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Para fechar o ano daquele jeito que a gente gosta, um compilado de maluco, repleto com os melhores momentos de “Os Cearás” e de Victor Sarro com o Confuso Sobrinho. Pra fechar o ano da melhor forma possível, rindo muito! 

Mensagem ministrada pela Pra. Simone Machado na Igreja Batista Alameda.

Valeu 2025! Pra encerrar a sexta temporada com chave de ouro, decidimos fazer nosso primeiro Especial de Natal. Reunimos a família do Critérios de Programação para o nosso amigo oculto, jogar algumas brincadeiras divertidas e para premiar os melhores (e os piores) de 2025 na primeira edição do Troféu Critérios. Vem com a gente agora, que os episódios inéditos só voltam em março. Valeu por tudo e até lá!Apoie o podcast e ganhe episódios exclusivos: apoia.se/criteriosdeprogramacaoVocê encontra os links das nossas redes sociais e das plataformas de streaming onde estamos disponíveis no nosso Linktree: https://linktr.ee/criteriosdeprogramacaoCom Fábio Sousa, João Dantas e Elder PaesConvidados: Jeferson Lima, Francisco Ramis, Rafael Revadam, Márcio Adson e Rafael CarvalhoRoteiro, Pesquisa e Direção Criativa: Fábio SousaEdição e Montagem: João Dantas

Rubrikoje „Smegenų DNR“ neuromokslininkė Laura Bojarskaitė pasakoja apie tai, kaip didžiausios metų šventės veikia mūsų smegenis.Radijo dokumentikoje jūsų laukia pasakojimas apie Lietuvoje gyvenimą kuriančius ukrainiečius.Pasaulio Skarvados (keptuvės) metimo čempionatas, kebabas su mango padažu ir ežere plaukiojantys iš prekybos centro akvariumų išgelbėti karpiai – tai įdomybės, apie kurias Edvardas Kubilius pasakoja rubrikoje „Savaitgalis už Vilniaus“.Kodėl dalis istorinės atminties vietų vis dar nepaženklintos informaciniais kelio ženklais? Ekspertai aiškina, kad tai padaryti sudėtinga dėl griežtų lankytinų objektų prieinamumo ir infrastruktūros reikalavimų. M. Kalinauskaitės reportažas.Pokalbis apie Vilniaus miesto kampaniją, skatinančią atvykstančius gyventojus deklaruoti gyvenamąją vieną sostinėje. Dar kelios dienos liko, kai už šį veiksmą gausite dovanų. Kiek žmonių šį kampanija sudomino?Praėjus šventoms Kalėdoms ir artėjant Naujiems metams, socialiniai tinklai užkrauti švenčiančių žmonių nuotraukomis, tačiau daugelis po švenčių jaučiasi ne pakylėti, o pavargę ir emociškai išsekę. Kodėl - pokalbis su psichologu.Netekus darbo, ypač turint būsto ar vartojamųjų paskolų, daugelį apima nerimas – kaip išgyventi be nuolatinių pajamų ir išvengti skolų augimo? A. Gusevos reportažas.Ved. Liuda Kudinova

Já na virada muitos sinais vão se apresentar do que nos espera em 2026. Um ano em que o Real e a ilusão vão entrar em colisão. A reestruturação geral. Os conflitos econômicos e bélicos inimagináveis nos esperam em 2026.Especificamente sobre a virada temos mercúrio que é o cara da comunicação quadrado a Saturno e a Netuno no céu. Então é um momento de muita confusão na comunicação. Pra agendar a leitura do seu mapa astral mande mensagem no (11) 96690 6266 ou acesse saimagos.com

Je to jeden ze záhadných případů české vědy konce 19. století. Příběh Josefa Prokopa Pražáka (1870–1904) ukazuje na snahu vyniknout, být „někým“ – a současně možná i na zdravotní problémy. Pražák kradl knihy, lhal o svém vzdělání, vybájil si zajímavou kariéru a podle odborníků falšoval svou vědeckou práci. O této osobnosti mluví v repríze Portrétů Jiří Mlíkovský, kterého do speciální řady Portrétů s názvem Slavní hochštapleři pozvali Martina Sedláková a David Hertl.

Seja fiel enquanto você espera - Pra. Ana Paula Wiemer by Igreja Missionária Evangélica Maranata Para conhecer mais sobre a Maranata: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/imemaranata/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/imemaranataSite: https://www.igrejamaranata.com.br/Canal do youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCa1jcJx-DIDqu_gknjlWOrQDeus te abençoe

No episódio de hoje, Isabela Lapa sugere uma visita à Praça da Liberdade para observar a decoração temática do local. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

V únoru 2025 se na Černém Mostě málem stala tragédie. Pod dvěma chlapci se na rybníku probořil led. Nebýt dvou náhodných kolemjdoucích, děti by se utopily. Udělal bych to znovu, říká Jakub Černý, jehož hrdinský čin ocenil prezident. Hostem Ptám se já byl tatér a grafik Jakub Černý.Prezident Petr Pavel letos 28. října na Pražském hradě udělil medaili Za hrdinství osmi lidem. Vedle vojáků, kteří prokázali hrdinství v boji, ocenil i tři občany, kteří díky své pohotovosti a obětavosti zachránili lidské životy. Mezi oceněnými byli i Jakub Černý a jeho otec Martin Černý. Ti s nasazením vlastního života zachránili z ledové vody dva chlapce, pod kterými se propadl led na rybníce. K incidentu došlo 21. února 2025 na pražském Černém mostě. Jak Jakub Černý vzpomínal v Ptám se já, šel zrovna na metro vyzvednout svého otce, který za ním přijel z Tábora. „Kolem toho rybníku jsem šel nejdřív sám směrem na metro a už jsem viděl, že (chlapci) jsou na kraji. Ale mrzlo, nepřišlo mi to zvlášní. V momentě, kdy jsme se vraceli, jsme si nejdřív všimli toho, že tam lidi postávají kolem a všichni koukají směrem na ten rybník. Takže jsem zavtipkoval a řekl jsem: ‚Aha, tak kluci už se tam asi propadli.‘ A táta se okamžitě rozeběhnul, aby se podíval, co se děje,“ popsal Černý.Chlapci už byli celí ponoření v ledové vodě a hrozilo, že se každou chvíli utopí. Muži neváhali a okamžitě se vydali pro ně. „Bylo to poměrně složité. Led byl poměrně silný, asi ne dost silný na všech místech, takže proto si myslím, že uprostřed se ti dva chlapci propadli. Ale když se táta za nimi snažil co nejrychleji dostat, tak se snažil ten led bořit a úplně mu to nešlo. Měl potom několik týdnů ještě docela dost pořezané ruce a modřiny. Já jsem zkusil trošku jinou taktiku a zkusil jsem se po tom ledu plazit,“ uvedl Jakub Černý. Mezitím se menší z chlapců už úplně potopil pod hladinu. V tu chvíli šlo o vteřiny. Jakubovi Černému se ho ale naštěstí povedlo zachytit a s otcovou pomocí vytáhnout nahoru. „Když jsem ho potom tátovi podával, tak jsem najednou viděl, jak už má úplně modrý obličej, fialové rty. Bylo to fakt děsivé.“Oba chlapce se nakonec podařilo zachránit. „Chodím kolem toho rybníka každý den. A teď, když je dost podobné počasí, jako bylo tenkrát v únoru, tak nad tím přemýšlím hodně často, že by se mi tam nechtělo,“ reagoval se smíchem Černý na otázku, zda by něco podobného udělal znovu. Kdyby to ale bylo opravdu potřeba, ani podruhé by podle svých slov neváhal pomoct.  Jak se člověk rozhoduje o tom, zda skočí do ledové vody pro tonoucí děti? Má strach? A jaký je to pocit, když záchranu ocení prezident?--Podcast Ptám se já. Rozhovory s lidmi, kteří mají vliv, odpovědnost, informace.Sledujte na Seznam Zprávách, poslouchejte na Podcasty.cz a ve všech podcastových aplikacích.Archiv všech dílů najdete tady. Své postřehy, připomínky nebo tipy nám pište prostřednictvím sociálních sítí pod hashtagem #ptamseja nebo na e-mail: audio@sz.cz.

Poslušalka je prosila za nasvet za dobra goveja lička, druga pa to, kako narediti dobre goveje zrezke v omaki. Sestra Nikolina je odgovorila, da je dobro, da se meso pravočasno marinira: da jih začinimo s soljo, poprom, lahko malo česna in olivno olje. Naslednji dan meso opečemo na vročem olju, da dobijo barvo, da meso zakrkne meso. Ko so eni pečeni, jih odlagamo na krožnik in opečemo druge. Na preostanku maščobe damo fino sesekljano čebulo in še fino sesekljano papriko. Pražimo eno minuto, nato pa zalijemo z vrelo vodo ali kakšno zajemalko vrele juhe ali krompirjeve vode. Nato v posodo vložimo meso, da se kosi naslanjajo drug na drugega. V omako damo še žlico ali dve kisle smetane, malo gorčice, žlico do dve paradižnikove mezge. Lahko dodamo še malo gobove juhe iz vrečke in zgostimo z žlico pirine ali polnozrnate pirine moke. Počakamo, da se škrob pokuha.

Pasitinkant Kalėdas ūkininkų nuotaikos niūrios. Lietuvos žemės ūkio tarybos pirmininkas Jonas Vilionis teigia, kad ūkininkai ruošiasi naujiems streikams.Praėjusį savaitgalį Lietuvos etnografiniame miestelyje atgijo tarpukario Lietuva – adventinis turgelis kvietė ne tik pasigrožėti, bet ir pasiruošti šventėms. Prekystaliai lūžo nuo silkės, meduolių, rūkytos žuvies ir lašinių – visko, kas būtina Kūčių ir Kalėdų stalui. Senoviniai kostiumai, muzika ir jauki atmosfera priminė, kad tradicijos gyvos ir šiandien.Iš svetur atkeliavęs aguonos grūdas prisijaukino lietuvius, tapo svarbiausių metų švenčių apeiginiu augalu, turinčiu gilią simbolinę prasmę.Ved. Kristina Toleikienė

Pra fechar dezembro daquele jeitinho: hoje, leio casos abertos no episódio e dou meus Conselhos Ruins. Venha ouvir o spin-off do meu podcast fechado para apoiadores! -

Vem acompanhar com a gente o último episódio do Podcast do Vogalizando de 2025, onde os caras do Vogalizando a História comentam as notícias da semana, te atualizam sobre as novidades do canal e desmentem as fake news do momento!Pra participar dos próximos episódios é só enviar um email pra podcastdovogalizando@gmail.comBoas festas a todos e um feliz ano novo!

