Podcasts about Sarge

Join hosts Ed Voccola (Rick and Morty, Bless The Harts) and Chris Cullari (Blumhouse, The Aviary) for a wild trip through the world of what scares them. This week, the boys are joined by Sarge and Dave from Cryptid Cocktail Party to take a deep dive into the history of shark attacks, the most vicious on record, and the possibility that the Megalodon - one of the largest predators of all time - still lurks in our planet's waters. Don't love every word we say? Ok, weirdo. Here's some "chapters" to find what you DO love: 00:00:00 - Intro 00:01:57 - Housekeeping 00:04:21 - We're talking Shark Attacks with Cryptid Cocktail Party 00:17:09 - Are Your Afraid of the Shark? 00:27:37 - History of Shark Attacks 00:35:56 - Jersey Shore Shark Attacks 00:57:59 - WWII Shark Attacks 01:05:09 - Jaws 01:11:06 - The Bite Heard Round the World 01:15:54 - The Megalodon 01:32:28 - The Meg Sighting 01:36:33 - The Meg Tooth 01:40:31 - The Fear Tier NOTE: Ads out of our control may affect chapter timing. Visit this episode's show notes for links and references. And the show notes for every episode can now be found on our website. Want even more out of SATT? Now you can SUPPORT THE SHOW and get new SATT content EVERY WEEK for as little as 5 BONES per month by joining SATT PREMIUM.

(00:00) Hardy & Felger teamed up to play in the “Pickleball for a Purpose” tournament hosted by the one and only Rob Gronkowski. Hardy and Felger smoked in their one match against Gronk and the fifth ranked pickleball player in the world, 11-1. (19:01) Christopher Price from the Boston Globe joins Toucher & Hardy to talk about the new Stefon Diggs drama, and how it will affect his upcoming season with the Pats. (35:09) Lots of theories on what the pink substance that Stefon Diggs is holding. Looking ahead to Sarge and J-Stew sonics. CONNECT WITH TOUCHER & HARDY: linktr.ee/ToucherandHardy For the latest updates, visit the show page on 985thesportshub.com. Follow 98.5 The Sports Hub on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram. Watch the show every morning on YouTube, and subscribe to stay up-to-date with all the best moments from Boston’s home for sports!

(00:00) Some cage match magic with Sarge, J-stew and Andy Wong. Don’t underestimate the power of Kalhoon. (15:04) The pink substance that Stefon Diggs is holding is causing a lot of controversy. More speculation of what it actually is. (32:26) Some more pickleball talk with Hardy. Nick Gemelli talks about his hype video he made of Hardy and Felger playing in the pickleball tourney. CONNECT WITH TOUCHER & HARDY: linktr.ee/ToucherandHardy For the latest updates, visit the show page on 985thesportshub.com. Follow 98.5 The Sports Hub on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram. Watch the show every morning on YouTube, and subscribe to stay up-to-date with all the best moments from Boston’s home for sports!

On this episode of 10KTV Bossman and Sarge discuss the following topics:Wolves on the ropesFrost are back to back champsMinnesota State Fair in May?USA winds golf medal at Men's WorldsTwins winning in walkoff fashionBark at the park was RAINED OUTIndy 500 RIP Jim IrsayBear spotted in Maple GroveVoicemailsCall 651-300-2129 to be featured on the show

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In this episode of the Big Bad Broadcast, we dive into various topics that resonate with our audience. We kick things off with a humorous discussion about the absurd prices of razors and the challenges of personal grooming, leading to a broader commentary on the state of retail and how personal care products are often locked up in stores. We then welcome our special guest, the legendary comedian Sarge, who shares his journey in the comedy world and how he built a successful career in Florida's vibrant entertainment scene. Sarge recounts the unexpected twists that led him to focus on family and ultimately find a lucrative niche performing for retirement communities. His relatable humor and ability to connect with audiences have made him a beloved figure in the area. As we transition into sports, Sarge and John discuss the New York Islanders' surprising success in the NHL draft lottery, reminiscing about legendary players and the unique culture of hockey. The conversation flows into the nature of violence in sports, particularly hockey, and how it differs from other sports like football. We also touch on the evolution of comedy, reflecting on how the landscape has changed with the rise of social media and the challenges comedians face today. Sarge shares valuable insights on being authentic and relatable on stage, emphasizing the importance of connecting with the audience rather than relying solely on scripted material. Overall, this episode is filled with laughter, nostalgia, and thought-provoking discussions about life, comedy, and the quirks of modern society. Join us for a fun and engaging conversation that highlights the ups and downs of our experiences in the entertainment world! Check out Sarge at his website https://www.iamsarge.com/ OK! Had Some Fun, Gotta Run. The Big Bad Broadcast

Hour 3 of the Killer B's with Joel Blank, and Jeremy Branham! This hour included... Brendan Rodgers advanced consent deadline is Saturday, keep him or release him? Sarge with the reach of the century. Comparing what Golden State did to Jalen to the Pistons' “Jordan Rules” against Jordan Caller debates Cam Smith with Joel and Jeremy, later Mom and Dad fought Is his a Cincinnati Red or ___? PLUS, our Car Wrecks of the Day!

Joe Giacalone, aka The Sarge, joins me after a hiatus to discuss the latest with Gilgo Beach, Karen Read, Ryan Hemphill & more. Grab your coffee and join us live at 8am EDT!Watch on YouTube:https://youtube.com/live/QlQYtVpe-mU Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Send us a textIn this episode of Enormous:• We make a very special and enjoyable phone call• Reminisce about May baskets and May poles from our childhood• Review a recent night out seeing The Wiz (minus Sarge, who stayed home with a recovering pup)• Share details about the perfect campsite• Celebrate Sarge's birthday with a special dinner• Navigating recent pet health challenges•  Wrap up with The Soundtrack of Our Life  Make sure to subscribe, share, and leave a review to keep the conversation going! Enormous Website:www.EnormousPodcast.comVoice mail: (303) 351-2880Email: EnormousPodcast@gmail.comTwitter: www.Twitter.com/@EnormousPodInstagram:www.Instagram.com/Enormous_PodcastFacebook:www.Facebook.com/EnormousPodLink: The Soundtrack Of Our Life Video PlaylistLink: Male Diva EDM Spotify  Play ListLink: Songs Of Our Life Spotify Play List  

Bible Reading: Psalm 19:7-11As Ryder and Zach set plates and forks on the table for lunch, a dog started barking outside. "There goes Sarge again," said Ryder. "He's always barking.""This bark sounds different than usual," said Mom. "Maybe one of you boys should go check it out.""Aw, Mom, we're busy," said Zach. "Besides, Sarge barks at everything--squirrels, people, cars. You name it, he barks at it." Since Mom didn't insist, no one checked to see why Sarge was barking.When Zach and Ryder went out to ride their bikes later that afternoon, they stopped and stared at the empty garage. "Where are our bikes?" asked Zach. "I don't believe it!" cried Ryder. "They're gone! Who would have the nerve to come into our garage in broad daylight and take our bikes right out from under our noses?""After all the work we did mowing lawns to buy those bikes," said Zach. "Now this!" The boys rushed into the house. "Our new bikes are gone! Someone stole them!" Everyone hurried out to see for themselves.Dad returned to the house to call the police department and report the loss. When he came back outside, he stopped to pet Sarge. "Didn't we hear Sarge barking a couple hours ago?" he asked. "He was trying to warn us, and we didn't listen to him."That evening Dad read aloud from Psalm 19. "Warnings are important," he said after he finished reading. "Today Mom warned you boys not to ignore Sarge's barking, but you did. Sarge was warning us about the bikes getting stolen, but we didn't listen. In this psalm, we see that God speaks through His Word not only to teach us about who He is and how much He loves us, but also to warn us about sin." "You mean how sin separates us from God, and only Jesus can free us from sin and give us eternal life?" asked Zach. Dad nodded. "Yes, the Bible definitely warns us about sin in that way. But it also warns those who already trust in Jesus about the consequences of sin and how disobeying God can create huge messes in our lives. Let's be sure to listen, knowing that Jesus will always forgive our wrongs and help us obey Him." –Evelyn J. Behrens How About You?Do you take warnings seriously? God warns Christians about the dangers of sin in the Bible. Listen to Him and obey His commands. Is God warning you about something today? If you think He is, pray and ask God to help you know what action to take, and get advice from an adult you trust. God's warnings are one of the ways He helps you and guides you through life.Today's Key Verse:His teachings warn his servants, and good things come to those who obey them. (ERV) (Psalm 19:11)Today's Key Thought:Pay attention to God's warnings

For tonight's episode, we meet Sarge in Idaho. Sarge brings us a firsthand account that has stayed under wraps for far too long. Picture this: a quiet spring night in 2010 at Minot Air Force Base in North Dakota—a critical hub for nuclear security. Out of nowhere, UFOs appear—silent, precise, and unlike anything witnesses had ever seen before. These crafts maneuver over the base for exactly one hour, silently observing before vanishing into the night sky. But the story doesn't end there. The very next night, a large reconnaissance plane appears, circling the base at the exact same time the UFOs had the night before. It lingers for several hours before disappearing without a trace. We'll hear from Sarge, who was on duty that night and was one of multiple witnesses to this extraordinary event. And there's more—back in October 1968, at the same Air Force base, ground-based personnel reported seeing a glowing object hovering near the missile sites. It was described as extremely bright, with rapidly shifting colors. A B-52 bomber crew returning to base that night also reported visual contact with a similar object. The incident was investigated under Project Blue Book, the official U.S. Air Force program tasked with evaluating UFO reports.More information on this episode on the podcast website:https://ufochroniclespodcast.com/ep-330-the-minot-encounter-one-hour-of-silence/If you enjoy this podcast, please support the show with a virtual coffee:https://ko-fi.com/ufochroniclespodcastFollow and Subscribe on X to get ad free episodesX: https://x.com/UFOchronpodcast/Want to share your encounter on the show?Email: UFOChronicles@gmail.comOr Fill out Guest Form:https://forms.gle/uGQ8PTVRkcjy4nxS7Podcast Merchandise:https://www.teepublic.com/user/ufo-chronicles-podcastHelp Support UFO CHRONICLES by becoming a Patron:https://patreon.com/UFOChroniclespodcastAll Links for Podcast:https://linktr.ee/UFOChroniclesPodcastThank you for listening!Like share and subscribe it really helps me when people share the show on social media, it means we can reach more people and more witnesses and without your amazing support, it wouldn't be possible.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/ufo-chronicles-podcast--3395068/support.

