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The next installment of the Imperial '80s series is sure to be one for the ages. Evil Dead 2. Bruce Campbell. Chainsaw arm. Sawed off Shotgun. Necronomicon. Sina Rahmani from the East is a Podcast. What more could you want? We can't talk about this film without discussing settler colonialism, zionism, & orientalism (and therefore imperialism)! As always to support our show, please become an Imperial 80s patron, where you get first access to bonus episodes and support both Mtume and J's work on this series. We do hope to have the time to record a bonus episode for this one with Sina as well. Watch the video edition on our MAKC's YouTube channel Consider supporting the show www.patreon.com/east_podcast

Sawed off shartguns. Churro Charo. Gavin McCloud of the Clan McCloud! Baby you can paint my Car. TMS Killed the Radio Star. Isn't that a Wal-Mart greeter behind those Foster Grants? The Love Boat is a very nice boat where we can get together. Robert Urich did Something. Florence Pugh The Machine Henderson. Warty Wabbits. Ripping the skin off an online person. G is for Uulpip. Famil'y Guy Featuring Scrappy-Stew. Full Fingers, Full Hands, Full Heart. Shiny Metal Asses with Bill. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Sawed off shartguns. Churro Charo. Gavin McCloud of the Clan McCloud! Baby you can paint my Car. TMS Killed the Radio Star. Isn't that a Wal-Mart greeter behind those Foster Grants? The Love Boat is a very nice boat where we can get together. Robert Urich did Something. Florence Pugh The Machine Henderson. Warty Wabbits. Ripping the skin off an online person. G is for Uulpip. Famil'y Guy Featuring Scrappy-Stew. Full Fingers, Full Hands, Full Heart. Shiny Metal Asses with Bill. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Shotguns, pistols and flashlights, oh my! John is making sure his wife is war ready in case something ever goes down at the house and he enlists the help of the crew for back-up. It turns out our listener base has been in a few shoot-outs themselves and we get the details on the home repairs needed afterwards and much more!   Thanks for joining us for this week's #JCWPodcast #JCWArchive. Please don't forget to Like, Share, and most importantly, Subscribe--to make sure you get the latest John Clay Wolfe Show materials as soon as they're released! So keep an eye out for that pistol grip pump...and we'll see you Saturday

GGG 360 Updates - This week Matt and Heinrich update on the 320 deepdive project and why there has been a multi week pause on content. Smarter EveryDay Grill Scrubber Video Mantle 3D Garmin VS Caldwell Chronograph Hornady Podcast on Powder P365 Raider Sig Scope with Hud Sig Red Dot with Magnifier activation CPR Class Finder AED Packages Outro Song Beware the Sawed off Shart Gun. Instagram (Matt) Instagram (Heinrich) LFD Research Youtube LFD Research Playur Facebook Apple Podcasts Stitcher  Contact the show directly at geeksgadgetsandguns@gmail.com

Send us a textIn this episode we discuss the recent approved Texas law that legalizes short barreled rifles and shotguns.saf.orgsubscribe to my newsletterFollow this link and get $25 in ammo.Fountain Podcast AppFollow me on FountainFollow twitter @JeffDowdleFollow me on Truth Social - @JeffDowdleConvention of States ProjectPresearch search engine sign up.Brave BrowserFind our Representativeemail me at jeff@livetoshoot.comSupport the show

On this episode of Metal on Metal, we sat down with Kshitiz Moktan of the Nepalese grindcore band Chepang. In this interview, we discuss the band's latest album Jhyappa. We also discuss experimentation, young people music, the grindcore police, tape trading and Fuck the Facts. The new music spotlight features "Sawed off Conviction" by Breakneck. This episode is brought to you by Pull the Plug Patches and Third Moon Brewery. Use code "metalonmetal" to get free beer shipping to most places in Ontario from Third Moon Brewery at thirdmoonbrewing.com. Links mentioned in this episode: *https://chepang.bandcamp.com/album/jhyappa https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrNjxIa6cp0 https://breakneck902.bandcamp.com/album/breakneck

