sob a copa de árvores como cumaru e andiroba, e com manejo adequado, a planta é mais resistente às pragas, tem maior durabilidade e dá frutos de melhor qualidade, com maior valor de mercado.  Ao contrário de outros grandes produtores mundiais, em especial na África – onde a monocultura de cacau “a pleno sol” leva ao desmatamento –, no Brasil o plantio do fruto hoje ocupa áreas já degradadas ou em consórcio com outras culturas.  O pequeno agricultor Rubens Miranda, 73 anos, chegou a Marabá aos 17 e, desde então, trabalha na roça e cria gado. Mas desde 2016, a área de pasto da sua propriedade de 27 hectares está cada vez menor – dando lugar a uma variada produção em sistema agroflorestal (SAF), da qual o cacau é estrela.  "Estou com só 25 cabeças agora. Eu tinha 70 quando eu comecei a investir no plantio", conta ele.  Produção de cacau por agricultores familiares No Pará, líder nacional no setor, mais de 80% da produção do cacau vem da agricultura familiar e 70% se desenvolve em sistemas agroflorestais como este, de acordo com um levantamento de 2022 da Embrapa Amazônia Oriental. Mas nem sempre foi assim.   Na era dourada do cacau na Bahia, que alçou o país a maior produtor mundial no século 20, a produção em monocultura empobreceu a Mata Atlântica no nordeste. As lições da história agora servem de alerta para o avanço da cultura na Amazônia.  "O que a gente vê no cacau é um exemplo de retorno de atividades agrícolas rentáveis trazendo árvores para o sistema. A gente entende que os consórcios são muito bem-vindos, fazem bem para a cultura do cacau, e são uma solução mais adequada para o que a gente está vivendo, especialmente as mudanças climáticas", indica João Eduardo Ávila, engenheiro agrônomo do Imaflora (Instituto de Manejo e Certificação Florestal e Agrícola).   O instituto é um dos que levam capacitação técnica para os pequenos agricultores não repetirem os mesmos erros do passado. "A cacauicultura tem um potencial enorme de renda para as famílias, para que elas não fiquem só dependentes da pecuária", frisa.   A cultura também exerce um papel positivo contra a crise climática: com manejo adequado e à sombra de outras árvores, tem potencial de acumular até 60 toneladas de carbono por hectare no solo, operando como sumidouro de CO2 em regiões que sofrem cada vez mais as consequências do desmatamento.   Retorno financeiro é maior, mas não imediato  Mas o cultivo do fruto exige paciência e dedicação: a safra demora cerca de quatro anos para começar, a poda é trabalhosa e, para sair pelo melhor preço, a amêndoa precisa ser fermentada. No final, o retorno financeiro compensa – o quilo é comercializado a cerca de R$ 60, podendo chegar a R$ 90, conforme a qualidade.   Os preços fazem os olhos de Rubens Miranda brilhar. Agora que consegue produzir mais no mesmo espaço de terra, ele se arrepende de, no passado, ter aberto tanta mata para criar gado. "Se fosse hoje, em uns cinco hectares eu trabalhava. Teria sido suficiente."  Organizações da sociedade civil e outras instituições, como a Embrapa e o Ministério Público, além do governo do Pará, fazem um trabalho de longo prazo para convencer os agricultores familiares a migrarem para práticas agrícolas mais sustentáveis. Os gargalos são muitos: conhecimento técnico, logística, dificuldade de acesso aos mercados e, principalmente, recursos limitados para viabilizar a transição.  "Nessa nossa região, é muito importante essa quebra de paradigmas, mostrar que é um resgate a um sistema produtivo que foi se perdendo ao longo do tempo. O monocultivo e a pecuária aqui na região é muito forte por questões históricas: aquela ideia de que você precisaria desmatar tudo para instalar um sistema novo", comenta Gilmar Lima Costa, engenheiro agrônomo do Ministério Público do Pará.  " Você vê muitas extensões de áreas degradadas justamente pela falta de manejo adequado nas pastagens. Não faz a adubação, não faz a correção do solo, não faz a divisão das pastagens e, sempre que é possível, eles adentram e fazem a abertura de uma nova área, sendo que não era necessário fazer isso."    Batalha pelo sustento do dia seguinte Os técnicos do Instituto de Desenvolvimento Florestal e Biodiversidade do Pará (Ideflor Bio) percorrem o Estado para acompanhar a transição destes agricultores e oferecer mudas de espécies nativas da Amazônia, e assim estimular a recomposição florestal. Mas Marcio Holanda, gerente do escritório regional em Carajás, reconhece que os que trabalham em SAF ainda são uma minoria.   "Hoje, com as mudanças climáticas, a gente tem que incentivar, apoiar e buscar condições, buscando parceiros, se juntando para que os sistemas agroflorestais cumpram também a missão ambiental, num processo de reflorestamento, e na questão da geração de renda desses agricultores, porque já é comprovado que é viável", afirma.  A 300 quilômetros a oeste, a organização Solidaridad busca aumentar a conscientização na região de Novo Repartimento e no Assentamento Tuerê, conhecido como o maior da América Latina. Historicamente, os assentamentos de terras registram índices superiores de desmatamento do que outras áreas da Amazônia – uma herança da campanha de ocupação da região por meio da devastação, a partir dos anos 1960.   Para grande parte dos pequenos produtores, a maioria imigrantes de outros estados do Brasil, a principal preocupação é garantir o sustento do dia seguinte, salienta Pedro Souza dos Santos, coordenador de campo da entidade.  "Isso é um desafio para nós. Quando a gente vê como era antes, o que é hoje, com o marco do Código Florestal, e o que pode ser no futuro, a gente tem que colocar tudo isso para o produtor, que antes ele não enxergava. Ele enxergava só o agora", diz. "A gente vem colocando na cabeça do produtor que ele pode produzir sem agredir, sem desmatar e que, nessa área aberta, ele pode ter o uso das tecnologias para ele avançar e ter uma produção sustentável. Mas ainda falta muito. Nós somos um pingo na Amazônia, tentando fazer essa transformação, dia após dia, ano após ano, fazendo aquela insistência, voltando lá de novo, dando acompanhamento", afirma Santos.  Cacau como ferramenta de regeneração florestal O agricultor Jackson da Silva Costa, na localidade de Rio Gelado, simboliza essas vulnerabilidades da região. Desde o ano passado, a venda da produção de gado dele está embargada por desmatamento ilegal. Para voltar ao mercado, Jackson precisará recuperar a mata que derrubou ilegalmente em 2023.   Nos seus 24 hectares de terra, ele já produz cacau há muito tempo. Agora, o aumento da área destinada ao fruto vai ser o caminho para a regularização do passivo ambiental gerado pela pecuária.  "O entendimento que a gente tem é o seguinte: 'você não pode desmatar'. Só que chega um ponto em que é assim: 'eu vou fazer aqui e depois eu vou ver o que vai dar'", relata Costa. "Eu tenho consciência de que eu fui errado e por isso eu perdi. A conta chega e não tem para onde correr. Eu vou ter que pagar o que eu devo."   Pagar o preço, para ele, significa isolar os 5 hectares desmatados e deixar a floresta se regenerar. Em consórcio, poderá plantar cacau e outros frutos compatíveis com a mata, como o açaí ou o cupuaçu.  "Esse capim aqui já não vai me servir. Eu vou deixar ele já para iniciar o processo de reflorestamento", indica, ao mostrar uma área entre o local onde ele já plantava cacau e o que restou de floresta virgem na sua propriedade. "Eu vou deixar que árvores nativas cresçam. Mas com o cultivo do cacau que vai vir, com certeza vai dar uma rentabilidade maior. E quando eu for replantar, eu já quero colocar cacau de qualidade."   Histórias de sucesso do chocolate da Amazônia  Os encontros com a equipe da Solidariedad são importantes para manter a motivação de agricultores como Jackson, em meio às dificuldades de uma vida com poucos confortos. Nas conversas, Pedro traz as histórias de sucesso de cacauicultores da região, que conquistaram até prêmios no exterior pela qualidade do chocolate produzido na Amazônia.  "O entendimento de que o produtor tem que esperar o momento certo para as amêndoas chegarem no ponto, tem que mandar uma amostra para teste e só depois vender, demora. A maioria aqui são produtores pequenos, que querem colher, processar todo o manejo rapidamente e logo vender", ressalta. "Mas quando ele faz o cacau fino, que é uma minoria muito baixa, e vende por um preço melhor, ele não quer sair mais. "   Há cerca de 10 anos, a produção do Pará superou a da Bahia, antiga líder histórica do setor no Brasil. Na região de Altamira, maior polo produtor do Estado, a fabricante Abelha Cacau transforma o produto da região não apenas em chocolate, como explora o universo de 30 derivados possíveis do cacau – mel, suco, chá, manteiga, adubo e até cerveja.   "De um quilo de cacau seco, a gente consegue extrair, em média, quase metade de manteiga, que hoje está a R$ 200. Ou seja, só esse derivado já tem mais de 100% de lucro", explica. "E se eu pego o que resta para fazer cacau em pó, vai vir mais R$ 200 o quilo. Ou seja, eu estou vendendo a R$ 60, onde eu poderia tirar 400. E se eu transformo isso em barras de chocolate, eu multiplico isso por mais dez. O valor agregado só vai escalonado".  O Brasil hoje oscila entre o sétimo e o sexto lugar entre os maiores produtores mundiais da commoditie. O setor busca recuperar posições no ranking, mas sob bases diferentes das que impulsionaram os prósperos ciclos do cacau nos séculos 19 e 20.   A meta é dobrar a produção atual e chegar ao fim da década com 400 mil toneladas por ano. "A gente está vendo que isso está acontecendo, não só a ampliação da área, mas também novas tecnologias, variedades mais produtivas existentes, adubação, orientação técnica, tecnologias de equipamentos para beneficiar as amêndoas de cacau", salienta João Ávila, coordenador do programa Cacau 2030, do Imaflora.  Um dos objetivos do programa é promover a rastreabilidade da cadeia, essencial para garantir a sustentabilidade do cacau brasileiro. "Ainda é muito incipiente, quando comparada as outras cadeias, como café, por exemplo", reconhece Ávila. "Mas a gente já tem uma cartilha com um passo a passo mais claro, para que todo mundo tenha sua participação responsável, tanto no ambiente fiscal quanto socioambiental."   * Esta é a quarta reportagem da série Caminhos para uma Amazônia sustentável, do podcast Planeta Verde. As reportagens, parcialmente financiadas pelo Imaflora, vão ao ar todas as quintas-feiras até a COP30 em Belém, em novembro. 

Welcome to the Personal Development Trailblazers Podcast! In today's episode, we're helping leaders navigate change with confidence and thrive through every transition.Desmond Dodd coaches high-achieving professionals and entrepreneurs navigating big life, career, and geographic transitions—helping them thrive through change, not just survive it.Desmond's own diverse career brought dozens of his own job and leadership transitions, expatriations ,and repatriations, juggling growing professional roles and family responsibilities—learning firsthand that major transitions bring huge growth opportunities, if you don't just push through the overwhelm. Rather he learned how to use transitions as a springboard for deep self-exploration and understanding.Desmond's diverse and successful career began in international and financial journalism, working in cities like Washington, Hong Kong, and Bangkok. A passion for contributing to expanded opportunities worldwide led to international development consulting in Cairo and then nearly two decades leading marketing and communications with the International Finance Corporation (IFC), part of the World Bank Group, in East Asia and Sub-Saharan Africa. He spent more than a decade living in Johannesburg. He continues to write and consult on issues around business and global society, including for the Harvard Business School.Along the way, Desmond took an adventurous detour: buying and running a wine farm in Argentina. In the process he earned a professional winemaking certification from UC Davis.More recently, Desmond was certified as a Jungian Life Coach through the International Coaching Federation-accredited Creative Mind University, Desmond now partners with entrepreneurs, senior leaders and other aspiring professionals with a growth mindset who are in transition to new roles or eager to challenge themselves by working with change, both planned and unexpected. His coaching approach focuses on deep self-understanding, tapping the unconscious mind, and seizing opportunities for transformative success and lasting fulfillment. He is open to helping clients around the globe who resonate with his experience and approach.Desmond went to college at Cornell University, and has graduate degrees from the London School of Economics and the School of Oriental and African Studies. He blends that traditional education with real-world experience and a coaching methodology based on Jungian psychology, modern neuroscience, and Eastern spirituality to guide clients toward their full potential.Desmond is the father of two adult children, and manages his consulting and coaching business from his office and home in Little Washington, Virginia, about 60 miles west of Big Washington, DC.Connect with Desmond Here: IG: @revision.depth.coachingSubstack: @desmonddepthcoachLinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/desmond-dodd/Website: www.revisiondepthcoaching.comGrab the freebie here: Successful International Transitions: https://app.paperbell.com/checkout/packages/158511Pivot with Purpose: https://app.paperbell.com/checkout/packages/126882Persona test: https://app.paperbell.com/checkout/packages/170491 ===================================If you enjoyed this episode, remember to hit the like button and subscribe. Then share this episode with your friends.Thanks for watching the Personal Development Trailblazers Podcast. This podcast is part of the Digital Trailblazer family of podcasts. To learn more about Digital Trailblazer and what we do to help entrepreneurs, go to DigitalTrailblazer.com.Are you a coach, consultant, expert, or online course creator? Then we'd love to invite you to our FREE Facebook Group where you can learn the best strategies to land more high-ticket clients and customers. QUICK LINKS: APPLY TO BE FEATURED: https://app.digitaltrailblazer.com/podcast-guest-applicationDIGITAL TRAILBLAZER: https://digitaltrailblazer.com/