In this episode—the 100th Lozano Smith Podcast episode—host Sloan Simmons joins Partners Alyse Pacheco Nichols and Crystal Pizano to discuss strategic planning and best practices for responding to requests under the California Public Records Act. Alyse and Crystal's respective expertise in Governance and Municipal practice areas lends a practical discussion useful for local educational agencies and municipalities faced with the ever-increasing number and complexity of public record requests. Show Notes & References 2:02 – Sequence of events when Local Educational Agencies (LEAs) receive requests for information 5:12 – Unclear requests and seeking clarification 6:39 – The value of understanding who a requester is and the motivations behind any requests 10:21 – Contextual clues to help LEAs know what types of records to identify for disclosure 12:28 – Requests that may relate to anticipated litigation or politically sensitive subjects 15:48 – Large-scale email PRA requests and how to go about gathering documents 19:04 – Best practices for large requests 22:48 – Partnering with legal counsel For more information on the topics discussed in this podcast, please visit our website at: www.lozanosmith.com/podcast

With the PRA's PS20/24 rules requiring UK insurers to complete their first Solvent Exit Analysis by June 2026, this episode breaks down what solvent exit planning means in practice. Guest host and PwC Director Pete Thomas speaks with Directors Sarah Watson and James Cameron, and PwC's Global Insurance Regulatory Leader Carlos Montalvo to explore: how the new regime fits within the UK's evolving recovery and resolution framework; the international context; and lessons from real cases of insurer stress and failure. Our expert guests discuss how firms can leverage existing ORSA, wind-down and resilience work; and how to overcome practical challenges around triggers, data, and operational readiness. We also unpack how effective solvent exit planning can unlock capital, sharpen decision-making under stress, and strengthen overall resilience. Please contact peter.m.thomas@pwc.com if you'd like to discuss any of the issues covered. To hear more from us on financial services risk & regulation, you can access all our regular publications at this site: https://www.pwc.co.uk/industries/financial-services/understanding-regulatory-developments.html. 

Steve is joined by former Congressman J.D. Hayworth (R-AZ), a former member of the House Ways and Means Committee and spokesperson for the Pharmaceutical Reform Alliance, to spotlight the real cost of prescription drugs in America. He talks about PRA's interactive installation on the National Mall in Washington, D.C., where Americans are seeing firsthand how U.S. patients often pay more than three times as much for the same medications compared to other wealthy countries. Hayworth explains why transparency, competition, and common-sense reform matter, and how PRA is collecting personal stories from everyday Americans impacted by skyrocketing drug prices, putting pressure on a system that's clearly not working for patients.

La pianista canadiense Renee Rosnes ha publicado en este 2025 'Crossing paths', un disco con obras de los brasileños Edu Lobo ('Pra dizer adeus', 'Casaforte' -cantadas por el propio Edu-), Caetano Veloso ('Trilhos urbanos'), Joyce Moreno ('Essa mulher' -cantada por ella-) o Jobim ('Canta, canta mais', 'Caminhos cruzados' -cantadas por Maúcha Adnet- o Egberto Gismonti ('Frevo'). Del súper grupo de mujeres que lidera Rosnes, Artemis, 'The smile of the snake' y '5.30' en su disco 'Arboresque'. Y del disco del bajista John Patitucci con Chris Potter y Brian Blade 'Spirit fall', también editado este año, 'Sonrisa' y 'Silent prayer'. Escuchar audio

Pra onde viajar em 2026? Neste episódio especial, Rafael Carvalho e Adolfo Nomelini recebem mais de uma dezena de especialistas, entre apresentadores e influenciadores de viagem. Eles dão dicas de destinos no Brasil e no mundo que acham que são tendência e valem a pena conhecer em 2026. E você? Já tem planos? Conta pra gente nos comentários!Perfis dos convidados:@pedroandradetv@viagenscine@vemcomkevin@viajaresimples@blognosnochile@youmustgoblog@tarcilaferro@viajandocomamor@lalarebelo@carolbarcellos@oquesaberantesdeirTrilha: Corporate by Serge Quadrado via Free Music Archive (CC BY-NC 4.0)

Netušil, že betlémy jednou začne sbírat. „Na chalupě mé ženy jsem objevil nádherný betlém. Řemeslníci, kteří nám objekt tehdy opravovali, mi nabídli další pro mé syny. Pak přišli s dalším. A pak se ptali: Když je dáte synům, co zbyde vám? Tak to všechno začalo,“ vzpomíná Martin Šmakal. „A pak jsem potkal restaurátora a starožitníka a dál už se neptejte,“ směje se v Blízkých setkáních Terezy Kostkové sběratel a onkolog, který letos představí část své sbírky na Pražském hradě.Všechny díly podcastu Blízká setkání můžete pohodlně poslouchat v mobilní aplikaci mujRozhlas pro Android a iOS nebo na webu mujRozhlas.cz.

En esta edición de Chequia en 30': Una entrevista imperdible con el escritor Dan Hrub sobre su último libro de la serie Pražské příběhy | Andrej Babiš, nombrado primer ministro.

Prezident Petr Pavel na Pražském hradě jmenoval nový 16členný kabinet Andreje Babiše. „Uvítal bych, kdyby nastupující vláda byla vnímána jako konstruktivní hráč,“ řekl mimo jiné v projevu prezident, podle kterého byl měl nový kabinet společnost spojovat, ne rozdělovat. Jaké má na ministerstvu školství plány Robert Plaga? Jaké priority si stanoval nastupující ministr zdravotnictví Adam Vojtěch? A bude se vláda zabývat emisními povolenkami? Poslechněte si speciální vysílání.