A Funny MondayFirst a look at this day in History.Then Jack Benny, originally broadcast February 10, 1952, 73 years ago, Getting the Song Published. Jack heads back east to try to get a New York City publisher to publish :When I Say I Beg Your Pardon”.  The usual train station hijinks, including Mel Blanc as the announcer. Followed by My Friend Irma starring Marie Wilson, originally broadcast February 10, 1952, 73 years ago, Dictation System.   Irma is tired of her job as a stenographer and gets a job in show business...being sawed in half by a magician!Then Fibber McGee and Molly, originally broadcast February 10, 1942, 83 years ago,  Valentine Day.  Molly has gotten a large box of candy, she thinks it came from Fibber. Followed by Abbott and Costello originally broadcast February 10, 1949, 76 years ago, Another Sam Shovel Story.   Costello's search for a girlfriend. Sam Shovel solves, "The Case Of The Nephew Who Gambled Away His Mother's Sister's Salary," or, "He Lost His Aunt's-Pay." Finally Claudia,  originally broadcast February 10, 1949, 76 years ago, Who To Invite?  The concert at the Town Hall is tomorrow. Where are the tickets?Thanks to Sean for supporting our podcast by using the Buy Me a Coffee function at http://classicradio.streamFind the Family Fallout Shelter Booklet Here: https://www.survivorlibrary.com/library/the_family_fallout_shelter_1959.pdfhttps://wardomatic.blogspot.com/2006/11/fallout-shelter-handbook-1962.htmlAnd more about the Survive-all Fallout Sheltershttps://conelrad.blogspot.com/2010/09/mad-men-meet-mad-survive-all-shelter.html

TITUS Come, now— As the king does sit upon my throne, Though not a King myself as I, Still cherished among men and many Who are in thine favor, As you seek truth to bear, my King And not your but also yours, Does partake thy bethrotjen nature, To swallow whole a seed a assumption as To vanish by trace, The rather and tide to bond, For truth you seek, And truth I bear, As fruit does grow, By force of not God, But nature, And to thine, the faring way The truth does seek you, too Thus, my God and Queen— But also King, Ruler never captured And gained wisdom by time, Which— None does have, but thyself. And now, Titus. To know,node bearing fruit are I And bearing truth shall you, A lesson gathered, as you as one And I as other— under the assumption of Love What is love? God, this is a sausage feat in here. Let's get some women in this bitch. Oh, there are women— They just don't speak much— Especially in this series Ascension. Because they're perfect. Archaic is this, A truce for the truth I seek. A wage for the war I've bargeouned. Listen now. You tell me. I tell you all that I know, For nothing now, And in nothing's sake, The shared alter. I, too, you. And you to I— Have we parted but some to forge But others? No others remain. And still I gather. With flower. And grow thy seed. The fruit, or truth? No difference. A tree, I am born. To wake. A shadow in the summer's night where autumn azure sun does beem, The wicked truth you lie to pardon Stands in its own awakening; Shallow moon tide's at dawn, And so, you kind folk of Kingdom there And Kingdom come, The truth is said as this, The seed the fruit— The love was born in ritual, And only then, The dance was made, For the song to have been sung as such. Dear Queen, my heart. For never better none has taken guilt in wavering the time has come; Never now but always forward And never there but always bound, To love itself, And so I am. Again. Trust me. I have. The King is slain. —but also lives. As haunted and as haunting no doubt, But to gain is this, my trust And in your waiver— the vow My honor, and sacntity so. The swine. Not of this realm, but others seek. And in this realm and others so The truth of fruit shall parish, Ignored and never eaten Never to have grown from seed, And then, of course, No tree shall I shadow In midnight summer's truth, The blue azure light, Of seeking sun, Soon to align, By midnight dawn, And waking tide— The moon you say. A sworn disaster. And so, I pray. All's fair. And you. [TITUS with a heavy heart exits the corridor.] {Enter The Multiverse} The Strine Force Five assembles