For tonight's episode, we meet Sarge in Idaho. Sarge brings us a firsthand account that has stayed under wraps for far too long. Picture this: a quiet spring night in 2010 at Minot Air Force Base in North Dakota—a critical hub for nuclear security. Out of nowhere, UFOs appear—silent, precise, and unlike anything witnesses had ever seen before. These crafts maneuver over the base for exactly one hour, silently observing before vanishing into the night sky. But the story doesn't end there. The very next night, a large reconnaissance plane appears, circling the base at the exact same time the UFOs had the night before. It lingers for several hours before disappearing without a trace. We'll hear from Sarge, who was on duty that night and was one of multiple witnesses to this extraordinary event. And there's more—back in October 1968, at the same Air Force base, ground-based personnel reported seeing a glowing object hovering near the missile sites. It was described as extremely bright, with rapidly shifting colors. A B-52 bomber crew returning to base that night also reported visual contact with a similar object. The incident was investigated under Project Blue Book, the official U.S. Air Force program tasked with evaluating UFO reports.More information on this episode on the podcast website:https://ufochroniclespodcast.com/ep-330-the-minot-encounter-one-hour-of-silence/If you enjoy this podcast, please support the show with a virtual coffee:https://ko-fi.com/ufochroniclespodcastFollow and Subscribe on X to get ad free episodesX: https://x.com/UFOchronpodcast/Want to share your encounter on the show?Email: UFOChronicles@gmail.comOr Fill out Guest Form:https://forms.gle/uGQ8PTVRkcjy4nxS7Podcast Merchandise:https://www.teepublic.com/user/ufo-chronicles-podcastHelp Support UFO CHRONICLES by becoming a Patron:https://patreon.com/UFOChroniclespodcastAll Links for Podcast:https://linktr.ee/UFOChroniclesPodcastThank you for listening!Like share and subscribe it really helps me when people share the show on social media, it means we can reach more people and more witnesses and without your amazing support, it wouldn't be possible.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/ufo-chronicles-podcast--3395068/support.

On this episode of 10KTV - Sticks in the Middle, Voss and Sarge discuss:Stick taps/Take a lapWestern Michigan wins National ChampionshipWild are fully healthyWild sneak in the playoffsWestern ConferenceEastern ConferenceFavorite seriesCan the Wild make a cup run?Series picks Wild takes