Miracle On Route 34: Part 3 Being naughty can be a very good thing, if he needs help getting jolly. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. "Just when I thought it couldn't get better;" Ginny sighed, lost in bliss. "You certainly know what a woman wants." "I aim to please." Santa said cheerfully, putting one arm around her waist and holding her close while he guided the sleigh. "Think we might've sated you for a while?" "Hmm, maybe for a bit, right?" she purred, stretching like a cat before sitting forward and looking down over the earth, lit by clusters of lights that punctuated the darkness of Christmas Eve. It wasn't long before she began to giggle. "Schilling for your thoughts." Santa said, giving her tit a squeeze. "Well, you probably don't remember, but we've met before," she mentioned lightly, turning her head to wink at him. "I sure remember it." "Oh? Do tell." "Well," she said casually, her thoughts drifting back. "I was sixteen and my girlfriends and I were at the mall. We saw you and decided to sit on your lap. So Cari and I were sitting on you at the same time, squirming our asses on you and kept whispering naughty things in your ears, things we wanted to do to you, you know?" Santa didn't respond for several moments. "See?" Ginny said, smirking. "Told you that you didn't remember." "What; was the date of that, Virginia?" he asked warily. "December fifteenth, eight years ago, about seven-thirty pm," she said. "I still have a photo. Why?" "Because I wasn't in your city on December fifteenth eight years ago," he said with reluctance. "I was in Lahina on Maui, judging a naked limbo contest at a luau." She was silent for some time. "You're; you're sure?" Santa nodded. "Oh, God;" Ginny whispered, her eyes distant. "That means that Cari and I were grinding on some creepy mall Santa; oh, shit, I could feel him getting hard and everything!" Ginny scrunched her face up in revulsion and was flapping her arms in horror. "Oh, God. Blah! Blah! Blah!" Santa's roaring laughter echoed through the darkness as his date for the evening struggled to not puke off the side of the sleigh and onto the unsuspecting town below. Silent Runnings. She always kind of assumed that the sleigh made little or no noise when it touched down on a roof. After all, what kept some survivalist gun nut from trying to blow Santa away with his collection of automatic rifles when he heard some noise he couldn't account for? The sleigh glided silently onto the roof, the blades letting out little more than a hiss and the patter of the reindeer's hooves barely audible. Santa leapt out lightly and assisted her in exiting the sleigh before grinning at her. "Now, I won't be long, just hang tight and stay near the sleigh, if you're within the Gellar Field, you'll keep warm, alright?" Ginny raised an eyebrow in his direction, nonplussed. "Um, 'excuse me? I'm here with Santa Fucking Claus on Christmas Motherfucking Eve. How many times can a girl say that? If you think for one second I'm not delivering presents with you, then you're even more stupid that Krampus. I'm coming." Santa seemed hesitant. "Virginia, I've been at this since Proto-Hittite times, one way or another. I'm kind of an expert and I don't want you to hurt;" "Oh, get real," she snorted, pushing past him toward the chimney. She was glad to note that the 'Gellar Field', whatever the hell that was, seemed to be keeping her warm at this distance. "If your fat ass can fit down a chimney with that huge bag, so can mine." She clambered over the lip of the chimney and eased herself down inside it. Santa watched silently as she wriggled out of sight. There was no noise for several seconds. Finally Ginny spoke, her voice coming up the flue. "Okay, kinda stuck here, with my nose pressed into my own asshole. Little help?" Santa chuckled lightly and reached for a can of grease. Piloting a Ginny. "You're getting better at this, I must say," Santa remarked as he rummaged through his bag of presents while Ginny guided the sleigh. "Last person who drove the sleigh for me, the reindeer resisted a lot. They like you." "Oh?" Ginny replied, twisting the reins slightly and veering the sleigh team southwest. "Who was she?" Santa cleared his throat. "Actually, it was Krampus. Well, he was Pete back then, and it was over six hundred years ago." It took Ginny a moment to recover from her shock and concentrate on guiding the sleigh. Fortunately, the reindeer seemed to know where they were going. "Six hundred;" "Yup," Santa confirmed. "The Belgian monks were still getting the recipe for Stella Artois right the last time one of my kids helped me out." "But what about all your wives you were telling me about?" she asked. "They must've been in the sleigh before." Santa shrugged. "Yeah, people have been in it, I've taken them places, but you and Pete are the only two who have ever helped me on Christmas Eve." She felt herself grow warm, and for once it wasn't because she was wet and horny. "I'm really helping you?" He nodded. "It may be that I'm late because of the donnybrook back at your place, Virginia, but that wasn't your fault, it's just what was meant to be. I was meant to be put behind and now you're meant to be driving this sleigh while I get organized. No matter how many me's there are out there, it won't make a difference unless you're here tonight. It's fated to be that way." Ginny didn't know what to say. She just calmly guided the sleigh, feeling a contentment she'd never quite known before. She was dimly aware of some other shadowy iteration of Santa's sleigh streaking by some miles to the north and waved absently. She couldn't explain why any of this made sense, but it did. She really was different after all. A house below them shone with a golden light in the dark and she turned the reigns easily to guide the reindeer in its direction. There were over a dense residential area, the streets lined with endless numbers of small homes and semis. They glided onto a roof and clambered out. She followed Santa and his present sack down the chimney. In spite of his bulk, he slid down the tight shaft in a way that made her cunt inexplicably wet. "Now that I think of it," she whispered as she wriggled down with him. "How do we get into houses where there's no chimney?" "It was a lot easier before central heating," he answered, almost upside down as he worked his way toward the ground. "For lack of a better term, it's just B & E, I guess. I've got the keys and security codes for every residence on earth." "Wow," she grunted as she twisted and wiggled, her tits squashed to her mouth. If they'd had more time she would have sucked on them for a bit as a reward to herself. "Even Kim Jong-Un?" "Yeah, but he's not getting anything you want to know about for Christmas," Santa muttered. "He's a very bad boy." "So, what, like a leaky bag of flaming panda shit?" she mused, occupying herself as she strained to keep up. "Because that's what he kinda deserves." "Christmas is the one night of the year we don't discuss politics, Virginia." Santa mentioned as he finally freed himself of the confines of the flue and dusted himself off. He helped Ginny out as well, smiling and kissing her nose as she held her off the ground. She blushed and let him put her down, moving to a corner of the living room and watching intently. The house they were in was not big, a modest home for a small family. Santa was rummaging around in his bag, absently noshing on the cookies left on a table near the tree. The tree itself was rather sparse on gifts, something Santa seemed to be rectifying. Ginny didn't notice the other person in the room until it was too late. "So there you are, big man;" Ginny started at the voice but Santa merely stood and turned around, smiling warmly. At the entrance to the room was a woman in a robe. She was older than Ginny, but not more than in her late twenties or early thirties. She had the look of a tired mom. "Been waiting a long, long time to prove to myself that you were real and the presents I couldn't account for just came out thin air," she sighed, nodding. She had sandy-brown hair, done in a long bob. Her face was pretty enough, but you could see in her eyes that sleep was more of an afterthought than anything. "But here you are." "It's good to see you, Linda." Santa said warmly, moving toward her and hugging her. She sighed as he embraced her and Ginny smiled, knowing exactly how content and relieved Linda felt at the moment, whoever the hell she was. "Whoa, did I just get jealous of some girl hugging Santa?" "I can't believe you're here in all your chubby glory," Linda remarked, smiling up at him. "It's a dream come true." Santa nodded. "Little Karen's been very good this year, Linda. She's a real blessing. I brought her the puppy she wanted." Ginny frowned and looked down at a small object that was obviously a puppy, wrapped prettily in Christmas paper and sporting a golden bow on its snout. The puppy panted happily, curled up and went to sleep beneath the tree. "She'll love it," Linda said quietly, her eyes shining. "She'll be so thrilled." "I know she will." Santa said, smiling and placing a hand on Linda's cheek. "Sorry things didn't work out with Bob. He doesn't know what he's missing." "Thanks, I keep telling myself that too," Linda said, dabbing at her eye. "Have you got an STD for his stocking, maybe?" "No," Santa chuckled. "But you need to know that everything's going to be fine, Linda. You've made it this far, you're raising an amazing girl and you own this place now. If I could give you Mother of the Year, I would. But I can't, not my department, so that leaves me to ask; what do you want for Christmas, Linda?" Linda looked into his eyes before her hands reached down and began fumbling with his wide, black belt. Ginny shook her head and sighed, knowing exactly why Linda's reaction was so instinctual. The mother turned her head and seemed to notice the girl in the abbreviated elf costume for the first time. "Oh," she said, her hands still undoing the belt. "Is she your chaperone, to make sure we behave?" "No, she's not my chaperone," Santa said, smiling and shaking his head. "She's my indispensable helper, without whom Christmas wouldn't come this year." Ginny blushed at his description of her. "Oh, okay," Linda said, kneeling and shimmying his red pants down and freeing his monstrous cock. "As long as she doesn't interrupt me enjoying my present." Ginny blushed again, but this time the hair on the back of her neck went up and her eyes narrowed. She folded her arms across her chest, leaned against the wall and watched silently. Very silently. "Wow," Linda mused, taking his cock in both hands and staring at it. "Just when I thought nothing could get longer than that white beard of yours." Ginny blinked and frowned for a moment. White beard? It suddenly occurred to her that Linda was seeing the Santa she had always expected to see, a fat, jolly old man with a long white beard, rosy cheeks and the rest of the Dickensian nonsense. To Ginny, he still looked like the towering, red-bearded lumbersexual she knew him to actually be. Whatever sort of glamour he radiated, it worked even in sexual situations. Without a pause, Linda took Santa's thick cock into her mouth with a sigh and began bobbing back and forth along its length. Her wet lips formed a tight seal around the shaft, her hands holding on to Santa's thighs for balance. "She's doing that all wrong," Ginny sniffed to herself. "He likes it when one hand is pumping along the shaft behind your mouth and the other one is teasing his balls. I should know." Santa turned his head, smiled at her and nodded. Ginny blushed and shut up. He took Linda's head gently in his hands, caressing her hair while she sucked his cock, letting her take all the time she liked. She undid her robe with one hand, letting it fall to a puddle at her knees, now naked. She had a mom bod, Ginny noted, not bad, she was trying to keep herself fit, probably with Tae Bo and jogging or spinning, if she could find the time. Her tits were somewhat pointy, but she wasn't repulsive by any means. Ginny felt herself getting warm as she watched, one of her hands coming up to caress her tits while the other snaked down inside the short green skirt she was wearing and beneath her thong, teasing her understandably gooey cunt. She watched intently as Linda pushed farther and farther down Santa's seemingly endless shaft, breathing through her nose as she tried to reach the root. The hand she kept on his thigh for balance squeeze his pale flesh while the other was massaging her tits, pinching the nipples. She moaned around his cock as he grew harder in her mouth. Ginny leaned her head against the wall, trying to not make noise as she pleasured herself, fingers teasing through her slippery folds or circling her throbbing clit. The hand she had on her tits mimicked Linda's squeezing and pinching her nipples, causing little needles of stinging delight to shoot through her. Linda's hand moved down between her legs and her fingers began churning inside her cunt. She moaned loudly as she pleasured herself. Normally Ginny would have thought she'd wake her kid, but Santa probably had some weird sound-dampening field just to keep things like this from happening. Typical. Ginny bit her lip as she watched, her skin blushing pink as she worked herself into a silent frenzy, her wet core beginning to blossom as Linda sucked and bobbed on Santa's cock faster and faster; Both women let out a loud moan as they came, pleasure bubbling up through Ginny's body while her fingers worked madly inside her clenching, slippery tunnel. Her knees buckled and she went to the floor, still fucking herself. Linda grunted and began swallowing as Santa came, finally pulling her mouth off and panting heavily, jerking his throbbing cock frantically and splattering his pearly cum across her tits with great eagerness. Ginny slowly lifted her head, gazing at Santa and Linda through heavily-lidded eyes. She'd cum so hard just from fingering herself. Was it her proximity to Santa that caused all her sensations to be so heightened? Santa knelt as well, hugging Linda to himself and whispering in her ear. She slowly pulled her arms up and embraced him, smiling against his shoulder and nodding gently, her eyes still closed. After holding her for some time, her took her by the chin and lifted her gaze to meet his. "Okay, back to bed with you," he said gently. "You'll sleep very well tonight and Karen will come to wake you." Linda smiled dreamily and rubbed her nose against Santa's before giving it a kiss. She stood, slipped her robe back on, winked at him and left without another word. Santa watched her leave and nodded in satisfaction. "Just what she needed," he said to himself. "Okay, Virginia, I'm going to finish these last few presents and then we're; Virginia?" But Ginny was still kneeling, slumped to one side against the wall and snoring. Santa chuckled and finished the presents before picking her up and holding her limp body under one arm and his giant sack over the other shoulder before disappearing up the flue in the blink of an eye. Carnal Knowledge. "Taip! Taip! Mano Dievas!" Kuni moaned loudly as she sat on her sister's face, grinding her cunt eagerly down onto Minna's mouth. Her blonde twin clamped her arms around her sister's thighs tightly as she lapped hungrily at the slick lips above. Santa was kneeling between Minna's legs, holding them wide and thrusting back and forth, his cock plunging in and out of her. Ginny was leaning against the wall once again, trying to not look exasperated. The Lithuanian girls were writhing and grinding in a frenzy, clearly enjoying their early Christmas present. It wasn't like they'd crept down and surprised Ginny and Santa, as Linda had, they had actually written to Santa, saying that their parents were away for the holiday and they wanted him to come and fuck them for Christmas. They'd been waiting patiently in the living room when Santa and Ginny appeared out of the chimney, the twins wearing nothing but their little cheerleader uniforms. Minna groaned shamelessly while she lashed her Kuni's twat with her tongue, shuddering as Santa's iron-hard rod nearly split her in half. Ginny had to admit, the blonde twins had rocking bodies, trim and tight from whatever activities they were involved in. She'd have to get into P90-X or Crossfit if she was ever going to compete with these two. "Senelis!" Minna gasped, sliding a finger up inside her sister, which Kuni ground on shamelessly. She gyrated her hips, fucking back against Santa, her fingernails digging into her sister's ass cheeks as she endured the battering waves of pleasure. "Ah, Duok man sunku!" "Pasakykite pra¨ome;" Santa replied, smiling slyly. "Pra¨om!" Minna wailed, her body almost thrashing. "Pra¨om pra¨om pra¨om! Nekankink manęs!" Santa nodded and leaned forward, pressing Minna's legs almost back against her body, his weight over her now as he sank his cock down inside her. The blonde girl almost screamed in pleasure. Kuni grappled onto Santa's neck and kissed him greedily, churning her cunt down onto Minna's glistening face. "Unreal," Ginny muttered. "And I thought I was a relentless horny machine. But you, sir, take the cake." "I would expect you of all people to understand by now," Santa said cheerfully. "Minna and Kuni have been very good this year. They're both at the top of their class, they've been socially active regarding building homeless shelters, they're both” "Over the age of eighteen?" Ginny bit out. "It's Lithuania, that wouldn't matter," Santa pointed out. "They've been very good girls and I'm