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Going for the 'kicking boots with the girl' defense was gone and since I was with a woman it was not likely I could do a 'lone, lost puppy' plan either. "Zane?" Heaven whispered. "Are we going to , " "I'll think of something, Heaven. I'll keep you out of it," I promised, but that was all I had time for. "License and registration," the officer told me. I handed them over quickly and tried to smile at her. "Hi, Officer Campbell," I greeted her, taking her name from her uniform. She looked over my cards then leaned into the window. "Do you have any ID, Miss?" she asked Heaven. Heaven scrambled to pull out her FFU ID because that was all she had, she didn't know how to drive. The officer looked it over then handed it back to me. "So what's going on here?" she questioned us. "We are out on a date," I responded. "In all my years here I've never seen an FFU girl out on a date," the officer replied skeptically. "Well, it couldn't be all that many years," I quipped immediately which caused the woman to stare at me. "Because you look so young," I stumbled along. She stepped away from the door after a moment to mull over what I'd said. "Step out of the car," she commanded. I thought about protesting but that really was counter-productive. "Turn around and put your hands on the roof of the car," she said next. As soon as I complied she began a serious pat down, starting from my wrists, going down my arms, my collar, and then down my body. She skipped my groin, which I and my fear-hardened cock were grateful for. When she finished doing both legs she ran one hand up my ass and the other around my front to take hold of my cock. "Planning to give that tight little FFU cunt a work out, were you?" she whispered into my ear. If only she knew. "That was something I had considered," I confessed. "I'm afraid I can't let that happen," she told me. And then louder, "I'm charging you with a D W I. Come back with me to the patrol car. Are you going to be any trouble? Do I need to cuff you?" "No, I'll behave, but I swear I've not had a drink or done any drugs all night long," I promised. "We'll find out about that back at the station," she informed me as she pressed me over to her vehicle. She opened the driver's side back door and sat me down forcibly on the seat. "I'll have to call someone to pick up your girlfriend at the station. I'm afraid I'll have to impound your car for a more thorough search." "Please don't do that," I responded with a start. "She'll get in a lot of trouble. Can't she call someone to come pick her up?" "I'm afraid not," the policewoman smiled down at me in a smug and superior manner. "Besides, who do I call about you? You seem awful young to be running around all alone. Where do you go to school?" Seeing my reticence to answer, Officer Campbell went through my wallet and pulled out my FFU ID, looking it over curiously. "It's a long story," I sighed, "but it is legitimate. I'm at FFU too." "It looks like the Chancellor will be coming for two students tonight, then," she noted. "Please, is there any way you can leave Heaven out of this? It is my entire fault." This was mostly a lie but, oh, hell, why stop now? "I'll take full responsibility." And most likely get expelled. The officer studied me a moment with a tilt to her head. "Maybe there is something you can do. Can you impress me with what a good boy you can be? It would take some extreme effort on your part," she grinned mischievously. I could only nod. "Take off your pants," she commanded curtly. I saw little hope or option so I hurriedly did as I was told. Any worry that my good friend wouldn't comply was dispelled when her warm hand surrounded the shaft and gave it a playful tug. She knelt down between my legs and stroked me a few times as she took in my dimensions. "If you cum in under thirty seconds like most of your college asshole buddies, you are spending the night in jail," she instructed me. Since I could barely remember a time when I lasted less than five minutes, I shrugged and nodded. She started licking my tip then wrapped her full lips around my throbbing head and took around two inches in. Man she was good at this, making me wonder how many college guys she'd snuck up on over the years. For the next thirty seconds she energetically tried to make me out to be a liar, but she was good, not great, and I survived the experience in style. The next two minutes she took at a more leisurely pace, getting into the deed and enjoying the experience. "Let me see your tits," I suddenly felt inspired to ask. How much more trouble could I get into? She slurped on me for a few more seconds before pulling free. "Danica; my name is Danica," Officer Danica Campbell enlightened me. She also guided her head back onto my cock and began taking off her shirt and light ballistic vest. This revealed a damp wife-beater, white sports bra, and deceptively large sweaty breasts under it all, definitely more than a handful. With some deft manipulations and alternating between hand-strokes and sucking, we got the rest of her upper clothes off and I began kneading and caressing her gorgeous globes, her nipples hardening in the cooler night air. I also took the opportunity to take off my shirt as well. "I want to fuck you now," she relayed to me in a husky voice. I started to scoot back along the rear seat when Danica leaned forward resting a hand on the car's cab over the door. Her breasts hung free and I went for them, pulling them with my hands and sucking one nipple hungrily, then switching to the other. "You are making it hard to concentrate," she panted to me, but that was the extent of her protest. When she finally untangled herself from her clothes, Danica pushed my pants and shorts down and started to straddle me. I saw her rip a condom wrapper open with her teeth and felt her hands roll it down over my cock. "Are you sure you're ready?" I asked. "I wouldn't mind returning the favor." "Sweet kid," she murmured appreciatively, "but I'm sure I'm ready." She reached between her legs and smeared some of her fluids she collected over the tip of my nose, lips, and chin. I sucked on her two fingers when she let them linger, which only made her happier. Her fingers free once more, she guided them between her thighs, positioned my head to her moist opening and sank down my shaft. Danica rocked back and forth for a minute, slowly letting more of my cock slide into her until she had finally engulfed it all. She let out a deep, soulful sigh and sat there experiencing being filled up for a moment before she started to ride me. When I say she rode me, I don't mean she rocked back and forth, up and down in a rhythmic fashion; Danica rode me like a wild bronco, slamming into me like a woman possessed and leaving me with a deep seated fear that she'd dislocate my hips. The one saving grace was that she didn't last all that long, she couldn't, and when she came, she thrashed hard against me, but thankfully in a series of low growls. Her screams would have been deafening in the confines of the car's back seat. She lay against me taking deep breaths, if not breathless. "Not your average college boy," she sighed as she rested her hands on my chest. "I'm not done yet, Officer Danica," I told her. I rolled us over, putting her on the bottom and taking hold of her legs. I wedged her left foot up against the back seat and door frame and the right over the headrest on the driver's side, spreading her wide open and helpless. "Ah fuck, Danica moaned as I sank into her again, "don't you get tired?" "Can't you tell?" I grinned, "I'm trying to impress you." I ground my pubic bone into her clit for good effect with Danica's eyes rolling back in her head accentuated by a growl from deep from her diaphragm. The 'slap, slap, slap' sound of my groin smacking her soaking wet cunt filled the car and apparently echoed out into the night. Danica flailed her arms above her on the seat and tossed her head back and forth in ecstatic rapture. I really was feeling like I was doing a good job because a minute later she shuddered into another orgasm so hard, her flexing legs made her feet push out, causing the car's frame to squeak. I moved her ankles back down then turned her around, leaving her on her stomach as I worked behind her and between her legs. "Huh?" she muttered as I spread her legs farther apart and pulled her up by the hips onto her knees, doggy-style. I teased her cunt with several passes of my cock before settling on the cusp of her entrance. "Ah" we moaned in unison as I sank my cock back into her sweet cunt. I pushed forward gently and Danica slowly responded. "Oh, fuck," she added as I pushed to my maximum depth. "You like?" I asked softly as I leaned over her. "Yes, she slurred, heady with passion. ", I like it, now give me more. Please give me more now." She was the arresting officer so I felt obliged to obey, picking up the tempo and smacking our flesh together in a resounding union until she growled once more, balled her fists against the vinyl seat and snarling into the fabric. I slowed down long enough for her to start to recover, then I drove her hard once again. I caught sight of the movement at the opposite door before Heaven opened it. Danica looked up and struggled to her elbows. "I don't do girls," she gasped out between my rocketing impacts into her sex. "That won't be a problem," Heaven assured her before sitting down with her back to both of us and began to pull off her skirt and underwear. "Heaven, are you sure about this?" I cautioned her. If I was uncertain about what I saw about to happen, I was certain that Christina would have kittens (and blame me). In the end it was Heaven's choice, though, and I owed it to my date to support this. "I told you I don't, oh, my God!" Officer Danica gasped as Heaven turned around, got on her knees, and thrust her cock toward the policewoman's mouth. Danica backed up against me, trying to avoid Heaven, but I held fast. "Open up," Heaven ordered the cop as she rubbed her cock over the woman's lips. Danica shook her head until Heaven ran her hands through her hair and yanked up. Danica yelped and Heaven stole the moment to shove her cock in. "Umphf," Danica mumbled around Heaven's tool. Soon she was gurgling and slurping as Heaven made rapid use of her mouth. Initially Campbell resisted Heaven's deep thrusts but slowly her protests lessened and her moans of pleasure increased. She even went so far as reaching up for Heaven's hip and pulling her in tight. "Oh, damn, this bitch is good," Heaven moaned. Danica made a rebellious noise in response. I backed up enough so that Danica could remove Heaven's cock from her mouth. "Watch it," she scolded Heaven as she kept a hand on the younger woman's cock, stroking it rapidly and with passion. "More sucking; less talking," Heaven insisted as she stuck her rod back in Danica's mouth. This wasn't a fight I was going to get in the middle of. I decided that since Heaven was already having a ball, making Danica happy was my main concern. I ran both hands along her sides, one doubling back between her legs and starting to tickle her clit while the other cupped a breast and began teasing her nipple. By the way Danica gyrated her body under me, I could tell she was getting into it. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, Zane!" Heaven cried out. At the last moment she locked her eyes with mine as she made Danica choke on her meat and shot gob after gob of cum down her throat. Danica spewed and sputtered as Heaven finished abusing her face. The cop had only a few seconds to catch her breath before Heaven stuck her semi-flaccid member back down her throat. Heaven stole the moment to lean in and French kiss me intensely over Danica's body. Danica gamely took Heaven's cock and went back to sucking for all she was worth. Heaven took on a different approach this time, coaxing Danica along with fingers softly coiling and uncoiling her hair and gentle touches to her cheeks. Our trapped police officer became lost in her own growing ecstasy, which was only short-circuited by Heaven suddenly pulling out. "Let's switch up," Heaven suggested enthusiastically as if Danica's orifices were musical chairs. On the other hand, Danica had asked for this (sort of) and Heaven really seemed to be coming out of her shell so I nodded. I kept thrusting into Danica who, if aware of our intentions, gave no indication of any resistance. Heaven, now topless, tapped me on the shoulder when she came round and when I separated she gave me a high-five. Heaven's face when she slipped into Danica's cunt was pure bliss. "Oh, yeah," Heaven exhaled triumphantly. "This is great." "I'm sort of partial to Officer Campbell's body too," I agreed. Danica kept up a series of 'ugh, ugh, ugh's' in reaction to Heaven's exertions until I came around to the passenger side of the back seat and settled in facing her. She looked up at my crotch and then up to me with exhaustion tinged with fear. "It's okay," I stroked her hair and didn't press forward. She lowered her head to the seat for about half a minute as she absorbed Heaven's thrusts. "Here," she mumbled, as she pushed up onto her hands once more, "let me help with this." She took my condom off, grabbed my cock by one hand, and after giving me a faint grin began taking in my head. I couldn't stop myself from giving her a little extra but Danica took it like a trooper. "Damn, Zane, we are double-stuffing this cop. I bet she didn't expect this tonight," Heaven laughed gleefully. "Umphf, umph, umph," Danica mumbled between slurps and sucking noises. "That's a good girl," Heaven consoled Danica as she petted her ass and flank. "You like this, don't you?" For the longest time Danica didn't respond so Heaven teased her. "Do you want us to stop, Officer Campbell?" Another pause, then Danica pulled her lips off my cock. "No," she whimpered, "I'm loving this." She went back to sucking my cock and Heaven began slamming her hard as a form of reward. Soon enough, Danica spasmed to another orgasm and then nearly collapsed onto the seat. "Zane, I want her ass," Heaven beamed at me like a sex-possessed maniac. "No," moaned Danica, "I don't , Heaven cut that off with a sharp slap to the ass. "I've got an idea," I grinned back. I moved Danica to the back of the seat and scooted underneath her. I pulled her back on top of me and Heaven helped me insert my cock into her well-fucked cunt. "Oh, yes," Danica gasped, as I squeezed my cock into her cunt once more. That was nothing compared to the noise she made when Heaven ran several fingers over her snatch, getting her fingers nice and wet before sinking the first one into her anus. "No, Umm," the policewoman got out before I buried her protests with a kiss. When I let go she looked down at me with a captivating degree of sexual hunger that was exciting. Heaven began feverishly working her finger into Danica, making her shut her eyes as she tried to cut off the pain of her first anal experience. "Kiss me if it gets to be too much," I whispered to her; Danica nodded. On cue, she dived onto my lips twice more before Heaven had me sit still and I felt it as she urged her cockhead against Officer Campbell's anal opening. "Shit! That hurts," Danica shouted out in pain. "I'm going to own this ass," Heaven taunted her over her shoulder while moving deeper incrementally. "Oh," Danica moaned, as tears welled up in her eyes. "I can still, make you pay." Heaven draped her body over Danica's and began rubbing her taut nipples along her back. The policewoman gasped and shivered from the sensation. "You like this?" Heaven murmured to her, rubbing her rigid nipples over Danica's flesh. "I've got more where that came from." While Heaven drove her hips forward as she pumped her cock deeper into Danica's ass, she took nips out of the cop's shoulder blades and back while massaging both of her breasts with her hands. I had one hand working her clit in a sensual cycle while my other hand caressed her cheek. By the look on her face, my FFU-mate was coming into her own; a beautiful sight. "I can't take it, I can't take it, I can't take, Ah!" Danica went off one final time. "Her ass is like a vise," shouted Heaven, as undoubtedly Officer Campbell's anus was contracting around her cock during the orgasm. "Bitch, here it comes," Heaven screamed. I could sense the heat of her seed course through the thin walls separating our cocks inside Danica. Two more thrusts and I was joining them in climax. We were all pressed together for a minute before Heaven finally got her head together enough to move. "Fun-fucking-tastic," I growled. Heaven pulled out of Danica's ass with a 'pop' which gave the policewoman a jolt. In a strange turnabout that left me wondering, Heaven leaned down onto Danica one more time. "That was great, Officer Danica Campbell. This is the best sex I've ever had," Heaven related in a disarmingly tender voice. Danica looked over her shoulder and after a moment of reflection nodded. "No problem." Turning to look down at me, the policewoman added, "Now watch your driving, young man. I don't think I can let you off so easy next time." This was easy? I rolled Danica's back to the seat and carefully withdrew from her and got out of the car. The entire back seat was a mess of sweat and other fluids. She slipped down from a semi-sitting position to resting on her side, her head on an arm as she watched me get dressed. Heaven hobbled over to the far side and retrieved her clothes there. "Are you going to be okay?" I asked Danica as I finished up. "Yes," she murmured with a smile. "Get your ID from my clipboard on the roof and I hope I can trust you to not, knock up your 'girlfriend'; alright?" "I think I can manage that, Officer Campbell," I smiled at her and her little joke. She closed her eyes and I noted a satisfied smile ease onto her lips. We may have been one of the best fucks of her life. We pulled back onto the road in utter silence and I was beginning to worry about what would be going through Heaven's mind when she reached over and took my hand without looking. "Happy?" I inquired. She studied me for a moment, biting down her reflexive response. "You'll never know how, I hope you never have to know how much this meant to me," she corrected herself. "So you wouldn't be opposed to going out with me next weekend?" I asked. "Well," she smiled after a moment, "since you are my lover I really should spend some time with you, so, okay." "We'll work out the specifics later in the week," I promised as we swept into the parking lot. Dana Delivers Pain Christina and company stepped out into the glow of one of the streetlights as I parked and we disembarked from my ride. I was thinking of the best way to put things but Heaven trampled my efforts to be cool. "It was great," she bubbled. "We got a bite to eat at that Oriental place on Market Street, then went to see Wreck-It-Ralph and then, she looked around suspiciously, then she added with a whisper, "we had sex with a woman!" Christina gave me a desperately curious glance. "I mean she sucked me off and then I fucked her cunt, and I can see why Zane loves sex so much now, and then I nailed her ass and she came so hard, she collapsed. It was awesome!" The rest of the girls gathered around while I was somewhat excluded. "Heaven, what about keeping things secret?" Christina cautioned. Heaven looked past Faith and reached a hand for me which I stepped up and took. "She won't be telling anyone about this, will she, Zane?" Heaven tried to assure her best friends. "I sincerely doubt she'll want to use our encounter to hurt us, Heaven. Please believe me when I say we left her very happy with what we accomplished together," I tried to assuage their fears. "Who was it?" Christina insisted. I was against telling her and I tried to silently communicate that with Heaven but my partner decided to put greater trust in her friend. "It was a female police officer," Heaven stated shyly. "I was fooling around with Zane, he swerved, and she pulled us over." "And Zane decided it was a good idea to seduce her?" Christina accused me sternly. "No. She was going to call the campus about me, then she took him back to her car. I don't know what was said, but she then had Zane strip and she began sucking him off," Heaven defended me. "Get to the part where the three of you are having sex," Chastity asked urgently, her hands clasped together in excitement. "She was giving me a nice blowjob, I asked to see her tits, she stripped down and crawled on top of me and we had sex until she came," I began. "Then he flipped her over, hooked her legs up, and went on her until she came again. And then he got behind her, that was when I came up, and he was screwing her doggy-style and I came up to the other door," Heaven added to the story. "She said she didn't do girls so I stripped down, and when I presented my, cock to her, she balked but Zane didn't let her get away and I fed it to her and she sucked me off." "She wasn't as good as you, my friends," she informed her female companions, "but it was nice. I told Zane to change places and I, had my first cunt and it was, wow. After she climaxed again, Zane got beneath the cop and I took her ass. Now I know why Zane does it to Barbie Lynn so often, hot damn. Anyway, we all came, got dressed, and we drove home." "Oh, Heaven, it was too much of a risk," Christina persisted. "Did I mention how great the sex was?" Heaven smiled hopefully to her best friend and long-time protector. "We knew this day had to come," Hope intervened. "We all prayed for Heaven to find her own identity." "But is she a boy or a girl?" Faith questioned. "I'm, Heaven struggled to answer. "She's neither," I answered for her. "She's Heaven, and for those of us who care about her, that is enough." Heaven's look was one of stunned acceptance while Christina and Chastity looked almost pleased with me. Hope and Faith were still grappling with the concept, I could see. "Lover, let me walk you back to your dorm," Heaven smiled up at me happily. Normally it worked the other way around, I believed. "Nope," I shrugged. "There is no way you can get me home and then beat curfew, but we'll see each other in the morning." She nodded, and with the rest of Team Christina, they headed off. I caught Christina looking over her shoulder at me, giving me a sad, almost desperately worried look. I didn't have too much time to think about it as I hustled back to my own dorm and up to the Solarium at the top. I met up with Barbie Lynn after my trip to the bathroom to get ready for bed. "Hey, Zane," she greeted me. "Good evening, Barbie Lynn. Can I have a few minutes of your time?" I inquired. She brightened up then smirked slightly. "Are you sure you aren't too tired from your date with Heaven?" she joked. "That's a story for another time. Right now, I'd like to spend some time with you. I miss you when you are not around," I answered truthfully. Barbie Lynn snuggled into my arms. "I'd be delighted to spend some time with you, Zane Braxton," she purred, while she ran her hands over my chest, ribs, and finally my ass. I opened the door and chased Barbie upstairs and we tumbled into bed together. Barbie Lynn couldn't stop giggling as we wrestled around until I positioned myself over her, her legs wrapped around me, her arms pinned over her head, and a broad sexy smile on her face. The marathon of kissing came naturally, as did the press of her body against me, her nipples hard, and her sex sweet to my senses. "Have I told you how wonderful you make me feel?" I panted into the flowing tapestry of her sweet-smelling hair. "Yes," she sighed happily, "but I don't get tired of hearing you confess it." She settled into my arms and the silence had barely begun when her adorable snores graced my ears. I drifted off to sleep soon after realizing it had been one hell of a week with thirteen still to go. Birth of the Rebellion. I shared my 'solo' shower time with nine girls, with the good fortune that most of them only expected peripheral moments with me, not real sexual attention. Opal and Brigit, my original shower buddies, were joined by a few others plus my compadres, Iona and Rio. This morning, Brigit got a full-body scrubbing but I spared a few moments for my two closest friends. "I'm surprised to see you here, Iona," I confessed to her as I ran my hands over her slender shoulders. "I came here for an education," she smiled up at me. I arched an eyebrow and she flushed in embarrassment. "I mean, I came to school for an education, honest, that's what I meant." "I know," I calmed her. "I knew what you meant." I'd have been happier with the way things were going if I hadn't caught Rio and Opal huddled together giving me conspiratorial looks. Catching my suspicious glare, Rio sauntered over to Iona and me. "So, Teacher, are you going to give me any education time?" she teased Iona and me both. "I think you and I are on the other end of the Teacher-Student curve, Rio. Unfortunately, your lessons always involve some sort of pain and/or humiliation on my part," I pointed out. "Don't be such a baby, Zane. I do what I do out of love, okay, out of the love of watching you squirm, but that's love too, right?" Rio smiled sweetly. "Stop being so mean to him." Iona became upset and clutched me tightly. "Maybe if he took me out on a date, like he did Heaven, or spent more quality time with me like he does with Barbie Lynn," Rio snickered, "I'd be too tired to pick on him." "We went out on a date," I countered. "When?" Rio questioned. "Last Wednesday; we went out for ice cream," I reminded her. "Sorry. If this cunt doesn't get penetrated, it isn't a date," Rio scoffed and Iona blushed. "Rio, I thought our friendship could withstand Saturday night but I'm not going to be someone you pass the empty hours with. I'm your friend and if you