in the basement before supper is called SETH, a peckish boy, almost goilish looking, maybe 11 or so steals cookies from OLIVER, who might be about 9, who speaks with a heavy and very proper English accent— Stop stealing my biscuits! Why bring them if you're not going to share? I did share. You lot had the box! You know these are cookies, right? They're my special biscuits. UPSTAIRS, MOM and DAD, very much the classic stereotypical suburban and American everywoman and Everyman prepare for supper. DAD, who resembles almost too much the LATE JOHNNY CARSON, peers into his newspaper conspicuously— Who does mom resemble? Let me — LATER, at the DINNER TABLE. Boys, Say hello to your uncle Steve. [The man heavily resembles Steve Allen] OLIVER Hello, Uncle Steve! UNCLE STEVE …I'm not your uncle. LIL JIMMY (Mumbling) I don't like uncle Steve… BIG JIMMY elbows him. Hard. LIL JIMMY Ow! BIG JIMMY smacks him upside the head, however without harming his very neatly done swooping hair. LIL JIMMY Where's uncle Jack? UNCLE STEVE He's on his way. DAD (Grumbles) …always late. LIL JIMMY (also grumbling, almost mimicking) —that's what I'm saying. BIG JIMMY shoves LIL JIMMY into his seat Also meanwhile, in another alternate dimension. So you're real name is JIMMY WANG. I fucking guess. That's nuts! —it's..:whatever. No, that's nuts— No, it's balls, homie, Your actual name is actually “Dick” twice. Hehehehe. Stop it. Did you have a middle name. No! Let me see. NO. Stop— let me— NO! [he grabs the birth certificate from Jimmy's grip] Let's see. —Jimmy— UGH, Oh, that's interesting, Jimmy and not James, how endearing—let's see— Jimmy—Ah, RICHARD— Wang. Oh my God. Your whole name is just— STOP IT. —it's just dicks. Just—penis words. Tripe dicks. AH! [nearly in tears, JIMMY runs to sulk into the washroom while his buddies continue making dick jokes; it's almost to much to bear—having learned so much about his true identity, most recently, that he was adopted at a very young age from a very nice Asian couple.] SUNNI BLU (Reading newspaper, breaking fourth wall) I told you he was Asian bro. SUDDENLY, Deadpool crashes through the door. SUNNI BLU tosses the super hot model in their lap across the room. YO. DEADPOOL. DEADPOOL YO. SUNNI BLU NOT COOL, BRO. DEADPOOL —what was your name again? SUNNI BLU Ya mutha! DEADPOOL NOT COOL. SUNNI BLU Whateva. {Enter The Multiverse} “Tools of the Trade” Welcome to Hollywood. Who are you? That's not important. It seems important. Now—lessonsz Ok. Tools of the trade: Uh huh. My dick. [he insinuates his crotch] Package. My dyke. [A very pretty lesbian appears out of nowhere.] Hello. My Dick Van Dyke. DICK VAN DYKE also appears out of nowhere. Woah, dude! Careful, he's priceless. I know dude. I can hear you, you know. I hear you too, Dick. Woah! How old are you, dude? Old! Get out of here; Go lay down; Take a nap! They said the gig was till 3. You're off early. Or late. [DICK VAN DYKE turns to leave.] I can still hear you. sweet yellow pinapple and coconut curry over brown rice and lentils sounded like a good Christmas Eve In— “Wait? It is Christmas Eve, isn't it?” I checked the date and time as my phone connected to the wifi. “Yep.” I concurred, slurping the last of the curry broth from my dinner bowl— my second, but most likely out of three. I'd made enough to last however two or three days, and though I had been offline for throught most of now what seemed the entire month, letting my bills lapse over to make nonexistent room in the budget for the peloton, which seemed fair, considering how small I was getting, even cooking and eating myself into the non complacent waking coma that was the vivid and apt focus needed to create music for hours on end—something I had never quite done before in a certain way, and it seemed as though working in this fashion seemed somehow to have moved me solidly forward and sideways through time a bit—some sort of diagonal. I had rested the Sabbath and in the midst of it fallen behind by two days, but making up for it and catching up speed, I had submitted two releases in the early morning on the same day, now coming to an end—and somewhere in the middle, waking up after the fact