duty-bound to give them what they want for Christmas." "So no point deductions for incest?" Ginny asked somewhat testily. "There weren't for you and your brother, were there?" he replied while Kuni nipped at his skin. Ginny blushed again and stopped talking. She watched while Kuni pulled herself off her sister's mouth and hastily clambered around to lie on top of her, kissing her sister while squirming her wet cunt down on Minna's. She groaned loudly when Santa pulled out of the girl below and pushed deep inside her. "Dear diary," Ginny muttered. "Having a great time in Vilnius, watching Santa skewer Lithuanian sisters;" Santa grunted and pushed in hard, his hips trembling as he started to cum. Kuni and Minna screamed into one another's mouths, hips bucking furiously. He pulled out of Kuni and slammed back into Minna, filling her with cum as well before both sisters scrambled to their knees while he stood. They swallowed his cock greedily, taking turns pumping the shaft while the other sucked on it. They kissed around the throbbing cock, licking the pearly cum off one another's faces. "Esate labai geros mergaitės," Santa breathed, holding them both gently by the back of their heads while they sucked hungrily. "Keep up the good work and Santa will see you again next year;" "If we're not still here with these two whores next Christmas;" Ginny thought darkly. Santa’s copilot. Ginny was guiding the sleigh, but she kept looking back at Santa, trying not to smirk. He was sitting beside her, a rather blank stare on his face, his eyes a little red around the edges. "I'm still sorta hungry;" he said somewhat absently. "So you actually thought 'Colorado Gold' was a brand of flour used to make baked goods?" "Note to self," he murmured. "Do not eat the brownies left out for you in Denver;" Basement Bound. Ginny followed Santa as they crept down the stairs toward the basement apartment, a prismatic glow on the wall ahead of them indicating a tree was nearby. They rounded a corner and paused. A young man dressed in X-Men boxers and a white t-shirt almost walked into them as he rubbed his eyes. He stared at them for a moment, saying absolutely nothing. After a long, awkward pause, Santa reached back into his sack and pulled out a wrapped gift which he slowly handed to the kid. The kid took it equally slowly and unwrapped it, his eyes widening as several deluxe editions of the newest PC games were revealed. The kid smiled sheepishly and sighed. "Thanks, now that I know you're real." "You don't seem happy, Kevin," Santa said, obviously concerned. "You've been great all year and these are what you wanted, right?" "I; yeah, they are," sighed the kid. "At least, that's what I told everyone I wanted. My friends and I, we're all gamers, and this is amazing, but;" "But;" Santa pressed. "Well, Christmas is also my birthday," Kevin said. "Here I am, eighteen finally, and I still haven't had sex with a girl yet." Santa smiled. "Well, I normally deal exclusively in Christmas wishes rather than birthdays, but perhaps this year I can help you out there, Kevin." Kevin raised an eyebrow. "Virginia," Santa stated, looking at her. "I give you Kevin the Boy. Return unto me Kevin the Man." Ginny couldn't believe what she said next. "Thought you'd never ask, Big Red;" She walked forward and took the games out of Kevin's hands, tossing them over her shoulder. Santa grabbed them hastily out of the air as Ginny poked a finger into Kevin's chest and pressed him up against the wall. His eyes were wide, not at all sure what was happening. "Santa's already given you your Christmas presents," Ginny said as she knelt in front of him and tugged at his boxers. "Which means it's up to me to give you a happy birthday;" She pulled the boxers down and tossed them aside. His cock was limp but she could already tell it was swelling with excitement. Rather than teasing the poor virgin, Ginny stroked his shaft and slid her mouth all the way down, deep-throating him. Kevin shuddered and groaned loudly. "Make all the noise you want, you won't wake your parents upstairs," Ginny mentioned, pulling her mouth off his cock for a moment and pumping the shaft with her hand while she looked up at him. "The big man here has some sort of sound-dampening field or some shit so that he doesn't get caught busting into people's houses." Kevin's hands flattened against the wall and his fingers flexed as she slid her mouth down his length again before bobbing back and forth in a slow rhythm. She felt his fingers take her by the hair and begin kneading, lost in this clearly new delight. She hummed gently, vibrating her mouth around his sensitive skin. "Well, look at you," she remarked, smiling as she pulled back and gazed at his now hard and throbbing cock, glistening with the wetness of her mouth. "That's a nice dick you've got there, Kevin. You're a grower, I'm impressed." Kevin took a deep breath. "Maybe, but it doesn't look like much when it's limp. The one time I let a girl at school see it, I was nervous and it shrunk, so she was laughing at me." "Then I'll give you a tip before I fuck you, Kevin," Ginny said, stroking the shaft and spitting on it, to keep it moist while she instructed him. "Girls can be hideous cunts about that sort of thing sometimes, but they have their own insecurities. So never bring your insecurity to the ballgame. You need to be turned on and your Johnson here on the rise by the time you get naked for her." "Uh-huh?" he said somewhat uncertainly, shivering as she bent her thumb so that the pad pressed against the top of his mushroom head every time she stroked down. He couldn't believe this was happening. Some hot Elf-chick who looked like a Warcraft mod was blowing him! "So from now on, you dominate, you got it?" Ginny said. "Make her get naked or make her turn you on so that she can see how big your cock is before you ever get out of your boxers. No girl is gonna say no to this thing when it's fully inflated, I promise." "R-really?" Kevin asked. Ginny kept her eyes locked with his but reached down under her panties for several moment before bringing her fingers up for display. They glistened wetly in the dim light. "It's made me horny, champ. And because of that cock, I need to fuck you. You with me?" Kevin just thunked his head back against the wall, closed his eyes and nodded. "Oh, and don't worry about trying to last," Ginny added. "Being around the Red Machine makes you want to fuck and cum all night. You'll be fine." She swallowed his cock with a will, determined to give this kid the best first time anyone had ever had. Her hand followed her mouth along the shaft and she hummed, swirling her tongue along its length. The kid wasn't Santa, but this would be a perfectly good ride for any girl worth fucking once he had his confidence. Her free hand worked its way back inside her panties and began fingering, teasing her wet folds and slipping inside, getting her ready for the main event. "Umm, do you want to fuck me, Kevin?" she asked, smiling up at him. "Do you want to fuck my cunt good and hard?" "Uh; yes;" he whimpered. "Say it like you mean it, Thor," she insisted, pressing her thumb along the throbbing vein on the bottom of his thick shaft. "The girl wants confidence. This cock is worth your best effort." He took several deep breaths before looking down at her and nodding. "I want to fuck you." "You do?" she asked before sliding him back down her throat. "No," he said finally, taking her under the arms and pulling her up. Ginny exhaled suddenly as his cock popped out of her mouth unexpectedly and he spun her around to press up against the wall. "I don't want to fuck you; I will fuck you." "That's my boy," Ginny breathed, her eyes flashing with sudden lust and delight. She spread her legs and tilted her hips forward, eager to feel him inside her. "Fuck me good and hard, Kevin!" "K-zon," the boy almost growled, pressing his throbbing cockhead against her entrance. "My gaming tag is K-zon and that's what the girls will call me when I fuck them!" Ginny nodded eagerly. "Good. Give it to me, K-zon;" She moaned loudly as he pushed inside her, heedless of any sense of timing or technique, but eager to be deep in a woman. He squeezed her sides as he trembled, overcome by the wet, tight sensation of her cunt gripping him. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and one leg slung over his hip as she looked into his eyes. Ginny began a pumping motion with her hips, sliding back and forth on his cock while K-zon was paralyzed by the flood of pleasure. "Alright, slugger," she whispered in a husky voice as she fucked herself on him. "Let's bust this first nut of yours quick, so you know what to expect. Don't hold back, just pound my cunt until you blow, got it?" He nodded as he buried his face in her shoulder and started pumping awkwardly with his hips, his whole body trembling. Ginny felt an unreal flush of heat coursing through her already, an intense orgasm building up inside. Holy shit, was she turned on and about to get off because she was mentoring a virgin? She pulled Kevin tight against herself and shivered, letting out a gasp while he moaned and jammed his hips up tight against hers, she could feel his cock twitching inside her as he spunked, Her own orgasm flooded over her, molten bubbles of ecstasy popping by the millions throughout her sweating, slick frame. He almost buckled at the knees, collapsing against her, panting like he'd run a marathon. Ginny smiled and caressed his hair, feeling his still-hard cock throbbing inside her. She ran her fingers over his cheek and looked into his eyes. "Ready to keep going?" she asked. "Second one's usually even better." He nodded and she pulled him down to his knees while she got on all fours, wiggling her invitingly. She winked back at him. "You know what to do, K-zon," she purred. "Show me what you're gonna do to the girls this coming year;" Without another thought, he took Ginny by the hips and slid his cock deep inside her again. Ginny moaned loudly, lowering her head to the floor and pushed back against him. She felt him begin to push back and forth and matched his rhythm by squeezing her cunt muscles around him as he slid in. His fingers dug into her hips and ass cheeks delightfully. She could tell he might last a little longer this time, but not by much. Then again, she wasn't here to teach him to be a sex god, she was here to pop his cherry and give him a birthday to remember. "Umm, right there, big man;" she panted, surprised that she meant what she was saying. She wasn't just stroking his fragile ego, she was quite serious, because he was hitting a spot in her cunt that she really liked. He had a long enough cock that it touched her pleasure spot and he was just wide enough to pleasantly stretch her so that she knew she was being fucked properly. With confidence, this kid would be a good lay. Kevin slapped his thighs against her ass cheeks and she squeaked and yelped in response. Her gooey cunt clenched him tightly, utilizing those vaginal contractions she seemed to be so damned expert at tonight. "Fuck;" Kevin grunted as he pumped his hips, his chest now glistening with sweat. "This is so much better than my hand or a fleshlight!" "Uh, and you feel a lot fucking better than a vibe," Ginny panted, still face-down and ass-up. "You're gonna make them scream, K-zon;" He seemed encouraged by her words and pumped harder, determined to make Ginny and himself cum again. He seemed to have found his rhythm and fucked her steadily, his eyes closed as he lost himself in the unreal sensation of sex with a live girl. Ginny bit at the knuckle of her middle finger, aware of how flushed and warm her body was. She could feel her wetness trickling down over her stomach from her cunt, since her ass was perched in the air. The slick, sucking noises of her sex were unmistakable. "Oh, you're doing really good, K-zon," she said breathily. "You're gonna have me cumming again before long!" Kevin seemed to be beyond words as he merely nodded hastily and kept fucking her, eyes closed and back arched. The slapping noise of his thighs against her ass was a wet one now, since they were both sweating profusely. She could feel the damp perspiration in her hairline, her mouth open and she wiped at it when she realized she was almost drooling. "Yes, K-zon!" she gasped, using the name he wanted again, pushing back against him but still letting him control the action. "Fucking make me cum! Don't hold back! Uh, fuck!" Kevin jammed his hips against her suddenly and cried out, a sound that Ginny echoed half a second later. Rapture splintered through her as she came, feeling him slamming against her as he climaxed, his pearly offering now deep inside her. Through glassy eyes, she looked around for Santa, to see if he was watching, but he was nowhere in sight. Kevin seemed ready to fall over, exhausted, but she gently pushed backward until he sat on his behind with her in his lap, facing away. Slowly she turned around and laid him on the floor, his cock still deep inside her. She put her hands on his shoulders and smiled down at him, her nipples tracing little patterns over his chest as she did so. "That was amazing, K-zon," she said quietly. "A really great addition to my night." He was still breathing heavily but nodded at her. "Thanks. It was more than I could have hoped for. I;I guess it's been a busy evening for you this way?" "Well, you're my only virgin to this point, if that's what you're asking," Ginny sighed. "The big red machine has fucked me more times tonight that I care to remember and I was nearly raped to death by Krampus, so this was exactly the sort of change of pace I needed, you know?" She sat up, still straddling him and impaled on his cock, a thought occurring to her. "Hey, Big Red," she called out. "I just let him bust in me twice, do you have any fixes dated from yesterday?" A tiny white pill flew out of the other room. She caught it deftly in her hand and popped it in her mouth. "I'm getting good at this 'time-is-fluid' shit," she giggled to herself. "Maybe I'll teach quantum physics." "You don't need a glass of water or anything?" Kevin asked, looking up at her. "Trust me, Kevin, if there's one thing I'm good at, it's swallowing." Ginny replied, smiling down at him somewhat haughtily before carefully pulling herself off his cock, causing them both to shudder and moan quietly. She knelt over his waist and sucked on his cock, cleaning their mingled cum off him and then helping him to his feet. She slipped her thong back on while Kevin retrieved his boxers. They were just straightening themselves out when Santa appeared from the other room. "Did you enjoy your birthday present, Kevin?" he asked cheerfully. "Yessir," the newly-minted young man said. "Best birthday present anyone ever received." "Glad to hear it," Santa said, nodding. "And I know it doesn't compare to what Virginia just gave you, but I think you'll be pleased with your new rig I just set up. Five terrabytes of hard drive space, thirty-two gigs of DDR4 RAM, an overclocked quad-core CPU that'll put the i7 to shame, eight fans, a nickle and copper piping coolant system and L E D to make sure everyone knows you're in the house. Oh, and I've upgraded your server to be multi-line, WAN and load-balancing. You and your guild will never lag again as long as you host." Kevin's eyes went wide. "I've got fat pipes?" Santa nodded while Ginny shook her head, understanding none of this geek talk. It only figured that Santa was a giant nerd. Kevin looked like he might faint. "Well, I've just done what you deserved," Santa mentioned. "It's Virginia who should get the credit for your night being so spectacular." "Yeah," Kevin said, blushing and smiling at her. "Thanks." "My pleasure, trust me," she said easily. "Somebody have a pen I can use?" Santa handed her one and she looked at Kevin. "Your number, dude." Kevin managed to stutter out his number, which she wrote down on her wrist before nodding in satisfaction and giving the pen back to Santa. "Alright, if I ever happen to be in Ohio for some godforsaken reason, I can look you up and give you a booty call. Sound good?" Kevin nodded dumbly. "Just remember this," she said, poking him in the chest, her voice serious. "You've got a lot to learn still. You've got a nice cock between your legs, don't treat it like a Louisville Slugger and just beat the hell out of her with it, you're better than that." He nodded. "And if a girl wants you to fuck her, she'll give you signals, so watch." Ginny added, poking his chest with her nail. "Don't assume you can just force yourself on anyone or next year it's dead spiders in your stocking, you got it?" Kevin nodded again. "Excellent," she said sweetly. "Now go to sleep, champ. Merry Christmas and happy birthday. C'mon, Santa, we have a holiday to save!" "Yes, my lady!" Santa laughed, following her out of the basement. They were back on the roof when Santa smirked at her as they climbed into the sleigh. "Dead spiders in the stocking?" She shrugged. "Isn't that what you'd give a guy if he forced himself on a girl?" "Well, no," he replied as he snapped the reins and they took off into the cold night air. "That's more of a legal issue. If he was considering it, I wouldn't have mentioned dead spiders, I'd' have been more inclined to point out that he'd spend the next few years in a cell as some fat, greasy tattooed bastard's buttery cornhole." The sleigh lurched to one side as Ginny burst out laughing. A Pretty Man. Santa stared awkwardly, making a wry face while Ginny stood off to the side, smirking. Standing in front of Santa was a very pretty young man in pale