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A Butterfly wants to kill the World?Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.Although Love is both fire and shadow, we often forget to take comfort from the coolness of the memories when the burning flames are absentThere were precisely two things, okay, four things, keeping me alive. The fourth thing would come to her later when her 'furious was replaced by her 'curious' ~ as in how I knew her inhuman lingo ~ which would lead to my legacy with Grandpa.The top three reasons -She had poked my chest. It was a challenge, calling for one of my guardians to come out and play. The avatar knew I was the chosen heir of the Goddess Ishara and my goddess had devoted a good deal of time and effort to my survival and continued service in her cause. If Ishara made an 'appearance', it would be enough reason to not eviscerate me for my foul treatment of her august personage.Nope. It seemed Ishara was busy at the moment.Still, she most likely knew SzelAnya had shown a keen interest in me in Romania, though I'd never told Selena, or any other member of the 9 Clans, the Dragon's Daughter had killed Ajax for me. Figuring out SzelAnya, a storm deity, had helped me and Aya escape from our kidnapping in the midst of a cyclone in the Pacific Ocean wasn't much of a reach.But no bolt of lightning coalesced from my chest to singe her finger. No clap of thunder. Not even a cloud with a hint of disfavor appeared above us.Her obsidian fingernail began penetrating my shirt, touched my skin, then drew my blood, and something 'twitched'.That would be Contestant Goddess #3. She wasn't actually hanging around me. She didn't have to. She'd left me a memento of our last shindig before we parted ways. That was the nightmare-inducing episode where she, the chthonic goddess Sarrat Irkalli, had compressed one man's body into a dagger and then proceeded to suck another's soul into it to use as a power source for an Airbus 350 (a commercial airliner, if you didn't know).I still had that snaggletooth-looking thing at my back. Well who the Hell was I going to leave it with? Honestly, the only people I felt could keep it safe I loved too much to curse with it. Anyway, the second her divine claw touched my blood, the long dormant weapon whispered to me in a somewhat bored, lofty feminine voice from beyond the grave,Do you want me to discorporate this pathetic has-been for you?Quick check. Only the avatar and I, and her priestess-savant heard that. Of course, in downtown, New York City, noon Sunday, how weird would such a declaration be? The avatar's eyebrow arched. Her big bat-ears (still looking human to the normal viewing public) flicked this way and that, figuring out precisely where the threat originated from. Slowly, her once poking hand began to slide across my chest, along my ribs and around my back.She touched the dagger. Nothing.Gingerly, she drew it forth. I'd had a makeshift sheath made. As the blade made its journey around me, she took a half-step back to better observe it."Please don't kill him!" Theddy squealed. "We haven't had sex yet!"Being 'who' and 'what' she was, the avatar did what came natural. Fortunately for Theddy, I'd become accustomed to working with psychopaths.She stabbed the dagger at Theddy. I clamped my hand down on her wrist. The claws of her left hand came down on my constraining wrist. My free hand came down on that hand, trying to pry it free. It was a hopeless struggle, except.Yes, my old friend 'except'. Except the avatar was holding the dagger. As powerful as Ītzpāpālōtl was, she wasn't pushing against me. She was pushing against Sarrat Irkalli.Ītzpāpālōtl was a living, breathing terror machine who killed and received sacrifices on a regular basis.Sarrat Irkalli hadn't been actively worshipped in 3,000 years.Uneven contest? Oh yeah.See, Ītzpāpālōtl had spent the past 500 years continuously fighting against the Weave to keep her fingers on this side of reality.Meanwhile, for the most part, Sarrat Irkalli had sat upon her throne in the Sumerian Underworld with hundreds upon hundreds of thousands of souls toiling under her watchful gaze for eternity. Sure, her version of Hell wasn't getting any fresh deposits, but she knew how to milk the system well.Even the bad karma for the dagger's creation wasn't hers. She'd stolen it from the foolish Gong Tau sorcerers who had meant to enslave my soul, aka one-third of the Baraqu-Alal-Cáel deal she'd worked out millennia ago. It was the Weave giving her a 'freebie' for playing by the rules, if you considered the Weave sentient.And now Ītzpāpālōtl was touching it. Whoops. It wasn't as if Ītzpāpālōtl was stupid. It isn't like there are tons of magic weapons running around, much less soul-munchers like the one I had. Rationally, who would give a novice like me, a weapon like this? I say again, 'whoops'.Once I'd figured this out, I couldn't stop being me."Theddy, do you like girls?""What?" she squeaked. Here was this psycho trying to drive a Smilodon incisor into her bosom and I was giving her a sex quiz.Ītzpāpālōtl was really starting to struggle now."I, ah, are you okay?" she continued."Oh, I'm dandy. I'm serious. You think this chick is hot? I mean, would you do her in a three-way?" I proposed casually."Timothy?" Sovann."Bro?" Timothy to me."It's all good. Sovann, you want to know what my life is like? This lady who came to discuss business with me today is an immortal mass murderer. You give the word, I'll let go and this knife is going to cut her up like a Ginsu blade on market day because just cutting her heart out isn't going to be enough. Worse. Eventually she'll get back up.""Timothy?" Sovann repeated, this time with more concern. He thought I was nuts. I released my left hand. The blade flipped up, twisting in the avatar's grasp. That was the point her minions figured out something was wrong."El Amado?" the priestess-savant called out softly. The three goons began reaching for 'things'."Call them off, or I open my other hand," I cautioned the avatar. She spared me a swift, hostile look. My fingers tingled."Esten quietos!" she snapped. They stopped."Cáel, bad day, or not. This isn't you. Stop it. The girl's in danger," Timothy spoke up. He didn't mean Theddy. He meant the avatar."I'm being a real asshole, aren't I?" I sighed."Pretty much. You never let the bitches get to you before. Girl pops an attitude, you smile and move on. Life is too short," he reminded me. Too true."I'm going to put my hand over the blade," I told Ītzpāpālōtl. "When I do, you can let go."She didn't say anything for several seconds, even after my left hand covered the semi-serrated edge."Why should I trust you?" she sizzled."Because 'me' letting anything bad happen to you would make me a total, judgmental jerk. I don't know you. Whatever you did before you showed up today shouldn't matter to me. I acted stupidly. I should have stopped you. I didn't. I didn't even warn you and I could have. I was angry, and not even at you. Just angry and I apologize. Now, let go.""Why?""Hi. I'm Cáel Nyilas. Can I have my knife back? Please?"Blink. She released it. For a millisecond, it wanted to do something else because bitches are bitches. It didn't, so my palm wasn't sliced open. My right hand took the hilt. I carefully put the blade away."Yes," Theddy gulped."Huh?" Sovann shook his head at the sudden evaporation of the life and death tension. Welcome to my life. Theddy meant 'yes' to the 'girl-girl-guy' thing I had proposed earlier. It pays to keep things prioritized."What is this movie you were talking about?" Ītzpāpālōtl asked. Had she forgiven me for anything which had transpired? Bwahahaha, no way. She was taking the initiative and going with Option 1 from my earlier insane diatribe."Wait!" Sovann nearly shouted. "You nearly, I don't know, threatened Cáel's life and tried to stab Theddy and now you think you can go with us to a movie?""I told you," Timothy put an arm around his shoulder, "life with Cáel is rarely dull.""I thought you meant he was fun to party with, or something like that," Sovann looked up at his lover. "I thought his uncle showing up, and trying to kill him and then being blown the fuck away by those women and federal agents, and that other girl who pointed a gun at us, is this the new normal?""I love you, Sovann," Timothy grew compassionate. "Cáel is my best friend. He'd never deliberately hurt either of us and normal friends are something he has in short supply. Today being a great case in point."Ten seconds passed."The title is 'As Above, So Below'," Sovann addressed the avatar, "and what do we call you?"Since 'if you are not a worshiper and addressing me, I normally am about to kill you' would sound really cool in Olmec-ic, but I might be asked to translate,"How about we go with 'Obsidian', please?" I pleaded with her.She knew I was currying favor now ~ and behaving like a weather vane caught in the wall of a tornado ~ she gave a gracious bow of her head."Obsidian will do for now. Is the Legend of the dagger 'business'?" Translation: it had better not be."No," I smiled. "It's pillow talk." Rancor, 'how presumptuous', followed by 'but that dagger ups the count to three Goddess interested in him', and next to recalling all the trivial babble about me being a sexual dynamo (I prayed my PR was that good) having some relevance. Her chimera emotions allowed me to get a few more crucial words out, because even women who aren't sleeping with me are jealous."Esta mujer fue la primera en ofrecer bienes funerarios tras la muerte dee mi padre," I reinserted Theddy back into my close company. For some reason, Obsidian considered me unreliable thus had to verify what I'd just said."Did you make funerary offering upon his father's passing?" she asked Theddy. Let's think about this. The wacko chick questioning Theddy had tried to stab a huge freaking blade into her not a minute ago. Fleeing in terror while screaming for the cops? Nope."Yes. I baked him some walnut and caramel chip cookies," she nodded. "It is a family recipe." Sovann looked over the three of us, then back to Timothy."I told you 'that's impressive cocking like I've never seen before'," he explained."She may remain," Obsidian 'permitted'. Theddy wrapped up my right arm with her left and gave it a squeeze. She wanted attention/explanation."Obsidian is a Master Vampire, Theddy," I leaned in and whispered. "Before she was turned, she was captured in a raid by the fey, mentally, spiritually and physically raped and made into their sex-slave. Part of her spirit never healed properly. While this imperfection allows her to walk around in daylight, her heart can never hold on to any emotion for long, so she is forced to forever seek passion, no matter how dangerous, from the world around her."Revealing secrets? Ha. I had noticed Theddy had every work done by Laurel K. Hamilton in her place, including the comic book series."You are not supposed to know, so act like I didn't tell you anything, okay?"'Okay,' she mouthed back at me. I could see it in her eyes. My chaotic life suddenly 'made sense' to her because a best-selling fiction author said so.Obsidian thought the movie was; hilarious. She couldn't stop snickering, giggling and poking at me as horrible shit happened to the various actors. She thought the plot was 'insightful' and wouldn't stop whispering to me throughout the entire thing. During the closing credits, I told her I'd get her the DVD for Christmas ~ she knew the concept behind digital technology, but didn't own any ~ she kissed me.The first kiss was fierce and joyous with the added benefit of her tongue doing things no normal tongue could do, it stretched. Not sure how I felt about that. The second kiss was more sultry, longer and came with some accompanying body action which, I'm no virgin. Not even close. She was on my left side, so when she twisted in her seat, her left leg insinuated itself between mine. Her left hand cupped my jaw and held my head in place as her lips played along mine.A dance of the scorpion perhaps? Tender at first, then suddenly stabbing, dominant and brutal. My lips and tongue battled back, using my superior Kiss-fu to nullify her natural strength and agility. She liked it. By her moaning, she liked it a lot. As the kiss progressed, more and more of her flowed from her seat into my seat, body facing me. Her body rose over mine, forcing my neck back to maintain contact."So, Dot Ishara is hovering around somewhere close, isn't she?" I murmured as our lips separated barely a centimeter apart. One chick kissing you to make another one jealous. It's happened to me plenty of times. Obsidian didn't give a damn about Theddy, or any other mortal woman in close proximity so,"Yes," she purred. "Do you mate with her?""A man does not brag of such things, but no, unless heavy petting counts?""What will she do to you when I steal your seed?"'When'? Why was I not surprised? Why was I not surprised another concussion was in my immediate future either? Was it possible I was, learning?"Chastise me for not fighting harder," I breathed across her lips, "and, in case you forgot, I'm on a date with the girl beside me.""Who I care nothing for," she sent a cruelly playful look Theddy's way. Wisely, the girl shivered."Who I am indebted to and how I honor my debts might matter to you," I hazarded. My words hurt Theddy's feelings. That was on purpose. Obsidian took pleasure in me hurting Theddy because she was basically a vicious monster."Yes?" I pressed her gently."Yes," Obsidian allowed, easing up slightly both romantically and physically."And Theddy, if you believe I'm with you solely because of some sense of obligation, you clearly haven't been listening to your recordings," I shot the human girl a wink."Oh.""Am I, or am I not, a sex-obsessed little monkey?" I teased her. Theddy giggled. I paid for my diversion with four obsidian claws to my ribs outside of Theddy's view. After all, it wasn't like Theddy could possibly compete with her for my attention. Considering Obsidian's legendary ability to rip open her opponent's ribcages and feast upon their hearts, I slipped my left hand, the one next to her between her legs and stroked her cotton-slacks covered cunt.Theddy hugged my right arm and put her head against my shoulder. Not to be outdone," Qu  un centenar dee hombres se quemaron vivos como el sonido?" Obsidian inquired with sexually sadistic hunger. Ah, memories of burning 7P Commandos.Whoops. Theddy knew Spanish."No lo s . Ten an respiradores en," I replied casually. "Si lo desea, puedo describir lo que se siente al tirar de una flecha de guerra lanzar mi propio muslo.""Eep," slipped out of Theddy's lips."Why did you do that?" Obsidian looked over us both."Well, I was showing a little girl I believed in her,""And she shot you?" Theddy gulped."No. She hit the target I was standing next to. A co-worker mistook me for a cardboard cutout of a Jehovah's Witness and let fly. Seems she had issues with organized religion as well as a reaction to the oscillation effect of florescent lighting and ceiling fans.""But why did you pull the arrow out?" Theddy asked. "Couldn't you wait until you got to the hospital?""Mosquito," Obsidian menaced, insinuating Theddy was a pest."I wasn't thinking rationally at the moment, I work in an asylum, I had a hot date in a few hours, any of those three will do," I smiled at Theddy."Copil such as Cáel don't bother with petty human conventions," Obsidian turned my gaze back her way with her hand on my jaw. 'Copil's were 'god-touched' in her lingo."More than one girl?" Theddy mused."Four.""Okay," she sighed happily."Theddy, three under-age girls and the police office he was dating acting as their chaperone," Timothy intervened. "He hurried home so he could keep a promise to the children, not for sex." Bastard. He really was my best friend. He didn't mention my post-injury, pre-festivity sex with Odette giving me a few extra, urgently needed Brownie Points to suggest I might be a decent human being."You are a wonderful guy," Theddy ran a fingernail over my free hand. Clearly I was 'wonderful' enough to risk Obsidian's anger over. The screen went blank as the last credits scrolled away and the room was plunged into darkness. Five seconds later, the lights snapped on.Pain!"Fuck," I hissed. It wasn't any extra physical trauma causing me discomfort. No, a metaphysical dam had burst within and my stream of conscious thought had been turned into a white-water rapids. The competing cyclones of thoughts in my mind had stopped cooperating and my hypothalamus was letting me know I was in danger."Cáel", "Cáel", "Bro", and "Ishara" all came in rapid succession. I needed some space both tangible and social."I need to step outside," I eased Obsidian off me and stood up. My sense of my personal danger was ratcheting up. While I had been studying Obsidian, so I could screw her, I had discovered more and more Alal-badness.The light display had ignited a series of pressing implanted memories which had been clamoring for my attention. Things like not all 'divinities' were stewards of the Weave. Some even wanted its destruction, preferring risking all on a chaotic restructuring of reality over what existed now ~ things like Obsidian. They weren't attempting to do so because they thought they had no chance.But there was. A real serious chance to unravel reality existed; and it was staring her in the face. It wasn't 'me' as in 'I was the Anti-Christ'. But with the torrent of memories pouring forth, I knew where the peril lay and I was completely responsible for it. Hell, I was a prime ally of Armageddon and hadn't even known it.'Holy Shit!'I blinked. Timothy was shaking me. We were out in the lobby."Oh my God, Timothy," I nearly wept. "What am I going to do?""I have no idea what you are talking about. Is there someone you can talk to about this?" he suggested. Normal folks were around us. Obsidian was at my side. Sovann was behind Timothy with an arm around Theddy's shoulder."Theddy," I looked at her. "Can I catch up with you later? I just realized I've screwed up something fierce." I put my best 'really don't want to go but I gotta' face on. Her worried look brightened, she slipped around Timothy and gave me a tingling French kiss."I'll hold you to that, Cáel," she murmured when we parted."Timothy, go home, I got shit to deal with," I hoped my grin didn't become as feeble as I felt it to be."I," he started to say something. "Time not to ask questions?""Yeah.""Okay.""Wait." I pulled us to the side and went on to my toes, leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Tell Pamela 'he' sent Ajax to kill the Professor, his family and the sisters. They were the targets all along. It wasn't me, or the other women. Just in case,""Okay," Timothy patted my arm. It was cryptic. It was the best I could do. See, I wanted to cry so badly.{2:09 pm Sunday, September 7th ~ Last day}Where to begin:Every mythology across the globe has some creature, or creatures, which threatens Existence. Usually a God, or a Hero-God, slays the creature and everything is right with the world, except such a being, being older than Existence itself, can't really die, so they are carved up, buried ~ what have you.Illuyankamunus was one such manifestation of this underlying cancerous desire to destroy reality. He'd had a far more real child, SzelAnya, and she's never quite given up on her dad. Of far greater critical importance, she was 'part' of Illuyankamunus, somewhat in the way I was part of Alal and Baraqu. And yes, that meant all the offspring of Bolu, the guy I'd praised a few hours earlier, held the seeds of that malignant deity as well.And Alal knew it. He hadn't been killing off the descendants. He'd left that task up to a group far more capable of the task, the Egyptian Rite, who knew a fucking threat to existence when they saw it. Lest I forget, No secret society are the 'good guys'. Also lest I forget, I alone decided to go after the Arinniti sons to fulfill Vranus' quest. I had no divine mandate I was aware of nor any real world orders.Inadvertently, I had rounded up the last five mortal remains of Illuyankamunus in one place for convenient disposal in a remote Transylvanian town. The only problem was: if someone didn't get to them quickly, I was also about to whisk them into the loving (and heavy-armed) protective embrace of the Amazon Host, where the completion of centuries of culling would have suddenly become a cast-iron bitch instead of a simple disposal.Enter Ajax. Yeah, I bet the Egyptians were trying to figure out how I stopped him as well as Alal. I thought I was being clever by not telling most of the world. In fact, they most likely suspected; and the reality of SzelAnya watching over me was much more terrifying. Ishara had put a serious curse on the Amazons, yet her curse only affected her followers, the Amazons, who were fair game.SzelAnya had killed someone for me, and I hadn't been one of her followers. Thus I had committed a blasphemous act only a magician of some significant ability could have managed. I wasn't a sorcerer, but I had a cornucopia of mystic knowledge rolling around in my noggin. Trying to figure all this out was one of my major headaches.The others?I even suspected I knew who betrayed me ~ kinda. They didn't do it on purpose. At least I hope they didn't, because my odds-on favorite was my Mother by way of Captain Delilah Faircloth. Realistically, there was only one secret society who might help her against Grandpa and that was the Egyptian Rite, and they did send three people to Dad's funeral including two 'somebodies'. I'm an idiot.I'd chatted away in fluent New Kingdom Egyptian and it never occurred to me how odd it was for two of them to also be so fluent in it. Know it, sure, but as fluent as Kimberly had taught me to be? That should have been a Red Flag.The Earth & Sky had sent Iskender, who should have been the benchmark I judged the other delegations by, damn it.Three Condos? They'd killed my Dad and their guys had been flunkies.The 7 Pillars had been nobodies, which they'd proven by their inaction.Now I had to question why I had 3 actual  9-Clans  assassins at my dad's funeral too. Holy Ishara, I wasn't nearly paranoid enough.Anyway, why would the Amazons be aiding and abetting the End of All Life on Earth? Normally, they wouldn't be, but 3000 years ago, the majority of Human life did a colossal dump on the Amazons. And when they needed help, they got it in the form of SzelAnya and her dual-sex followers. I seriously doubt they told the Amazons their purpose was to resurrect SzelAnya's daddy. I imagine the Amazons didn't pry too much either.It turned out almost to be okay. During the 2nd Betrayal, the Amazons betrayed SzelAnya and almost