think you and Iona are no different than anyone else I know here, you are sorely mistaken," I declared before Iona could have an outburst of her own. "I don't need you, Zane," Rio shot back after a moment. "I never said you did. In fact, I need you more than you might need me," I related to her. Rio fidgeted for another instant, then turned and left. Seeing that Rio had left her shower kit behind, Iona gathered their things up and followed her. I made my way to exit from this embarrassing episode when Opal grabbed my arm. "If we aren't friends, what are we?" she inquired. "Infinitely memorable," I answered with a sly grin. That earned me an appreciative look. "I'll take that," she smiled and let me go on my way. The Sparks of Rebellion Considering what our previous few mornings at school had been like, this morning was downright sedate. Rio joined Iona and I as we made our way to breakfast, where we were even permitted to sit together, and Assembly, where we did the same. Had it not been for the final announcement by the Chancellor Melrose Bazz, "Christina Buchanan has stepped down as Senior Class Body President. She has been replaced by Rhaine Ritchie," she announced. There was some stirring; for me, the look I had received from Christina the night before now made sense. They'd stripped her of her position because she's decided to not persecute me, becoming my friend instead. Well, to hell with that. I totally missed Iona's furious activities, though I would value them later. Rio and I made it easy for them, though we wished Iona hadn't tagged along. I had no real plan until she stepped up to confront me and then the first step of the operation fell into place. "Zane Braxton, I require your services," the girl with shoulder-length reddish-brown hair smirked at me. She'd brought along three playmates, how interesting. "Who is this?" I asked Iona calmly. "Rhaine Ritchie," Iona informed me, at which point I shouldered past Rhaine, a move Rio instantly followed. "Wait, what, Rhaine squawked. "You can't do this," she emphasized by grabbing my shoulder. "If you don't do as I tell you, you will be expelled," she threatened. Power comes from the belief in authority's ability to influence you. If I did what they wanted, I'd be expelled eventually. If I fought back, I'd still go down, but what the hell, everything ends. In my case, I no longer cared what the Administration had planned for me, I'd fight them standing up on my own terms. "Lady, I don't know who you are," I lied, "but if you don't step off I'm going to put you over my knee and spank you in front of God and all these students." Our eyes locked and she saw that I was ready, willing, and eager to follow through on my threat. Rhaine let go and took a step back. I turned and left without further comment; that would ruin the whole 'ignore her' effect. Rio caught up and nudged me. "What's the plan, Kemosahbee?" she inquired. "I'm making this up as I go along," I confessed. Rio laughed loudly while Iona gulped. "Don't worry, I'll think of something; I always do," which caused Rio to laugh louder. English came and went but ended with Ms. Goodswell calling me aside. "You will be meeting with Ms. Lane at one," she informed me. I nodded before she continued. "Zane, is it impossible for you to do the right thing or are you making my life special on purpose?" "Virginia," I replied, "if my only concern was to make you happy, I would do it. Unfortunately, I have to live with myself too and I can't stomach what's being done to my friends here. You must know that if I'd been left alone, I'd have done my time here and earned an education," I tried to get her to understand. Virginia reached out and placed one of her hands on mine. "I know, Zane, and I am doing what I can for you," she sighed. "Can you do something for Rio too?" I asked. "Zane," she chuckled bitterly, "I'm bailing out the Titanic with a thimble. I'm not sure what I can do for her. Mrs. Short wants her gone as much as the Chancellor does," Virginia answered. Mrs. Short was Rio's spiritual advisor. Our spiritual advisors were supposed to help us out at school, both academically and psychologically. I didn't doubt that Virginia had been doing her best to see that I wasn't booted out during my first week at FFU. Rio didn't have that backstop; all she had was Iona and me. I barely caught Virginia's gaze wander toward the door where a Rhaine-clone was standing. I hoisted my backpack and made for the girl at the door. It turned out we were far from alone, my confrontation with Rhaine having already made the news. "Listen, Zane, I'm not intim," she got out before I slipped past her extended arm (palm outward), slipped into contact with her, and twirled us around. She had barely enough time to gasp before I spun free and made my way down the hall. "Zane!" she called out in frustration behind me. I heard the giggles from the other girls as she took up the pursuit. I found Rio waiting inside the door while Rhaine and a clone waited for her to emerge. "Sorry, bitches," Rio gloated, "but my ride's here." Before they could react, I knelt and yanked down their skirts, one in each hand. The seniors squealed in surprise and tried to cover up as Rio shoved past them and joined me. She caught sight of my personal tormentor coming so she pulled me down the hall as we made our getaway. They waited for us coming out of Biblical Archeology with the added bonus of Ms. Gorman, Dean of Athletics, Head of Security, and Coach to several sports including Karate. They smiled, we smiled, and then we slammed the door and locked it. Rio looked at me with a piratical gleam in her eyes as we simultaneously made for the windows and flung ourselves outside. We took the fall from the second floor and bolted like mad for our next classes. Had I heard (I claimed to be lost in thought) Ms. Gorman calling my name, I would have been forced to stop and face some sort of pointless and painful task, but I made it to Biology safely. A text from Rio told me she'd made it to her class too. Of course, they could still keep coming, and getting to lunch proved impossible without confronting the new regime. Rhaine waited outside my door with a half dozen other ladies plus Ms. Gorman, who looked absolutely furious. "I believe you are familiar with traveling on your knees, Mr. Braxton. This time you get to do so with me on your back, my own personal beast of burden," she gloated. I looked through her, took in the other girls, then made my way to shoulder past them. "If you ignore this command," Gorman warned me, "that is grounds for dismissal." "Did someone give me an order?" I asked innocently. "Rhaine did," Gorman pointed out. "Who?" I inquired. "Rhaine, Ms. Ritchie," Gorman growled. "I don't know who that is," I pointed out blithely. "I'm, Gurr," Rhaine snarled. "Fine," a different girl spoke up, "I want you to be my mount on my way to lunch." I did nothing. "Well?" Ms. Gorman questioned me. "Well, what?" I responded. "Are you going to do what Vera has instructed?" Ms. Gorman demanded. "Who?" I grinned proudly. "You can't pretend you can't hear students just because you want to, Mr. Braxton," Ms. Gorman snapped. "I'm required to obey any lawful command of a recognized advanced student," I paraphrased my Handbook. "Any student doing an illegal or immoral action does not qualify." "These two students have done no such thing," Ms. Gorman pointed out. "Ms. Ritchie has accepted appointment as Senior Class President, which is illegal. Any student who supports her position is committing an immoral act," I countered. "Doctor Bazz put me in charge of the Senior class," Rhaine stated proudly, "after Christina screwed up and didn't put you in your place." I didn't take my eyes off of Ms. Gorman but I did reply. "She can remove Christina, I have no argument with that, but she can't appoint a replacement, a fact you would know if you bothered to read the book," I reminded them. Thank God for Iona and her eyes for minutia. This left them momentarily speechless. "Zane, you will carry my books to the Dining Hall," Brandi interrupted the group of us. "As you command," I leapt at the chance to escape. Brandi haughtily ignored the baneful looks shot her way as she stepped up and tossed her book bag to me before strutting off with me quickly following along behind her. "Thanks Brandi," I whispered to her. "What for?" she grinned back at me with a little extra shimmy in her stride. "Iona promised me some quality time with you tonight but that won't be worth a damn if I let them break you down." Ah, the wonders of enlightened self-interest and the female libido. When we walked together into the Dining Hall I noticed that Rio hadn't made it yet, which didn't bode well for her. Iona was sitting down and waved to me as I headed into the food line. As I continued to look around I also couldn't find Christina and company, which was odd and spoke of some unforeseen trouble. It also gave me an idea. When I received my food I maneuvered over to Iona but I didn't sit down, instead holding my tray and waiting. "Zane, what are you doing?" whispered Iona. "I think I know how to make our anemic resistance into a full-blown rebellion," I whispered back. It didn't take long before a few familiar faces began standing up as well in some bizarre show of solidarity for me and the cause they didn't understand yet. More and more students began joining my little protest; most I'd barely seen before. By the time Christina came in, we numbered about a hundred. Christina and her crew recognized the anomaly of our actions but had no clue what we were up to until they moved to take their new station farther down the Senior Table than before, depicting their diminished status. When Christina sat down, I sat down too, slamming my tray for extra effect. Within thirty seconds a hundred trays came slamming down in sympathy. That was round one. I wolfed down my food in preparation for round two. Rio arrived battered and bruised with bloody knees and palms. I gave her my water to pour on her knees and hands. "I have a plan, ladies," I softly told Iona and Rio. "Follow my lead unless I get decapitated, in which case you are on your own." Taking the steps toward the Senior Table was pretty frightening because my ability to remain in the school and stay in the fight depended on the beneficence and bravery of another. I walked up to Christina as she sat eating and went down on one knee with my head lowered in supplication. I caught sight of Christina twisting and observing me and my stance. A minute elapsed before Christina finally spoke to me. She knew what she was getting into; there was no tricking her into this role in events. For her, the battle was for pride, while mine was for survival. She had more to lose since the past three years of her life were wrapped up in this place. "Zane," Christina said in a passionate, caring tone, laying a hand on my shoulder, "Thank you. You may go now." I rose once more, bowed before turning away, and resumed my seat. "I think I'm in love," Chastity sighed. "I'm with you," Hope added, "You don't see many Knights of Christ anymore." "I'm not sure he qualifies as a Knight of Christ," Heaven stated, "but I like the way he's fighting." "We are in a fight alright," Christina smiled, "and Zane has put us in the middle of it." Even as she spoke those words, Barbie Lynn, Opal, and Cappadocia all came up and bowed before Christina as well, receiving her blessing and moving on. Iona joined, while Rio kept her seat but shot me a snide smile. "What's next Boss?" she said between bites of food. "A rebellion so large they just can't expel all of us; a rebellion with Queen Christina Buchanan at the head," I explained. Iona came up and getting the purpose of our rebellion expressed to the masses began. Our campus was dividing between the Pro-Christina vs. the Pro-Rhaine camps and in thirty minutes it was past the ability for the teachers to stamp out immediately. A Passionate Legal Issue My ability to bask in, and suffer through, the effects of our insurgency was diminished by my summons to see Ms. Lane but I had to admit I was feeling full of myself when I walked into her office. "It is good to see you again, Mr. Braxton. We have a good deal to talk over, so let us begin," she started, her light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, her business jacket and skirt being a tasteful medium gray and her make-up done just right. She began going over the particulars of my legal predicament brought about by my situation here at FFU but my mind rapidly devolved in a different direction. I dropped my bag and began taking off my shirt while Ms. Lane kept droning on. She didn't miss my display but while there was a slight curl to her lips she kept doing her job as she saw it. Lane's smile grew as I finished stripping nude, came around the desk and then turned her chair to face me. I pushed her legs slightly apart before kneeling between them and taking her shoes off one at a time. I definitely had Ms. Lane's attention as I started kissing the tip of her big toe then drawing out further kisses along the top of her foot. Throughout it all, she never let up with her legal-ease talk; I had to admire her concentration. As my hands caressed one calf, knee, and thigh, then another as I worked kisses along her feet, I noticed two things; she was getting excited and she was wearing stockings fixed with a garter belt, both in darker beige. When I hiked up her right leg so I could plant kisses on the back of her knee along the back line of her hose she finally skipped a beat in her speech. "Ah," she moaned sensually as I kept planting those kisses and ran my fingers up beyond her stocking line to the edge of her panties. I was vaguely aware of her picking up her phone and having a brief conversation but I was a bit too preoccupied to catch much of it. "I've informed your two o'clock class that you won't be making it today," she sighed happily. That gave us an extra hour of legal 'consultations'; in Vegas I understand this kind of legal advice can cost me over a thousand dollars an hour but I was blessed for getting it for free. Ms. Lane put her phone down, stood, and unzipped her skirt. "My name is Hudson," she smiled at me as she let the skirt slip down her well-toned legs to the ground. As she stepped out of the skirt I pulled it aside and tossed it away. When she sat down I cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her to the very tip of the chair before I renewed my attention with my lips and tongue on her thighs. Hudson went back to her legal-speak with increasingly bated breath. By the time I teased off her panties with my teeth she had almost given up the pretense of a real meeting and was moaning and groaning from the progress I'd made. When I blew on her freshly exposed bald cunt she lost it, bucking up against my lips. I didn't disappoint her, diving straight in with my tongue flicking her clit before pushing in deeper with a tongue-twister. "Oh, God!" she exclaimed as she thrust up once more. "Tell me you aren't doing this to the girls here." I replied by flicking my tongue faster over her lips and clit until she vibrated into an orgasm and a few recitations of, "Oh, Sweet God!" I drank deeply from her cunt, relishing in her tangy flavor for more than a minute. We both knew this was far from over. She spread her legs wider and I started teasing her slit from the bottom with a deep lick inside. She rewarded me with one of the best things a girl can say to a guy. "You are even better than my girlfriend," she sighed deliciously. I switched to using my fingers so that I could speak. "I'd be happy to share notes about you with her," I offered. "She's a ,  ah, yes ,  a dedicated lesbian," Hudson moaned, "but I think I could say something to her about you." "Umm," was the sound of my slurping her up. "I look forward to the both of you." "You would want both of us at the same time?" she panted, tantalized by the prospect. "One at a time; both; if she is half as tasty as you, I'll take what I can get," I mumbled between flicks of my tongue. Our conversation died as I used my fingers to peel her blossom open and made deep, penetrating explorations of her sex. Slowly, gingerly, Hudson encased my shoulders and neck with her stocking-clad legs. She didn't force, so much as snuggle me into an embrace. There was really no reason to enhance my eagerness for her succulent cunt. "Oh ,  you are very good ,  Zane," she purred, "ah , ah ,  ah ,  right there ,  ah , Aaii!" With that last outburst she rose hard against my face, burying my nose into her baby smooth folds while my lips kept up a mighty suckling effort on her clit, a bit of nibbling included. She didn't say much as she was still getting her breathing under control, but I would have bet money she was a long distance runner, so short was her recovery time. Hudson let her legs fall to my sides as she leaned forward and drew me into her arms in an encompassing hold. We tasted each other for some time in a delicate ballet of discovering our need for one another. I pressed against her, then broke our kiss while drilling her in place with my eyes. I didn't feel the need to tell her I wanted her; she could undoubtedly read my mind and she gave me a light kiss and a nod giving her permission. As I ran my hands under her thighs she rose up, freeing me to grab each ass cheek and start to lift her up as I stood. Before I could even set her on the desk Hudson was unbuttoning her shirt and peeling it off. I rested her carefully on the desk's edge but before I could make my next move she kissed me and wrapped her legs around my waist. She used her legs to balance while she worked off her bra and exposing her shapely breasts to my eyes. I took that as an invitation to press Ms. Lane down and start ravishing her pale areolas and short, stubby, light pink nipples that hardened at my touch. "Zane," she sighed through a wave of pleasure, "why do I get the impression this isn't your first time with a woman?" "Umm," I expressed over my currently favorite nipple, "I feel that all that matters is that this is my first time with you. I've never been with anyone like you before." "Ah," she gasped playfully, "I take that to mean 'over a dozen'," sigh, "you bad, bad boy." I stopped what I was doing and looked up at her, my face moist with her fluids and my saliva from engaging her breasts. "This is a strange time to ask me to embrace a Purity Pledge," I teased her. "It would be unethical for me to suborn perjury," she teased back as she stroked my hair. Hudson mirrored the real affection I sent her way. "I admire honesty of character over social acceptance, Hudson. I'll lie to make someone happy but I won't lie to myself," I related and she nodded her understanding if not her agreement. "So if I'm no good in the sack you'll tell me?" she bantered playfully. "Sex is a partnership, Hudson. If it doesn't work, it is as much my fault as yours," I responded eagerly. Her eyes sparkled and the smile on her face took on a decidedly scholarly cast as if she'd judged me and not been disappointed. I returned to her chest while Hudson drew back her legs until she set her hands to the back of her knees while sweeping her papers aside. I didn't ask for permission to enter her; I did what felt natural and in sequence with the pace our bodies were setting. Only as I slid in did she let out a nasal moan of pleasure. Hudson's cunt was by no means tight, more like snug and comforting; it was a happy medium that my girth more than compensated for. She could definitely feel me rubbing against her vaginal walls and clitoris as I stroked in and out. She began to rub my hair with one hand and engaged her left nipple with the other. I was busy thrusting into her with deeper and stronger penetrating drives, one hand on her cunt and the other one holding me upright leaving my lips to entertain the right breast with all kinds of nips, bites, teases and suction. Our division of responsibilities, never spoken out loud, was working out well for us and our desire to build to our next climax. Hudson and I coasted along the edge of orgasm for twenty breathtaking minutes until she finally drew me into a kiss followed by a knowing smile and a nod. I picked up my tempo and angled her hips for maximum penetration as I took her up to what one of my early lovers had called the Mountain of Tears and Joy. In the end she clutched me tight and buried her head into my shoulder as she hissed out her maximum pleasure. Ms.  Lane barely missed a breath, pulling me into a string of kisses over my eyes, cheeks, lips, and nose. "I know it is the wrong thing," she sighed finally, "to leave you alone with all these women. What chance do any of these poor girls have against candy as sweet as you?" "I'd like to think I'm as much a victim here as any of them," I panted in reply, still slowly slipping in and out of her. "Really? How often are you compelled to have sex, Mr. Braxton?" she interrogated me seductively. "Once or twice," I offered up the truth. "Once or twice a week?" she asked skeptically. "No; once or twice a day," I confessed. "How do you manage to sex twice a day on this campus?" she sounded incredulous. "Well, there is the shower in the morning, then there is almost always an opportunity during club time, maybe sometime after dinner but before curfew, and lastly after curfew," I explained while Hudson look both aroused and surprised at the revelation. "Don't you ,  ah ,  ever get tired, bored, or sore?" she gasped. "Meh," I shrugged, "I get tired sometimes, and sore on occasion, but I've never been bored with a partner yet." "I noticed you didn't flinch when I told you my partner was a lesbian; homosexuality doesn't bother you, does it?" she inquired. "Nope; I've been with a few men in the past," I answered. "Does that bother you, being a FFU alum and all?" "It would have," she giggled in an almost mature way, "but I did a few things my first year in law school that curled my toes ,  and opened my mind." "I owe those people a big Thank You card," I teased her. "Don't, hmm, be too hasty," she murmured, "More than one was of the 'nail the Christian bitch' breed. Those were some emotionally ,  ah ,  tough times." "I never see the women here that way," I promised Hudson. "I didn't think you were that kind from the first time we met, but I checked with Virginia Goodswell to be sure," she told me. "Even ,  ah ,  wow, you really know how to make a girl feel good ,  Dana Gorman doesn't think you are a total waste of effort either." That was somewhat stunning since Dana never stopped giving me grief, right up to the effort to have me expelled. "What, hmm," I asked as my own seed began to rise, "would you have done if I hadn't come on to you?" "Zane," she laughed, "I figured that you staying on your side of the desk was as likely as having a Texan walk away from free BBQ. The way your eyes undressed me at our first get-together convinced me that if we had a private meeting this would happen, though your direct assault was unexpected. Was my perfume too much?" "Hudson ,  Ah ,  you would be irresistible in a green garbage bag and Old Spice men's cologne," I panted, followed by, "I'm going to come." "Roll over," she commanded. As I did, she untangled herself from me and slid down my body until she engulfed my cock with her mouth. She was perpendicular to me, on all fours, knees barely on the desk with my legs extending out to rest on the back of the chair. Her tongue swirled around my shaft in some erotic serpentine fashion I'd never experienced before. She must have sensed my fascination with her technique because she slurped up over my head and smiled in my direction. "Being with a lesbian gives me a great deal of expertise with my tongue," she tantalized me before going back about her sensual torture. It didn't take too much time at all before I put a hand on her cheek. Hudson went a little deeper, sucked in with her cheeks and set me off. I pumped load after load of semen into her mouth but there was no swallowing and that left me a tad curious. When I was finished she climbed panther-like over my body until we were nose to nose. She slowly opened her lips and a strand of semen began winding down toward me. I then knew what she wanted and opened my mouth as she dripped my own semen into it. A few strands into the process she lowered her lips down and kissed me. We swapped my cum for some time before I could feel her tongue and mouth suck it back up. She leaned up, rolled back her head, and made an erotic display of swallowing my entire load. "You are really fun," Hudson told me as she licked her lips. "Most guys are totally weirded out by that and won't do what you just did." "I try not to be that kind of guy," I answered. "You've done something special for me; what special thing can I do for you?" she purred. I felt a warm sense of anticipation consume me as I dialed up some of my deepest fantasies. The one thing I was absolutely sure about was that I was going to need more than one legal session. Running at the Abyss When I finally exited the school's legal offices, I figured I had a few options. Most appealingly, I could hide out for an hour and avoid Rhaine and company, but that would leave Rio out there in the cold. I was feeling stupid, I went looking for my friend. A quick call to Iona gave me a tidbit of information that had come up in my absence. More and more freshmen were identifying pro-Rhaine proponents and blowing them off like I was. There had been some severe friction but no casualties yet. I asked about Rio but Iona hadn't seen her; at the moment Iona was with Opal who was undoubtedly defending her from the pro-Rhaine forces. I went racing off to the most likely location to find Rio. My first shot was a bust but on the way to my second choice, I caught sight of her with some comp