pink pajamas, his hands behind his back, one knee turned in, twisting his toe into the rug and blushing expectantly. Ginny wiped a tear away from her eye, she was trying so hard not to laugh. "Yeah, that ain't happening." Santa said finally. "But I've been so good;" the young man cooed, smiling coyly and winking. "C'mon, Santa," Ginny urged, clearly enjoying his discomfiture. "He's been so good, and you always reward your good children, don't you?" "Nice try, lady," Santa said, pressing behind his ear, apparently activating a communicator. "Get Agent 641 to me, I need a pinch hitter, stat." Santa threw a small disk on the floor while Ginny and the young boy in pink watched curiously. The device oscillated and expanded, becoming a larger disk. Seconds later it began to glow and hum. A column of rainbow light radiated up from it and a kneeling shape appeared. Seconds later, the rainbow light faded away and a lithe, comely figure stood. He had the same slender, beautiful features as the warrior-elves who had fought earlier that night, his eyes a piercing violet color, his impossibly long raven hair held in gold rings. His pale body was naked except for a tiny thong. "Holy shit snacks;" Ginny breathed as she gazed stupidly at the new arrival, feeling her thong get wet. "Ylmarin, young Trevor here has been an extra-good boy, perhaps you'd care to reward him?" Santa suggested as the inhumanly graceful being stepped off the platform. The tall being looked down at the young man named Trevor, assessing him and then nodded. "Yes, sire, I can absolutely do this." Trevor blushed furiously and giggled, covering his face. Ylmarin reached over and took the boy's hand before leading him back to the bedroom. Santa nodded and began rummaging around in his toy sack, putting items under the tree. "Okay, we got that out of the way," he said, squatting and putting items under the decidedly pink-lit tree. "Virginia, if you could hand me the, Virginia? Ginny?" He frowned and turned to look for his helper, finally sighting her. She was standing in the doorway to the bedroom and looking in. One of her hands squeezing her tits while the other had snaked down inside her panties. "Alright, go on, you little voyeur." Santa chuckled, shaking his head. "Yum yum!" she squeaked and skipped into the room, from which moans were now emanating. Seeking to be naughty. "You weren't worried about being on the Naughty List if you waited up for me?" Santa asked the dark-haired girl as she sat on her floor, watching him intently. She pushed her glasses up her nose and shook her head, pretty curly locks spilling over her shoulders as she did so. "Not worried, hmm?" he mused, observing her. "So you think you're already on the Naughty List?" The girl nodded. Ginny blinked and pursed her lips. "Why isn't she talking? Is she mute or doesn't she speak English?" Santa shook his head. "No, Ellie's just shy. She doesn't speak much at first, but once she gets going;" He knelt down in front of the girl and smiled. "Well, here I am. What is it you wanted to ask me, Ellie?" The tan girl turned her head and looked down at the floor sheepishly for several seconds before working up the nerve to speak. "I; I want my daddy, Santa." Ginny blinked. "She what, wants him back from deployment for Christmas, she wants her father to move back home;" "No, Virginia," Santa said cheerfully. "She doesn't want her father, she wants her daddy." "Oh," Ginny said, suddenly understanding. "So, now what?" "That's all she wanted for Christmas, so we give her, her daddy." Santa said simply. The girl's eyes lit up in delight and she sat up straight, looking very excited. Santa pointed behind Ellie and she turned to look behind herself; Her daddy stood in the doorway, his green-hazel eyes mirroring her excitement and a big grin on her face. His long, sandy-blond hair fell down to his shoulder blades. "Daddy!" Ginny squealed as she scrambled to her feet and threw herself against her daddy, kissing him feverishly. He held her tight, returning the kiss while she began pulling his clothes off him. "I missed you so much!" "Missed you too, baby;" he murmured through the kiss as he pulled her top off, exposing her lush tits. "I never had a daddy." Ginny sighed as she watched the couple get increasingly naked and feeling the now-familiar tingle building. "I should take care of that at some point." "I've got some other deliveries in the immediate area," Santa mentioned. "How about I go take care of them while you have a little fun with these two?" "Well, I'm not attracted to girls." Ginny said in a non-committal tone. "You just didn't know you were until tonight." Santa replied, smiling. "Just trust me on this, Virginia." "Well, like you said earlier, I've had you inside all my orifices, so what's the harm in trusting you now, right?" she admitted, shrugging. Would being bisexual be such a bad thing? It certainly widened her options for dating. Santa nodded and walked out of the room. Ginny turned to look at the couple she was left with, who were already splayed out on the rug, naked and pleasuring one another. Ellie was lying on top of her daddy, facing down his body and sucking on his cock hungrily while he was pulling her slippery cunt lips apart and sliding his tongue up and down her twat, making her shiver and moan. "Fuck it," Ginny said finally, stripping out of her skimpy outfit and walking up to the two of them. She laid down beside Ellie's daddy and smiled at her, both their heads over hips. "Feel like tag-teaming, babe?" Ellie looked up for a moment and nodded readily. Ginny smiled and leaned in, flicking her tongue against the tip of his cock. The curly-haired girl giggled and joined Ginny in teasing the throbbing cock, taking turns sliding their tongue up and down the shaft while the other swirled her tongue around the head and took it into her mouth, starting to bob up and down. Ginny felt herself getting really wet and pressed her lips to Ellie's around the head of her daddy's cock, kissing her. They both moaned as their tongues tangled around the glistening head. Ginny's hand slipped into the girl's hair, wrapping in it to hold her in place. Ellie smelled like strawberries and Ginny felt herself getting wetter as she took in the scent. "Daddy," whimpered the girl. "Fuck me;" Ginny knelt up while the other girl straddled her daddy's hips, facing down his body. Her sticky cunt was positioned over his throbbing cock and Ginny took hold of it and guided it home. Ellie sighed almost in relief as she sank down, his cock filling her. Smiling wickedly, Ginny made Ellie lie back along her daddy's body and the girl gasped as her put his hands on her tits and held her. As Ellie and her daddy began to squirm and writhe, her glistening cunt swallowing his cock greedily, Ginny bent down and tongued at the shaft as it slid back and forth through her lips. She pressed her thumb gently on Ellie's clit, causing her to shudder and moan loudly. Then her tongue traced a slow route around the engorged cunt lips, teasing her new girl lover. Ellie whimpered and panted, begging her daddy to fuck her harder. Ginny sucked Ellie's clit into her mouth and was rewarded with a strangled cry from above. She fondled the sac in front of her gently and pressed on the throbbing vein. Her cunt was getting wetter with each passing moment and she needed to know if Ellie would share; Without another word, she crawled over Ellie and settled down on top of her, her tits squashing into the succulent set below. She moved around until she felt her cunt pressed to Ellie's and the magical, rhythmic motion of the cock still pumping in and out of her. She shuddered as their lips and clits met and they wrapped their arms around one another, kissing shamelessly. Tongues snaked and writhed as they moaned into one another's mouths. "Daddy," panted the younger girl. "Fuck Santa's elf-girl; fuck her please;" Ginny felt her own ferocious desire rising as the cock slurped out of Ellie and pressed against her. She groaned gutturally as she felt the head penetrate and then she pressed down eagerly, taking it deep inside her. Still sandwiched between them, Ellie took one of Ginny's tits and sucked the nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Ginny arched her back and hissed through clenched teeth, squeezing hard on the invading cock. She ground down on Ellie's daddy, gyrating her hips and her fingers digging into the other girl's skin. Ellie sucked and bit her nipples, the delicious sting heightening her ecstasy. She body was streaming with sweat while he fucked her, Ellie's soft flesh undulating against hers. She could hear him panting and feel him stiffening and knew what happened next. With great haste and even greater reluctance, she pulled herself off the cock and knelt, pulling Ellie up into a kneeling position. She helped her daddy stand quickly while Ellie took his cock and pumped it eagerly with her hand. Once he was standing, they both attacked his cock with their mouths and hands, pleasuring him beyond endurance. He put his hand on the back of their heads and groaned loudly, his hips shuddering as he came. Both girls pressed their faces in, letting him spurt on their mouths and cheeks, hands still working the shaft quickly. The warm, sticky cum brought with it a warm flush of memories, how it always felt on her skin, the tingling, scintillating pleasure she always felt in the ardor of others. Ellie's soft tits pressed to hers, their cheeks meeting as they accepted the pearly offering, on their chins and now glazing their tits; she loved it all. She was never happier than when she was in the throes of passion with others. Was this what she was truly meant to do? Was this a Christmas epiphany? Ellie and Ginny began kissing hungrily, licking the cum off one another's faces with a fervor, then off each other's neck and tits. They returned their attention to the still twitching cock, kissing and sucking it dry. Once Ellie's daddy was spent, she laid him down and Ginny helped her snuggle into his warm, loving embrace. The girl smiled at her and giggled before blowing a kiss. Ginny gathered up her outfit and exited the apartment quietly. Not surprisingly at this point, the sleigh was just pulling back onto the roof as she arrived. Santa smiled at her. "So did you know I was bi all these years?" she asked as she clambered into the seat and beside him and snuggled into his side as they took off. He nodded. "Not my place to rob you of your journey of self-discovery, though." "Maybe," she sighed. "But think about all the fun I've missed out on, not playing with girls too. Doubling the size of my dating pool might have made a difference." "You've always been who you're meant to be, Virginia," he said cheerfully. "And your little epiphany tonight is going to have big implications in the year to come. Trust me." Her eyes widened. "For real?" "Would I lie?" Santa laughed. Ginny in the sleigh. Ginny was lying back in the plush red seat of the sleigh, her chest heaving as she stared at the pre-dawn sky. Her little elf-outfit was almost in shreds and she was missing one of her shoes. Even Santa looked a little worn. "So that's what sex with an entire sorority house feels like;" she said distantly. "Kinda gives me a new respect for those college quarterbacks. Those girls are animals." Santa nodded. "I have to admit, that wore me out a little too, which is saying something. And before you ask, yes, they have all been good this past year and they sent me one letter asking for Santa to fuck them as a sorority, so that really was their Christmas present." Ginny nodded. "That and the four metric tons of vibrators, dildos, eggs, anal beads, ben-wa balls and lingerie I saw you drop off; and about thirty Sybians." "They're a really good sorority house." Santa admitted. Ginny just stared at the sky. "Hard to believe that you're brought up a certain way, being told that good kids act a certain way, only to find out that being a total mega-slut is not grounds for being added to the Naughty List but sneaking cookies when mom told you not to is." "I didn't make the rules," Santa said, shrugging, but then he paused. "Oh, wait; ya know, I probably did, a long, long time ago." Ginny giggled tiredly. "This has been the longest and most oversexed night of my life, and that's saying something for me. Where are we headed, Big Man?" "Well, it's almost dawn." Santa said, looking east. "I'm going to have to drop you off before long now that my rounds are done." "Yeah," Ginny said somewhat reluctantly. "Since I don't have a house, I guess you should drop me off at my parents' place. I can't exactly tell 'em that my house was destroyed in a massive battle between Santa's elves and Krampus, but maybe they'll believe a gas main exploded." "You can't lie, Virginia, we've been over this." Santa said firmly. "Well I can't really tell them the truth either, can I?" Ginny pointed out, hoping she didn't sound too quarrelsome. "I know;" he said quietly, still guiding the sleigh. The soared through the dark sky for some time, saying nothing. Eventually, Ginny began to make out shapes in the night, sleek silhouettes that looked almost like slender, jet-powered Skidoos, being ridden by beings in strange armor with glowing runes and wild mans of hair. "Just my guardians," Santa said in an assuring tone. "Making sure there are no last-minute attempts to thwart us." The earth far below them took on a white cast and Ginny knew that they were above a region covered in snow. She couldn't feel it, but she could sense the cold air around them as the sleigh angled down, heading to the ground. The landing was predictably smooth and they finally came to a stop, flanked by the jet bikes and their unsettling warriors. Santa jumped out and helped Ginny down, smiling at her and wrapping her in a warm, furry red blanket from head to toe. When he pulled it off her, she was no dressed in a stylish red velvet dress, trimmed in white and ending on her upper thighs to show lots of leg. Her calf-high boots were red and edged with white, with adorable little poms dangling from the side. She even had a white poof to keep her hands warm and the Santa hat she now wore kept her ears toasty. "You look beautiful," he said as he waved in front of himself to conjure an ice mirror that reflected her image perfectly. "And without you, Virginia, there wouldn't have been a Christmas this year. You need to understand that." Ginny blushed prettily and walked alongside him, petting the reindeers as she walked by. She even gave Donner a kiss on the nose and the beast snorted and blushed, pawing the ground. They walked casually through the snow, holding hands until they were approached by several people. Ginny's eyes went wide, these were all women, clad in black armor with baroque chest plates reminiscent of bustiers. They all wore their hair bobbed, universally black or platinum in color and they carried savage-looking rifles or flamethrowers. They all knelt reverently as Santa approached. "Do I want to know?" Ginny breathed. "My personal guard," Santa said, nodding to the women as he passed through them. "Orphan girls I've saved from a cruel world. They're fanatically devoted to me, even beyond my elves." Her mouth was somewhat dry when she asked the next question. "Do you; you know;" "Yes, Virginia," he said, saving her the difficulty of asking. "They're also my lovers. When they're not fighting for me or standing guard, they live in the bliss I seem uniquely capable of giving women." "That doesn't sound like such a bad life," Ginny said, a hopeful tone in her voice. "I mean, I'm no orphan, but I'd say we pretty compatible sexually. Aren't we?" He turned and took her gently by the arms, smiling warmly down into her eyes in that way that made her knees go weak. Other people may have seen the fat old jolly man, but she could see only the copper-haired and bearded giant with eyes deeper than a galaxy and a boyish smile that she knew she'd always love. "You're right, Virginia, you're not an orphan," he said quietly. "These girls had no future. I have no right to rob you of yours. And believe me, you don't want to miss it." He took her hand and kept walking, snow gently falling as they walked through the stands of tall trees. When they emerged on the far side, he grinned and gestured grandly in front of them. Ginny's eyes went wide. Across the clearing was her lovely home, looking as good as new. Squads of warrior-elves stood guard menacingly around the perimeter while other, smaller beings she more associated with the Christmas story elves scampered around, making final adjustments to the domicile. "Like the whole thing never happened," Santa declared. "And there are even some improvements, I might add." "Ya don't say," Ginny said somewhat absently, still staring in disbelief. All sign of the titan battle fought on her property less than twelve hours ago were gone. "Uh; improvements?" Santa nodded. "We added solar panels and some subtle wind turbines, so you can officially live off the grid. Water's hooked up to a local artesian well. Improved your internet connection, you get about two hundred megabits per second, not to mention the fact that we connected you to our servers, so the Tor Network and the Deep Web have nothing on you for security and anonymity." "Wow;" was all she seemed to be able to say. "Let's see, we reinforced the frame and the roof, you could probably get hit by a meteor and barely notice," Santa continued. "Windows are made of transparent aluminum, they're durable, to say the least." "No bugs crashing through my bay windows?" she asked. "Actually got a nifty physics trick for you