short-circuited her plans by exterminating her lineage.Except for the Arinniti elders and Bolu. Good old 'except'.I can imagine when the Egyptians heard about the 2nd Betrayal, they figured they were 'okay'. Those wacky Amazons had inadvertently done the world a favor. Except an act of maternal love kept a slender hope of Illuyankamunus' return alive. By the time the Egyptians realized they'd been prematurely hopeful, Bolu's descendants were all over the Balkans and hunting them down had proven difficult.But, it gets worse. Much worse.When those Gods shattered Illuyankamunus, they scattered him in the relative certainty no one would ever gather the parts back together.His flesh was scattered across the land, modern day Turkey, but encompassing everything from Pakistan to Italy and Egypt to Poland. The flesh became soil, then plants, the things that eat plants, then food for humans. Get the picture.Whoops. SzelAnya had been doing just that for centuries upon centuries every time she mated with a mortal of Illuyankamunus' line and had offspring, they accumulated his energy, which made hunting down the few remaining ones easier to find, since they were 'beacons of badness', except...There were two key pieces missing which SzelAnya could never get. After all, you would think burying them on the far side of the world would matter, right?The 'breath of Illuyankamunus' ~ his cosmic fire ~ they buried in a volcano in a distant land far across the Great Sea. His spirit 'body' they imprisoned in a great river, again, across the Great Sea.But wait, it gets worse.The being standing next to me knew precisely where the 'breath of Illuyankamunus' was. Seems Mesoamerica is laced with volcanos. They'd discovered 'the breath' long ago and used it as a weapon called Xiuhcoatl. Better yet, Alal suspected she and her buddies were more than happy to reunite it with the rest if they thought the Weave itself wouldn't annihilate them for daring to do so.In their current, weakened state they were vulnerable to such a karmic backlash. In theory, a reborn Illuyankamunus would have access to power beyond the bounds of the Weave, older and more terrifying. Still, without the mortal remains to anchor the energy, giving it to the spirit would be pointless.Alal knew where the spirit body was (in general), but that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was where it was,Of all the places the Arinniti sons could have fled to, they had to choose Brazil, the burial place of the restive spirit body of Illuyankamunus. Mother-fucker.And Ildiko 'Alkonyka' aka Dusk Lovasz had sworn she'd travel to Brazil to fulfill Bolu's side of the quest in the same way I was holding up Vranus' end. If I tried to stop her, SzelAnya would know something was up. Fuck.I was processing all of this when Obsidian violently yanked me out of the way. A cabby had swerved to avoid a flurry of trash and nearly run over us. It was the third near-concussive experience in the past five minutes she'd help me avoid while she had walked by my side. I'd been mumbling like a madman."That would be my Goddess wanting to talk with me," I looked her way."I know," she gave me a clever smile."She's really not going to like that," I shook my head."I know that too," she kept smiling. "Where is your mind?""Five lives away from making the world a safer place," I sighed."Safer for who?" she purred. Where were all the bimbos? Not only was it an insightful question, it cut straight to the heart of my dilemma.What decision could I make? If I elected to help my fellow Amazons, I risked screwing with the world. In truth, I was risking everything even if I did nothing. Well Dad was always clear that things didn't change by themselves. You needed to do something that would have an effect. So, 'What are you going to do?'More to the point, I wasn't Grandad. Killing the last five of the line of Illuyankamunus wasn't 'me', so it wasn't going to be something I'd worry about.SzelAnya wanted to bring back her Dad, I could understand that. I'd have to figure out a way for her to believe this world sticking around was more important. How? Well, I had a goddess-like creature right in front of me to probe for ideas."You are an immortal," Obsidian commented. She'd been weighing her opinion for some time. I could tell by the wonderment with which she gifted each word."What? No. I can die.""No. I don't think so. Your wounds. Normally the wounds I inflict flow freely for some time. Yours have already scabbed over," her eyes flickered to the various minor scars she'd imparted to me in the few hours we'd been together.Of course, her idea was insane, Oh God No! I was in Grandad's body. Well Duh! His body was supposed to be immortal."Are you sure?" I looked deep into her eyes."You are a young immortal, the youngest I've ever met, but you are an immortal," she seemed to be convincing herself as much as me.Stupid Assumption (on my part)! I wasn't in Alal's body. I was in Cáel's. Because the Cáel soul shard was young, Alal hadn't been able to find it because it had moved through Time, to me, sonofabitch! 'I' hadn't been around for him to find. No! I was making yet another damn assumption.What did I know? When Pamela found Baraqu, it had been in an object, not a person, though she had been short on details. When the Alal-shard went to the Land of the Endless Black Sands to bring Saku back, the Cáel-shard had been in reality, so it had been allowed to create a body, 'me'. Still, the curse Sarrat Irkalli placed on Baraqu was on Alal and myself as well, which meant I might just be immortal.My Alal-mind agreed with Obsidian's assessment. In his first years, his healing had been slow, still taking days for what took mortal people weeks. I'd stupidly attributed my swift recovery to Amazon medicines, ugh. Because I got wounded more than most Security Detail trainees while concurrently entertaining two and three sex partners."Can you talk with Dot Ishara?" I asked her."Yes, but why would I?""Sex?""We are going to have sex anyway," she smiled. I'd tricked her. Set her up with the right so I could now drop her with the left."I can bring the mbo  tat  back to life," I pledged. That was not what she was expecting at all. "If you bring the Xiuhcoatl, I can bring the flesh and we can unite the three." Mbo  tat  was the Tupi name for the legendary 'fiery serpent' of the Amazon Basin. In Portuguese, it had become Boi-tat , a will-o-wisp with a confused, Christianized mythology ~ a serpent dwelling in darkness, devouring the eyes of corpses, glowing in the forests at night."Where is the flesh?" she whispered."In his mortal children," I replied."Who?""You are a monster, Ītzpāpālōtl. I'm not going to tell you and you don't have the time to drag the information out of my mind before my allies drop on you like a nuclear detonation," I drew my body tightly to her."Why would the Amazons do this?""They are not. This is a deal between you and me," I kissed her lips. I pulled back. A few seconds later she kissed me back."Why?""My grandfather had my father murdered and I would avenge him. In the end, despite my father's Amazon heritage, my 'Sisters' will let his death go unavenged for the greater good of the Host. He was a man and they will never look beyond that ~ they will never value his life as they would that of a woman.""Your mother's father?""Yes. Cáel O'Shea of the Illuminati.""We are not at war with the Illuminati," she murmured. It was a casual observation, not a protest."You are at war with Cáel O'Shea.""He was slain.""He didn't stay dead.""You know much more than you are saying," she was finally catching on."Absolutely.""I need much more than a few names to convince my kin to help," she purred, a cocktail of sexual immersion and flesh-flaying pain."I don't work for you. You are agreeing to work for me," I was hard as iron in more than one way. Why? Boundaries. She lived in a world where only the fundamentals of reality constrained her. Having a human, no matter how polished my pedigree, or how much I might appear to be 'special', tell her 'you are not the boss' in a reasonable fashion was new and very unwelcome."What would make you think that?""My mentor taught me knowledge is a curse. It is our inability to forget, and I can see into your soul, Ītzpāpālōtl. You care not one wit for the life of an assassin. But the thought of the other 'Factors' of the 9 Clans treating you as an equal galls you almost as much as the crushing reality that you need them."You have lived 500 years in chains and I'm offering you a desperate grab at freedom," I added."Your brief glimpse of immortality gives you no insight into my existence," she bristled."Oh, how many have given up? How many have decided the fight was no longer worth it and faded from the Sunlight to make their final trip into the Underworld, never to return? Do you even visit them?" I spoke with a voice tinged with compassion and loss. I pulled upon the pitiless, blank memories of a childless Alal all those centuries and imprinted on them my own fears of fatherhood and failure."How do you know so much?" she let her fa ade crack, then blow away, in the hollowness of her own sorrow. How could I pity such a monster? I could because I was me and I wouldn't surrender that to the barbaric past and most likely horrific future. I pulled her close, resting my chin on the top of her head."You are not the first, wonderful, very bright woman who has stepped into my life, Obsidian," I whispered. "You are not even the first divinity. For all the millions of differences enforced by power and time, I think love, hate and the conflict between the two wear upon us all. If anything, you face an endless parade of hope and misery. Even if you chose to ignore it, you have seen it and perhaps it leaves its marks ~ water scarring the rocks of a riverbed."We paused. I was able to peripherally scan about and realize we'd made it to Central Park ~ the Ramble and off the beaten path."Your Goddess is a fool for not keeping you closer," she murmured."She does keep me close. You have been actively keeping me from her," I reminded my guest. "She also plays by the rules, so is of limited help in my plans for vengeance."Translation: I could enlist Ītzpāpālōtl's aid while still remaining loyal to my matron Goddess. Ishara could not provide what I needed and my Amazons wouldn't agree with my scheme, so I needed her. Three hours ago, she wouldn't have considered me a worthy supplicant, much less an allied equal, yet here she was conspiring with me to shake the foundations of Creation.Personally, I was thanking Mamitu, Destiny. Had I not been having my worst Sunday ever when we first crossed paths and then acted like a total cockhead, pissed her off and led her to holding Sarrat Irkalli's dagger, thus putting her life in my hands, and not had Timothy as a best friend, I wouldn't have taken her to the movie, and my mind wouldn't have wandered down those dark corridors of Alal's memories to piece things together.Whatever itinerary Obsidian had approached me with, my abrasive behavior had forced her to it cast aside. Dagger, movie, revelations, I was now so much more in her eyes than she had envisioned."Share my need and share with me an ounce of your sorrow," I murmured to her as I gently curled my fingers in her hair and directed her head up until she faced me."The dagger," she rumbled. While she was stroking my hard-on, I knew she was using it as a double meaning."I was pinned to an onyx sacrificial table," I began my tale. We worked off pants to mid-thigh then 'got busy'. Penetration was only going to be possible by turning her around. Ground-breaking was her ready acceptance of my instruction. I leaned against a tree, then pulled her onto my lap. She guided my phallus home.One locomotion and I sunk in deep. It was warm molasses until I hit and pressed against her cervix. For a second Obsidian trembled, then her muscles clamped down tightly, gripping my manhood firmly in a vise, keeping me still."Ah," I groaned. Obsidian had her neck twisted, so we were kissing with eye contact as I described my adventures with the Gong tau sorcerers. She shot me a quick twinkle of delight, a connection. She'd relayed physical pleasure in the way I was giving her cerebral gratification, aka hope.I rolled up her shirt, and gave both nipples a brutal tweak in response. She gasped. I was applying a little 'rough' with my tender intercourse. She rolled her tush against my groin, an invitation to double-down on my nipple-play. I kept my left hand working over each tit while working my fingernails down her abdomen. As I described the terror in old Tsu's face as he shouted out 'M iyǒu! (Mandarin for 'No!') as he recognized too late the curse he was invoking. She relished the visual of the Han necromancer's terror.'Me' smacking two fingers down on her clit earned me a squeal and a small gush of fluids on my nut-sack. Her look of astonishment was something I'd always cherish. Before me, sex was something she demanded from her followers/victims and definitely orchestrated. Her partners being fearful/worshipful must have limited their initiative."A-a-a-ah, we are being observed," she groaned, her lips less than an inch from mine. It took me a second."Which direction?" I kept pumping her, strumming her clit and treating her tit like taffy on a hot Coney Island summer afternoon. Her hooded eyes flickered to our right. I gave it ten seconds. I had to get Obsidian refocused on what I was going to do to her next, in case this was innocent voyeurism. Nope. It was Chaz.Why Chaz? See, I'm an idiot. My cryptic warning to Timothy for Pamela had been good for all of one minute. He'd called her and she'd gathered what she could and come looking for me.Why was she concerned? I was babbling to Timothy then wandering off with a 'beyond-freaky' chick I had just met named 'Obsidian' who came my way courtesy of another chick with the name of Estere.Let me see, Estere was Hashashin and for Timothy to describe someone in my life as 'beyond freaky' was bad news. Timothy was seriously worried about me and Timothy was an emotional rock ~ he didn't panic. Lest we forget, I was in a federal taskforce. A quick peek into New York traffic cameras revealed me and Obsidian wandering into Central Park from the south, so in the rescue party went, splitting up and Chaz 'lucked-out'.I still had two, no, three problems. I was really enjoying my sexual excursion with Obsidian and she was seeming to truly enjoy her experience with me. Oh, and Central Park is big, Pamela had been pressed for people, so she had pressed some unlikely participants into my rescue party."He's," smooch, "my brother, by adoption," I headed off the whole idea she'd been briefed on me already."Visual, Peacekeeper Six, OS2, L-11," Chaz muttered into his headset before taking up a casual stance on the path overlooking our trysting spot. Sex with an audience didn't bother her, so, we worked out as much action from twist, turns and two inches of in-and-out motions (she liked to keep our bodies tight) as we could. Obsidian was humming along in no time. Her vaginal walls were undulating, wearing away at my self-control.Panting, not from us,"Is he o, are they, who is she?" huffed and puffed a trio of voices from Chaz's locale. Oh. Pamela had recruited my 'Hounds'.I accidently (from a timing perspective) took that moment to grind my nails into her left nipple, pinched her clit and hammered her as hard as I could. Obsidian howled. Her vocalization exited the human realm in a cataclysmic manner.The noise scared avians a mile away into terrorized flight. Cats hissed, then raced for cover. Dogs tucked tail and ran. Streetlights a hundred yards away shattered in sprays of glass. Better yet, for the entertainment of my viewing public, she lashed out with her right hand at the closest Black Cherry sapling, exploding it into a mist of sap and pulverizing the bark and wood fiber into pulp.On the downside, her cervix gave my balls an ultimatum ~ release my seed at once, or she was going to twist off my head. My cock and balls have a long history of making decisions without me. I began lavishing her. Before I finally got the feeling I was out of the danger zone. She was back to rubbing against me and purring in blissful satisfaction."Onun g zleri," whispered Belgin, one of the Turks. 'Her eyes'?"Cáel, are you aware of the alternative nature of your liaison?" Chaz coolly cautioned me. Translation: 'mate, do you know you have your cock in a demon?'"Yeah," I coughed. I had a face full of her hair. I was working on some post-coital nuzzling along with slowly helping her get her pants back up."Ininzqueoccehpa," she hummed to me, ignoring our gathering. That was 'let's do this again'."Tehuatlcochitlehua," I replied with some fondness. She studied me for a second before deciding my term was one of endearment, thus 'you are what dreams are made of', not 'nightmares'.Obsidian had another issue to deal with. Timothy would call it a righteous cocking. Whatever it was, her hold on her human mein had slipped and her inhumanity was slipping through, mainly in her glass-like, black, multi-facetted eyes and her fingers which now ended in molten obsidian talons. On the subconscious level, her predatory nature was setting everyone close-by on edge. I could also make out the high pitched, ultrasonic pipping of her chiropteran cries ~ purpose unknown.Obsidian made her way off farther into the underbrush leaving me a few precious seconds to appreciate her retreating posterior while holstering my equipment. More people were arriving. I had one more thing to take care of before, oh look, Nikita had brought her Mom along, the NYPD Sergeant."Chaz, I need to have a quick chat with Dot before I can explain things. She's been waiting and that's unwise," I looked to the Brit. He nodded."Cáel? Mr. Nyilas? Prince?" all came my way. I relaxed as best I could. Chaz went to a body blow to stagger me, then an epic upper cut to send me to Lullaby Land.Dot & the DragonessDot and SzelAnya, in dragon form, were waiting as I tumbled forward. By the state of my haziness, I knew my unconsciousness wouldn't last long."You gave her your seed," came the accusation."Yes," I staggered, "and now you should be able to track her," I pointed out the bonus part of the arrangement. No comment."I've got to make this quick, SzelAnya, I've found your father, geographically speaking," I dropped the bomb."Don't," Dot Ishara commanded. After all, she and her divine cohorts had done the killing and corpse-dividing eons ago. Undoubtedly, they'd executed their own oaths to one another to 'never reveal what they had done' as well."Too late," I shook my head. SzelAnya's attention was magnetized. "I owe you and I'm paying my debts. I'm not blind to the dangers, believe me.""You have no idea what power you are invoking," Dot's undercurrent of displeasure was the worst I'd experienced."Wrong. I've got thousands of years of Alal boiling around in my head, Plus the rest of you betrayed her 2600 years ago. It doesn't mean I have to. And now, given the chance, I'm not. Even if you kill me, she's got enough toBack in the Ramble"Really expect me to believe," Nikita's mom was growling."Man down," I waved a weak arm skyward."Mr. Nyilas, what is going on here?" the Sergeant addressed me. I was reclining in a circle of my 'Hounds'; most were kneeling. Chaz was in a tiny bit of trouble for having clocked me."Umm, thanks for coming out and looking for me. I assure you, Mr. Tomorrow did what he did as a matter of his professional duties ~ intelligence gathering." As I struggled to stand, my ladies helped me. I saw Pamela with three Hounds coming up fast from one direction and Virginia with three more coming from the other. The gang was all here.The mutterings in non-English tongues suggested a bit of explaining was already going on."You've been bleeding," Nikita pointed out with an unspoken 'again'."This?" I pulled my shirt out and looked at the first bloodstain of my encounter. "This is the just the start of the bad news." I shed my windbreaker and then t-shirt.The professionals shouldered aside the others to take a closer look."All of these are from noon and less than an hour ago," I identified the damage. Sarge was skeptical. Chaz, Nikita and Virginia less so."They look older," the senior lawman noted."I've been curious about that," Chaz frowned."I've inherited my Grandfather's curse. My soul fragment was in the 'Here and Now' twenty-three years ago while his was, 'over there', so I was allowed to come into creation. According to my recently departed guest,""You are immortal," Virginia mumbled to finish the thought. Had the speaker not been a member of the FBI, who knows how the thought would have been received."From the memories I've been gifted with," I tapped the tiny divot on my forehead, "his healing abilities started out rather slowly too. I certainly don't want to test this theory, so no worries there," I scanned the group."How do you explain seeing your Grandfather in Hungary and again in Rome?" Virginia wondered."Again, that woman who just left," I got out."Was no woman," Nuray, another one of my Turkish Hounds interrupted. "Her eyes..." she tried to explain, "and look what she did to that tree," she pointed to the greatest piece of evidence of supernatural wrongdoing. The other two witnesses nodded."We all saw the same thing. Her eyes were, bottomless, definitely not human," Belgin affirmed. The veteran players looked to Chaz."She had a collapsed nose-bridge, lacked a blink response, her dental work was carnivorous and her tongue was extremely clipped and showed prehensile qualities," he reported calmly. Pause. Chaz was a freaking intelligence operative, after all."If her hands were a type of glove weaponry, I've never seen it s like before. While I know it is possible for a human to exert the force-pounds necessary to snap a two inch diameter tree trunk in one blow, it is a rare skill and requires intense discipline. This appeared to be done spontaneously, without preparation of any kind and as a reaction to other stimuli," he added."It was also your assessment he needed to be knocked unconscious?" Nikita's mom countered."Mr. Nyilas' psychological constructs are something the whole team has to work around. At times, he seeks 'insight' from his mind in a deliberately unconscious/non-sleep state," he replied."He claims to be talking with spirit powers. I know when he returns to consciousness, he delivers useful intelligence. I'm not a psychologist, psychiatrist, or psychic. I don't know why his mind functions that way. I do know results. And I know I work with people who would achieve those results by other means if it were at all possible. Since we haven't found another method, we accept that from tim