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Ayon sa Philippine Institute of Volcanology and Seismology o PHIVOLCS, tumama ang magnitude 7.5 na lindol sa humigit-kumulang 44 kilometro sa hilagang-silangan ng bayan ng Manay, sa lalim na 20 kilometro.

Kristalina Georgieva dijo que "en breve" habrá novedades sobre la asistencia a la Argentina y anticipó: “En mi región, en Europa Central y Oriental, hemos tenido ejemplos de líderes valientes que han llevado a cabo acciones muy difíciles, como recortar pensiones y salarios en un 40 o 50 por ciento, y ser reelegidos. ¿Por qué? Porque se ganaron el apoyo de la gente. Hay confianza en que era necesario hacerlo. Ahora veamos el caso de Argentina. Argentina está implementando un programa de ajuste drástico. El éxito se basará en ganar el apoyo de la gente”.Javier Milei afirmó sobre la dolarización: “Lo puedo desafiar a que revise el archivo cuando en el programa de Pablo Rossi en La Nación Más salió eso. Yo hablé de competencia de monedas. La competencia de monedas hoy existe desde septiembre del año pasado”.En 2023, el presidente Milei aseguró: “El tema de la dolarización tiene... que en realidad no es dolarizar, es en rigor eliminar el Banco Central en un sistema de competencia de monedas. Y lo que yo creo es que los argentinos históricamente eligieron el dólar. Por eso la liquidación del Banco Central sería contra el dólar, pero después los argentinos elegirían la moneda que se le da la gana”.La candidata Karen Reichardt contó: “Yo confié en Javier Milei. Es como que lo veía en los programas y me encantaba y pensaba como él. Me alineé totalmente. Decía, yo quiero... Este hombre dice y me representa en todo lo que dice. Entonces empecé a hacer muchas redes, muchos TikToks, cosas con las redes antes de que sea presidente. No lo conocía yo. Yo no lo conocía. Y la conocía a Sandra Pettovello que me había hecho una nota hace 10 años con Amores Perros, ¿viste? Con la boutique que yo tenía. y tres días antes le mando como un vamos el domingo, ella me mandó un corazón, y bueno, me parece que ella después le contó a él y bueno ahí me mandó un mensaje agradeciéndome la participación”.“La gente de bien, como dije, y que a muchos también le molesta, quien sea, gente de bien, que no vivimos del gobierno, que pagamos los impuestos, que lo bancamos a ustedes, vagos, planeros. Bueno, ya que quieren, podríamos hacer como un muro de Berlín, ¿viste? Que de un lado estén los kirchneristas, que les encanta vivir así, de planes, que les dé la migaja al gobierno, que los afanen, los Insaurraldes, que miran cómo se van en yate unos y los otros se quedan en sus casillas. Hagamos una cosa así. y del otro lado tenemos el capitalismo el que nos gusta crecer el que nos gustan las grandes empresas ¿eh? hagamos una cosa así el muro no está mal ¿eh? un muro un gran muro”, agregó Karen Reichardt.Diego Santilli le pidió un debate a Jorge Taiana a pesar de no encabezar la lista y “tenerle fe” a Karen Reichardt.Noticias del jueves 9 de octubre por María O'Donnell y equipo de De Acá en Más por Urbana Play 104.3 FMSeguí a De Acá en Más en Instagram y XUrbana Play 104.3 FM. Somos la radio que ves.Suscribite a #Youtube. Seguí a la radio en Instagram y en XMandanos un whatsapp ➯ Acá¡Descargá nuestra #APP oficial! ➯  https://scnv.io/m8Gr 