Netušil, že betlémy jednou začne sbírat. „Na chalupě mé ženy jsem objevil nádherný betlém. Řemeslníci, kteří nám objekt tehdy opravovali, mi nabídli další pro mé syny. Pak přišli s dalším. A pak se ptali: Když je dáte synům, co zbyde vám? Tak to všechno začalo,“ vzpomíná Martin Šmakal. „A pak jsem potkal restaurátora a starožitníka a dál už se neptejte,“ směje se v Blízkých setkáních Terezy Kostkové sběratel a onkolog, který letos představí část své sbírky na Pražském hradě.

Jesus, um presente de amor - Pra. Ozair Oliveira by Igreja Missionária Evangélica Maranata de Campo Grande Para conhecer mais sobre a Maranata: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/imemaranata/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/imemaranataSite: https://www.igrejamaranata.com.br/Canal do youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCa1jcJx-DIDqu_gknjlWOrQDeus te abençoe

Aprendendo com os desertos da vida - Pra. Raquel Alexandrina by Igreja Missionária Evangélica Maranata da Tijuca Para conhecer mais sobre a Maranata: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/imemaranata/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/imemaranataSite: https://www.igrejamaranata.com.br/Canal do youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCa1jcJx-DIDqu_gknjlWOrQDeus te abençoe

50 ans après l'indépendance du Cap-Vert, La marche du monde est en reportage dans la ville de Praïa, à la recherche des lettres adressées par Amilcar Cabral, l'icône de la lutte de libération nationale, à Maria Helena Atalaide Vilhena Rodrigues, sa première compagne portugaise. Des lettres conservées avec amour par Iva, leur première fille, jusqu'à ce qu'elle décide de les publier puis de les confier à la Fondation Cabral. (Rediffusion) Une archive précieuse pour comprendre comment Amilcar, jeune Africain brillant venu poursuivre des études à Lisbonne dès 1945 est devenu Cabral, le co-fondateur du PAIGC, le parti Africain de l'Indépendance de la Guinée-Bissau et du Cap-Vert. C'est dans le quartier de Terra Branca sur les hauteurs de Praïa que je retrouve Maria Benedita Basto, spécialiste des textes de Cabral. Ensemble nous avons souvent rêvé de venir rendre visite à Iva Cabral afin de comprendre pour quelles raisons elle a souhaité porter à la connaissance du grand public la correspondance de ses parents. « Ces lettres me tiennent à cœur, pas seulement parce que ce sont des lettres de mes parents où ils démontrent les sentiments mutuels, mais principalement parce que ça démontre qui ils étaient », nous confie Iva Cabral en français, « qui étaient ces jeunes gens dans une époque très difficile (N.D.L.R. L'empire coloniale portugais sous la dictature de Salazar). J'ai compris que c'était deux jeunes qui s'aimaient. J'ai vu que c'était des jeunes qui voulaient augmenter leur poids dans la société, voulaient changer quelque chose, oui, c'est ça que Cabral veut dire dès les premières lettres. À partir d'un certain moment, il commence à s'engager et il fait que ma mère s'engage aussi. Je parle de libérer leur patrie, la patrie de mon père qui était le Cap-Vert et la Guinée-Bissau, de finir avec le colonialisme, mais pas seulement dans sa terre, mais aussi dans l'Afrique. » Un documentaire signé Valérie Nivelon. Conseillère scientifique : Maria Benedita Basto Réalisation : Sophie Janin. Tous mes remerciements à Iva Cabral, au président Pedro Pires et à la Fondation Cabral, à Filinto Elisio et Marcia Souto des éditions Rosa de Porcelena et à Maria de Fatima Fernandes de l'Université du Cap-Vert.   Pour découvrir les lettres adressées par Amilcar Cabral à Maria Hélèna, et traduites pour la première fois en français, RFI vous propose un long format inédit. ⇒ Le webdocumentaire.

