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BT & Sal unleash a fiery argument for a complete organizational clean house following the Giants' continued losing. While they credit interim head coach Mike Kafka for showing "guts" by holding a star player accountable, they argue that retaining GM Joe Shane and promoting Kafka would result in a "stale" regime. The hosts fear that allowing Shane, whose roster-building track record is criticized (e.g., Evan Neal, Daniel Jones handling), to hire another head coach would only compound the team's long-term ineptitude. They stress that a "clean break" is the only way for the Giants to find new juice and finally achieve a successful rebuild.

In a world full of fake smiles, quick tempers, and shallow love, we are all producing something. Every word, every choice, every action plants a seed in someone else's life—either life-giving or toxic. And everywhere we look, we see the results of a world disconnected from God: anger boiling over, families fracturing, violence becoming routine, and hearts growing numb.   But what if that isn't the only option? What if God's Spirit could grow something different in us—something that doesn't match the chaos around us? Love when hate is easier. Joy when life is heavy. Peace in the middle of the storm. Patience when everyone else snaps. A kind of strength and goodness that isn't manufactured by willpower, but produced by the Spirit of God working within us.   That's the tension. Left unchecked, rot will take over. But if something greater takes root, it could change everything—not just in you, but in your family, your relationships, even your city. The question for you is… which fruit is growing? This week's notes in the Bible app: https://www.bible.com/events/49517395 Pastor Sean Kelly | Rotten | Galatians 5:25 CONNECT WITH US Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mpccgreenwood Twitter: https://twitter.com/mpccgreenwood Instagram: https://instagram.com/mpccgreenwood Website: https://mpcc.info/

Have you ever wondered what truly sets Christians apart in a world of moral chaos? Pastor Rob delves into Galatians 5, revealing how the works of the flesh—from subtle social sins to destructive habits—wage war against our spiritual lives. Through the text, we see the stark contrast between flesh-driven living and Spirit-led transformation. Whether you're battling temptation or seeking deeper spiritual growth, this message provides practical guidance for walking in the power of the Spirit.