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(00:00) Chris Forsberg covers the Boston Celtics for NBC Sports Boston. He joins the show to share his thoughts on the Celtics. Plus Saturday Night Live, his mustache and whatnot. (14:49) The Vikings are out on the Aaron Rodgers “sweepstakes” as the Giants and Steelers remain in the hunt. CONNECT WITH TOUCHER & HARDY: linktr.ee/ToucherandHardy For the latest updates, visit the show page on 985thesportshub.com. Follow 98.5 The Sports Hub on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram. Watch the show every morning on YouTube, and subscribe to stay up-to-date with all the best moments from Boston’s home for sports!

In this episode of Video Game History Hour, Michael Mendheim joins host Frank Cifaldi and guest-host John Rairdin to reflect on his career, from early work on Fester's Quest to cult favorites like Mutant League Football and Sarge's Heroes. Mendheim shares stories about creative risks, industry shakeups, and the challenges of keeping games alive — with Rairdin diving deep into his personal love for Sarge's Heroes, expanding the definitive Vikki Grimm lore, and discussing the development materials Mendheim saved along the way.You can listen to the Video Game History Hour every other Wednesday on Patreon (one day early at the $5 tier and above), on Spotify, or on our website.A full transcript of this episode is available on our website: https://gamehistory.org/episode-127-sarges-heroes/See more from Michael Mendheim:Twitter/X: @mmendheimWebsite: https://www.digitaldreamsentertainment.com/Website: mutantfootballleague.comSee more from John Rairdin:Twitter/X: @jtsknight92YouTube: /ninwrtvWebsite: nintendoworldreport.comVideo Game History Foundation:Email: podcast@gamehistory.orgWebsite: gamehistory.orgSupport us on Patreon: /gamehistoryorg