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Pro politické partaje je to prestižní komunální post. Rozpočet je tam větší než na leckterém ministerstvu. A je k tomu i pěkný zlatý řetěz. Tak proč se na post pražského primátora nikomu nechce?„Taková situace tu ještě nikdy nebyla. Ani jedna z důležitých stran nemá v Praze deset měsíců před volbami jasného favorita na primátora,“ říká Václav Dolejší.ODS, lidovci a TOP 09 ještě ani nevědí, jestli chtějí jít zase Spolu. „Zato ale vědí, že nechtějí, aby je znovu vedl Bohuslav Svoboda. Který Prahu řídí tak, že si půlka Pražanů myslí, že je primátorem pořád Pirát Hřib,“ dodává Lucie Stuchlíková.Zdeněk Hřib se přesunul do Sněmovny, stejně jako Patrik Nacher, minulý lídr kandidátky ANO. „V ANO se hlásí Ondřej Prokop nebo bývalý primátorka Adriana Krnáčová. Jenže jako vždy se čeká hlavně na to, s čím přijde šéf,“ dodává Dolejší. Lídr Prahy sobě Jan Čižinský chce spíš do Senátu a pražský STAN se pořád nevzpamatoval z kauzy Dozimetr. A Motoristé? Ti si myslí na někdejší primátora Pavla Béma - sice člena ODS, ale také nastupujícího protidrogového koordinátora v Babišově vládě. „Trochu za tím cítím Andreje Babiše, který si chce koaličního partnera vypěstovat i tady a splnit si svůj sen - uzmout svým protivníkům i vládu nad hlavním městem,“ vysvětluje Stuchlíková.„V Praze chce být každý dvojka a nikdo jednička. Je to totiž hrozně nevděčná pozice - máte stejný hlas jako ostatní radní a na paty vám šlape 57 starostů městských částí, kteří sledují jen svoje zájmy. Něco prosadit je těžké,“ myslí si Dolejší.Kde všude postaví Pavel Bém Motoristům tunely? Má Filip Turek problémy se zády ze stresu? A koho ukázal Andrej Babiš na Hradě při jmenování? Všechno se dozvíte v čerstvé epizodě trojnásobného podcastu roku.----Vlevo dole řeší politické kauzy, boje o vliv i šeptandu z kuloárů Sněmovny. Vychází každou středu v poledne.Podcast pro vás připravují Lucie Stuchlíková (@StuchlikovLucie) a Václav Dolejší (@VacDol), reportéři Seznam Zpráv.Další podcasty, ale taky články, komentáře a videa najdete na zpravodajském serveru Seznam Zprávy. Poslouchejte nás na webu Seznam Zpráv, na Podcasty.cz nebo ve své oblíbené podcastové aplikaci.Své názory, návrhy, otázky, stížnosti nebo pochvaly nám můžete posílat na adresu audio@sz.cz.Sledujte @SeznamZpravy na sociálních sítích: Twitter // Facebook // Instagram.Seznam Zprávy jsou zdrojem původních informací, nezávislé investigace, originální publicistiky.

Confira no Morning Show desta quarta-feira (10): O programa conversou com o deputado e relator do PL da Dosimetria, Paulinho da Força (Solidariedade), para detalhar o Projeto de Lei que reduz as penas de prisão do ex-presidente Jair Bolsonaro (PL). Assista ao debate! A Câmara dos Deputados aprovou, nesta quarta-feira (10), o PL da Dosimetria, que diminui as penas dos condenados pelos atos de 8 de janeiro. A bancada do Morning Show debateu as medidas que podem favorecer o ex-presidente Jair Bolsonaro e outros envolvidos no episódio da Praça dos Três Poderes. Reportagem: Igor Damasceno. A Câmara dos Deputados vai decidir o futuro dos mandatos de Eduardo Bolsonaro, Carla Zambelli, Alexandre Ramagem e Glauber Braga. O Morning Show analisou a confusão na Casa na última terça-feira (09) e a força do presidente Hugo Motta em meio ao seu cenário político. Dois caças FA-18 das Forças Armadas dos Estados Unidos foram avistados sobrevoando o Golfo da Venezuela e áreas do território venezuelano. As aeronaves realizaram testes por pelo menos 40 minutos na região. A líder da oposição, María Corina Machado, segue foragida desde 2024 e conseguiu fugir do país por uma rota clandestina. Reportagem: Eliseu Caetano. O perfil da filha de Wellington Muniz “Ceará” e Mirella Santos, de 11 anos, foi derrubado pelo Ministério Público após suspeita de trabalho infantil. O neurocomunicador William Borghetti participou do Morning Show desta quarta-feira (10) para debater o tema. A Austrália se tornou o primeiro país do mundo a suspender o acesso de menores de 16 anos às redes sociais, reacendendo o debate sobre a idade mínima para criação de perfis digitais. O Morning Show contou com a participação do neurocomunicador William Borghetti para comentar a decisão. De acordo com um levantamento, 81% das pessoas das gerações Z e Alpha preferem aulas presenciais e empregos com carteira assinada, em vez de aulas online e trabalhos no modelo PJ. A bancada do Morning Show discutiu o estudo com o neurocomunicador William Borghetti. Essas e outras notícias você confere no Morning Show.

Šedesát šest dní po volbách jmenoval prezident Petr Pavel šéfa ANO Andreje Babiše premiérem. Do křesla vlády se tak vrací po čtyřech letech. Protože vládu hlava státu jmenuje o necelý týden později, konkrétně 15. prosince, dosluhuje ještě kabinet Petra Fialy z ODS, ač tedy v demisi. Česko tak má na pár dní dva premiéry. Protože ale ten nově jmenovaný přinesl na Pražský hrad seznam ministrů a ministryní bez jména Filipa Turka, zůstává otázkou, kdo usedne do čela ministerstva životního prostředí. Je to pro čestného prezidenta Motoristů konečná, nebo má ještě šanci? Co vlastně čekat od Andreje Babiše coby premiéra? Bude v něčem jiný, než před čtyřmi lety? A do čeho se chce jeho vláda pustit hned co převezme moc? Nejen na to se Zuzana Machálková ptá Františka Trojana v úterní epizodě Výtahu Respektu.

Nastupující vláda se rozchází v plánech ohledně ČT a Čro. Zatímco Motoristé jsou za zachování poplatků, ANO a SPD je chtějí zrušit. Co podnikne opozice, která navýšení poplatků prosadila? A jak vidí vznik nové vlády?Hostem Ptám se já byla nová poslankyně za ODS a členka výboru pro mediální záležitosti Lucie Bartošová. Stranického šéfa Bartošové Petra Fialu střídá v těchto dnech ve funkci premiéra Andrej Babiš. Podle Bartošové bude mít právě Babiš ve vládě velmi silné slovo, prosadit se ale budou chtít i Motoristé. „Turek a Macinka jsou temperamentní pánové, budou do věcí chtít promlouvat,“ myslí si Bartošová.Kamenem sváru může být financování veřejnoprávních médií. Včera o něm hovořil nominant na ministra kultury Oto Klempíř (Motoristé) s prezidentem Petrem Pavlem při jejich setkání na Pražském hradě. Shodli se spolu mimo jiné na nutnosti zachovat v maximální možné míře nezávislost České televize a Českého rozhlasu. „Za Motoristy jsme za zachování poplatků. V tom nejsme úplně názorově sjednoceni s našimi koaličními partnery. Bude velká diskuse, abychom dosáhli nějakého smysluplného výsledku,“ uvedl po jednání s hlavou státu Klempíř s tím, že možností je více.Zrušení poplatků si nastupující koalice napsala do návrhu svého programového prohlášení. Zároveň plánuje zavést kontrolu hospodaření televize a rozhlasu prostřednictvím Nejvyššího kontrolního úřadu. Měsíční poplatky za ČT se od května zvýšily na 150 korun a za rozhlas na 55 korun. Ředitel ČRo René Zavoral a předseda Rady ČT Karel Novák v neděli v České televizi upozornili, že po případném zrušení koncesionářských poplatků by náklady na fungování obou médií vyšly stát na 11 miliard korun.Co opozice očekává od nastupujícího kabinetu? A na jakou politiku chce v budoucnu vsadit ODS?--Podcast Ptám se já. Rozhovory s lidmi, kteří mají vliv, odpovědnost, informace.Sledujte na Seznam Zprávách, poslouchejte na Podcasty.cz a ve všech podcastových aplikacích.Archiv všech dílů najdete tady. Své postřehy, připomínky nebo tipy nám pište prostřednictvím sociálních sítí pod hashtagem #ptamseja nebo na e-mail: audio@sz.cz.

Šiandien 12 val. Nepriklausomybės aikštėje žurnalistų bendruomenė kartu su visuomene bursis taikiam protestui prieš valdžios siekį silpninti Lietuvos nacionalinį transliuotoją. Lapkričio pabaigoje dalis valdančiosios daugumos narių užregistravo Remigijaus Žemaitaičio rengtą įstatymo projektą, kuriuo siekiama sudaryti sąlygas lengvesniam LRT direktoriaus atleidimui. Šios pataisos, pasak žurnalistų, kelia didelį nerimą ir yra panašios į bandymą užvaldyti visuomeninį transliuotoją pakeičiant jo vadovą politikams palankesniu.Valdančiųjų siekis kištis į žiniasklaidos laisvę Lietuvoje neretai pavadinamas orbanizacija. Per penkiolika metų valdymo, Vengrijos lyderis Viktoras Orbanas sugebėjo pasiekti, kad 80 procentų žiniasklaidos apie jį ir jo politiką kalbėtų tik palankiai. Jei jūsų visuomenė susitaikys su politikų bandymais riboti žiniasklaidos laisvę, kritika valdžiai liks tik paraštėse. Taip sako Lietuvoje viešėję nepriklausomi žurnalistai ir nevyriausybinių organizacijų atstovai iš Vengrijos.Lietuvoje toliau auga sergamumas gripu. Praėjusią savaitę sergamumas gripu išaugo trigubai, daugiausiai serga vaikai. Sergamumas COVID-19 ir kitomis ūminėmis viršutinių kvėpavimo takų infekcijomis taip pat padidėjo. Specialistai primena laikytis prevencinių priemonių.Nors praėjęs savaitgalis buvo neramus ir kontrabandiniai balionai į Lietuvą skrido kaip ir anksčiau, oro erdvė buvo uždaryta gerokai trumpesniam laikui. Du lėktuvai iš Vilniaus oro uosto kilo net ir uždarius oro erdvę. Ar tai reiškia, kad atsiranda būdų, kaip saugiai skristi net ir skrendant balionams?Gyvūnų gerovės organizacijos prašo gyventojų nedovanoti gyvūnų šventėms. Anot jų, augintinių dovanojimo problema yra aktuali visus metus – juos dovanoja gimtadieniams, sukaktuvių metinių ir kitų švenčių proga, tačiau ši problema ypač suaktyvėja prieš Kalėdas. Specialistai sako, kad dovanoti gyvūnus kaip staigmeną yra vienas žalingiausių sprendimų tiek pačiam gyvūnui, tiek šeimai, kuri jo nebuvo pasirengusi priimti.