The Time Riders: Part 7 Becoming A Slave Owner. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Cast of Characters: Mark Simmons: 18 year old High School grad, enamored with Miss Becky Fischer. He finds the time machine and builds a new life. Uses various aliases in traveling. Rebecca 'Becky' Fischer: Mark's Physics teacher. Very intelligent, in her later twenties, Shapely Tall Blonde, lusty bisexual, D Cup tits. Martial arts expert, Uses various aliases in traveling. Henri: Claims to be a French physician and Apothicary. Chester Edgerton: Time traveling mentor, living in 17th Century French village. Cardinal Richelieu: ‘The Red Duke'. Statesman and Roman Catholic Cardinal. Dispises Queen Anne. Alexandra D'Assaut ('Alexa', or 'Lexi': Lady in waiting (and trusted advisor) to Queen Anne of France, Lusty bisexual, Very Tall, Busty DD tits, long golden blonde hair, Blue eyed. Lisette: servant (and lover) of Lady Alexandra, young, bespeckled brown eyes. Short, shapely, with wavy dark hair, bisexual. Dhallyla: Mark's mother. Roxy: Mark's sister. Nanu: An Egyptian slave of Pompeneia Flavius, purchased by Becky, dark complexion. Pompeneia: Roman hostess of Orgies. Lusty wife of Flavius, Mother of Domitia, bisexual, tall and shapely. Flavius: Roman aristocrat, husband of Pompeneia, protective father of Dometia, Domitia: Lusty young daughter of Pompeneia and Flavius. A pledged Vestal Virgin, Escapes to Sumeria when sentenced to death by starvation by Roman court. Pompeneia looked at Nanu and spoke to her somewhat tersely. "You are now owned by the Lady Aurora Horatia, who has purchased you at a fair price from me. Such belongings as you might have, girl, will be leaving with you when the Lady departs. Understood?" Nanu's eyes widened and she felt her heart suddenly pounding in her chest in shock and delight. Unable to contain her smile, she nodded eagerly. Pompeneia looked back at her guest and smiled. "She is all yours, my lady." Becky looked at Nanu and smirked, making a shooing motion with her hand. "Well, what are you waiting for, girl? Go find that lazybones Bonosus and tell him." Nanu was gone in a flash. Becky turned to look at Pompeneia and smiled wickedly as she leaned her back down on the couch and wiggled her way between Pompeneia's hips, so that her mouth was at her hostess' cunt. "Now, how about I find another way to thank you for your generosity?" she purred as she began sliding her tongue along those sticky lips; Mark was wandering through the darkened rooms of the parts of the house not currently being used by the orgy, still looking for a damn lavatory. Why the Hell did the Romans have such fucked-up house layouts? He'd passed about ten servants' bedrooms already; was he just supposed to piss on one of them? He paused as he heard a quiet noise, one he recognized quickly as sighing. It had been coming from a room nearby, and it was definitely a girl's sigh. Or a really femmy boy slave. You couldn't guess in ancient Rome. Either way, he decided to investigate. He tiptoed forward, looking into various dark rooms he'd passed. He heard another sigh, and then something more akin to a moan. He smiled slyly, identifying the room it had finally come from. He crept up and peered around the open wooden doors to look inside; She had her back to him, but inside the dark chamber, which was obviously a bedroom, was a young woman, with her face seemingly pressed to the far wall, and squirming her hips beneath her expensive clothing and beginning to pant. She had voluminous brown hair worn up on her head, exposing a shapely neck, and her stola dress had ridden up high enough to expose her lush ass cheeks, which were quivering and squeezing while she fingered herself. Grinning, Mark leaned against the door frame and just watched quietly. He wasn't beyond a good show. A tiny point of light near her head finally showed Mark what she was doing; there was a small hole in the wall, big enough for her to see through, and she was clearly watching the orgy happening on the other side. She was also clearly having a great time getting off to it. He liked the sight of her, at least, what he could readily see; she had a great ass, a slender back and shapely legs. Her dark brown hair, worn in several braids, was just begging to be pulled on. He couldn't see her cunt from here, but he could definitely hear how wet she was. He quietly entered the room and glided up behind her. She smelled of iris and roses, a perfume he found thrilling, especially here in this dark room, both of them unseen by the scores of others in the villa. His cock, still hard and throbbing, couldn't wait to be buried deep inside her. He moved in close and pressed up against her, his rigid shaft sliding between her legs. She shuddered in shock and drew in a breath, as if she was about to scream; but he quickly and gently clamped his hand over her mouth and wrapped his other hand around her waist. Her moved his head next to her ear. "You don't need to scream or be frightened," he whispered, feeling her still shaking. "I am the Lady Aurora's servant Bonosus, and I just want to be with you this day;” She turned her head, her eyes wide, as she tried to see him, his hand still loosely over her mouth. Her body was still stiff in possible panic, but she hadn't cried out yet. He smiled at her, trying to assure her he meant no harm. "If I let go of your mouth, will you scream?" he asked. The girl shook her head. For whatever reason, Mark believed her, and removed his hand from her mouth, and his arm from around her waist. She didn't run, but she threw herself against the wall she was standing next to, almost clutching at it as she turned around to face him. Her eyes were still wide, and he could see she was breathing heavily. "See? I'm not gonna hurt you," Mark said, smiling cheerfully. Staying pressed against the wall for safety, she looked him up and down slowly, noticing now that he was quite naked. Her eyes lingered on his erect cock for several seconds, as if captivated by it. He could now see her from the front, and what he was looking at pleased him; she had a pretty face, certainly. Not exotic, like Nanu, nor was she as striking and just plain gorgeous as Becky, but it was a pretty face nonetheless. Her eyes were brown, her cheekbones high, and her mouth sensual and full. The face; he knew it. Lady Pompeneia and Master Flavius! This must be their daughter. He continued looking at her body, noting now that her entire outfit was askew; not only had her dress been pushed up around her hips in front, to allow her to finger herself, but the top of her dress was pulled down, no doubt so that she could play with her pert tits. They were not large, but looked perfectly full on her slender frame, capped with brown aureoles and nipples, which were still hard. She had a tiny waist and womanly hips. He was going to enjoy fucking her. "My name is Bonosus, like I said," he repeated, moving in a tiny bit closer to her. She didn't try to escape, but perhaps flattened herself a little more against the wall. He tried not to seem so forceful. And odd thing, since he was at an orgy, and was already used to just fucking whomever he liked. "Would you tell me your name?" She finally spoke, her voice low and quiet. "My name is Domitia. I am the daughter of your hosts, the Master and Mistress Flavius." "I am very happy to meet you, Domitia," he said, smiling and nodding. In his ear, he could hear the implant translate her name as 'she who is tamed'. He suddenly had a very good feeling about this encounter. "In the name of my mistress' goddess, Feronia, I would ask you to join me in making love." "You; you are kind, Bonosus," she stammered, her face pale, but a flush in her cheeks. Her eyes were no longer wide, but turning glassy. "But I must; I shouldn't;” "I thought today was a day where all people cast aside their inhibitions, and did exactly as they pleased," he reasoned, stepping a little closer, noticing that she did not attempt to move away from him. "I already saw you looking through that hole there;” Now Domitia blushed furiously, turning her head to look at the ground. "I am ashamed; I should not; I shouldn't have been;” "What were you looking at, anyway?" he queried, pressing himself against her, his cock now flat against her belly, separated from her skin only by the fine material of her stola. She shivered as she felt his cock press to her, and her hands reached up and flexed, without touching him. Leaning over her shoulder, her wondrous scent in his nostrils, he closed one eye and peered through the tiny hole in the ochre-painted wall. He smiled slyly as he could see that the hole looked out on the palaestra, the courtyard in which he and Becky (and several others) had been fucking earlier. Even now, he could see a man bending a slave girl over in the shallow pool and fucking her from behind, while two women beyond the pool were lying opposite each other, legs scissored and slithering their pussies together. One of them was sucking on the cock of a slave who leaned over her, moaning and fondling her tits. "Well, you were enjoying yourself, clearly," Mark mused, turning and smirking at her. She looked at him, trying to smile back, but then just blushing and looking at the ground again. At least she wasn't trying to leave anymore. "Would you like to watch through the hole again while I fuck you from behind?" Something in his suggestion made her tense very suddenly, and she looked at him again, her eyes now wide. "I; shouldn't; no, my parents must not know I'm here, they; I should return to my domicile." "Are you married?" he asked, thinking that even if she was, she had showed up at her parents' orgy and was making herself cum, even if she'd been hiding. Marriage didn't seem to be a barrier during an orgy, near as he could tell. By his count, he'd already fucked at least four married patrician women and three plebeian women today. "Yes! No! I;” she stammered, blushing again and closing her eyes. Against her will, she inhaled deeply, taking in his raw, animal scent. Gods, he smelled divinely of sexuality, of carnality, of; heated fucking. It made her instantly wet, and her body trembled in need. "I cannot;” He smiled slyly and could tell that she wanted to stay. Even though she was protesting, he could already feel her hips pressing forward, squirming against him, desperate to finish what she was started when she was alone. She wanted to cum with him. "Then don't say anything," he whispered to her, his hands on her hips now. She shuddered again, her eyes wide and glassy as she gazed up at him. "Let me take care of this for you, Domitia;” He couldn't be sure, but the thought she nodded almost imperceptibly. Her felt her tits press forward against him. Her name means 'She who is tamed'; He took both her wrists in one hand and lifted them, pinning them against the wall over her head. She gasped and shivered, seemingly cowed by his superior strength. Her hips squirmed against him again, her tits heaving as she almost began to pant. Her eyes were flashing now, and he could see lust in them, almost as if it was forbidden and impure. He would give her what she wanted, that was certain. Domitia sucked in her breath as he put his free hand on her tit and fondled her, the soft skin yielding before his touch, his palm brushing over the hard nipple. Domitia bit her lip as she tried to remain quiet, her whole body trembling with a need for release. Mark caressed her other tit as well, pinching the nipple and pulling on it gently, making the brown-haired girl whimper and squeeze her eyes shut. "No; uh;” she gasped. His hand now found her waist and undid the cotton strip that belted the stola, letting it fall away. Domitia was breathing heavily now, especially when he began to pull her dress down, revealing more and more of her body. She gasped loudly as she felt his hard cock pressed against her belly now. She pushed her tits against his chest, squirming with urgency. Her protests made less and less sense by the moment, although he surmised it was just for show. Girls did that sometimes. At least, that's what Becky and other girls he'd fucked had told him. Domitia seemed to be no exception. Her stola now pooled around her ankles, revealing her body. The one flickering brazier in the corner of the room revealed that he had seen correctly; she had a lovely body. Not an erotic fantasy like Becky's, which was the product of the modern era of vitamins, yogurt, quinoa, hemp seeds and CrossFit, but still lush and attractive, and currently given to a deep-seated lust he wanted to fulfill. Her eyes were flashing as they stared up into his, her tits heaving. She bared her teeth as he reached down and cupped her cunt, which was now dripping wet. His finger slid up and down her length, finding her clit and eliciting a gasp. Her hands, still pinned above her head, flexed compulsively. She was breathing heavily now. "Keep your arms above your head," Mark said firmly as he released them and brought his hand down, both of them reaching behind her and taking hold of her ass cheeks. Domitia almost hissed as he lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. She had readily obeyed, and kept her arms over her head, as if they were still pinned there. Her submission to him seemed very real and complete. Looking into her eyes, he held her steady, leaning her back against the wall while one of his hands guided his cock to her wet entrance. One he felt the engorged tip nestle against her lips, he placed his hand back on her ass cheek and began to push; Domitia breathed deeply as he penetrated, but then shook and whimpered as he encountered a barrier. Mark paused, but then felt her push her hips against him, and proceeded to lean forward against the wall. She shook and cried out, and Mark suddenly slipped deep inside her warmth easily. Holy shit, she'd been a virgin; awesome! She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her face against his neck, trembling almost uncontrollably. Seconds later, she lifted her face and look up at him, her eyes glassy. Whatever pain she'd been feeling was clearly gone, now. He could, on the other hand, feel a single, warm trickle of a fluid down the underside of his cock, and the air smelled slightly of pennies now. "You have made me a woman," she murmured, still staring at him. "Let us finish this wondrous coupling now. Fuck me, Bonosus, servant of Lady Horatia;” She put her arms back above her head again, her wrists crossed, as a sign of his power over her. Mark nodded and began pumping slowly, sliding his cock in and out of her. Domitia trembled again, at the feel of him inside her, hard and throbbing, her cunt squeezing around him. She sighed loudly, eyes still locked with his. "A girl could die this way, and happily;” she breathed, squirming her tits against his chest. It was a bit of a strange thing to say, he thought, maybe a little morbid, but teen girls were like that sometimes, with the weird, poetic drama. He'd fucked a goth chick once, and she was; Domitia grunted and began pumping back against him lustily, all her fears of their fucking obviously gone. She was hissing through her teeth, grinding her hips against him as he made a sawing motion with his, pushing deep inside her wanton cunt. He could feel her cunt tightening around him as she found their rhythm, slippery and getting wetter by the moment. She jammed her lips against his and kissed him feverishly, their tongues wrestling between their mouths. He held her tighter, thumping her against the wall each time he thrust his cock deep inside her. She moaned into his mouth, and her warm skin was getting damp with sweat as he took her. She might have been a virgin mere moments ago, but her carnal desires would not be denied anymore. Domitia pushed back for all she was worth, her arms finally coming down and gripping his back. They were still kissing in a frenzy, and Mark was breathing through his nose, his hips smacking against hers. Domitia panted and moaned into his mouth with each thrust, her fingernails raking his back as she fought to get him ever deeper inside her. Her need almost baffled him, because he could feel the head of his cock battering her cervix each time he drove home. The wet sucking sounds her cunt made filled the room, even over the sounds of their groans. Mark was growing warm now, and he could feel that the sex tabs he'd used had already replenished his cum, deep inside his balls. When he did bust, this girl's first experience would see her overflowing with cum, his cum, and it would be glorious. He wanted to bring her out of hiding and over to the orgy. He wanted to fuck her at the same time as he fucked Becky and Nanu. Domitia seized up suddenly, shaking around him and screaming into his mouth while her cunt clenched him ferociously. He kissed her hard, making sure she didn't alert the whole house, and fucked her harder than ever, making her wail into his mouth again. He could feel his own body heating up rapidly, the distinct, tingling boiling in his balls letting him now that orgasm was now unstoppable. Mark pulled her hard against him, pressing into her as far as he could, straining and arching his back. The floodgates burst and he began filling Domitia with his pearly cum, and she panted and almost growled at the release. She churned and writhed on his cock, her frothy essence smearing his entire groin. He felt the peristaltic motions of his inner muscles, spurting his cum up his cock and deep inside his lover, a glorious, blessed release. Best. Orgy. Ever. He sagged against her, breathing heavily, while Domitia went limp in his grip, sighing in deep pleasure. She was no longer raking her fingernails over his back but caressing it gently, almost reverently. It was kind of backwards, since he was supposedly a slave and she was a patrician's daughter, but what the hey, she was a total subbie, right? She purred as she kissed his damp skin, still undulating her hips against him and squeezing his cock gently with her gooey cunt. He held her close, his forehead against her neck while he tried to regain his breath. This orgy was barely half over. There was so much to; The screech from behind them froze his blood instantly. He went rigid for several moments, before his head snapped around and he looked to see who was in the doorway. Gazing at the entwined pair in astonishment, bordering on horror, was Nanu. Still quite naked, her face was frozen in shock, her mouth working soundlessly. Confusion engulfed him, wondering what had caused the slave-girl to have such a caustic reaction to what she'd seen. Was it jealousy? It couldn't be that; she'd watched him fuck plenty of other women today. He looked back at Domitia, and saw that she had frozen as well, pale with what could only be described as terror about their discovery. That confused him too. What the Hell was happening here? Endless feet seemed to come stampeding toward them, and cries of shock now echoed through the house. Master Flavius surged through the door and stopped dead, his eyes wide as dinner plates. "Domitia!" he said in a quavering voice, pointing a trembling finger at the duo. "What are you;" Lady Pompeneia, accompanied by Becky, now bustled into the room. The matron stopped dead upon seeing them, her body shaking. Becky's eyes went wide. "Oh, shit;” she muttered in English. "Father!" Domitia called out, still impaled on Mark's cock, but looking over his shoulder at her parents. "Mother, I;” She made to move, but Mark's tool shifted inside her, and she gasped in pleasure and began wriggling furiously, fucking him again despite their ever-growing audience. People cried out in shock, and Lady Pompeneia's eyes rolled into her head before she fell to the floor in a dead faint. The cacophony grew, with Mark staring in confusion and Domitia grunting like an animal as she fucked her way to ecstasy again, seemingly unable to stop. A patrician woman entered and shrieked, scandalized by what she saw. "The slave!" she called out, aghast. "He has defiled one of Vesta's Virgins!" As if in response, Domitia shook and arched her back, wailing loudly as she came. "Seize that man!" shouted Flavius, his face purple with fury. Free men and slaves both surged forward, grappling onto Mark and trying to yank him away. But Domitia would not be pried off him, howling in protest and still grinding herself madly on his cock, squealing through another orgasm, even as they led the pair away. Most of the crowd followed them out, still clamoring loudly. Some women helped the swooning Pompeneia to her feet, and led her out of the room. Soon, the only people left were Becky and Nanu, who stood in the doorway. The slave-girl stared at her new mistress, who shrugged rather helplessly. Nanu turned and followed the crowd, leaving Becky alone in the room. It was eerily quiet now, the noise of the crazed crowd getting increasingly distant; people yelling in outrage, punctuated by the distinct sounds of Domitia cumming yet again, loudly. Becky finally hung her head for a moment, shaking it and smiling. "Oh, I can't wait to see how this turns out;” she said to herself as she walked out the door. The Wrath of Rome The mightiest city in the world, lord of Europa, teeming with untold citizens, slaves and foreigners. Blessed by Jupiter, greatest of the gods, and fed by the ancient Tiber River, Rome stood glorious and invincible, crowned with seven hills like jewels. Not that Mark could see any of that from his tiny, stinky little prison cell. He sat on the dirty floor, sighing despondently as he looked through the iron bars that separated him from the rest of the world. He'd found a corner that was not sticky with the effluences of previous inhabitants of the cell, crouching up with his knees to his chest. He suspected that the tab he was wearing would protect him from disease and sickness, but he'd be damned if he was taking any chances. He heard grunting and groaning from the cells behind him, then an absolutely disgusting series of splattering noises as someone began crapping themselves messily. He wrinkled his nose in revulsion and stared along the bottom of the wall, making sure nothing was likely to seep through. He turned his head and stared blankly across the small hallway at the cell opposite. Out of the darkness, a deranged, naked man appeared, his wild, scraggly beard greying and caked with God-knows-what. He cackled at Mark and helicoptered his cock at the new prisoner, all the while trying to shake the bars of his cell. Mark shook his head and looked away, finding a spot on the wall to stare at. He noted some graffiti, in Latin, brown with age; it was either dried blood or shit, but he decided he didn't care enough about what it said to get closer. He'd taken off the ratty tunic they'd given him, because it stank and had things crawling in it. Since he'd been arrested and dragged off naked from the Flavius villa, with Domitia still impaled on him, they'd eventually attempted to cover him up; somewhat difficult, since he was suffering from what was essentially medically induced priapism. Even now, he gazed down between his legs, noticing that his cock was still rock-hard. Had the tab malfunctioned? Was he supposed to stay erect this long? What the Hell kind of sex were they having in the twenty-eighth century that a guy needed to stay hard for a day and a night? He closed his eyes and pressed his head against his forearms, trying to figure out how it had all gone wrong; how the Hell was he supposed to know that there was a Vestal Virgin hiding in the damn house and masturbating? He'd heard of Vestal Virgins, of course, but he knew nothing about them. He'd paid attention in History class only moderately more than he had in Physics. Seemingly, he'd done an incredibly bad thing. Like 'fucking a pastor's blind virgin daughter on the altar' kind of bad. As decadent as Rome might have been, you didn't mess with their Vestals. He wished Becky was here. He hadn't seen her since he'd been dragged away from the villa, and he hoped she was okay. He had no idea if she was going to be in trouble or not, since she was supposed to be his owner. He groaned and shook his head, wishing he'd just wake up and this was all a dream; “Damn!” "Shut up in there!" said one guard harshly as he walked by. "Gonna make me, tough guy?" Mark grumbled, once the chip in his head had translated what the guard said, even though he could've probably figured it out on his own. The guard whirled around and stuck his arm through the bars, trying to hit Mark with the cudgel he was carrying. Mark hurriedly dodged out of the way and grabbed the club from the man's hand; the guard's eyes widened as Mark glared down at him, much taller than his would-be assailant. Mark was just over six feet, while the Roman was maybe five-three. The man's gaze dropped to Mark's erection, which pointed at him angrily. "Listen, pal," Mark growled, beyond caring about his hard-on at this point. "Try that again, and I'll shove this club of yours so far up your ass that you'll have splinters in your tongue for a month. Got it?" The man nodded hastily, his face pale. "Good," Mark grunted, shoving the cudgel bac through the bars at him. "Now fuck off and leave me alone." The guard hurried away while the crazy guy across from Mark cackled again and babbled incoherently at his retreating form. Mark slumped back down and continued moping. He'd been in this little crap-hole for the best part of a day now, without food or a chance to relieve himself, unless he chose to piss on the floor. He felt rather justified in sulking. Several minutes passed before he was interrupted once again. "Well, you look pretty grumpy for someone who spent most of yesterday getting laid;” chimed a sweet voice. Mark's eyes flicked open and he stood up hastily, gawking at his Physics teacher, who stood outside his cell, smiling at him in amusement. "Becks!" he said hastily, wiping at himself as if he had clothes on, forgetting that he was naked. "Hi! Uh; I'm glad you're okay!" "It's good to see you too, handsome," she replied, her eyes trailing down to his erection. She was wearing the elegant stola and accoutrements of a patrician woman now, much more modest than her attire just the day before. "Guess your hormones haven't worn