Elen Oriental (Elen Chikhladze) is a Georgian choreographer and dance instructor from Tbilisi, specializing in oriental dance since 2002. Beginning her artistic journey at the School for Athletic Fine Arts and later the Department of World National Dances, she graduated with honors from the College of Choreography and the N. Pridonishvili School of Popular Dance in 2001. As President of the International Association of Oriental Dance in Georgia and founder of her own belly dance school, Elen emphasizes the historical depth, elegance, and physical artistry of the dance. Her teaching method combines elements of gymnastics, yoga, and dance to strengthen muscles and joints while fostering psychological readiness, enabling students to master the demanding yet captivating techniques of oriental dance.In this episode you will learn about:- The danger, stigma, and literal risks of working as a belly dancer in Georgia during the chaotic post-Soviet years.- How Elen fought back against prejudice by going on national TV, writing in magazines, and reframing Oriental dance as an art form.- The story behind her iconic Arabic–Spanish fusion pieces, why they made audiences cry, and why she later chose to move beyond them.- The critical difference between “advanced” and truly “professional” dancers.- Why she insists on studying with Egyptian teachers rather than chasing festival choreographies.Show Notes to this episode:Find Elen Chikhladze on Instagram, and FB. Follow Iana on Instagram, FB, and Youtube . Check out her online classes and intensives at the Iana Dance Club.Find information on how you can support Ukraine and Ukrainian belly dancers HERE.Podcast: www.ianadance.com/podcast

Nagsagawa ng independent audit sa Oriental Mindoro ang isang Australian firm upang alamin kung tunay na umiiral ang mga proyekto o kung may tinatawag na "ghost projects". Binisita nila ang lugar upang masuri ang kalidad at katatagan ng mga imprastrukturang ipinapatayo.

Min 4: THE SMASHING MACHINE (2 estrellas) The Smashing Machine (2025), dirigido por Benny Safdie, es un biopic deportivo que busca ir más allá del ring para retratar la caída personal de una leyenda de las artes marciales mixtas. Con Dwayne Johnson en el papel del luchador Mark Kerr y Emily Blunt como Dawn Staples, la película explora cómo el éxito extremo convive con la adicción, las tensiones emocionales y los sacrificios invisibles. Min 15: LA SOSPECHA DE SOFÍA (3 estrellas) La sospecha de Sofía (2025), dirigida por Imanol Uribe y protagonizada por Álex González (en los roles de Daniel y Klaus) y Aura Garrido (Sofía), adapta la novela homónima de Paloma Sánchez-Garnica en un thriller ambientado en los años sesenta, en plena Guerra Fría. La premisa es potente: Daniel viaja a Berlín Oriental para conocer a su madre biológica, pero termina atrapado en una trama de espionaje de la KGB donde su identidad es usurpada por un hermano gemelo criado en la RDA Min 20: PARECIDO A UN ASESINATO (3 estrellas) Parecido a un asesinato (2025), dirigido por Antonio Hernández, es un thriller psicológico inspirado en la novela de Juan Bolea, protagonizado por Blanca Suárez (Eva), Eduardo Noriega (Nazario) y Tamar Novas (José). La película arranca con Eva intentando rehacer su vida junto a Nazario y acoplarse como figura materna de su hija adolescente, Alicia, mientras el trauma de un ex esposo violento amenaza con volver. Al principio, el ritmo resulta convencional y algunos diálogos suenan forzados, pero a medida que avanza adopta un tono más cinematográfico y envolvente, profundizando en la obsesión, la mentira y la violencia invisible. Con localizaciones evocadoras y una estética cuidada, el filme acaba por atrapar, aunque no logra evitar ciertos clichés del género ni un desenlace algo previsiblemente dramático. Min 25: UN FANTASMA EN LA BATALLA (4 estrellas) Un fantasma en la batalla (2025), dirigida por Agustín Díaz Yanes, es un thriller político inspirado en hechos reales que narra la vida de Amaia (interpretada por Susana Abaitua), una joven guardia civil que durante más de una década trabaja infiltrada en ETA con el objetivo de localizar los “zulos” de armas que la organización escondía en el sur de Francia. Min 33: LA PELÍCULA DE TU VIDA: CON LUIS NOGUERÓN Hoy abrimos la puerta a la llamada "Generación Z" gracias a la irrupción de una joven promesa de la localidad albaceteña de Villamalea. Luis Noguerón tiene 25 años, trabaja para Abycine y está preparando un cortometraje sobre la subversión (ficticia) de su pueblo ante el cambio de hora. ¿Cuál será la película que ha marcado su gusto por el cine siendo de una generación con gustos muy especiales? Min 39: ESPECIAL BSO 50 AÑOS DE "TIBURÓN" Se cumplen 50 años del estreno de Tiburón (Jaws), la película con la que Steven Spielberg revolucionó el cine de entretenimiento y cambió para siempre la industria de Hollywood. Estrenada en 1975, la cinta convirtió el miedo a bañarse en la playa en un fenómeno mundial, al tiempo que inauguraba el concepto moderno de blockbuster veraniego. Su mezcla de suspense hitchcockiano, acción trepidante y una partitura inolvidable de John Williams la convirtieron en un clásico instantáneo. Con Ángel Luque rendimos merecido homenaje a una de las bandas sonoras más icónicas del séptimo arte.