Send us a textEver notice how hard you grip outcomes when you're nervous—then watch everything slip anyway? We dig into a counterintuitive truth that changed our lives: releasing control doesn't make you careless, it makes you effective. From sobriety to sales calls, first dates to job interviews, we connect the dots between patience, presence, and authenticity—and why expectations so often become premeditated resentments.We unpack the early myth of instant transformation in recovery and replace it with practical tools: sit with discomfort, practice consistently, and let time compound. Then we map those lessons to high-pressure moments at work. After a tough call, we walk through a fast reset: debrief the objections, reframe the story, ask for help if you need it, and step into the next conversation clean. You'll hear how a simple shift from outcome-chasing to service-first—What does this person need right now?—boosts trust, surfaces real blockers, and prevents you from carrying one loss into your next opportunity.Honesty sits at the center of all of it. We talk about shedding masks, staying the same person on and off the mic, and why misalignment breeds anxiety and churn in business and relationships. Not every prospect is your customer, not every match is your partner, and that's okay. When you respect fit, follow a sound process, and stay present, decisions come easier—and results often improve without the pressure. We close with gratitude for this community and a reminder that asking for help is not a failure of willpower but a pathway to connection and growth.If this resonated, follow the show, share it with a friend who needs a reset, and leave a quick review—what outcome are you letting go of this week? Support the show https://www.audible.com/pd/9-Simple-Steps-to-Sell-More-ht-Audiobook/B0D4SJYD4Q?source_code=ASSORAP0511160006&share_location=library_overflowhttps://www.amazon.com/Simple-Steps-Sell-More-Stereotypes-ebook/dp/B0BRNSFYG6/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1OSB7HX6FQMHS&keywords=corey+berrier&qid=1674232549&sprefix=%2Caps%2C93&sr=8-1 https://www.linkedin.com/in/coreysalescoach/

Hoje a conversa é sobre um daqueles momentos raros na nossa cultura: o cinema brasileiro está brilhando lá fora como nunca — Oscar, Cannes, Berlim — mas, aqui dentro, quem faz cinema continua preso num sistema lento, imprevisível e cheio de gargalos. Como é que a gente vive o melhor ano da nossa história… em cima de uma estrutura que ainda patina? Pra ajudar a entender esse paradoxo e olhar pro futuro, Carlos Merigo conversa com três pessoas que vivem essa indústria por ângulos diferentes: Paulo Barcellos, CEO da O2 Filmes; Igor Kupstas, diretor da O2 Play; e Bruno D'Angelo, fundador da WIP e especialista em narrativa para marcas e entretenimento. A ideia parece simples, mas tem muitas camadas: entender onde realmente estamos, por que chegamos até aqui e o que precisa mudar pra esse momento virar uma indústria sólida de verdade. 06:31 - Pauta 01:28:29 - QEAB -- PESQUISA E GERAÇÃO DE CONHECIMENTO POR UM FUTURO MAIS SUSTENTÁVEL O ITV desenvolve soluções baseadas na ciência para os desafios da sociedade, fortalecendo a bioeconomia amazônica, e contribuindo com novas possibilidades de futuro. Quer ver esse futuro acontecendo agora? Acesse itv.org e saiba mais. -- APOIO CERTO – HISTÓRIAS REAIS DE QUEM FAZ ACONTECER Uma série do Itaú Empresas em parceria com o Braincast e o g1. Assista em https://g1.globo.com/especiais-publicitarios/a/itau/alemdonegocio e veja como o conhecimento certo transforma negócios de verdade. -- ✳️ TORNE-SE MEMBRO DO B9 E GANHE BENEFÍCIOS: Braincast secreto; grupo de assinantes no Telegram; e episódios sem anúncios! https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCGNdGepMFVqPNgaCkNBdiLw/join --

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Turn online alignment into an offline community — join us at TheWayFwrd.com to connect with like-minded people near you.She found aluminum and other metals in her rainwater, uncovered a decades-long cloud-seeding program running over her county without public notice, and then drove to the airport to confront the pilots — and you'll hear her full conversation.In this episode, I sit down with Kathryn “Mellow Kat” Saari, a former flight attendant turned homesteader who started noticing grid patterns and flight clusters during storms in her part of California. Her curiosity led her into rainwater testing, public records digging, and decades of cloud-seeding programs that no one in her community had ever been told about.Mellow Kat walks me through what she uncovered: silver-iodide cloud seeding, adulticide spraying, organophosphate insecticides, genetically modified mosquito proposals, and the contracts counties hold with Weather Modification Inc. She also shares the night she followed the aircraft to their airport and spoke with the pilots face-to-face.If you've been curious about weather modification, cloud seeding, geoengineering, or how these programs are actually run on the local level, this conversation brings the details into full view without hype or guesswork.You'll Learn:[00:00:00] Introduction[00:21:06] Why Mellow Kat believes her son's neurological issues stem from vaccines, and the aluminum levels that shocked her[00:35:00] The moment she first noticed grid patterns in the sky[00:39:32] What Mellow Kat found in her rainwater samples after tracking cloud seeding flights[00:42:20] Discovering a 30+ year cloud seeding operation happening directly over her county without public notice[00:55:17] How $6.6 million from Bill Gates led to trees being cut down and trucked to Nevada to be buried underground[00:59:27] Confronting the adulticide spray pilot who admitted he's releasing a nerve agent over neighborhoods to kill mosquitoes[01:16:34] The full unedited audio: driving to an airport in the middle of the night to confront the cloud seeding pilots face-to-face[01:52:21] How Mellow Kat and 5,400 people stopped a biotech company from releasing genetically modified mosquitoes in California[01:56:27] What an arborist found at wildfire sites that suggests energy weapons—trees burned from the inside out while leaves stayed intact[02:05:26] Why Mellow Kat is no longer afraid of death and how that freed her to speak without holding backResources Mentioned:Alfacast episode #262 The Atmospheric End Game w/ Mellow Kat | Spotify or Apple or DeezerThe Way Forward episode #183 Geoengineering: How Weather Is Manipulated, And How We Reclaim It with Dr. Rob Williams | YouTubeI finally confront the pilots who have been geoengineering Tuolumne's skies | ArticleHarms of Cloud seeding: It's not "just silver iodide." | ArticleSanta Barbara County and Twitchell Reservoir Cloud Seeding Program | PDFWritten instructions on identifying aircraft, testing rain samples, and PRA requests | ArticleAriana Masters | SubstackIf you want to learn more from Mellow Kat, visit her Substack.Find more from Alec:Alec Zeck | InstagramAlec Zeck | XThe Way Forward | InstagramThe Way Forward is Sponsored By:Create a cleaner energetic space, go to AiresTech.com and use code TWF25 at checkout for 25% off your entire order.Sleep Deeper with BiOptimizers MagnesiumStruggling with restless nights? Magnesium deficiency may be the reason.Try Magnesium Breakthrough use code ALEC10 for 10% off.RMDY Academy & Collective: Homeopathy Made AccessibleHigh-quality remedies and training to support natural healing. Enroll hereExplore hereNew Biology Clinic: Redefine Health from the Ground UpExperience tailored terrain-based health services with consults, livestreams, movement classes, and more. Visit www.NewBiologyClinic.com and use code TheWayForward for $50 off activation. Members get the $150 fee waived

Esse mês eu vou trazer 9 livros que vão levar vcs a um passeio por aspectos de algumas das religiões com mais praticantes no mundo e no Brasil: catolicismo, protestantismo (evangélicos), judaísmo, islamismo, hinduísmo, budismo, espiritismo, além das religiões afro-brasileiras candomblé e umbanda. Atualmente, mais do que nunca, o mundo precisa de tolerância, empatia e respeito a diversidade religiosa. O Shabbat é o dia de descanso semanal no judaísmo, simbolizando o sétimo dia no Gênesis, após os seis dias da Criação. É observado a partir do pôr-do-sol da sexta-feira até ao pôr-do-sol do sábado. O exato momento de início e final do shabat varia de semana para semana e de lugar para lugar, de acordo com o horário do pôr-do-sol.  Pra dar o pontapé inicial nesse especial eu trago o livro "On Friday Afternoon: A Shabbat Celebration", ou "Na tarde de sexta-feira – Uma celebração do Shabbat", escrito por Michal Babay, ilustrado por Menahem Halberstadt e ainda não publicado no Brasil, por isso eu traduzi e adaptei especialmente pra esse episodio.A tarde de sexta-feira transforma-se numa aventura turbulenta, repleta de mitzvot e confusão, enquanto Leelee e Pickles ajudam a sua família a preparar-se para o Shabat. Faltam apenas três horas para o Shabat, e ainda há muito a ser feito! Mas os planos da tarde de sexta-feira de limpar a casa e coletar doações dão errado com Leelee e seu cachorro, Pickles, no comando. Com tanto a fazer — e tantas distrações —, será que a família estará pronta a tempo para acender as velas? Para acompanhar a história juntamente com as ilustrações do livro, compre o livro aqui: ⁠https://amzn.to/480R5pWEsse livro trouxe um aspecto do judaísmo, que é a sexta maior religião do mundo. Daqui a 3 dias sai mais um episódio, dessa vez sobre o hinduísmo, não percam! Se vc gostou, compartilhe com seus amigos e me siga nas redes sociais! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/bookswelove_livrosqueamamos/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

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Nastupující vládní koalice si odsouhlasila jména budoucích ministrů a předpokládaný premiér Babiš odnesl jejich seznam na Pražský hrad. Motoristé sobě se pokusili o jakousi rošádu, když prohodili role svých klíčových kandidátů a navrhli na šéfa diplomacie svého předsedu Macinku a na ministra životního prostředí svou výraznou tvář Turka, ale u prezidenta Pavla pochopení nenašli – ten má k Turkově vládnímu angažmá nadále výhrady na jakémkoli postu.

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The freight industry has long been thought of the circulatory system of the economy.It's how the things bought & sold through commerce get from point A to point B in the real world. Historically, when trucking frieght loads diminish, it's usually correlated with a weakening economy. And if it gets bad enough, a recession.Today's guest is Craig Fuller of Freightwaves, price reporting agency (PRA) focused on the global freight market and the leading provider of high-frequency data for the global supply chain.He recently released a prediction that the US freight trucking industry is about to experience "the largest capacity purge in history"We'll ask him what that means for the economy, as well as the hundreds of thousands of workers he expects to be impacted by it.WORRIED ABOUT THE MARKET? SCHEDULE YOUR FREE PORTFOLIO REVIEW with Thoughtful Money's endorsed financial advisors at https://www.thoughtfulmoney.com#recession #trucking #freight _____________________________________________ Thoughtful Money LLC is a Registered Investment Advisor Promoter.We produce educational content geared for the individual investor. It's important to note that this content is NOT investment advice, individual or otherwise, nor should be construed as such.We recommend that most investors, especially if inexperienced, should consider benefiting from the direction and guidance of a qualified financial advisor registered with the U.S. Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC) or state securities regulators who can develop & implement a personalized financial plan based on a customer's unique goals, needs & risk tolerance.IMPORTANT NOTE: There are risks associated with investing in securities.Investing in stocks, bonds, exchange traded funds, mutual funds, money market funds, and other types of securities involve risk of loss. Loss of principal is possible. Some high risk investments may use leverage, which will accentuate gains & losses. Foreign investing involves special risks, including a greater volatility and political, economic and currency risks and differences in accounting methods.A security's or a firm's past investment performance is not a guarantee or predictor of future investment performance.Thoughtful Money and the Thoughtful Money logo are trademarks of Thoughtful Money LLC.Copyright © 2025 Thoughtful Money LLC. All rights reserved.