off yet, hmm?" "Oh, he's got a mind of his own," Mark muttered, blushing slightly. "Trust me, the lynch mob was quite a libidoectomy. Where've you been?" "Well, once you got carted off, I thought I'd better take a look into what was likely to happen to everyone involved," she stated, seemingly not that concerned. "Roman litigation is a weird thing. They have trials, and you'll have a lawyer appointed to you, but the court of public opinion really counts as well, it seems." "So, I really screwed up when I fucked one of their Vestal Virgins?" Mark asked, trying not to sweat. Becky smiled. "Mark, you had no way of knowing, because she never should have been there to begin with. Vestal Virgins don't, in theory, belong to their parents any more, after they're selected for the honor. For her to be hiding in a room in her parents' house, jilling off, is a huge breach of her vows already, never mind getting caught with you bruising her brainstem." Mark thought about that for a moment. "So; Domitia's in trouble too?" "She's in even more trouble than you, to be honest," replied the teacher, shrugging. "You, you're some shmuck slave who got lucky. Her, she broke Rome's most sacred vows. She might as well have squatted over and peed on the Sacred Flame they protect, to extinguish it. Everyone associates the Vestals with the spiritual well-being of Rome itself. If one of the Virgins is impure, it's bad for Rome." "Damn;” he said under his breath, frowning at the floor. "Well, what about you? Are you in shit at all, because you're my owner?" "Well, not so far," Becky mused. "I'm sure that can change at a moment's notice, if anything goes really wrong." "Really wrong?" Mark exclaimed, gesturing to the cell around him in exasperation. "If this is only moderately wrong, I'd hate to see what's really wrong you're going on about!" "Oh, don't be such a drama llama," she cooed, waving dismissively. "We'll figure this out." "Are you okay, Becks?" he asked, making a wry face as he looked at her. "Last time we were in trouble like this, you kinda She-Hulked out on everyone, remember? You kicked at least five people in the crotch, one of whom was Cardinal Richelieu." "Yeah," she said almost wistfully. "I think my system is flooded with hormones from those tabs, and they're making me pretty mellow. I'm still in love with you right now, for instance." "Well, not to exploit your chemical imbalance here, but what are the chances of you doing something to make sure the man you're in love with doesn't die in this cell?" Mark said rather insistently. "Oh, you won't die in this cell," Becky pointed out. "The Romans weren't big on imprisonment at this point in their history. They're probably either gonna behead you or crucify you." "Becks!" Mark said loudly, going pale and beginning to panic. "You can't let them behead me, I like my head where it is!" "Yes, you are rather attached to it," she giggled. "And don't worry about getting crucified, only I'm allowed to nail you, after all. And speaking of;” She slinked forward, smiling saucily at him, lifting the hem of her long stola, revealing her wet cunt beneath. She turned around, presenting her shapely ass to him and swaying it back and forth while looking over her shoulder at him. "How about you put that stout nail of yours in my tool box?" she purred. "Now?" he exclaimed. "Not like you have anything else to do at the moment, Mark," she pointed out, still wiggling at him. "Move up to the bars and stick it out here;” Ignoring his exasperation, Mark sighed and pressed himself up against the bards, his rigid cock sticking out the other side. Becky lined up her sticky cunt with the head and pushed herself back on it, sighing in bliss as she did. Mark trembled as he penetrated her, having to admit to himself that it felt good to be inside his teacher. Becky closed her eyes as began squirming back against him, sliding his hardness in and out of her cunt. Eighteen hours without sex had felt like eighteen years, no doubt due to the hormones from the tabs. She guessed that their bodies, new to these stimulants from the far future, were not acclimated to the effects just yet; not that she was complaining, mind. She groped and massaged her tits as they spilled out of the top of her stola, reveling in the feel of Mark's lovely cock splitting her wide and touching deep inside. She stood up and pressed back against the bars, keeping his manhood firmly locked inside herself, wiggling and swaying, but also bringing his hands around to her tits, which he now squeezed and massaged in circles, making her groan loudly. The bars kept them apart somewhat, but he was still deep inside her, and that was what counted. Until she opened her eyes and saw the crazy guy in the cell across from them, looking at her with wild eyes, his tongue lolling out of his head, and jerking his filthy cock madly. "I miss seeing your face, Mark," she decided, turning around suddenly and pressing close to him again. She made him hold the bars, steadying his throbbing cock while she sidled forward, taking him inside her cunt again, sucking in her breath. She held onto the bars as well, squirming her hips. The bars were too closely spaced together to fit her legs through and wrap them around his hips, but he was still deep enough inside her to fuck her properly. "Hmm, baby;” If any guards knew what was happening, they chose to not interfere or even be nearby. They left the wealthy patrician woman alone. Of all the places Mark had expected to fuck Becky during their temporal travels, this would have been one of the last, he had to admit. Becky pushed her lips against his, kissing him deeply and lovingly. Their tongues tangled as she fucked him, exhilarating in the feel of his hard shaft in her and knowing she was going to cum quickly, and hard. She broke the kiss and stared into his eyes, her own flashing with lust. "You gonna cum in me, Mark?" she breathed, grinding on him hard, biting her bottom lip. "I want your cum in me, baby." He nodded, breathing heavily. He'd practically forgotten about his predicament, lost in the delirium of fucking his teacher. He pumped his hips back and forth in time with her movements, her cunt tightening around him and getting wetter with every second. He felt his cock throbbing and swelling inside her. "Yes, baby," she gasped, her skin flushed pink, her body trembling as she fought to hold on a few moments longer. "Cum deep inside me, Mark; oh God;” Becky clenched her teeth and arched her back as she pushed forward with her hips, straining hard; she felt Mark push against her as hard as he could, touching her cervix, and she shuddered and moaned loudly. The dam burst and he began cumming inside her, flooding her cunt with his desire. Becky shivered in pleasure, squeezing around him. They both sighed as the orgasm finally passed, leaning forward and pressing their foreheads together. Her fingers knotted with his and she gave him a peck on the lips before smiling. "Feel better?" she asked. "Oddly enough, yeah," he admitted, nodding. "So what do we do now? I don't wanna die here, Becks." "I know, don't worry, we'll figure it out," she replied, caressing his face with one hand while lowering the skirt of her stola with the other. "I've just gotta find out some things." "Can't we just bust me outta here and get out of Dodge?" he asked, not sure what the delay was. She gave him a quirky look. "Are we just supposed to leave Domitia to her fate? It's your fault she's doomed to death, you know. And there's also the matter of Nanu and what to do with her. We can't just prance around the timeline and mess up things with peoples' lives, Mark. I know you do it because you want to get laid, but there's still real consequences. You're living one of them." He sighed: "Yeah, you're right. I'm just worried." "I know you are, my love," she said gently, smiling warmly. "Just let me see what I can find out. Hang tight and stay out of trouble, okay?" She kissed him again lovingly and whispered something in his ear before sauntering out. He watched her leave and then sat back down, trying to ignore the fact that his hard-on was now sticky, on top of everything else. Getting shot by Richelieu may be have been ultimately worse, but this predicament was certainly less convenient. Some hours passed, and his mood decidedly did not improve. "Hello, my name is Faustus, and I am your legal representation during your trial," said a dull voice from beyond his cell. Mark's eyes drifted over to lay on a short, pudgy, balding man draped in a rather worn toga. He had some scrolls in a satchel he wore over his shoulder. He assessed Mark somewhat disinterestedly. "You are the slave Bonosus, yes?" Mark nodded. "And you are aware of the charges against you?" "Yup, I unknowingly boned a Vestal Virgin," Mark sighed, standing up, figuring he probably shouldn't be showing anyone any disrespect at this point. "What can I do for you, sir?" "Well, ignorance of the law is not likely to work as a defense in this particular instance, given the charge," Faustus said, tapping his satchel with his fingers. "Normally it might mitigate charges, but not where the Virgins are involved. At this point, I'm trying to spare you a cruel and painful death." "Swell," Mark said, his voice laden with apathy. "So, like, beheading instead of crucifixion sort of thing?" "Unless crucifixion is your preference, for some strange reason," replied the lawyer. "There is also the matter of your fee for my services in defending you?" Mark frowned: "I'm a slave, what am I supposed to be able to give you? Shouldn't you be talking to my owner, the Lady Aurora?" "The lady is proving difficult to contact, what with the entire city being in an uproar about you and all," Faustus reasoned, shrugging. "It may be up to you to see that my fees are met." "I don't have anything!" Mark protested somewhat angrily. Faustus trailed his gaze down Mark's well-built body, finally fixating on his erect cock and smiling lewdly. "Oh, I wouldn't say that;” Mark groaned and thunked his head against the iron bar that prevented his escape. He was wrong. This was worse than getting killed by Richelieu's men. Trial of Mark. Mark now found himself going through downtown Rome, but once again spending little time looking at the city; he was being hauled inside a cage on wheels along the Via Aurelia, with untold thousands of people lining the road, shouting, screaming and hissing at him. Rotten vegetables and rock-hard bread pelted his mobile prison, most of the projectiles not getting through to touch him. Mark didn't care. He stared out dully at the cacophony and churning masses of humanity, fully aware that his erect cock was pointing at them. He looked at the famed Palatine Hill and saw a large, rotund temple there, along with a vast manor. Outside the manor, standing on those distant steps, he saw many women dressed as Domitia had been, with their hair worn in the same style, staring down at him impassively. He almost laughed bitterly, knowing exactly who they are. No young person, ever, understood better than Mark now how important it was to pay attention to your studies. After all, it was about to cost him his head. His eyes widened when he saw Domitia dragged out the front doors of the manor by several servants and forced to look down at him. She seemed none the worse for wear, except for looking rather distraught and haggard. He saw, but could not hear her cry out at the sight of him, before being yanked back inside roughly, resisting the whole way. His lawyer, Faustus, had informed him that he'd be tried in a public court, his sentence determined there as well. If all went well, he wouldn't be made to wait long before his sentence was carried out. The waiting was the worst part, the lawyer assured him. The procession took forever, at least in his estimation. He was covered in tomato pulp and seeds, and bits of lettuce and other debris were sticking to him. "Will they at least allow me to bathe or clean up before my trial?" he'd complained to Faustus. He stank and he didn't like it. The lawyer said he'd see what he could do. On and on, his mobile prison rumbled slowly. They entered a crowded forum, surrounded by the white buildings Rome was renowned for. He saw several landmarks, but barely noted them. The presence of soldiers became heavier now, guarding against disturbances from the famously fickle and moody population of the city. They arrived at the courthouse, and he was hauled out of his cage by the chains his wrists were bound in. He ignored the cries and vitriol of the crowd, who had stopped throwing things, for fear of hitting a soldier or important person. At least there was that. He was brought into a small anteroom, where a pool sat in the center. He was unchained and shoved into it, allowed to bathe. Several Roman legionaries stood over him, one holding a whip in case Mark dawdled for any reason. Careful not to anger them, Mark cleaned himself diligently, but also as quickly as possible. When he got out of the pool, they dressed him in a plain but fresh tunic made of low-grade linen. There was one rather prominent problem, however, and the commander of the squad guarding him looked at Mark's crotch and scowled. "Does that thing ever go down?" he snapped. "Look, you're not as unhappy as I am about it," Mark shot back, exasperated about his condition. "Believe me! I had too many oysters at the orgy and now it won't go away." The commander thought about the predicament for a moment. He couldn't bring his prisoner into the courtroom sporting an erection. He finally ordered one of his men to tie a strap of linen around Mark's hips, keeping the obscene erection fixed flat against his belly. The legionaries chuckled as he was trussed, but then became serious as they prepared to lead him into the courtroom. Mark took a deep breath as he was led into the chamber that would determine his doom. Becky was squatting in a hallway, humming quietly as she sucked on the cock of a young lad who was running documents back and forth within the courthouse. He was pressed back against the wall, his eyes closed and moaning in pleasure as he let her work her magic. He didn't know exactly who this patrician woman was, but he wasn't about to stop her, either. Becky bobbed back and forth, swirling her tongue around his hardness and gently caressing his balls. She couldn't believe how horny she was! It had been more than twenty-four hours since the orgy and these sex stimulants were still wreaking havoc with her libido. If this kid lasted, maybe she could fuck him? She needed a good orgasm. A horn sounded outside the courthouse, and Becky paused mid-suck, opening her eyes and turning her head slightly to look in the direction of the noise, her cheek bulging comically as his cockhead pushed into it. The young man was still trembling and almost whimpering, even though she was distracted. "Damn, is it time for the trial already?" she exclaimed to herself before she stood up, straightened out her elegant stola and hurried down the hallway. The young paralegal gaped at her retreating form, his body trembling and his cock throbbing. "But I; I;” he protested, even though she was gone. He couldn't stop it. He whimpered and danced about on his toes, cum spurting from his aching cock. He grabbed his crotch and sighed deeply, doubling over at the release. Too late, he opened his eyes and noticed he'd spattered his jizz all over the documents he'd been bringing for the trial; "The accused is named Bonosus, a slave owned by Lady Aurora Horatia," announced one of the scribes in the room, a rotund chamber that had benches lining most of the walls, allowing for spectators. Today it was crowded, because the charges were so extraordinary. "Prior to this trial, the lady Horatia has been determined free of all guilt, with no investigation or charges needing to be brought forward." Becky, sitting near the trial stand, smiled and winked at the presiding praetor judge, an older, distinguished man, who subtly winked back at her before turning his attention back to Mark, staring sternly. Mark stood alone in the center of the rotunda, his hands and feet manacled, a single beam of wan light shining down on him from a hole in the center of the domed ceiling. He looked back at the judge blankly. "The accused is charged with disgracing a sacred virgin of the goddess, potentially putting great Rome in her disfavor, and such charges warrant only the ultimate of punishments, your honor!" declared a man in a well-embroidered toga made of exquisite fabric and trimmed in yellow. Mark assumed this was the lawyer meant to prosecute him. "For this heinous crime, Rome must be cleansed, to appear cleansed in the eyes of Vesta! We demand this Bonosus be burned at the stake!" Mark swallowed and looked at Faustus, who was sweating and wiping at his collarbone, trying not to fidget. People around the room were talking and whispering to one another. The judge looked down at the pudgy lawyer. "What say you on behalf of the accused, man?" "I;” he began, already faltering. "Your Honor, we feel that the defendant, being a mere slave ignorant of all law and education, had no way of knowing that he was indeed in contact with one of Rome's sacred girls. In that light, while we do not protest his guilt, we ask for clemency; lashes, if possible, or exile beyond the Empire's borders; but if he must die for this crime, let Great Rome show its much-famed mercy and give my client a swift beheading." People in the gallery began shouting angrily in protest at his words, while many of the advocates and adjudicates involved in the case began laughing derisively. Nobody seemed to be in Faustus' corner about this. Mark flicked his eyes up at Becky, and she was simply looking in impassively. A sinking feeling in his stomach took over his senses. Despite his fear, his cock throbbed in yearning at the sight of her. "Faustus, Faustus," chided the lawyer representing the city of Rome, shaking his head almost ruefully. "My dear Faustus, you are so good-hearted, but this defendant of yours did not simply assault one of the Sacred Virgins, he did not merely violate her chaste body, he sublimated her. He changed her! He has corrupted her! Bring in the girl!" Mark's eyes widened as Domitia was dragged into the chamber, clad in her sacred robes, but with strips of red fabric bound to her arms and around her forehead. She looked terrified, but then she saw Mark and her eyes widened. Before anyone could stop her, she broke free of the servants holding her and dashed forward, howling loudly and falling to her knees at his feet. Everyone gaped in astonishment as she lifted his tunic, releasing his cock from its confinement against his stomach, kissing and then sucking on it hungrily, plunging it all the way down her throat in crazed need. People howled in shock and outrage at the scene. Mark, who hadn't had any sex in over twenty-four hours and was in horny agony, groaned loudly despite himself and gripped her head, pumping his hips against her face desperately as people rushed toward him and tried to pull them apart. Someone finally managed to pry Domitia's mouth away from his cock, but when spectators tried to drag her away, she wildly latched her legs around his waist, grinding and humping at him in a desperate frenzy of lust, the skirt of her stola giving way and allowing her to spike herself onto him. The judge and other officials watched in bewilderment as the fracas stumbled around the rotunda, with people trying desperately to pull them apart. They were yanking at Domitia, who was panting and crying out in ecstasy, while Mark groaned in relief and need, despite the people clawing at him and punching him. One enterprising and rather stout legionary knelt beside the fornicators and grabbed hold of them, straining to separate them. Domitia's yelps and Mark's moans became desperate grunts to hold one to one another for several seconds. Eventually, though, Domitia's legs gave out and she was dragged back from him. Mark roared in protest as he shivered and came a split-second after she had been pulled off him. His cock, now released from its warm, wet confines, smacked the legionary across his nose and spat ropes of cum in his eye and across his face. He wailed at the sting and fell on the floor, kicking in panic and trying to wipe the spume out of his eyes. Domitia was finally restrained, and her mouth gagged to stop her howling. She continued to struggle, but it was no use. At last she sagged, seemingly exhausted. Mark looked around, finally noticing Lord Flavius and Lady Pompeneia in the crowd, looking on in horror and mortification. He glanced up at Becky, but she was looking at the ceiling and covering her mouth, trying not to laugh. "This!" said the prosecutor angrily, jabbing his finger first toward Mark and then at Domitia. "This is what the accused has done to one of the sacred Virgins! Turned her into an uncontrollable harlot! She is so completely undone that she cannot think of anything except quenching the fire between her wanton loins!" Many women gasped or cried out at his unprecedented words, while men muttered to one another. Lady Pompeneia looked like she was ready to faint again. "This is an outrage!" Lord Flavius shouted furiously. "We gave our daughter to the state willingly, to fulfill her destiny as a priestess of the goddess, and now we see ourselves unfairly shamed! And this; this; slave; endangers the safety of us all, calling our favor with Vesta into question!" "Do you call charges against the Lady Horatia to ruin your good name?" asked the prosecutor coolly. "Oh, no, no, of course not," Lord Flavius said hastily, shaking his head and looking over at Lady Aurora. "She remains blameless in all of this, assuredly." Becky winked at Lord Flavius, and then subtly at the prosecutor, who smiled and winked back. "Jesus, Becks;” Mark muttered, scowling at the ground. "You've been around the pool more times than Katie Ledecky since we got here;” "Silence!" boomed the judge angrily, his face still rather purple from witnessing the lewd chaos wreaked in his court. "Centurion, strike that man if he won't show respect!" Mark grunted and staggered as the centurion standing close to him cuffed him across the ear. He stayed upright, but glowered at the man. "Wanna try that while my hands aren't cuffed, asshole?" "Silence!" roared the judge, turning purple again as other guards kept Mark from jumping on his assailant. "You are a creature of vile sin!" shouted Lord Flavius from the benches, pointing a trembling finger at Mark. "Yeah? Who cares?" Mark shot back, glaring at his host. "Your wife wasn't complaining yesterday when she rode my hog to the Promised Land, was she? No complaints from your daughter, either!" Lord Flavius howled in fury as he tried to rush the floor but was restrained. Lady Pompeneia fainted again. Another guard cuffed Mark on the back of the head, staggering him again, but this time he didn't have a snappy comeback. He looked angry, but his face had a tic suddenly. People were shouting and crying out in horror at the chaos the proceedings had become. "What manner of devil are you, boy?" the judge hissed at Mark. "Oh, I'm here to fuck every woman in Rome," Mark said sarcastically, tired of this bullshit. "I meant for a Vestal Virgin to be last, ya' know, sort of the proverbial cum icing on the titty cake. But the opportunity came up, and wham, bam, thank you, Vesta;” People shrieked in outrage, and Faustus pissed himself, staring at Mark in dumbfounded horror. "That's right, gents, line 'em up!" Mark said angrily, his face still twitching. Why was he saying these things? Was the chip in his head giving him Tourette's? He wiggled his erection before the entire room, since his tunic had got caught on it when he was separated from Domitia and it was still in plain view, glistening with her spittle and cunt juice. "Bring your uppity wives and daughters to me, I'll make 'em behave!" Faustus just threw his legal scrolls in the air and stormed off. Another legionary tried to punch Mark, but he dodged the punch and rammed his forehead into the man's nose, just avoiding his helmet. The man fell backwards, holding his face. Mark might have tried to kick him, but there were suddenly ten legionaries surrounding him, their swords pointed at his throat. Mark held very still, glowering. The judged barked for the legal scrolls he was meant to consult during this trial, but they were not to be found. He yelled for them again, and a young man barged in hastily from the back door to the rotunda, and the chamber beyond, carrying armfuls of scrolls. He dumped them on the judge's stone table and scurried off without another word. The judge made to pick up one of the documents, but paused; it was sticking to another scroll. He frowned and pulled them apart, noticing that a pearly residue was the source of the problem. Worse, the scroll pages became slippery as he tried to pry them apart. The sticky substance was all over them. And his fingers now. He quietly put the parchments down and shoved them aside. Once the judge had composed himself, clearly livid about the circus his courtroom had become, and once Mark was facing him again, he leaned in and asked a question. "Do you have anything to say before your sentence is pronounced?" "Don't you think this is enough of a sham that we should just get it over with?" Mark grumbled. "What?" the judge asked, confused. "I said, how about you get this show on the road, because thousands of my potential children have a date with your mom's face tonight!" Mark snapped, jerking slightly. What the absolute fuck was happening? He wasn't speaking Latin anymore, he was speaking Greek! "You mock us by speaking Greek?" demanded the judge, rising from his chair. "Do you seek to invalidate this court?" "This court is full of invalids already!" Mark raged, the chip inside his head sputtering. Apparently one of the blows to his head had made it misfire. "Get your mother out here already! And your daughter too!" The judge slumped back on his stone chair, as if stunned by what Mark was saying. Everyone in the court was silent, waiting to see what happened next. He turned to Domitia, who was restrained nearby. "Domitia, former daughter of the Flavian household