Welcome to Reel Britannia-a very British podcast about very British movies ...with just a hint of professionalism. And a huge welcome to Hal, contributer of wonderful reviews at the official Talking Pictures Podcast as well as host of his very own show Couple Indemnity. Back to 1965 this week and a hilarious crime caper featuring a host of well known and well loved British comedy stars The Big Job (1965)   Get ready for a cheeky caper full of wit, charm, and some truly hapless criminal antics! The Big Job is a delightful 1965 British comedy about a gang of bumbling bank robbers, led by the lovable but inept George the Brain (played by Sid James). When their heist goes hilariously awry, the crew ends up stashing their loot in the hollow of a tree, only to be swiftly arrested. Fast forward 15 years, and they're finally out of prison—ready to reclaim their spoils. But there's a catch: their precious hiding spot now stands smack dab in the middle of a residential housing development! Cue the chaos as George and his eccentric gang—including the sarcastic Fred (Dick Emery) and the ever-resourceful Dipper (Lance Percival)—cook up absurd schemes to retrieve their loot without being discovered. Packed with slapstick humor, quirky characters, and plenty of British charm, The Big Job is a rollicking ride through misadventure and mischief. Fancy a giggle? This film delivers in spades! 'You're right. You're absolutely right. All you've got to do is go in there and say "Excuse me, Sarge, but fifteen years ago we happen to have left fifty thousand nicker in your tree. Can we have it back please?" '   This and previous episodes can be found everywhere you download your podcasts Follow us on Twitter @rbritanniapod  Follow Couple Indemnity @coupleindemnity   Thanks for listening   Scott and Steven

Billy and Michelle catch up with the always entertaining Nick "The Sarge" Hines.

Billy and Michelle catch up with the always entertaining Nick "The Sarge" Hines.

(00:00) Bill Belichick will be featured in “Hard Knocks: Offseason” and some NFL owners are not thrilled that he will be featured on an NFL-owned platform. Fred, Hardy, and Wallach give their thoughts, including how often Jordon Hudson will appear. (15:14) J-Stew and Sarge come together, but are they friends? They chat on Toucher & Hardy about John Cena and what he did at the WWE Elimination Chamber. And no one saw it coming! (32:06) It’s that time where we unpack all the latest stories and headlines we didn’t get to. It’s The Stack! CONNECT WITH TOUCHER & HARDY: linktr.ee/ToucherandHardy For the latest updates, visit the show page on 985thesportshub.com. Follow 98.5 The Sports Hub on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram. Watch the show every morning on YouTube, and subscribe to stay up-to-date with all the best moments from Boston’s home for sports!

On this week's episode of 10kTV, Bossman & Sarge talk about: USA can't beat Canada when it matters Sarge slept at the Studio First ever PWHL fight Kevin Love roasted Angel Reese New Full Swing season drops Marco Rossi is still not a bust MN State Hockey Sections was CRAZY Buffalo Sabers bench reporter is the toughest player on the team Ant got into it with a fan Calculating when we're going to dieTune in on all social platforms including YouTube and Twitch LIVE at 7:00 PM CT every Monday night to watch/hear 10kTV first!Follow 10K Takes Everywhere:⁠⁠https://www.flowcode.com/page/10ktakes⁠⁠Underdog fantasy signup link:⁠⁠https://play.underdogfantasy.com/p-10,000-takes⁠

The SKATAST Network presents:The Brotherly Brain Cell #54Today's Game:This week Will and Shaiden play Sarge's Heroes! Enjoy!Visit us for more episodes of SKATCAST and other shows like SKATCAST presents The Dave & Angus Show plus BONUS material at https://www.skatcast.com Watch select shows and shorts on YouTube: bit.ly/34kxCneJoin the conversation on Discord! https://discord.gg/mVFf2brAaFFor all show related questions: info@skatcast.comPlease rate and subscribe on iTunes and elsewhere and follow SKATCAST on social media!! Instagram: @theescriptkeeper Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/scriptkeepersATWanna become a Patron? Click here: https://www.patreon.com/SkatcastSign up through Patreon and you'll get Exclusive Content, Behind The Scenes video, special downloads and more! Prefer to make a donation instead? You can do that through our PayPal: https://paypal.me/skatcastpodcast Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Nancy Cohen is a “multi-un-disciplinary” filmmaker, artist, and activist. Her candid documentary, My Dinner with Abbie, was filmed with Abbie Hoffman at Sarge's Deli in Manhattan in 1987. She is currently in post-production on a film about love, obsession, and John Lennon. Co-hosts: Jonathan Friedmann & Joey Angel-Field Producer-engineer: Mike Tomren Nancy's IMDbhttps://www.imdb.com/name/nm0169642/?ref_=tt_cst_dr_1 My Dinner with Abbie – previewhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=giQ_g__C8uw Amusing Jews Merch Storehttps://www.amusingjews.com/merch#!/ Subscribe to the Amusing Jews podcasthttps://www.spreaker.com/show/amusing-jews Adat Chaverim – Congregation for Humanistic Judaism, Los Angeleshttps://www.humanisticjudaismla.org/ Jewish Museum of the American Westhttps://www.jmaw.org/ Atheists United Studioshttps://www.atheistsunited.org/au-studios

(00:00) Al Cole from CBS RADIO joins Toucher & Hardy to talk about the most romantic day of the year… Valentine’s Day! (19:40) Cedric Maxwell is part of the radio broadcasts on 98.5 The Sports Hub Celtics Radio Network and joins the show to share his thoughts on the current state of the Boston Celtics. (34:00) We kinda revisit Sarge GPT after a listener sent us a version CONNECT WITH TOUCHER & HARDY: linktr.ee/ToucherandHardy For the latest updates, visit the show page on 985thesportshub.com. Follow 98.5 The Sports Hub on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram. Watch the show every morning on YouTube, and subscribe to stay up-to-date with all the best moments from Boston’s home for sports!

On this week's episode of 10kTV, Marlow & Sarge talk about:Big Game RecapNo ANT???Vinnie to MinnyRIP YEFour NationsWasted ManagementKOC OF THE YEARBossman a FRAUDShock Factor

On this episode, Steve Burkowski and Brentley Romine welcome in Arkansas women's coach Shauna Taylor, whose Razorbacks are fresh off their fourth win of the season. They discuss why this program plays with such a chip on their shoulder, her current marvelous Maria (Jose Marin) and her former marvelous Maria (Fassi), and lastly, how she got her own menu item at Fayetteville staple Herman's Ribhouse. Once Shauna departs (presumably to go order The Shauna), the guys spin through a bunch of recent results, from USC's big win at Palos Verdes to Texas' Daniel Bennett proving he belongs in the Longhorns' victory at the Southwestern to debating just how far Vanderbilt can go with Gordon Sargent continuing to struggle. The episode closes with a preview of the Amer Ari and why Auburn is down a couple stars, and then Burko shares his upcoming hoops schedule.