to a fresh blanket of snow and the whimsy that came with it. A white Christmas afterall, perhaps, if it didn't melt by the following morning, which, judging by the fact that the coffee in the tumbler was still piping hot and not just like warm—I.e., fresh—that I might the same be up early into Christmas morning, also the first day of Hanukkah, and although I had forgone getting a menorah, after the attempt to pick up a free one I had found online over the summer in search of a cat, it didn't seem worth the cost to buy one; I was saving for too many things at once, which meant also nothing, but I couldn't be happier to spend the holidays alone and quietly— I couldn't be with the one person I wanted most, anyway, and so being alone was the next best thing. I almost wished I had've found the cat by now, but it was probably better that I was for the most part, unanchored, and could travel at will if needed. I thought to submit some of my new songs as demos to labels or into contests to try to find a job, but either way I knew in the moment that I would be playing live again by spring, even if it was just barmitsvahe and weddings, the latter of which I actually hoped to avoid, besides the Jewish ones—and my affinity for Jews had become remarkably trademark; as if I had some sort of reason to like them more over time, but I hadn't one—not that I actually knew of, anyway. I had forgotten why I had been checking my email incessantly anyway, besides the new sound packs that seemed to have been magically pouring in, which i became excited to use when the right time struck to dive back into aboleton, learning in broad lessons in how there was a grace period between finishing and submitting tracks and starting again, and being careful not to sink into monotony—until I finally remembered, checking my email—that I had been nervous about samples from one of the latest releases clearing—however—a miracle indeed, it had been approved, and the message sit atop a pile of nonsense in the rest of my email with the news that it had been delivered to stores— I had put out about 15 singles since the beginning of the month and had a week's time more in my subscription to the distribution service—and I planned not to waste any time before my account being terminated— not that eventually I wouldn't renew the subscription, however— it would be at least a few months and probably into the early spring. I had, after all, purchased the subscription around the same time a year sooner, which allowed me to purchase the service at half price— a luxury which no doubt would end before my next payday, and after the payment for my Peloton—however— I thoroughly enjoyed keeping my energy well to myself, and it seemed I was recovering well from having been followed to the gym and harassed, however, now the annoyance was— my neighbor wouldn't leave me alone. She was high maintenance, full of drama, probably a little bit toxic— And now, she wanted to be friends. I thought it best to stay on her good side, and had politely declined the invitation to Christmas at her apartment with her mother, but knew that until one of us moved, I would have to safely navigate the trenches of neighborly rapport; though something told me to be careful with the valitile fragility of the entire thing, it seemed almost the same with anyone, even old friends, that trust itself was rare to have in others, and so my holiday wishes had been simple and humble in truth; it had snowed, and I was alone, and making music— the home gym set-up, complete with yoga mat, Peleton and pink treadmill were simply a bonus. —Tales of a Superstar DJ. [The Festival Project ™] Seven wooky dudes stand candy coated in the VIP section at a major music festival. Who brought them!? U did. Now I wonder ‘What's the difference' Same profession, So much distance I misjudged this; Thought I had it all Wedged behind one ear, Forlorn, (For Lorne) And one finger to the socket Sock puppet watching porn of Elmer Fudd Now, knock it off— I wanna know why god chose the number one, Folders up dollar bill Back of the collections call The corner, a sharp deposit Sure, For figure, full figured dolphins Sawed it all off— A