In this episode, we sit down with Michael, Founder & CEO of Rotten, the better-for-you candy brand that's rewriting the rules of CPG with bold flavor, unapologetic branding, and an omnichannel strategy built for today's consumer.Michael shares the unexpected origin story behind Rotten—from his childhood obsession with sour gummies to realizing the “healthy” candy world felt too clinical and joyless. Instead of leaning into the typical wellness aesthetic, he embraced rebellion, nostalgia, and fun, creating a brand that looks indulgent but performs better.We cover everything from branding that disrupts the aisle, to acquisition tactics in an impulse-driven category, to how Rotten approaches retention when customers bounce between Sprouts, Amazon, TikTok Shop, airports, and DTC. Michael also breaks down the surprising not-so-seasonal nature of candy, the power of founder-led content, and why an omnichannel retention strategy is the only realistic approach for modern CPG brands.If you're interested in brand building, retail expansion, customer behavior, or breaking conventions in a crowded market, this episode delivers a masterclass in standing out—by being unapologetically different.

Veteran ANC leader Mathews Phosa, a former ANC Treasurer-general and Mpumalanga premier, tells Peter Bruce in this edition of Podcasts from the Edge that he doesn't take talk of renewal in the ANC seriously. It's spin, he says. "The election of 2024 showed that (the ANC) has died from 57% to 40%. If you think that was bad, as we stand now it is going to go down to 26% unless something traumatic happens ... there's too much spin. When you say want to renew, what are you renewing? You're not going to take rotten eggs and think that tomorrow they'll make a good omelet.” Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See https://pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Neste programa, falamos sobre a versão do prestigiado cineasta Guillermo del Toro para o clássico bicentenário da literatura, "Frankenstein". Com 2h30 de duração, o diretor mexicano conseguiu realizar um épico que, esteticamente, beira a perfeição. Mas será que ele conseguiu costurar a forma com o conteúdo?  ::FRANKENSTEINfantasia, drama, horrorOnde assistir: Netflix e salas de cinemaAvaliação imdB: 7.7/10Avaliação Metacritic: 78/100Avaliação Letterboxd: 3.9/5Avaliação Rotten