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A realização da próxima Conferência do Clima da ONU em Belém do Pará (COP30) aproximará, pela primeira vez, os líderes globais de uma realidade complexa: a de que a preservação ambiental só vai acontecer se garantir renda para as populações locais. Conforme o IBGE, mais de um terço (36%) dos 28 milhões habitantes da Amazônia Legal estão na pobreza, um índice superior à média nacional. Lúcia Müzell, enviada especial da RFI a Belém e Terra Santa (Pará) Ao longo de décadas de ocupação pela agricultura, mineração e extração de madeira, incentivadas pelo Estado, instalou-se na região o imaginário de que a prosperidade passa pelo desmatamento. O desafio hoje é inverter esta lógica: promover políticas que façam a floresta em pé ter mais valor do que derrubada.    Os especialistas em preservação alertam há décadas que uma das chaves para a proteção da floresta é o manejo sustentável dos seus recursos naturais, com a inclusão das comunidades locais nessa bioeconomia. Praticamente 50% do bioma amazônico está sob Unidades de Conservação do governo federal, que podem ser Áreas de Proteção Permanente ou com uso sustentável autorizado e regulamentado, como o das concessões florestais.  A cadeia da devastação começa pelo roubo de madeira. Depois, vem o desmatamento da área e a conversão para outros usos, como a pecuária. A ideia da concessão florestal é “ceder” territórios sob forte pressão de invasões para empresas privadas administrarem, à condição de gerarem o menor impacto possível na floresta e seus ecossistemas.   Essa solução surgiu em 2006 na tentativa de frear a disparada da devastação no Brasil, principalmente em áreas públicas federais, onde o governo havia perdido o controle das atividades ilegais. A ideia central é que a atuação de uma empresa nessas regiões, de difícil acesso, contribua para preservar o conjunto de uma grande área de floresta, e movimente a economia local. Os contratos duram 40 anos e incluem uma série de regras e obrigações socioambientais, com o aval do Ibama (Instituto Brasileiro de Meio Ambiente e dos Recursos Naturais Renováveis). A madeira então recebe um selo de sustentabilidade emitido por organismos reconhecidos internacionalmente – o principal deles é o FSC (Forest Stewardship Council).  Atualmente, 23 concessões florestais estão em operação pelo país. "Qualquer intervenção na floresta gera algum impacto. Mas com a regulamentação do manejo florestal e quando ele é bem feito em campo, você minimiza os impactos, porque a floresta tropical tem um poder de regeneração e crescimento muito grandes”, explica Leonardo Sobral, diretor da área de Florestas e Restauração do Imaflora (Instituto de Manejo e Certificação Florestal e Agrícola), parceiro do FSC no Brasil.     "O que a gente observa, principalmente através de imagens de satélite, é que em algumas regiões que são muito pressionadas e que têm muito desmatamento no entorno, a única área de floresta que restou são florestas que estão sob concessão. Na Amazônia florestal sobre pressão, que é onde está concentrada a atividade ilegal predatória, existem florestas que estão na iminência de serem desmatadas. É onde entendemos que as concessões precisam acontecer, para ela valer mais em pé do que derrubada”, complementa.  Manejo florestal em Terra Santa Na região do Pará onde a mata é mais preservada, no oeste do Estado, a madeireira Ebata é a principal beneficiada de uma concessão em vigor na Floresta Nacional de Saracá-Taquera, entre os municípios de Oriximiná, Faro e Terra Santa. Numa área de 30 mil hectares, todas as árvores de interesse comercial e protegidas foram catalogadas. Para cada espécie, um volume máximo de unidades pode ser extraído por ano – em média, 30 metros cúbicos de madeira por hectare, o que corresponde a 3 a 6 árvores em um espaço equivalente a um campo de futebol. A floresta foi dividida em 30 “pedaços” e, a cada ano, uma área diferente é explorada, enquanto as demais devem permanecer intocadas.   O plano prevê que, três décadas após uma extração, a fatia terá se regenerado naturalmente. "Para atividades extrativistas como madeira, a castanha do Brasil ou outros produtos que vem da floresta, a gente depende que ela continue sendo floresta”, afirma Leônidas Dahás, diretor de Meio Ambiente e Produtos Florestais da empresa. "Se em um ano, a minha empresa extrair errado, derrubar mais do que ela pode, eu não vou ter no ano que vem. Daqui a 30 anos, eu também não vou ter madeira, então eu dependo que a floresta continue existindo.”   Estado incapaz de fiscalizar Unidades de Conservação A atuação da empresa é fiscalizada presencialmente ou via satélite. A movimentação da madeira também é controlada – cada tora é registrada e os seus deslocamentos devem ser informados ao Serviço Florestal Brasil (SFB), que administra as concessões no país.  "Uma floresta que não tem nenhum dono, qualquer um vira dono. Só a presença de alguma atividade, qualquer ela que seja, já inibe a grande parte de quem vai chegar. Quando não tem ninguém, fica fácil acontecer qualquer coisa – qualquer coisa mesmo”, observa Dahás.  A bióloga Joice Ferreira, pesquisadora na Embrapa Amazônia Oriental, se especializou no tema do desenvolvimento sustentável da região e nos impactos do manejo florestal. Num contexto de incapacidade do Estado brasileiro de monitorar todo o território e coibir as ilegalidades na Amazônia, ela vê a alternativa das concessões florestais como “promissora” – embora também estejam sujeitas a irregularidades. Os casos de fraudes na produção de madeira certificada não são raros no país.   “Você tem unidades de conservação que são enormes, então é um desafio muito grande, porque nós não temos funcionários suficientes, ou nós não temos condições de fazer esse monitoramento como deveria ser feito”, frisa. “Geralmente, você tem, em cada unidade de conservação, cinco funcionários.”  Em contrapartida do manejo sustentável, a madeireira transfere porcentagens dos lucros da comercialização da madeira para o Instituo Chico Mendes de Conservação da Biodiversidade (ICMBio) e o SFB, que distribuem os recursos para o Estado do Pará e os municípios que abrigam as Flonas, como são chamadas as Florestas Nacionais.   Populações no interior da Amazônia sofrem de carências básicas O dinheiro obrigatoriamente deve financiar projetos de promoção do uso responsável das florestas, conservação ambiental e melhora da gestão dos recursos naturais na região. Todo o processo é longo, mas foi assim que a cidade de Terra Santa já recebeu mais de R$ 800 mil em verbas adicionais – um aporte que faz diferença no orçamento da pequena localidade de 19 mil habitantes, onde carências graves, como saneamento básico, água encanada e acesso à luz, imperam.  "Quase 7 mil pessoas que moram na zona rural não têm tem acesso à energia elétrica, que é o básico. Outro item básico, que é o saneamento, praticamente toda a população ribeirinha e que mora em terra firme não têm acesso à água potável”, detalha a secretária municipal de Meio Ambiente, Samária Letícia Carvalho Silva. "Elas consomem água do igarapé. Quando chega num período menos chuvoso, a gente tem muita dificuldade de acesso a água, mesmo estando numa área com maior bacia de água doce do mundo. Nas áreas de várzea, enche tudo, então ficam misturados os resíduos de sanitários e eles tomam aquela mesma água. É uma situação muito grave na região.”   Com os repasses da concessão florestal, a prefeitura construiu a sede da Secretaria Municipal do Meio Ambiente, distribuiu nas comunidades 50 sistemas de bombeamento de água movido a energia solar e painéis solares para o uso doméstico. A família da agente de saúde Taila Pinheiro, na localidade de Paraíso, foi uma das beneficiadas. A chegada das placas fotovoltaicas zerou um custo de mais de R$ 300 por mês que eles tinham com gerador de energia.    "Antes disso, era lamparina mesmo. Com o gerador, a gente só ligava de noite, por um período de no máximo duas horas. Era só para não jantar no escuro, porque era no combustível e nós somos humildes, né?”, conta. "A gente não conseguia ficar com a energia de dia."  A energia solar possibilitou à família ter confortos básicos da cidade: armazenar alimentos na geladeira, carregar o celular, assistir televisão. Um segundo projeto trouxe assistência técnica e material para a instalação de hortas comunitárias. A venda do excedente de hortaliças poderá ser uma nova fonte de renda para a localidade, que sobrevive da agricultura de subsistência e benefícios sociais do governo.  "A gente já trabalhava com horta, só que a gente plantava de uma maneira totalmente errada. Até misturar o adubo de maneira errada a gente fazia, por isso a gente acabava matando as nossas plantas”, observa. “A gente quer avançar, para melhorar não só a nossa alimentação, mas levar para a mesa de outras pessoas."  Acesso à água beneficia agricultura Na casa de Maria Erilda Guimarães, em Urupanã, foi o acesso mais fácil à água que foi celebrado: ela e o marido foram sorteados para receber um kit de bombeamento movido a energia solar, com o qual extraem a água do poço ou do próprio rio, com bem menos esforço braçal. No total, quase 50 quilômetros de captura de água pelo sistema foram distribuídos nas comunidades mais carentes do município.    O casal completa a renda da aposentadoria com a venda de bebidas e paçoca caseira para os visitantes no período da estação seca na Amazônia, a partir de agosto. O marido de Maria Erilda, Antônio Conte Pereira, também procura fazer serviços esporádicos – sem este complemento, os dois “passariam fome”.  "Foi um sucesso para nós, que veio mandado pelo governo, não sei bem por quem foi, pela prefeitura, não sei. Mas sei que foi muito bom”, diz Pereira. "Não serviu só para nós, serviu para muitos aqui. A gente liga para as casas, dá água para os vizinhos, que também já sofreram muito carregando água do igarapé, da beira do rio." Urupanã é uma praia de rio da região, onde o solo arenoso dificulta o plantio agrícola. No quintal de casa, os comunitários cultivam mandioca e frutas como mamão, abacaxi e caju. O bombeamento automático da água facilitou o trabalho e possibilitou ampliar o plantio de especiarias como andiroba e cumaru, valorizados pelas propriedades medicinais. "Para muitas famílias que ainda precisavam bater no poço, foi muito legal. A gente conseguiu manter as nossas plantas vivas no verão”, conta Francisco Neto de Almeida, presidente da Associação de Moradores de Urupanã, onde vivem 38 famílias.  'Fazer isso é crime?' A prefeitura reconhece: seria difícil expandir rapidamente a rede elétrica e o acesso à água sem os recursos da madeira e dos minérios da floresta – outra atividade licenciada na Flona de Saracá-Taquera é a extração de bauxita, pela Mineração Rio do Norte.    Entretanto, o vice-prefeito Lucivaldo Ribeiro Batista considera a partilha injusta: para ele, o município não se beneficia o suficiente das riquezas da “Flona”, que ocupa um quarto da superfície total de Terra Santa. Para muitos comunitários, a concessão florestal e a maior fiscalização ambiental na região estrangularam a capacidade produtiva dos pequenos agricultores.  "Existe esse conflito. Hoje, se eu pudesse dizer quais são os vilões dos moradores que estão em torno e dentro da Flona, são os órgãos de fiscalização federal, que impedem um pouco eles de produzirem”, constata ele, filiado ao Partido Renovação Democrática (PRD), de centro-direita. "E, por incrível que pareça, as comunidades que estão dentro da Flona são as que mais produzem para gente, porque é onde estão os melhores solos. Devido todos esses empecilhos que têm, a gente não consegue produzir em larga escala”, lamenta. A secretária de Meio Ambiente busca fazer um trabalho de esclarecimento da população sobre o que se pode ou não fazer nos arredores da floresta protegida. Para ela, a concessão teria o potencial de impulsionar as técnicas de manejo florestal sustentável pelas próprias comunidades dos arredores de Sacará-Taquera. Hoje, entretanto, os comunitários não participam desse ciclo virtuoso, segundo Samária Carvalho Silva.    “Eles pedem ajuda. ‘Fazer isso não é crime?'. Eles têm muito essa necessidade de apoio técnico. Dizem: 'Por que que eu não posso tirar a madeira para fazer minha casa e a madeireira pode?'", conta ela. "Falta muito uma relação entre esses órgãos e as comunidades”, avalia.    Há 11 anos, a funcionária pública Ilaíldes Bentes da Silva trabalhou no cadastramento das famílias que moravam dentro das fronteiras da Flona – que não são demarcadas por cercas, apenas por placas esparsas, em uma vasta área de 440 mil hectares. Ela lembra que centenas de famílias foram pegas de surpresa pelo aumento da fiscalização de atividades que, até então, eram comuns na região.  "Tem muita gente aqui que vive da madeira, mas a maioria dessas madeiras eram tiradas ilegalmente. Com o recadastramento, muitas famílias pararam”, recorda-se. “Para as pessoas que vivem dessa renda, foi meio difícil aceitar, porque é difícil viver de farinha, de tucumã, de castanha e outras coisas colhidas nessa região do Pará.” Kelyson Rodrigues da Silva, marido de Ilaíldes, acrescenta que “até para fazer roça tinha que pedir permissão para derrubar” a mata. “Hoje, eu entendo, mas tem gente que ainda não entende. O ribeirinho, para ele fazer uma casa, tem que derrubar árvore, e às vezes no quintal deles não tem. Então eles vão tirar de onde?”, comenta. “Quando vem a fiscalização, não tem como explicar, não tem documento.” Espalhar o manejo sustentável A ecóloga Joice Ferreira, da Embrapa, salienta que para que o fim do desmatamento deixe de ser uma promessa, não bastará apenas fiscalizar e punir os desmatadores, mas sim disseminar as práticas de uso e manejo sustentável da floresta também pelas populações mais vulneráveis – um desafio de longo prazo.  “Não adianta chegar muito recurso numa comunidade se ela não está preparada para recebê-lo. Muitas vezes, as empresas chegam como se não houvesse nada ali e já não tivesse um conhecimento, mas ele existe”, ressalta. “As chances de sucesso vão ser muito maiores se as empresas chegarem interessadas em dialogar, interagir e aumentar as capacidades do que já existe. Isso é fundamental para qualquer iniciativa de manejo sustentável ter sucesso”, pontua a pesquisadora.   Um dos requisitos dos contratos de concessão florestal é que a mão de obra seja local. A madeireira Ebata reconhece que, no começo, teve dificuldades para contratar trabalhadores só da cidade, mas aos poucos a capacitação de moradores deu resultados. A empresa afirma que 90% dos empregados são de Terra Santa.  “No início da minha carreira em serraria, eu trabalhei em madeireiras que trabalhavam de forma irregular. Me sinto realizado por hoje estar numa empresa que segue as normas, segue as leis corretamente”, afirma Pablio Oliveira da Silva, gerente de produção da filial. Segundo ele, praticamente tudo nas toras é aproveitado, e os resíduos são vendidos para duas olarias que fabricam tijolos. Cerca de 10% da madeira é comercializada no próprio município ou destinada a doações para escolas, centros comunitários ou igrejas.  Na prefeitura, a secretária Samária Silva gostaria de poder ir além: para ela, a unidade de beneficiamento de madeira deveria ser na própria cidade, e não em Belém. Da capital paraense, o produto é vendido para os clientes da Ebapa, principalmente na Europa.   “O município é carente de empreendedorismo e de fontes de renda. A gente praticamente só tem a prefeitura e a mineração”, explica. “Essas madeireiras, ao invés de ter todo esse processo produtivo aqui... ‘Mas o custo é alto. A gente mora numa área isolada, só tem acesso por rios e isso tem um custo'. Mas qual é a compensação ambiental que vai ficar para o município, da floresta? Essas pessoas estão aqui vivendo, o que vai ficar para elas?”, indaga. Foco das concessões é conter o desmatamento O engenheiro florestal Leonardo Sobral, do Imaflora, constata que, de forma geral no Brasil, as comunidades locais não se sentem suficientemente incluídas nas soluções de preservação das florestas, como as concessões. Uma das razões é a falta de conhecimento sobre o que elas são, como funcionam e, principalmente, qual é o seu maior objetivo: conter o desmatamento e as atividades predatórias nas Unidades de Conservação.  Em regiões carentes como no interior do Pará, esses grandes empreendimentos podem frustrar expectativas. “São problemas sociais do Brasil como um todo. Uma concessão florestal não vai conseguir endereçar todos os problemas”, salienta.    Esses desafios também simbolizam um dos aspectos mais delicados das negociações internacionais sobre as mudanças climáticas: o financiamento. Como diminuir a dependência econômica da floresta num contexto em que faltam verbas para atender às necessidades mais básicas das populações que vivem na Amazônia? Como desenvolver uma sociobioeconomia compatível com a floresta se as infraestruturas para apoiar a comercialização dos produtos não-madeireiros são tão deficientes?   “O recurso que chega do financiamento climático pode ser muito importante para fazer a conservação. Nós temos um exemplo bem claro, que é do Fundo Amazônia”, lembra Joice Ferreira. “Agora, nós temos ainda uma lição a aprender que é como fazer esse link com as comunidades locais, que têm o seu tempo próprio, os seus interesses próprios. Ainda não sabemos como fazer esse diálogo de forma justa.” Entre os projetos financiados pelo Fundo Amazônia, alguns destinam-se especificamente a melhorar as condições sociais das populações do bioma, como os programas da Fundação Amazônia Sustentável e o Sanear Amazônia.   Na COP30, em Belém, o Brasil vai oficializar uma proposta de financiamento internacional específico para a conservação das florestas tropicais do planeta, inspirada no Fundo Amazônia, mas incluindo um mecanismo de investimentos que gere dividendos. A ideia central do Fundo Florestas Tropicais Para Sempre (TFFF, na sigla em inglês) é prever recursos perenes para beneficiar os países que apresentem resultados na manutenção e ampliação das áreas de mata preservadas.  “Somos constantemente cobrados por depender apenas de dinheiro público para essa proteção, mas o Fundo Florestas Tropicais para Sempre representa uma virada de chave”, disse a ministra do Meio Ambiente e Mudança do Clima do Brasil, Marina Silva, em um evento em Nova York, em meados de setembro. “Não é doação, e sim uma iniciativa que opera com lógica de mercado. É uma nova forma de financiar a conservação, com responsabilidade compartilhada e visão de futuro", complementou a ministra. * Esta é a segunda reportagem de uma série do podcast Planeta Verde da RFI na Amazônia. As reportagens, parcialmente financiadas pelo Imaflora, vão ao ar todas as quintas-feiras até a COP30 em Belém, em novembro. 

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La flotilla de la Libertad sigue navegando hacia Gaza, en su cuarta semana de travesía. Los más de 40 barcos con ayuda humanitaria están ya a pocos centenares de millas náuticas de la costa de la Franja. Muy cerca de aguas internacionales del Mediterráneo Oriental. Esa es la zona de riesgo donde Israel suele interceptar los barcos. Los tripulantes están preparados después de haber sufrido tres ataques con drones. En estas horas de incertidumbre hablamos con nuestro compañero, Carlos de Barrón, en alta mar. CRÉDITOS: Realizan: Carlos de Barrón y Jimena Marcos Presenta: Ana Fuentes Diseño de sonido: Nicolás Tsabertidis y Nacho Taboada Edición: Ana Ribera Dirección: Silvia Cruz Lapeña Sintonía: Jorge Magaz

In party conference season, we look at what bonds party members and what it means to create a new network with its own shared beliefs and rituals. What light can the big thinkers from the worlds of anthropology and sociology shed? From political tribes to criminal gangs, from social media to social class - how do shared beliefs, rituals, rules and values bond us together - and pull us apart?Anne McElvoy is joined by Kit Davis, emeritus professor of anthropology at the School of Oriental and African Studies at the University of London; Lynsey Hanley writer and author of Estates and Respectable: The Experience of Class; Adele Walton, Journalist and author of Logging Off; Alistair Fraser, professor of criminology at Glasgow University; assistant editor of The Spectator and political journalist and Isabel Hardman; and, Rebecca Earle, Professor of History and Chair of the British Academy Book PrizeShortlist for the British Academy Book Prize announced on October 22nd: The Burning Earth: An Environmental History of the Last 500 Years by Sunil Amrith The Baton and The Cross: Russia's Church from Pagans to Putin by Lucy Ash The Golden Road: How Ancient India Transformed the World by William Dalrymple Africonomics: A History of Western Ignorance by Bronwen Everill Sick of It: The Global Fight for Women's Health by Sophie Harman Sound Tracks: Uncovering Our Musical Past by Graham LawsonProducer: Ruth Watts

¡DISPAREN LOS CAÑONES! ¡SAQUEEN BARCOS! ¡Lean comics! Si, lean comics, porque seguimos festejando el Día Internacional de Hablar Como Pirata con la pata de ficción que tenemos en esta celebración todos los años. Como prometimos el año pasado, re-visitamos los mismo comics que reseñamos entonces, con continuaciones o secuelas. Arrancamos con la clásica tira de periódico Terry and the Pirates (de Milton Caniff y equipo) con dos historias que realmente forman una (y todo es muy continuado en una tira diaria), Burma's Return & Underwater Piracy (1937). Seguimos con Donald Duck Finds Pirate Gold... Again! de 1962, secuela directa de la primera aventura del conocido pato junto al loro Yellow Beak, aunque esta viene de Italia, a cargo de los hermanos Abramo y Giampaolo Barosso, con Giovan Battista Carp. Terminamos con Iron Wolf: Fires of the Revolution (1992), la culminación de las aventuras de un noble rebelde espacial que empezara en 1972 Howard Chaykin, ahora en compañía de John Francis More, Mike Mignola, y otros. Con música de Alestorm, Judas Priest, Joaquín Sabina, y el horrible dúo pirata de Black MaGnUs y Eze el Oriental cantando un tema de Tom Smith. Próximo programa: Comics Argentinos - Oveja Negra (Flor de Espadas) / Las Improbables y Poco Veraces Vidas de Violeta Salvarrey.