saw tooth lecture; So fire sure a God, But then, A one lost walkie talkie And the other is, of course Without a battery For famine, is it? I also starve. (It's good curry, though.) No more batting practice And no more favors, I'm sure I won't bring it up I've got some kind of trauma In the wallet full of cards I dropped No messages (Still don't know what Ivermectin is.) Refuse to google such an awkward juncture. Sure, the junk worked— Sure the cops called After supper, On you go: The father's Carson. Uncle Parr is at the door. UNCLE JACK I'm back! DAD Sure, you are. [The Man resembles the late Jack Parr.] Here comes old wheats his name, The cousin, tagging alongside big brother A Jon with no H, the cousin— But I just can't call it [A strange looking boy resembling JON STEWART enters alongside his cousin, an even stranger looking whom resembles DAVID LETTERMAN— between the two of them, they are the oldest of the boys, about high school aged—dressed fashionably but odd and both dawning suspenders with their strange and quite ill fitting pants. This is weird. What is this—what is this? What is this here for! Why does this exist at all? What are you doing this for? Skipping suicide another night? Beats the knife in my back. —because, I just don't care anymore. L E G E N D S In an ‘imaginary‘ parallel dimension, the world is torn when the workforce—not just of one Union or another, but the workforce of the entire country goes on strike as a protest against high costs of living in demand of a living wage; a nightly entertainment program is interrupted with a news broadcast which declares a state of emergency—the economy itself on the verge of collapse. Oh. That's what I'm writing. You know, they're gonna kill me for this. —that's why you need therapy! Look, all I want to do is make dance music. Why bother. Why bother at all When big brother is watching, And long gone is Jack Parr, It's all done and divorced, But all sausage party, The festival project. Numb3rs Digital Liquid {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. The Complex Collective ©

TITUS Come, now— As the king does sit upon my throne, Though not a King myself as I, Still cherished among men and many Who are in thine favor, As you seek truth to bear, my King And not your but also yours, Does partake thy bethrotjen nature, To swallow whole a seed a assumption as To vanish by trace, The rather and tide to bond, For truth you seek, And truth I bear, As fruit does grow, By force of not God, But nature, And to thine, the faring way The truth does seek you, too Thus, my God and Queen— But also King, Ruler never captured And gained wisdom by time, Which— None does have, but thyself. And now, Titus. To know,node bearing fruit are I And bearing truth shall you, A lesson gathered, as you as one And I as other— under the assumption of Love What is love? God, this is a sausage feat in here. Let's get some women in this bitch. Oh, there are women— They just don't speak much— Especially in this series Ascension. Because they're perfect. Archaic is this, A truce for the truth I seek. A wage for the war I've bargeouned. Listen now. You tell me. I tell you all that I know, For nothing now, And in nothing's sake, The shared alter. I, too, you. And you to I— Have we parted but some to forge But others? No others remain. And still I gather. With flower. And grow thy seed. The fruit, or truth? No difference. A tree, I am born. To wake. A shadow in the summer's night where autumn azure sun does beem, The wicked truth you lie to pardon Stands in its own awakening; Shallow moon tide's at dawn, And so, you kind folk of Kingdom there And Kingdom come, The truth is said as this, The seed the fruit— The love was born in ritual, And only then, The dance was made, For the song to have been sung as such. Dear Queen, my heart. For never better none has taken guilt in wavering the time has come; Never now but always forward And never there but always bound, To love itself, And so I am. Again. Trust me. I have. The King is slain. —but also lives. As haunted and as haunting no doubt, But to gain is this, my trust And in your waiver— the vow My honor, and sacntity so. The swine. Not