Episode 194: Last time I left things hanging for Hamlet as, having seen the ghost of his father and resolved on revenge, he had seen his planning go awry as he mistakenly killed the old councillor Polonius while he hid behind a wall hanging. We have seen his daughter Ophelia begin her descent into madness, school friends Rosencrantz and Guildenstern become embroiled in Hamlet's feigned madness and Claudius prompted into a desire to pray, having seen the players perform a piece that replicated his actions in the matter of his brother's murder. That quick summary in no way does the play any sort of justice so please do listen to the previous two episodes on ‘Hamlet', my look at the first half of the play and my conversation with Colin David Reese about the language in the play, if you have not done so already. I'll be here waiting for you when you get back.Continuing a summary of the play picking up from the murder of Polonius, with Hamlet leaving and dragging the body behind him.The Character of GertrudeThe female characters and the players who portrayed themThe rise of boy playing troupes reflected in ‘Hamlet'The political position of Claudius in the Danish nationThe character of Osric and his role in the playThe themes of death and decay The character and actions of HamletHamlet as a tragic heroThe graveyard sceneA brief overview of the performance history of the playSupport the podcast at:www.thehistoryofeuropeantheatre.comwww.patreon.com/thoetpwww.ko-fi.com/thoetp Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In a world full of fake smiles, quick tempers, and shallow love, we are all producing something. Every word, every choice, every action plants a seed in someone else's life—either life-giving or toxic. And everywhere we look, we see the results of a world disconnected from God: anger boiling over, families fracturing, violence becoming routine, and hearts growing numb.   But what if that isn't the only option? What if God's Spirit could grow something different in us—something that doesn't match the chaos around us? Love when hate is easier. Joy when life is heavy. Peace in the middle of the storm. Patience when everyone else snaps. A kind of strength and goodness that isn't manufactured by willpower, but produced by the Spirit of God working within us.   That's the tension. Left unchecked, rot will take over. But if something greater takes root, it could change everything—not just in you, but in your family, your relationships, even your city. The question for you is… which fruit is growing? This week's notes in the Bible app: https://www.bible.com/events/49514818 Pastor Sean Kelly | Rotten | Mark 10:46-52 CONNECT WITH US Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mpccgreenwood Twitter: https://twitter.com/mpccgreenwood Instagram: https://instagram.com/mpccgreenwood Website: https://mpcc.info/