El patrullero Furor zarpa hacia el Mediterráneo Oriental con la misión de escoltar una flotilla humanitaria a Gaza, generando debate sobre si debe "asistir" o "proteger". La vicepresidenta Yolanda Díaz celebra el envío como un éxito personal. El almirante retirado Garat considera la misión política. Donald Trump afirma que no permitirá la anexión de Cisjordania por Israel y que ambos están cerca de un acuerdo. UEFA y FIFA consideran expulsar a Israel de sus competiciones. Nicolas Sarkozy es condenado a 5 años de prisión por financiación ilegal. El Partido Popular endurece su postura migratoria, proponiendo priorizar la migración hispana y la exigencia de trabajo estable. Carlos Goñi de Revolver, en COPE, celebra el 30 aniversario de "El Dorado" con una gira. Los oyentes de COPE ("ponedores") comparten experiencias y participan en juegos. COPE recuerda a Robert Palmer.

Avaliação coloca seis países da região no nível de emergência alimentar, IPC fase 3; Programa Alimentar Mundial defende construção de resiliência para garantir que comunidades não dependam da assistência humanitária; agricultores estão entre os mais afetados. 

¡VOTO A BRÍOS, MALDITOS PERROS DE AGUA DULCE! ¡AL ABORDAJE! ¡ARRRRR! Llegó otro Día Internacional de Hablar Como Pirata, y lo celebramos con nuestro crossover anual con La Tortulia... ¡Isla Tortulia! Recibimos a Don Diego, el Almirante Corredor, y a Tallyman Sebas, el contador pirata, para que nos cuenten a Black MaGnUs y Eze el Oriental una historia de piratas. Diego nos pregunta... ¿qué te convierte en leyenda? ¿El arrojo, la adversidad, los enemigos? Para contestar esta pregunta, nos narra la historia de François Aregnaudeau, un joven capitán corsario al servicio del Imperio Francés de Napoleón, con hazañas al mando de buques como Sans-Culotte, Heureux Spéculateur, Blonde, y finalmente, el Duc de Dantzig. ¿Finalmente? Si, porque algo... pasó... ADVERTENCIA: esta historia es espeluznante. Además, villanos de Batman de poca monta, programas de television viejos, y libros multiaventura de varios tipos. Con música de The Game Brass con DiscoCactus (interpretando a Michael Z. Land), y David Bowie. Próximo programa: Comics de Piratas - Terry and the Pirates / Donald Duck Finds Pirate Gold... Again! / Ironwolf - Fires of the Revolution.

La Asociación de Mujeres de Trabajo Artesanal, integrada por indígenas de la familia Tukano Oriental del municipio de Miraflores, Guaviare, está dedicada a la recuperación de saberes ancestrales enfocados en los tejidos. Este grupo comunitario busca rescatar y mantener vivas las tradiciones artesanales que forman parte fundamental de su identidad cultural.

1.   Apunto de firmar con New Fortress hoy, si es que no lo han hecho ya. La preguntaes, ¿cómo queda Puerto Rico y quién sale ganando?2.   Pendientesa obligación más de $11,800 millones para la red eléctrica cuando LUMA no haalcanzado el 40% de los proyectos de reconstrucción3.   EEUUhunde segunda lancha venezolana en el Caribe y eleva tensión con Caracas y Maduroacusa a Puerto Rico de preparar la invasión5.   Bancréditodemanda a sus exabogados tras multa de $15 millones impuesta por FinCEN6.   Muytemprano para hablar de acuerdo en caso de hermanos de 'Georgie' NavarroEste es un programa independiente y sindicalizado. Esto significa que este programa se produce de manera independiente, pero se transmite de manera sindicalizada, o sea, por las emisoras y cadenas de radio que son más fuertes en sus respectivas regiones. También se transmite por sus plataformas digitales, aplicaciones para dispositivos móviles y redes sociales.  Estas emisoras de radio son:1.    Cadena WIAC - WYAC 930 AM Cabo Rojo- Mayagüez2.    Cadena WIAC – WISA 1390 AM Isabela3.    Cadena WIAC – WIAC 740 AM Área norte y zona metropolitana4.    WLRP 1460 AM Radio Raíces La voz del Pepino en San Sebastián5.    X61 – 610 AM en Patillas6.    X61 – 94.3 FM Patillas y todo el sureste7.    WPAB 550 AM - Ponce8.    ECO 93.1 FM – En todo Puerto Rico9.    WOQI 1020 AM – Radio Casa Pueblo desde Adjuntas 10. Mundo Latino PR.com, la emisora web de música tropical y comentario Una vez sale del aire, el programa queda grabado y está disponible en las plataformas de podcasts tales como Spotify, Soundcloud, Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts y otras plataformas https://anchor.fm/sandrarodriguezcotto También nos pueden seguir en:REDES SOCIALES:  Facebook, X (Twitter), Instagram, Threads, LinkedIn, Tumblr, TikTok BLOG:  En Blanco y Negro con Sandra http://enblancoynegromedia.blogspot.com  SUSCRIPCIÓN: Substack, plataforma de suscripción de prensa independientehttps://substack.com/@sandrarodriguezcotto OTROS MEDIOS DIGITALES: ¡Ey! Boricua, Revista Seguros. Revista Crónicas y otrosEstas son algunas de las noticias que tenemos hoy En Blanco y Negro con Sandra. 4.   Vivimos una guerra civil en P.R./EE.UU. [dondese han eliminado derechos fundamentales como la libertad de expresión, lapresunción de inocencia y la libertad del individuo]7.   Autoridad para el Financiamiento de la Viviendaexhorta a solicitar al Programa de Asistencia Directa al Comprador bajo losfondos CDBG-GR para comprar su casa8.   Oriental abre 3ra convocatoria de Fondos Semillapara emprendedores y organizaciones sin fines de lucro junto con la FundaciónComunitaria de Puerto Rico9.   Abogan por visibilizar el Alzhéimer desde elarte en una vigilia en el Museo de Arte Contemporáneo de Puerto Rico enSanturce

Max Pearson presents a collection of the week's Witness History interviews from the BBC World Service. Our guest is Lucy Durán, a Spanish ethnomusicologist, record producer and Professor at the School of Oriental and African Studies in London. We start with an African American artist who recounts exhibiting her work at Nigeria's largest ever festival of African arts and culture in 1977. Then, the testimony of a pilot stranded in airspace following the 9/11 terror attack.A 94-year-old Jewish refugee remembers how she was saved by the Philippines during World War Two.The first woman to complete the challenge of crossing straits of the world's Seven Seas, reveals how she was inspired by a traditional Bengali folk tale.Finally, from a BBC archive interview in 1974, the story of how a satirical book, that was a parody of management theory, became an instant classic in 1969.Contributors: Lucy Durán - Spanish ethnomusicologist Viola Burley Leak - artist Beverley Bass - American Airlines pilot Lotte Hershfield - former Jewish refugee in the Philippines Bula Choudhury - Indian long-distance swimmer Archive interview with Dr Laurence J Peter - Canadian academic(Photo: The official emblem of festac'77. Credit: Alamy)

Iniciativa de três anos, financiada pelo Canadá, quer eliminar uso desses engenhos por terroristas e reforçar segurança nacional; nos últimos anos, houve aumento de 12% desses dispositivos por grupos não-estatais.

Estaciones Pantitlán y Agrícola Oriental de la LA del Metro reanudan operaciones En agosto 3 bebés murieron por tosferina: Secretaría de Salud Colombia tacha de desproporcionada la presencia de militares de EU en el Caribe 

Agradece a este podcast tantas horas de entretenimiento y disfruta de episodios exclusivos como éste. ¡Apóyale en iVoox! Esta vez toca un dossier chorra. Así de sinceramente os lo decimos. Nos hemos juntado unos cuantos colegas para hablar en tono distendido y cachondo sobre películas malas, que admitimos que son malas, pero que aún así nos gustan por alguna razón. O por ninguna. Pelis malas, estúpidas, cutres, mal hechas y peor interpretadas, pero que vemos con fervor y pasión. Carlos Ruiz, Asier Huarte y el Coronel Kurtz se unen al director, Antonio Runa, para bajarse los pantalones confesando hasta dónde llega su mal gusto cinematográfico con determinados ejemplos. Después nos visitarán los justicieros enmascarados de Gozham city, nada menos que Vatman y Rovin, estrenando una sección que no sabemos muy bien hacia dónde conducirá o siquiera si sobrevivirá a su estreno. Luego nuestro compañero Raúl Martin entrevistará a Patricia Obiol en un segundo dossier dedicado al cine oriental. Si en su momento nos centramos en el Heroic Bloodshed de Hong Kong, esta vez abrimos nuestra línea de visión a un campo más amplio. Cine coreano, chino y japonés, diferentes estilos, muchos directores y un sinfín de historias tratadas con un lenguaje fílmico radicalmente opuesto al que se destila en Occidente. Ésta es la oferta que os propone La Órbita de Endor en este noveno programa de la segunda temporada. Un programa distinto que no deberías perderte bajo ningún concepto. Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals

Guest: Haim Bresheeth-Zabner is a Professor of film studies at the School of Oriental and African Studies (SOAS) in London. He is the author of An Army Like No Other: How the Israeli Defense Force Made a Nation. The post IDF: A History of Israel's Army of Occupation appeared first on KPFA.

Comenzamos recordando al corazón armónico del trío cubano más famoso de todos los tiempos. "Los carnavales de Oriente", una conga de Rafael Cueto, tal como quedaba registrada por la etiqueta independiente Kubaney, nos permite acercarnos a la banda sonora cubana y a la obra de este músico santiaguero que dejó huella, junto a Siro Rodríguez y Miguel Matamoros, en el cauce del Son cubano. Con su guitarra contribuyó a definir aquel son oriental que llegaba a La Habana de los años 20 mientras, paralelamente, también se consolidaban los baluartes del son en el occidente de la Isla. El ingenio y creatividad de Cueto, así como su peculiar concepto armónico, complementaron las creaciones del prolífico Miguel Matamoros. De nuevo la conga santiaguera y un exótico instrumento: "La corneta china", título de otra pieza de Cueto. Histórico dúo de guitarras junto a Miguel registrado por el sello Víctor. El 8 de mayo de 1925, disuelto el Trío Oriental y en ocasión de un cumpleaños de Miguel, se hizo la magia cuando Siro Rodríguez llegó a la fiesta con su tremenda voz segunda. Siro, Cueto y Miguel, un emblema vocal y sonero que, por su autenticidad, no ha perdido la esencia. "Me la llevo" un son de Rafael Cueto nos recuerda, previo el viaje a México de 1945, el debut para RCA Víctor -junto a los Matamoros- de un juvenil Beny Moré. Rafael Cueto Hechavarría. falleció el 7 de agosto de 1991 en La Habana. Había nacido el 14 de marzo de 1900 en Santiago de Cuba. Con algo de su tremendo legado musical lo recordamos hoy Entre enero de 1956 y abril de 1957 llegó a convertirse en el músico más jóven del legendario Conjunto Casino, En plena adolescencia, con apenas 17 años, tuvo a su cargo la responsabilidad de algunos de los arreglos del "Casino" interviniendo además como pianista en algunas de las sesiones de estudio para la etiqueta RCA Víctor. Un todo terreno: pianista, arreglista, compositor y productor. Posteriormente su trabajo en la jazz band "Riverside", le permitió continuar incrementando su solidez artística. Radicado en los Estados Unidos, desde comienzos de los años 60, integró la vanguardia musical cubano-americana de ese tiempo. En 2008 con la complicidad de algunos colegas, trazó un puente epocal entre aquella Habana que lo vio nacer entre clásicos y su trasiego por innumerables proyectos en los Estados Unidos. Junto a Paquito: Dafnis Prieto en drums, Pedrito Martinez en las tumbadoras con el apoyo de Ileana Santamaría, Andy González en contrabajo, Bryan Linch en trompeta y Phil Woods en el saxo alto. Paquito Echavarría falleció en Miami, Estados Unidos, el 27 de septiembre del 2012. Lo recordamos hoy con varios tracks de su álbum "Frankly". En los minutos finales el trovador santiaguero William Vivanco comparte con nosotros algunos tracks de su álbum "Trece con magia". Cubakústica, todas las semanas compartimos contigo más de cien años de música popular cubana.

In this episode, we're diving deep into the latest breakthroughs in integrative mental health and wellness with special guest Kirkland Newman, founder of the Mind Health 360. Kirkland is an Anglo-American journalist, philanthropist, and Founder of MindHealth360, a global platform dedicated to integrative mental health and functional medicine psychiatry.   Get full transcript, audio, video & downloads of this episode here: https://www.jillcarnahan.com/kirkland...    SIGN UP NOW FOR IMMH! Link: https://www.immh.org/immh-2025/?ref=1265 Discount code for $50 off registration: CARNAHAN50   Key Topics You'll Discover: ① The surprising link between mitochondria and mental health – and why morning light and movement are your brain's best friends. ② How childhood trauma impacts your body's immune response and can drive chronic illnesses like mold sensitivity and Lyme disease. ③ The real talk on functional medicine: what's working, what's not, and the simple daily habits that make a powerful difference. ④ Insights from thought leaders like Dr. Gabor Maté, Dr. Emran Meyer, and Dr. Dale Bredesen.  

Welcome to another episode of Sailing and Cruising the East Coast of the United States with your hosts Bela Musits and Mike Malekoff. In this special episode, we take you aboard a Hunter 44 Deck Salon as we continue our northbound journey along the Intracoastal Waterway (ICW), sailing from Oriental, North Carolina to Belhaven, North Carolina.⚓ Trip Overview This episode is part of a multi-part series documenting our real-time relocation of Mike's Hunter 44 DS from Brunswick, Georgia to Burlington, Vermont. On this leg of the journey, we leave the charming harbor town of Oriental, NC, often referred to as the "Sailing Capital of North Carolina," and navigate the scenic but sometimes challenging ICW en route to Belhaven, NC.