Sarge sat down with Bare Knuckle Fighting Championship's (BKFC) Light Heavyweight Champion, Mike "The Marine" Richman, to discuss his career as a fighter from his Bellator MMA days to becoming the Light Heavyweight Champion of the world. Check us out: https://www.flowcode.com/page/10ktakesv ⁠ Shop our merch: https://10ktakesmn.com/collections/all Mike "The Marine" Richman: https://www.instagram.com/themarinerichman/ Underdog signup link: ⁠https://play.underdogfantasy.com/p-10...

On this week's episode of 10kTV, Bossman & Sarge talk about: Luka Garza SNUBBED in the All Star voting What is Ryan Hartman going to do while suspended Women's Rugby is coming to Minnesota It's time to start respecting Jon Merrill Chris Finch gets ejected for the first time We need to kill the Pro Bowl Flower shuts out Montreal in his final game there Loons add a new player The NHL salary cap is going up The Grammy outfits were OUTRAGEOUS Tune in on all social platforms including YouTube and Twitch LIVE at 7:30 PM CT every Monday night to watch/hear 10kTV first! Follow 10K Takes Everywhere: ⁠⁠https://www.flowcode.com/page/10ktakes⁠⁠ Underdog fantasy signup link: ⁠⁠https://play.underdogfantasy.com/p-10,000-takes⁠

Belz, Vince and Watke cover the weekend action, including Richards' strong performance at Old Trafford, Sands v Banks in Hamburg, Musah's apparent inside track with Conceicao and Jedi captaining Fulham to a win in Newcastle. Also, a song in Italian about Pulisic, transfer rumors and facts, Cardoso puts in a good shift for Betis, and Tessmann gotta turn on his defensive brain.Check out our woso spinoff! The Boots on the Ground podcast: https://boots-on-the-ground.simplecast.com/If you are interested in joining us to see Juventus and AC Milan play in Rome in May, register your interest here: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSfp2O1bIr5KNSymt3ayP3ctERCooDo3ADM5Kf_kSHpmr6ITMg/viewformCheck out the artist who made that song about Pulisic, here: https://www.tiktok.com/@yeyamusic Subscribe to Scuffed on Patreon! Patrons get a private ad-free feed for all episodes that go out on the public feed, plus the Monday Review every week with Watke and Vince. Patrons also get access to some video of clips we discuss on the show, our private Discord server, live call-in shows, and the full catalog of historic recaps we've made: https://www.patreon.com/scuffed

Andrew Beauman brings Sarge and Norma to the table, and we create Harmony together. Sarge, Norma, and Harmony are survivors of a spaceship crash hoping to make it back out of orbit.Andrew and I discuss troupe-style mechanics and playing multiple characters - and how that changes the way we create characters. We discuss finding empathy through TTRPGs and learning that not everything is made for our perspective.These characters are built for Out of Orbit, currently Kickstarting as part of Zine Month.Andrew Beauman is a game designer and artist with a background in graphic design and marketing. His first game was published through Zine Month 2024, titled Battle School. He also co-hosts a podcast called One Shot's Tavern about exploring new ways to tell your story through different games.You can learn more about Andrew at:https://www.characterswithoutstories.com/guests/andrew-beaumanWhat's Your Damage? is a Fifth Edition actual play podcast taking place in a homebrew world based on Filipino mythology.Whatcha Doing? is an interview podcast talking to creative people about the trials, tribulations and triumphs in their projects.Send us a textCover art by The CuriographerInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/thecuriographer Sign up for my Newsletter to stay up-to-date on the podcast:https://dashboard.mailerlite.com/forms/760760/109867356957705889/shareSupport the PodcastYou can find Star at:Website: http://www.characterswithoutstories.comTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@starmamacYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@characterswithoutstoriesThreads: https://www.threads.net/@characterswithoutstoriesInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/characterswithoutstoriesBluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/characterswithoutstories.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/characterswithoutstoriesThanks for listening, and may all your characters find their stories!

On the first ever LIVE Edition of 10kTV, Bossman & Sarge talk about Sam Darnold says Ggodbye to the Vikings? Are the Wild the worst team at home? Ant celebrates Bricken for Chicken We can actually watch the Twins on TV again Hockey Day Minnesota was a RIDE (Literally) We're already over the Super Bowl We got lost in the world's largest Ice Maze last week Flower got punched in the face Gopher Basketball is a WAGON Top Facebook comments regarding the KOC extension Tune in on all social platforms including YouTube and Twitch LIVE at 7:30 PM CT every Monday night to watch/hear 10kTV first! Follow 10K Takes Everywhere: https://www.flowcode.com/page/10ktakes Underdog signup link: https://play.underdogfantasy.com/p-10,000-takes

Our guest this week is an “OG” Seal Beach ripper who caught his first wave in 1969. He was sponsored and worked at the iconic Harbour Surfboards, which led to a long-time friendship and bond with Rich, who eventually encouraged him to take up his passion in photography in 2002. His short time behind the lens quickly resulted with his first published photo in Surfer just about a year later. His dedication and keen eye, with the help from his wife/artist Enzia Farrel, Art Brewer, Larry “Flame” Moore, Tom Carey, and Warren Bolster, (so it is to no surprise) his amazing images graced the pages in Surfer, Surfing, and Transworld and many other publications. The last few years he has been working a new film “Harbour Chronicles”- a documentary to celebrate the life of Rich Harbour REST IN PEACE!! We welcome to the show, a man's-man who was a civil servant for 32 years as a Firefighter for The County of LosdAngeles, Mr. Chris “SARGE” Sardelis!!See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

On this episode of The 3DO Experience, we travel to the post-bankruptcy era of 3DO to cover the 2004 Army Men title Sarge's War, the final game in the Sarge storyline! Proud Member of https://superpodnetwork.com/ Follow us at: https://linktr.ee/Thebarberwhogames Follow Thrak at: https://bsky.app/profile/thrak.bsky.social Check out Thraks streams at: https://www.twitch.tv/thrak94

Steve met Matthew Huff three years ago on social media.   The hunters shared a love for tree dogs that brought them to a personal meeting at the 2022 Grand American Coon Hunt in South Carolina. Huff's story is unique.  It begins in California and moves eastward to Georgia.  The catalyst for his mostly urban coon hunting activities came in the form of a mixed breed, mostly hound, with perhaps a shot of Treeing Walker dog named Sargeant. As his travels took him across the nation Huff continued to hunt the orphaned Sarge mostly by himself on public grounds and parks until a purebred Bluetick entered the picture.  That's were we find Huff today, treeing coons with regularity and assuming the more common role of hound and hunter with a traditional coonhound breed. Mentioning Huff as an urban coon hunter, he now lives in metro Atlanta.  Activities inspired by the Orthodox Christian Church with whom he affiliates, have taken him to the mountains of West Virginia and to the Carolinas helping those in need, something that comes naturally to the humanitarian.  This is an interesting episode that proves that hounds can lead us in many directions, some of which we may never had expected.  We would like to thank those who support this podcast.  Special thanks to Alpha Dog Nutrition and Double U Hunting Supply for sponsoring this episode.  Want to learn more about Alpha Dog Nutrition? Check out the links belowhttps://www.dusupply.com/alphadogwww.dusupply.comhttps://alphadognutrition.com/ https://www.youtube.com/@DoubleUHuntingSupply/podcasts

Steve met Matthew Huff three years ago on social media. The hunters shared a love for tree dogs that brought them to a personal meeting at the 2022 Grand American Coon Hunt in South Carolina. Huff's story is unique. It begins in California and moves eastward to Georgia. The catalyst for his mostly urban coon hunting activities came in the form of a mixed breed, mostly hound, with perhaps a shot of Treeing Walker dog named Sargeant. As his travels took him across the nation Huff continued to hunt the orphaned Sarge mostly by himself on public grounds and parks until a purebred Bluetick entered the picture. That's were we find Huff today, treeing coons with regularity and assuming the more common role of hound and hunter with a traditional coonhound breed. Mentioning Huff as an urban coon hunter, he now lives in metro Atlanta. Activities inspired by the Orthodox Christian Church with whom he affiliates, have taken him to the mountains of West Virginia and to the Carolinas helping those in need, something that comes naturally to the humanitarian. This is an interesting episode that proves that hounds can lead us in many directions, some of which we may never had expected.   We would like to thank those who support this podcast. Special thanks to Alpha Dog Nutrition and Double U Hunting Supply for sponsoring this episode. Want to learn more about Alpha Dog Nutrition? Check out the links below https://www.dusupply.com/alphadog www.dusupply.com https://alphadognutrition.com/   https://www.youtube.com/@DoubleUHuntingSupply/podcasts Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Steve met Matthew Huff three years ago on social media.   The hunters shared a love for tree dogs that brought them to a personal meeting at the 2022 Grand American Coon Hunt in South Carolina.Huff's story is unique.  It begins in California and moves eastward to Georgia.  The catalyst for his mostly urban coon hunting activities came in the form of a mixed breed, mostly hound, with perhaps a shot of Treeing Walker dog named Sargeant.As his travels took him across the nation Huff continued to hunt the orphaned Sarge mostly by himself on public grounds and parks until a purebred Bluetick entered the picture.  That's were we find Huff today, treeing coons with regularity and assuming the more common role of hound and hunter with a traditional coonhound breed.Mentioning Huff as an urban coon hunter, he now lives in metro Atlanta.  Activities inspired by the Orthodox Christian Church with whom he affiliates, have taken him to the mountains of West Virginia and to the Carolinas helping those in need, something that comes naturally to the humanitarian. This is an interesting episode that proves that hounds can lead us in many directions, some of which we may never had expected.  --  We would like to thank those who support this podcast. Special thanks to Alpha Dog Nutrition and Double U Hunting Supply for sponsoring this episode. Want to learn more about Alpha Dog Nutrition? Check out the links belowhttps://www.dusupply.com/alphadogwww.dusupply.comhttps://alphadognutrition.com/ https://www.youtube.com/@DoubleUHuntingSupply/podcasts

This week on TABLE TALK, Jeff sat down with Buck Showalter, Veronica Alvarez, and Gary “Sarge” Matthews out at the Reading Hot Stovers annual banquet in center city Reading for a discussion about their impacts on the game of baseball and how the baseball world is changing. We also spoke to some local high school scholarship recipients thanks to the Reading Hot Stovers organization. These were great discussions!Head over to our website for all of our podcasts and more: philadelphiasportstable.com.Follow us on BlueSky:Jeff: @jeffwarren.bsky.socialErik: @brickpollitt.bsky.socialFollow us on Threads:Jeff: @mrjeffwarrenErik: @slen1023The Show: @philadelphiasportstableFollow us on Twitter/X:Jeff: @Jeffrey_WarrenErik: @BrickPollittThe Show: @PhiladelphiaPSTFollow the show on Instagram: instagram.com/philadelphiasportstable.