Hamish and Stevie react to the 3-1 defeat in Denmark. Celtic AM Audio - We'll be back on Monday after the Kilmarnock game Subscribe to Celtic AM for free here : https://www.youtube.com/@CelticInTheMorning Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

A espera acabou: chegou a hora e a vez de falarmos do filme brasileiro do ano! Nesse debate, você encontra tudo e mais um pouco sobre "O Agente Secreto", desde bastudores da coletiva de imprensa do elenco até suas reais chances - evidentemente sem nenhum traço de clubismo - no Oscar 2026.::::O AGENTE SECRETOthriller político, dramaOnde assistir: salas de cinemaAvaliação imdB: 7.8/10Avaliação Metacritic: 87/100Avaliação Letterboxd: 3.9/5Avaliação Rotten

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A friend sent me a photo of a sweet potato — but not just any sweet potato. When it was cut open, the inside was completely rotten… except for one thing: the moldy core formed a perfect smiling face.In this shiur/class/episode, we explore what this means — scientifically, psychologically, and spiritually. From the phenomenon of facial pareidolia (seeing faces in random objects) to the Torah's deep insight into Panim (face) and Pnim (inner self), we uncover a powerful lesson about joy, perception, and the soul.Drawing from Avraham Avinu's sever panim yafos, we discuss the true power of a smile — how it can spread like fire, light up another person's world, and even ignite happiness within ourselves. Because our face isn't just ours — it's reshus harabim, a public space that can change someone's day… or their life.

Neste programa, falamos sobre a cinebiografia mais aguardada do ano com todos os holofotes voltados para The Bear/The Boss. Será que o filme tem fôlego para chegar no Oscar 2026? ::SPRINGSTEEN: DELIVER ME FROM NOWHEREbiografia, drama, musicalOnde assistir: salas de cinemaAvaliação imdB: 6.9/10Avaliação Metacritic: 59/100Avaliação Letterboxd: 3.3/5Avaliação Rotten

He was mighty on the outside — but falling apart on the inside. Naaman had honor, medals, and power… yet beneath the armor, he was rotting away. In this unforgettable message from 2 Kings 5:1–15, we dive into the moment when a man's hidden weakness met God's healing power. This isn't just Naaman's story — it's ours. How often do we show up strong in public while quietly breaking in private? What happens when the mask no longer holds, and God calls us to the muddy river instead of the magic fix? Get ready for a word about humility, healing, and the freedom of taking off your armor — because sometimes, your breakthrough is waiting in the dirt you don't want to touch.

It's time to close out another month of horror on the Watchcast, and this week we've got the movie voted on by you! The patron! Specifically, we've got Argentina's When Evil Lurks on deck, and we dig deep into its portrayal of demonic possession as a fact of life that its characters are neither overly surprised by, nor especially adept at dealing with. CHAPTERS: (00:00:00) - The Nextlander Watchcast Episode 156: When Evil Lurks (2023) (00:00:36) - Intro. (00:06:07) - A little bit of production background. (00:13:26) - Kicking things off with some gunshots and scattered pieces of a guy. (00:18:19) - Meeting the Rotten. (00:27:13) - Maybe we just shouldn't have told Ruiz about any of this. (00:37:44) - Break! (00:38:04) - We're back, and it's time for people to start dying. (00:46:02) - It's time to get the kids...and the dog... (00:59:59) - Grandma's here to explain some things. (01:05:08) - Consulting our local Demon Cleaner. (01:10:30) - Mom's back, and it's time to split the party. (01:19:31) - A midnight snack, and Jair changes. (01:25:05) - There's always something unseemly about kids in school at night. (01:32:06) - It all comes apart. (01:38:37) - When evil births. (01:42:08) - Where's grandma? (01:47:32) - Final thoughts. (01:53:29) - List placements, and what we've got coming up next month. (02:00:52) - Outro.

In a world full of fake smiles, quick tempers, and shallow love, we are all producing something. Every word, every choice, every action plants a seed in someone else's life—either life-giving or toxic. And everywhere we look, we see the results of a world disconnected from God: anger boiling over, families fracturing, violence becoming routine, and hearts growing numb.   But what if that isn't the only option? What if God's Spirit could grow something different in us—something that doesn't match the chaos around us? Love when hate is easier. Joy when life is heavy. Peace in the middle of the storm. Patience when everyone else snaps. A kind of strength and goodness that isn't manufactured by willpower, but produced by the Spirit of God working within us.   That's the tension. Left unchecked, rot will take over. But if something greater takes root, it could change everything—not just in you, but in your family, your relationships, even your city. The question for you is… which fruit is growing? This week's notes in the Bible app: https://www.bible.com/events/49510404 Pastor Sean Kelly | Rotten | Luke 16:10 CONNECT WITH US Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mpccgreenwood Twitter: https://twitter.com/mpccgreenwood Instagram: https://instagram.com/mpccgreenwood Website: https://mpcc.info/

A look ahead at the astrological forecast for November 2025, with astrologers Chris Brennan and Austin Coppock. We spend the first hour talking about the astrology behind news stories that happened since our last forecast, such as the Louvre jewelry heist that took place on the Mercury-Mars conjunction in Scorpio, and then in the second hour we do a deep dive into November's astrology. The astrology of November features an explosive Mars-Uranus opposition at the top of the month, followed by Mercury stationing retrograde in Sagittarius conjunction Mars, and then finally late in the month Saturn stations direct for the final time in Pisces. We also discuss Uranus returning back to Taurus for the final time, and Jupiter stationing retrograde in Cancer trine Saturn. This is episode 510 of The Astrology Podcast. Northwest Astrological Conference https://Norwac.net Austin's website https://Austincoppock.com Chris's Hellenistic Astrology Course https://courses.theastrologyschool.com Timestamps 00:00:00 Introduction00:00:37 Quick overview of November00:03:40 News segment begins00:04:02 Podcast website back online00:10:14 Mercury-Mars conjunction recap00:22:25 Pluto first direct station in Aquarius00:45:19 Venezuela and Saturn-Neptune conjunction00:46:25 Uranus in Gemini and nuclear weapons01:00:43 Sponsor: Northwest Astrological Conference01:04:59 November 2025 forecast begins01:08:55 Auspicious Electional Chart for Nov 101:14:32 Mars-Uranus opposition on Nov 401:20:22 Mars leaves Scorpio, Venus enters01:25:03 Mercury stations retrograde conjunct Mars01:30:11 Mercury Retrograde explained01:40:31 Full Moon in Taurus on Nov 501:44:35 Uranus retrogrades back to Taurus Nov 701:56:04 New Moon in Scorpio on Nov 1902:00:31 Jupiter stations retrograde in Cancer02:01:30 Saturn stations direct in Pisces02:11:37 The upcoming "stress test" in December02:16:26 Rotten pumpkin analogy02:22:02 How astrological predictions are made02:27:08 Austin's projects02:32:03 Chris's book and course02:34:39 Preparing for the 2026 forecast02:35:38 Outro and credits Watch the Video Version of This Episode https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vz1KY69QXkQ - Listen to the Audio Version of This Episode Listen to the audio version of this episode or download it as an MP3:

Another bad week for Prince Andrew. You could say the man hasn't had a good week since 2011. Although, actually, he does live in a 30-bedroom mansion in Windsor and enjoyed a million quid a year from his mum.In this week's cover story Will Lloyd makes the case for abolishing the monarchy, and that the Windsors have always been more involved with British politics than we know. He speaks to Oli Dugmore in this episode.LISTEN AD-FREE:

In a world full of fake smiles, quick tempers, and shallow love, we are all producing something. Every word, every choice, every action plants a seed in someone else's life—either life-giving or toxic. And everywhere we look, we see the results of a world disconnected from God: anger boiling over, families fracturing, violence becoming routine, and hearts growing numb.   But what if that isn't the only option? What if God's Spirit could grow something different in us—something that doesn't match the chaos around us? Love when hate is easier. Joy when life is heavy. Peace in the middle of the storm. Patience when everyone else snaps. A kind of strength and goodness that isn't manufactured by willpower, but produced by the Spirit of God working within us.   That's the tension. Left unchecked, rot will take over. But if something greater takes root, it could change everything—not just in you, but in your family, your relationships, even your city. The question for you is… which fruit is growing? This week's notes in the Bible app: https://www.bible.com/events/49506998 Pastor Matt Pineda | Rotten | Selected Scriptures CONNECT WITH US Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mpccgreenwood Twitter: https://twitter.com/mpccgreenwood Instagram: https://instagram.com/mpccgreenwood Website: https://mpcc.info/

In this no-fluff episode, Shawn Gervais and Marshall Hill tear into lazy marketing habits that kill customer engagement faster than bad beer at a BBQ. From farm stands in Oklahoma to the global playbook of HelloFresh, they expose how constant repetition burns out your audience — and why switching up your message can turn dead leads into loyal fans.The guys break down how to keep your brand fresh, fun, and profitable without sounding desperate, and why personal connection still beats automation every time. Whether you're slinging details, paint protection, or pumpkins, this episode is your wake-up call to stop hammering and start connecting.

Rotten or damaged deck boards can ruin your deck and pose safety risks. Learn how to identify, repair, and replace boards the right way.

In a world full of fake smiles, quick tempers, and shallow love, we are all producing something. Every word, every choice, every action plants a seed in someone else's life—either life-giving or toxic. And everywhere we look, we see the results of a world disconnected from God: anger boiling over, families fracturing, violence becoming routine, and hearts growing numb.   But what if that isn't the only option? What if God's Spirit could grow something different in us—something that doesn't match the chaos around us? Love when hate is easier. Joy when life is heavy. Peace in the middle of the storm. Patience when everyone else snaps. A kind of strength and goodness that isn't manufactured by willpower, but produced by the Spirit of God working within us.   That's the tension. Left unchecked, rot will take over. But if something greater takes root, it could change everything—not just in you, but in your family, your relationships, even your city. The question for you is… which fruit is growing? This week's notes in the Bible app: https://www.bible.com/events/49503285 Pastor Sean Kelly | Rotten | Romans 2:4 CONNECT WITH US Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mpccgreenwood Twitter: https://twitter.com/mpccgreenwood Instagram: https://instagram.com/mpccgreenwood Website: https://mpcc.info/

Hey—welcome to Liquid Late Nights. Tonight's a laid-back, late-night ramble about everything from sketchy rumors about who's running the country to why your apples and bananas seem to be rotting overnight. We talk internet woes (5G vs. fiber), stale chips, and the ridiculousness of getting arrested for rushing a football field in Florida. Pull up a seat, grab a snack (if it hasn't gone bad yet), and hang out while we joke, gripe, and keep it real — like friends catching up after dark.

October 17, 2025 Ezek. 47:1-23; Ps. 119:33-40; Prov. 25:18-19; 1 Pet. 2:11-25

In this episode, Nick and Mac discuss the excitement surrounding their upcoming event at Elwoods, the NHL game schedule, and predictions for various teams. They delve into the Capitals' recent games, the promising future of the Canadiens, and the struggles of the Rangers and Sabres. The conversation also touches on surprising performances in the NHL and wraps up with a focus on their event at Elwoods. Chapters 00:00 Excitement for the Upcoming Event 03:02 NHL Game Schedule and Predictions 04:49 Business Ventures with NHL Players 10:27 Washington Capitals Performance Review 16:32 Montreal Canadiens' Promising Future 19:22 Concerns for the New York Rangers 23:24 Rangers' Scoring Dilemma 26:02 Buffalo Sabres' Struggles 33:58 Islanders' Concerning Start 38:19 Red Wings' Confusing Performance 43:17 Trevor Zegras' Transition to Philly     Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

There will always be difficult employees in any organization. Be it a 2 person group, a mom and pop operation, or a fortune 500 company. Rotten tomatoes are inevitable, and your job as a leader is to make sure those couple rotten ones don't spoil the bunch. The problem is, how can you handle them when you don't even know which ones they are? Difficult employees come in so many different types and trying to solve every type with the same solution is a losing battle. It also gets a lot harder to recognize trouble employees when, most of the time, the reason they're hurting your company, is the same reason you hired them. Difficult employees aren't always something that needs to be changed completely, most of the time they just have misguided traits you need to put on the right track. Learn just how to do that and so much more in this weeks episode! Show Notes: How to Handle Difficult Employees As a Manager(https://www.leadersinstitute.com/how-to-handle-difficult-employees-as-a-manager/)

In a world full of fake smiles, quick tempers, and shallow love, we are all producing something. Every word, every choice, every action plants a seed in someone else's life—either life-giving or toxic. And everywhere we look, we see the results of a world disconnected from God: anger boiling over, families fracturing, violence becoming routine, and hearts growing numb.   But what if that isn't the only option? What if God's Spirit could grow something different in us—something that doesn't match the chaos around us? Love when hate is easier. Joy when life is heavy. Peace in the middle of the storm. Patience when everyone else snaps. A kind of strength and goodness that isn't manufactured by willpower, but produced by the Spirit of God working within us.   That's the tension. Left unchecked, rot will take over. But if something greater takes root, it could change everything—not just in you, but in your family, your relationships, even your city. The question for you is… which fruit is growing? This week's notes in the Bible app: https://www.bible.com/events/49500877 Pastor Chris Franklin | Rotten | James 5:7-11 CONNECT WITH US Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mpccgreenwood Twitter: https://twitter.com/mpccgreenwood Instagram: https://instagram.com/mpccgreenwood Website: https://mpcc.info/

This week, I've been a bit overwhelmed with the weight of being a single father and career "gal." But on the bright spot, John is officially a New Yorker!Then, we had another interaction with Lucy's nemesis Baby Alice, and we learned all about the Ryder Cup golf tournament.Plus, we dug through some listener mail and parsed through the Salt Lake City taglines.For more interviews and behind-the-scenes tea, tune in to Andy Cohen Live weekdays on Radio Andy by subscribing to SiriusXM. Use my link https://sxm.app.link/AndyCohen for a free trial. Subscribe to SiriusXM Podcasts+ to listen to new episodes of Daddy Diaries ad-free and a whole week early. Start a free trial now on Apple Podcasts or by visiting siriusxm.com/podcastsplus. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

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In a world full of fake smiles, quick tempers, and shallow love, we are all producing something. Every word, every choice, every action plants a seed in someone else's life—either life-giving or toxic. And everywhere we look, we see the results of a world disconnected from God: anger boiling over, families fracturing, violence becoming routine, and hearts growing numb.   But what if that isn't the only option? What if God's Spirit could grow something different in us—something that doesn't match the chaos around us? Love when hate is easier. Joy when life is heavy. Peace in the middle of the storm. Patience when everyone else snaps. A kind of strength and goodness that isn't manufactured by willpower, but produced by the Spirit of God working within us.   That's the tension. Left unchecked, rot will take over. But if something greater takes root, it could change everything—not just in you, but in your family, your relationships, even your city. The question for you is… which fruit is growing? This week's notes in the Bible app: https://www.bible.com/events/49500043 Pastor Brian Holt | Rotten | Philippians 4:4-9 CONNECT WITH US Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mpccgreenwood Twitter: https://twitter.com/mpccgreenwood Instagram: https://instagram.com/mpccgreenwood Website: https://mpcc.info/

Get ready for the final episode of the year of The Best Damn League Show! Thorin, Peter Dun, and special guest Guilhoto break down the most chaotic LEC season in years — from G2's title win to the explosion of team drama and Riot's controversial franchising shake-up. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Jonathan Rosenblum is the author of a new book about Kshama Sawant's leadership in Seattle, called We're Coming for You and Your Rotten System: How Socialists Beat Amazon and Upended Big-City Politics.