British historian John Whelpton, who holds a PhD in Nepali political history from the School of Oriental and African Studies at the University of London, first visited Nepal in the 1970s. Since then, he has been actively involved in researching Nepali history and other academic activities. Whelpton, who is also the author of books such as ‘Jang Bahadur in Europe' and ‘A History of Nepal', was recently honoured by the Nepal government with the ‘Itihas Shiromani Baburam Acharya National Award' for his significant contribution to the field of Nepalese history. Nepal correspondent Girish Subedi spoke with John Whelpton, focusing on the transformations in Nepali society from the time of Jung Bahadur's visit to Britain to the present day, and the policies adopted by the parties after the declaration of the republic. - ब्रिटेनको युनिभर्सिटी अफ लन्डन अन्तर्गतको स्कुल अफ ओरियन्टल एन्ड अफ्रिकन स्टडिजबाट नेपालको राजनीतिक इतिहासमा विद्यावारिधि गरेका ब्रिटिश इतिहासकार जन् ह्वेल्प्टन् सन् १९७० को दशकमा पहिलो पटक नेपाल पुगेका थिए। त्यस यता भने उनी नेपालको इतिहास अनुसन्धान गर्ने लगायतका शैक्षिक गतिविधिमा सक्रिय रहँदै आएका छन्। ‘जङ्गबहादुर इन युरोप' र ‘अ हिस्ट्री अफ नेपाल' जस्ता किताबका लेखक पनि रहेका ह्वेल्पटन्‌लाई नेपाल सरकारले हालसालै नेपाली इतिहासको क्षेत्रमा उल्लेखनीय योगदान पुर्‍याएको भन्दै ‘इतिहास शिरोमणि बाबुराम आचार्य पुरस्कार'द्वारा सम्मानित गरेको छ। जङ्गबहादुरको बेलायत यात्राको बेलादेखि आधुनिक नेपालको समयसम्ममा जातपातलाई लिएर नेपाली समाजमा भएका रूपान्तरणका कुरा र गणतन्त्र घोषणा पछि पार्टीहरूले लिएको नीतिहरूलाई केन्द्रविन्दुमा राखेर नेपाल संवाददाता गिरिश सुवेदीले जन् ह्वेल्पटन्‌सँग गर्नुभएको कुराकानी सुन्नुहोस्।

Shahdana is an international belly dancer from Argentina whose artistic journey began not with dance, but with music—studying piano and musical composition for nearly two decades, including performing in a tango orchestra. Her deep connection to music later found a new expression in belly dance, where Arabic rhythms became her primary focus. But it was a moment of emotional clarity—dancing to Piazzolla's tango and breaking into tears—that reminded her to honor her roots. That decision to merge tango with belly dance not only defined her unique style but opened international doors, beginning with her first overseas performance in Korea. Today, Shahdana is celebrated for her emotional depth, musicality, and distinctive fusion of tango and belly dance, teaching and performing around the world.In this episode you will learn about:- Late start is not a barrier to build a belly dance career- How setting a 7-year goal helped Shahdana stay focused through years of rejection.- The role of intuition and networking in building a dance career.- Why she emphasizes interpreting tango with authenticity rather than mimicking tango dancers.- How to develop a unique style through consistent improvisation and personal storytelling.Show Notes to this episode:Find Shahdana on Instagram, and YouTube.Details and training materials for the BDE castings are available at www.JoinBDE.comCheck Earn What You Deserve Training for belly dance teachers at www.sharqui.com/social.Follow Iana on Instagram, FB, and Youtube . Check out her online classes and intensives at the Iana Dance Club.Find information on how you can support Ukraine and Ukrainian belly dancers HERE.Podcast: www.ianadance.com/podcast

durée : 00:02:58 - La planète des sciences - par : Fabienne Chauvière - Retour sur deux études portant sur la consommation d'alcool par des animaux dans la nature. L'une porte sur des frelons capables de boire sans modération, l'autre concerne des chimpanzés adeptes des festins bien arrosés... Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

The Razzzones sind vier Beatboxer. Aus ihren Stimmen zaubern sie faszinierende Töne ! Nur mit Mund und Mikrofon erzeugen die Vier Geräusche, Songs und ganze Klangwelten. Sie singen, rappen, beatboxen und überraschen immer wieder mit einer kaum vorstellbaren stimmlichen Variationsfülle. Ihre Shows und Konzerte sind mitreißend und begeistern das Publikum. Mit ausgeklügelten Arrangements aus verschiedensten Musikrichtungen dieser Welt – Jazz, Hip Hop, R'n'B, Funk, Techno, Samba, Oriental bieten sie bei ihren Konzert Shows feinstes Entertainment. Heute Abend begrüßt Marion Brasch die The Razzzones im studioeins. Sie werden über ihre Leidenschaft fürs Beatboxen reden, wie man sich kreativ und lustvoll in diesem Genre immer weiterentwickelt und natürlich gibt es auch eine kleine Live Einlage. Wir freuen uns, dass The Razzzones heute schon mal vor ihrem Konzert bei unserem radioeins Parkfest am 6. September 2025 zu einem vorzeitigen Warm up bei uns vorbeikommen.

El temblor se encuentra entre los diez terremotos más potentes de la historia ha despertado la alerta de tsunami en varias zonas del Pacífico como Japón, Alaska o Hawái. En nuestro país, continúa activo el incendio forestal en la comarca de Las Hurdes, en Cáceres, donde 120 vecinos se han visto obligados a evacuar la zona. Todavía trabajan los efectivos de la zona para extinguir el fuego con dificultades por las fuertes rachas de viento. De la política, el Tribunal Supremo confirma el procesamiento del fiscal general por la supuesta filtración del correo electrónico del novio de Ayuso. 

"When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be." – Lao TzuWhy is it so hard to change—even when we know exactly what we need to do?Why do we keep falling into the same patterns, habits, and distractions—even when they're hurting us or the people we love?Dr. Pedram Shojai is a former Taoist monk, doctor of Oriental medicine, and Qigong master. As founder of The Urban Monk, he helps people reclaim their focus, vitality, and purpose.Pedram is a New York Times bestselling author with eight books translated into 30+ languages.Blending ancient wisdom with real-world tools, Pedram is here to help you stop chasing symptoms, heal at the root, and step into your personal power.In this episode:• Why we resist change (even when we say we want it).• The truth about anxiety, burnout, and symptom-chasing.• Daily habits that actually make a difference.• How you can start living with more clarity, energy, and purpose.

Por Pr. Luiz Sayão. | Romanos 10.14-21 | https://bbcst.net/G9332

En Colombia es “más urgente que nunca” sacar la violencia de la política. ONU Derechos Humanos exige justicia por los asesinatos  en Suweida, Siria. UNRWA denuncia nuevas restricciones en Jerusalén Oriental. Más de 11,6 millones de refugiados podrían perder ayuda.

Brazil's Zebu cattle, or “supercows” are bred for size, strength, and meat quality. Every year the animals are showcased at ExpoZebu, Brazil's premier cattle fair. These animals are preened, pampered, and prized, before being sold for millions for their genetic material. Zebu cattle were not always part of Brazil's landscape. After being imported from India in the late 19th century, farmers found their resilience to heat, pests, and poor pasture made them ideal for Brazil's expanding cattle frontier. Thanks to decades of selective breeding and low-cost pasture-based farming, Brazil is now the world's largest beef exporter, and demand is only rising. Despite its economic success and domestic popularity, Brazil's beef has a significant environmental cost due to its emissions and links to deforestation. However, their genetic material has the potential to be used around the world to make cattle more resilient to climate change. Contributors: Carolina Arantes, Photojournalist, France Dr. Oscar Broughton, Teaching Fellow and historian at the School of Oriental and African Studies (SOAS), University of London, UK Dr Cassio Brauner, Associate Professor in Beef Cattle Production Systems, Federal University of Pelotas, Brazil Dr Marcos Barozzo, Assistant Professor of Economics, DePaul University, Chicago, USPresenter: David Baker Producer: Louise Clarke Researcher: Maeve Schaffer Editor: Tara McDermott Technical Producer: Craig Boardman Production co-ordinator: Tammy Snow

Lidiane is a Brazilian belly dancer currently based in Egypt, known for her expressive style, stage presence, and deep dedication to the art of Oriental dance. She began her journey as a teenager in Brazil and eventually left behind a stable career to pursue her dream of dancing professionally in Egypt. Since arriving originally in Sharm el-Sheikh, and eventually moving to Cairo, Lidiane has performed nightly shows, reshaped her technique, and immersed herself in the cultural nuances of the Egyptian dance scene. Through discipline, emotional resilience, and a commitment to authenticity, she has built a name for herself not only as a dancer but as a performer who embodies the spirit of the stage both on and off it.In this episode you will learn about:- Why competitions never brought her medals—but did lead to her most important lesson about confidence on stage- Leaving a secure job in Brazil to pursue dance in Egypt- Reshaping her technique and musicality to survive the demands of Egyptian stages- Learning about branding and applying those skills to her belly dance career- Why gym workout is an important part of her lifestyleShow Notes to this episode:Find Lidiane on Instagram, FB, and YouTube.Take a 60-second quiz about Maqam here: www.maqamquiz.com. Created by Maya Youssef.Visit Bellydance.com today: you'll always find something fresh, whether you're looking for costumes, practice wear, veils, hip scarves, jewelry, or music.Follow Iana on Instagram, FB, and Youtube . Check out her online classes and intensives at the Iana Dance Club.Find information on how you can support Ukraine and Ukrainian belly dancers HERE.Podcast: www.ianadance.com/podcast

Estelle Zaghloul Ramia is a Lebanese-born, Costa Rica-based belly dancer, choreographer, and cultural ambassador who rose to fame after winning the first season of Hezzi Ya Nawaeem on Lebanese TV and later became the first belly dancer to perform on the national stages of Costa Rica and Nicaragua. In recognition of her artistic and community impact, she was honored in 2017 as one of Costa Rica's Women's Empowerment Icons. Her most recent project, Modern Organic Dance and Sacred Arts, is a creative and spiritual collective she co-founded, combining dance, music, videography, ritual, and energy work to create immersive, transformative experiences rooted in sisterhood and sacred expression. She shares her work through performances, teachings, and online platforms.In this episode you will learn about:- Oriental dance as a vessel for ancestral memory and feminine empowerment- What it means to dance with the elements and how fire, water, air, and earth can shape your movement practice- The role of ritual in Estelle's classes, from altars and candles to setting intentions before movement- What blocked shimmies can reveal about your deeper energetic or emotional patterns- How Egyptian mythology holds simple truths about energy, healing, and feminine powerShow Notes to this episode:Find Estelle Zaghloul on Facebook, YouTube,Instagram, and her website.Our previous interview with Estelle Zaghloul :Ep 126. Estelle Zaghloul: Why Has This Dance Entered Your Life?Books recommended by Estelle in this episode:Sacred woman, sacred dance: Awakening spirituality through movement and ritual, by Iris J. StewartGrandmother's secrets : the ancient rituals and healing power of belly dancing, by Al-Rawi, Rosina-Fawzia BThe Secret Language of Your Body: The Essential Guide to Health and Wellness, by Inna SegalVisit Bellydance.com today: you'll always find something fresh, whether you're looking for costumes, practice wear, veils, hip scarves, jewelry, or music.Follow Iana on Instagram, FB, and Youtube . Check out her online classes and intensives at the Iana Dance Club.Find information on how you can support Ukraine and Ukrainian belly dancers HERE.Podcast: www.ianadance.com/podcast

“Our Teacher” is a collection of essays written by students of Falun Dafa (also known as Falun Gong). This series is comprised of their personal experiences with the practice and their interactions with Dafa's founder, Mr. Li Hongzhi, when the practice was first taught to the public. The writings were originally published on the Minghui […]

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Watch the rest of the interview here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/patreon-anti-pt-130931485 Palestinian organizers Tara Alami and Saif Abukeshek and (fired over Palestine) German lawyer Melanie Schweizer talk about the international march to Gaza. Then Katie talks to Dalia Sarig, Haim Bresheeth Zabner and Ronnie Barkan about the first Jewish Anti-zionist Congress. https://www.juedisch-antizionistisch.at/en Tara Alami is an organizer with the Palestinian Feminist Collective. Saif Abukeshek is a Palestinian activist based in Barcelona. He has been involved in organizing Palestinian movements in Europe for the past 20 years, he tirelessly advances Palestinian rights and amplifies the cause on the global stage. He serves as the chairman of the global coalition against the occupation in Palestine and represents the IAC (Intersindical Alternativa de Catalunya). Melanie Schweizer is a German lawyer, and former servant to the Federal Ministry before she was fired over speaking out against the genocide in Gaza. She is also a member of the international collective of the global march to Gaza. Dalia Sarig is co-founder of the initiative ‘Not in our Name' founded by Jews in Vienna and candidate on the GAZA list. Haim Bresheeth Zabnner was Professor of Media and Cultural Studies at University of East London and then a Professorial Research Associate at the School of Oriental and African Studies (SOAS).He is Filmmaker, photographer, film studies scholar, and historian. His films include “A State of Danger,” a documentary on the first Palestinian Intifada. His books include "An Army Like No Other: How the Israel Defense Force Made a Nation." Haim is the son of two Holocaust survivors and was raised in Israel. He is a member of Holocaust survivors and Descendents Against the Genocide and a founding member of Jewish Network for Palestine. On November 4, Haim was arrested over a speech he gave at a pro Palestine demonstration outside the residence of Israeli ambassador Tzipi Hotovely in north London. Ronnie Barkan is an Israeli activist, a conscientious objector and co-founder of Boycott from Within – a group of conscientious Israelis who support the Palestinian call for boycott, divestment and sanctions (BDS) against Israel. He represented the Popular Struggle Coordination Committees at the European Parliament in Brussels, where he challenged EU institutional complicity in Israeli violations. ***Please support The Katie Halper Show *** For bonus content, exclusive interviews, to support independent media & to help make this program possible, please join us on Patreon - https://www.patreon.com/thekatiehalpershow Get your Katie Halper Show Merch here! https://katiehalper.myspreadshop.com/all Follow Katie on Twitter: https://x.com/kthalps Follow Katie on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/kthalps/