Steve met Matthew Huff three years ago on social media.   The hunters shared a love for tree dogs that brought them to a personal meeting at the 2022 Grand American Coon Hunt in South Carolina. Huff's story is unique.  It begins in California and moves eastward to Georgia.  The catalyst for his mostly urban coon hunting activities came in the form of a mixed breed, mostly hound, with perhaps a shot of Treeing Walker dog named Sargeant. As his travels took him across the nation Huff continued to hunt the orphaned Sarge mostly by himself on public grounds and parks until a purebred Bluetick entered the picture.  That's were we find Huff today, treeing coons with regularity and assuming the more common role of hound and hunter with a traditional coonhound breed. Mentioning Huff as an urban coon hunter, he now lives in metro Atlanta.  Activities inspired by the Orthodox Christian Church with whom he affiliates, have taken him to the mountains of West Virginia and to the Carolinas helping those in need, something that comes naturally to the humanitarian.  This is an interesting episode that proves that hounds can lead us in many directions, some of which we may never had expected.  We would like to thank those who support this podcast.  Special thanks to Alpha Dog Nutrition and Double U Hunting Supply for sponsoring this episode.  Want to learn more about Alpha Dog Nutrition? Check out the links belowhttps://www.dusupply.com/alphadogwww.dusupply.comhttps://alphadognutrition.com/ https://www.youtube.com/@DoubleUHuntingSupply/podcasts

The Sarge! Everyone could stand to learn something about one of the planet's foremost SWAT team officers...Shiner's father!

Steve met Matthew Huff three years ago on social media.   The hunters shared a love for tree dogs that brought them to a personal meeting at the 2022 Grand American Coon Hunt in South Carolina.Huff's story is unique.  It begins in California and moves eastward to Georgia.  The catalyst for his mostly urban coon hunting activities came in the form of a mixed breed, mostly hound, with perhaps a shot of Treeing Walker dog named Sargeant.As his travels took him across the nation Huff continued to hunt the orphaned Sarge mostly by himself on public grounds and parks until a purebred Bluetick entered the picture.  That's were we find Huff today, treeing coons with regularity and assuming the more common role of hound and hunter with a traditional coonhound breed.Mentioning Huff as an urban coon hunter, he now lives in metro Atlanta.  Activities inspired by the Orthodox Christian Church with whom he affiliates, have taken him to the mountains of West Virginia and to the Carolinas helping those in need, something that comes naturally to the humanitarian. This is an interesting episode that proves that hounds can lead us in many directions, some of which we may never had expected.  -- 

Send us a textGood evening everyone. It's evening as I record this special solo episode of the Cops and Writers Podcast.Why do a solo episode? Good Question. I have been super busy taking care of my wife who had a total knee replacement surgery a couple of days ago. She's a tough cookie but needs a little help from me and that has put most things on the back-burner, including this podcast. So, I thought it would be a good idea to answer some questions from the Cops and Writers Facebook group with stories from my career in law enforcement. In today's episode we discuss: ·       The impending release of The Good Collar. Getting the cover to conform with Amazon, and releasing the paperback, then the hardcover, and then the Kindle version very soon!! Some reviews have already come out on Goodreads, with an average of 4.5! For Goodreads that is awesome! Thanks to everyone who was a beta and ARC reader!·      Fred Snyder asks: Current day United States. How much/what kind of paperwork is involved if a Federal officer (FBI, USSS, DHS) draws his/her gun? Doesn't fire it, just draws it. ·      Connie Albus asks:  A husband and wife are found dead, both with bullet wounds but the coroner is not sure if the husband murdered his wife then committed suicide due to the angle of the bullet wounds on him, or if it was a double murder.  On the coroner's report would it show hers as "homicide" and his as "homicide/suicide"?  or other wording?  Thanks for the help.  (story takes place in the USA) _(added the remains were found in a burned building). Rich Rybicki and Scott Morales did a great job answering and I added that we never assume anything, it's a double homicide until it isn't. The totality of the circumstances comes into play here. Were there any 911/DV calls at the address? Did they find a gun, if so, where was it? Is there a motive, such as an impending divorce or other problems? Any history of calls of one of them having a mental illness crisis? Was there a note? There was a fire, so that might be tricky. Witness statements or video? ·      Allison Holland-Ray asks: In modern times, Portland, Maine, I have a suspect who's pointing his gun at two bystanders, while three officers all point their weapons at him. What is the protocol for getting him to drop his weapon? Right now, I have written that the officers are talking to him and they put their weapons down to show they are willing to talk. Check out the new Cops and Writers YouTube channel!Check out my newest book, The Good Collar (Michael Quinn Vigilante Justice Series Book 1)!!!!!Enjoy the Cops and Writers book series.Please visit the Cops and Writers website.Support the show

Send us a textEver wondered how faith and personal growth can transform your life, even during the toughest storms? Join me, the Maestro, along with Sarge and our dear friend Mark, as we reflect on an incredible 2024 and step into 2025 with renewed hope and purpose. From moving homes and changing jobs to celebrating milestone birthdays and anniversaries, our journey is a testament to the enduring love of God and the unwavering faith that carried us through our personal ups and downs. We share heartfelt stories of navigating grief, embracing blessings, and witnessing profound growth while centering our lives on trust, faith, and development.As we welcome the promise of new beginnings in 2025, we focus on aligning our lives with God's plan through the power of Psalm 51—a reminder of the joy found in a willing and open spirit. We share insights on balancing planning with surrender to divine guidance, revealing how prioritizing "faith, family, friends, fitness" can steer us amidst life's demands. Through prayer, praise, and the strength of authentic community, we underscore the importance of accountability and reflection, inviting you to embark on this spiritual journey with us as we embrace the joy of living purposefully and in harmony with God's will.Support the showWe have BIG plans at Foxhole Symphony and sure could use your financial support. Would you prayerfully consider a small monthly contribution to support us in our mission to catalyze transformation in the hearts of men? Support Our MissionFind us at:https://www.facebook.com/foxholesymphonyhttps://www.instagram.com/foxholesymphony/https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCuvcXdDpE79S_D_hInblcDw

Welcome to Episode 238 of Autism Parenting Secrets. This week, Sarge Goodchild of Active Healing reveals how foundational movement can transform children with autism, cerebral palsy, and other developmental delays.  Sarge shares his hands-on, non-verbal therapy approach, focusing on the pons, a key brain area that supports coordination, bonding, and language. By addressing this foundation first, children can unlock new developmental possibilities.  We explore how milestones like crawling and creeping build physical and cognitive strength. Sarge explains how simple exercises and gravity-based movements help children, particularly those with cerebral palsy, progress toward independence.  Sarge highlights how movement affects digestion, inflammation, and overall health. He stresses the importance of reducing toxins and adopting a holistic approach to support natural development.  Drawing from his own experience overcoming epilepsy, Sarge shows the power of movement to improve brain function and resilience.   The secret this week is... Engage In ACTIVE Healing You'll Discover:Three Key Things To Have In Place (4:18)Why The Pons Is So Important (8:19)How Active Healing Differs From PT and OT (17:24)The First of Three Factors To Address (28:29)The Second of Three Factors To Address (30:43)The Third of Three Factors To Address (32:21)Ways To Prevent SIDS (36:39)Sarge's Backstory (40:14)The Relationship Between The Midbrain and Seizures (43:52)About Our Guest:Sargent L. Goodchild Jr. began life as a brain-injured child. At four years of age, Sargent was diagnosed with a seizure disorder. None of the many professionals who met with Sargent were capable of seeing his potential. The best medical advice his parents were given was to put him on anticonvulsant and muscle-relaxing medication. He was eventually placed on various combinations of seven different medications.  The effects of which were incredible toxicity without seizure control.  It was too much for his parents to bear.  Through a friend, they found neurodevelopmental therapy, and within nine months of beginning a functional movement program, he became both seizure and medication-free, as he still is today. Sargent has been working with children with various disabilities/challenges for 30 years as a practitioner of NeuroDevelopmental Movement ®. He has been the subject of numerous newspaper articles and was recognized for his accomplishment with an internationally adopted child in a news story for WBZ-TV in Boston that was subsequently picked up by the CBS affiliates in New York City and Philadelphia. In addition to running Actie Healing, Inc., Sargent is on the board of advisors for Documenting Hope, Bioregulatory Medicine Institute, and Healing Complex Kids.www.activehealing.orgReferences in The Episode:Autism Research InstituteAdditional Resources:Unlock the power of personalized 1-on-1 support; visit allinparentcoaching.com/intensiveTake The Quiz: What's YOUR Top Autism Parenting Blindspot?To learn more about Cass & Len, visit us at www.autismparentingsecrets.comBe sure to follow Cass & Len on Instagram

Kicked off 2025 with a productive day and headed into the Hoxton Radio studio for a 1 hour New Years Day Special. Full of beans after a brilliant NYE playing alongside Deptford Northern Soul Club, Let Me Cry DJs & Northern Grooves at The Garage London.We recap the night, highlights from 2024 and what we're looking forward to in 2025. A special guest also pops in to say hi and chat about his new night ‘Reeling In The Years'. East London legend Sarge. Featuring tracks from Skip Mahoney, Sault, Greg & Ché Wilson, Franc Moody, Air Power & a brand new one from Little Simz.For more info and tracklisting, visit: https://thefaceradio.com/disco-freaks/Tune into new broadcasts of Disco Freaks, LIVE, Opposite Wednesdays from 2 - 4 PM EST / 7 - 9 PM GMT, in association with Hoxton Radio London.//Dig this show? Please consider supporting The Face Radio: http://support.thefaceradio.com Support The Face Radio with PatreonSupport this show http://supporter.acast.com/thefaceradio. Join the family at https://plus.acast.com/s/thefaceradio. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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