Black Philip strikes again in the unrelenting nightmare that is WHEN EVIL LURKS. Set in a Pueblo where your kids have a good time, your dad rants butt-naked, and your Rotten is everywhere, this story is just the descent into horror needed to kick off Spooky Season at orwhatevermovies.com. Contains spoilers. 818-835-0473 orwhatevermovies@gmail.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

#4 of Series: Something Deeper This Way ComesIn this jam-packed episode, Brandon and Lindsy welcome Dana of Rotting Jewels for a wild ride through some of the darkest corners of cult history, counterculture, and covert influence. From the shadowy origins of the Process Church to links with the Manson family, Sons of Sam, Scientology, and MKUltra, Dana pulls back the curtain on networks most folks don't even know exist. They discuss infiltration into churches, animal rights fronts, and even Hollywood. With mafia connections, occult rituals, psychological warfare, and government psyops all woven in—this one's got everything but the kitchen sink. Good luck sleeping tonight.https://www.youtube.com/@rottingjewels Share our link -->https://join.unrefinedpodcast.comTimestamps:00:09 Cults, psyops, and tangled truths 02:32 How Dana got into studying the Process Church 04:49 Ed Sanders' early work and importance 07:10 Scientology's violent policies and Michael Carr 09:31 Game of the Gods and cult indoctrination 11:03 How secrecy works in ritual networks 13:22 NYPD investigator stories and ritual crimes 15:36 Serial killers, mind control, and network overlap 17:44 John Douglas, behavioral profiling, and coverups 20:04 Snuff films, pornography, and organized crime 22:19 Cult funding, real estate, and government psyops 24:45 Naval intelligence, Scientology, and spook connections 26:58 MKUltra, psychedelics, and John Potash's research 29:14 Dana's personal backlash from Scientology 31:32 Origins and myths of the Process Church 33:33 Legal documents, missionary cover, and Mexico exile 35:51 Transition to the Foundation Faith and prison infiltration 38:00 Satanic Temple and process theology overlap 40:18 Netflix's Sons of Sam and documentary distortion42:43 Franco's The Deuce and sanitized narratives44:58 Evolution of the Process into "faith healing" movements47:18 High-level infiltration and transhumanist goals49:38 Sirhan Sirhan, Blavatsky Foundation, and media cover52:01 Jolly West, MKUltra labs, and blackmail operations54:18 Haight-Ashbury Clinic and human trafficking56:32 Children of God and New York AG's findings58:44 Jonestown, tax exemption, and deprogramming psyops01:00:58 Best Friends Animal Society and Utah compound01:03:15 Temple activity, power usage, and secret research01:05:35 German Shepherd symbolism and Nazi ideology01:07:47 Nazi ideology and Scientology's dark beliefs01:09:59 Mafia connections, drugs, and Manson links01:12:27 Propaganda documentaries and buried clues01:14:49 Berkowitz's silence, longnecks, and prison threats01:17:01 Mafia spiritual figures and recent Berkowitz interview01:19:30 New Netflix documentary and future crime pinning01:20:53 Role of motorcycle gangs in cult operations01:21:52 Why bikers were ideal tools for ritual work01:23:01 Rapid-fire Q&A with Dana01:24:12 Michael Thevis and mafia-porn connections01:26:20 Final thanks and how to follow Dana

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If your roommate isn't picking up their laundry, you can always throw everything into a big pile and run the lawnmower over it! What's your rotten roommate story?

It's the Labour Party conference and things aren't looking great for Starmer. What's going to keep going wrong and what positives are there to look out for? Plus, the latest from conflicts across the world and a new conspiracy theory low for Trump. Alex von Tunzelmann talks Jacob Jarvis the news to look out for in the week ahead.    • Claim the Naked Wines offer here: ⁠⁠nakedwines.co.uk/thebunker⁠⁠ • We are sponsored by Indeed. Go to https://indeed.com/bunker for £100 sponsored credit.       www.patreon.com/bunkercast         Written and presented by Jacob Jarvis with Alex von Tunzelmann. Audio production: Simon Williams. Managing Editor: Jacob Jarvis. Group Editor: Andrew Harrison. Music by Kenny Dickinson. THE BUNKER is a Podmasters Production.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

In a world full of fake smiles, quick tempers, and shallow love, we are all producing something. Every word, every choice, every action plants a seed in someone else's life—either life-giving or toxic. And everywhere we look, we see the results of a world disconnected from God: anger boiling over, families fracturing, violence becoming routine, and hearts growing numb.   But what if that isn't the only option? What if God's Spirit could grow something different in us—something that doesn't match the chaos around us? Love when hate is easier. Joy when life is heavy. Peace in the middle of the storm. Patience when everyone else snaps. A kind of strength and goodness that isn't manufactured by willpower, but produced by the Spirit of God working within us.   That's the tension. Left unchecked, rot will take over. But if something greater takes root, it could change everything—not just in you, but in your family, your relationships, even your city. The question for you is… which fruit is growing? This week's notes in the Bible app: https://www.bible.com/events/49494198 Pastor Matt Pineda | Rotten | Galatians 5:22-23 CONNECT WITH US Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mpccgreenwood Twitter: https://twitter.com/mpccgreenwood Instagram: https://instagram.com/mpccgreenwood Website: https://mpcc.info/

This week on The Midnight Film Review, Brian is joined by special guest Jimmy AKA MovieDeathblow for another deep dive into movies, media, and more. In our open discussion, we read an email that leads to a discussion about the current state of horror.For Media Hot Takes, we talk about the book Rotten to the Core, the television shows The Paper, The Foundation, and Chief of War.We wrap up with our featured review: Alien Earth.Please check out Jimmy's work:YoutubeTikTokXCheck out more of Brian's work:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Kultofpop.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠TheMidnightfilmreview@gmail.comFacebook.com/kultofpopFind us on Twitter @kultofpop

The Rotten Revolution marches onward towards freedom or a pitstop at a fowl stream for a fishing Jamboree.

Wisconsin is on their bye week but there is still plenty to talk about. The guys get into the chancellor giving AD Chris McIntosh a vote of confidence, Barry Alvarez calling fans that booed and chanted Fire Fickell spoiled rotten, some bye week superlatives and our Week 5 picksSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The hosts dive into the sustained wave of protein-infused consumer products – from popcorn to mashed potatoes – and debate whether the market is approaching “protein fatigue” or merely scratching the surface of a macro trend driven more by marketing than science. They also recap Taste Radio's high-energy meetup in San Diego, spotlighting several new and innovative brands showcased at the event. Show notes: 0:25: Free Tee. Nice To Meet Thee. MDR In DEC. Poppi To Popcorn. Protein ≠ Pumpkin Spice. Head High. –  Ray encourages listeners to review Taste Radio on Apple Podcasts and offers a gift for those who do. The hosts recount their recent San Diego meetup, highlighting new brands like Birdie sparkling teas, cannabis ingredient company SoRSE Technology and fast-growing juice and shot company Sol-ti. They also discuss upcoming events in San Francisco, London, and the BevNET Live, NOSH Live, and Brewbound Live conferences in Marina del Rey, emphasizing early registration benefits. They turn their attention toward the deluge of new protein-infused products coming to market, from Kloud popcorn to Idahoan mashed potatoes, prompting a debate among the hosts about the limits of protein's market viability and consumer perception. The hosts also praise Rotten, a brand of better-for-you gummy worms, and highlight kanna-infused ANA brand Innerbloom as well as Happy Pop and Cien Chiles. Brands in this episode: Solti,  Straightaway Cocktails, Birdie, The NA Beverage Co.  Perfect Hydration, Slapp, Hoplark, Mother Earth, AleSmith, Bottle Logic, Fall Brewing, Poppi, Vita Coco, Health-Ade, Khloud, Idahoan, Mighty Squirrel, Cleveland Kitchen, Fave, Innerbloom, Happy Pop, Rotten, Fave, Cien Chiles

Michael Fisher was making gummy worms in his kitchen during COVID when he realized candy hadn't been reimagined for today's consumer. With no food science background, he started experimenting—less sugar, no artificial dyes, and all the nostalgia of sour gummies. That tinkering turned into Rotten, a candy brand with its own world, characters, and cult following. From a Kickstarter launch in 2023 to landing in retailers like Foxtrot and Hy-Vee within months, Rotten has grown fast by pairing bold branding with better-for-you candy that doesn't compromise on taste. In this episode, Michael shares how he built Rotten from scratch, why brand world-building matters in CPG, and what the future of candy looks like when it's fun and functional. Make sure to check out Rotten at: https://eatrotten.com/   Check out my new book on Amazon: https://amzn.to/4kRKGTX Sign up for Starting Small University to join our interviews LIVE and ask questions: https://startingsmallmedia.org/startingsmalluniversity Visit Starting Small Media: https://startingsmallmedia.org/ Subscribe to exclusive Starting Small emails: https://startingsmallmedia.org/newsletter-signup   Follow Starting Small: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/startingsmallpod/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Startingsmallpod/?modal=admin_todo_tour LinkedIn: http://linkedin.com/in/cameronnagle

On today's Best Of MJ Morning Show:MJ Once Got Caught Crossing The US BorderWoman's Sister wants her to change her dog's nameMorons in the newsClassic Crotchety - Milton Flips TruckNasty, Rotten kids in neighborhood MJ's Kleptomaniac Listeners House Sitter Confessions Dog Sitter Blocks Security Cameras Why Was MJ's Driver License Suspended Classic Crotchety - I Lost MommyCan AI Create Great Custom Songs Have You Ever Lied On A Resume Or Know Someone Who Did MJ Hates This Style Of Food Retail Tipping Fester Befriends A Killer Psychologist MJ Presents Hadley's Factual Facts Fester Had A Run-In With FHP Are These The Top Fast-Food Burgers In America Be Careful To Not Hit Gators On The Road Fester Did It And Tells The StorySee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

"You could drop a tarantula into his shorts and he'd still be cool." We honor the legendary career of soccer analyst Ray Hudson after he announced his retirement before Dianna Russini gives us an update on her kid's egg obsession. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

How do we break the woke monopoly in Hollywood? To find the answer, we tell the story of Rotten Tomatoes – the film review site that exposes the silent gatekeepers of Movie City. Along the way we hear from film critic Christian Toto, purveyor of conservative-friendly film enthusiast site HollywoodInToto.com. We also hear the late Andrew Breitbart describe a blueprint for winning the culture war. It may seem like the woke mob has a stranglehold on Tinseltown. But there is a way to loosen its grip…if the forces that want to save America have the will to commit to the plan.Support the show: https://redpilledamerica.com/support/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

How do we break the woke monopoly in Hollywood? To find the answer, we tell the story of Rotten Tomatoes – the film review site that exposes the silent gatekeepers of Movie City. Along the way we hear from film critic Christian Toto, purveyor of conservative-friendly film enthusiast site HollywoodInToto.com. We also hear the late Andrew Breitbart describe a blueprint for winning the culture war. It may seem like the woke mob has a stranglehold on Tinseltown. But there is a way to loosen its grip…if the forces that want to save America have the will to commit to the plan.Support the show: https://redpilledamerica.com/support/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.