of this realm, but others seek. And in this realm and others so The truth of fruit shall parish, Ignored and never eaten Never to have grown from seed, And then, of course, No tree shall I shadow In midnight summer's truth, The blue azure light, Of seeking sun, Soon to align, By midnight dawn, And waking tide— The moon you say. A sworn disaster. And so, I pray. All's fair. And you. [TITUS with a heavy heart exits the corridor.] {Enter The Multiverse} The Strine Force Five assembles in the basement before supper is called SETH, a peckish boy, almost goilish looking, maybe 11 or so steals cookies from OLIVER, who might be about 9, who speaks with a heavy and very proper English accent— Stop stealing my biscuits! Why bring them if you're not going to share? I did share. You lot had the box! You know these are cookies, right? They're my special biscuits. UPSTAIRS, MOM and DAD, very much the classic stereotypical suburban and American everywoman and Everyman prepare for supper. DAD, who resembles almost too much the LATE JOHNNY CARSON, peers into his newspaper conspicuously— Who does mom resemble? Let me — LATER, at the DINNER TABLE. Boys, Say hello to your uncle Steve. [The man heavily resembles Steve Allen] OLIVER Hello, Uncle Steve! UNCLE STEVE …I'm not your uncle. LIL JIMMY (Mumbling) I don't like uncle Steve… BIG JIMMY elbows him. Hard. LIL JIMMY Ow! BIG JIMMY smacks him upside the head, however without harming his very neatly done swooping hair. LIL JIMMY Where's uncle Jack? UNCLE STEVE He's on his way. DAD (Grumbles) …always late. LIL JIMMY (also grumbling, almost mimicking) —that's what I'm saying. BIG JIMMY shoves LIL JIMMY into his seat Also meanwhile, in another alternate dimension. So you're real name is JIMMY WANG. I fucking guess. That's nuts! —it's..:whatever. No, that's nuts— No, it's balls, homie, Your actual name is actually “Dick” twice. Hehehehe. Stop it. Did you have a middle name. No! Let me see. NO. Stop— let me— NO! [he grabs the birth certificate from Jimmy's grip] Let's see. —Jimmy— UGH, Oh, that's interesting, Jimmy and not James, how endearing—let's see— Jimmy—Ah, RICHARD— Wang. Oh my God. Your whole name is just— STOP IT. —it's just dicks. Just—penis words. Tripe dicks. AH! [nearly in tears, JIMMY runs to sulk into the washroom while his buddies continue making dick jokes; it's almost to much to bear—having learned so much about his true identity, most recently, that he was adopted at a very young age from a very nice Asian couple.] SUNNI BLU (Reading newspaper, breaking fourth wall) I told you he was Asian bro. SUDDENLY, Deadpool crashes through the door. SUNNI BLU tosses the super hot model in their lap across the room. YO. DEADPOOL. DEADPOOL YO. SUNNI BLU NOT COOL, BRO. DEADPOOL —what was your name again? SUNNI BLU Ya mutha! DEADPOOL NOT COOL. SUNNI BLU Whateva. {Enter The Multiverse} “Tools of the Trade” Welcome to Hollywood. Who are you? That's not important. It seems important. Now—lessonsz Ok. Tools of the trade: Uh huh. My dick. [he insinuates his crotch] Package. My dyke. [A very pretty lesbian appears out of nowhere.] Hello. My Dick Van Dyke. DICK VAN DYKE also appears out of nowhere. Woah, dude! Careful, he's priceless. I know dude. I can hear you, you know. I hear you too, Dick. Woah! How old are you, dude? Old! Get out of here; Go lay down; Take a nap! They said the gig was till 3. You're off early. Or late. [DICK VAN DYKE turns to leave.] I can still hear you. sweet yellow pinapple and coconut curry over brown rice and lentils sounded like a good Christmas Eve In— “Wait? It is Christmas Eve, isn't it?” I checked the date and time as my phone connected to the wifi. “Yep.” I concurred, slurping the last of the curry broth from my dinner bowl— my second, but most likely out of three. I'd made enough to last however two or three days, and though I had been offline for throught most of now what seemed the entire month, letting my bills lapse over to make nonexistent room in the budget for the peloton, which seemed fair, considering how small I was getting, even cooking and eating myself into the non complacent waking coma that was the vivid and apt focus needed to create music for hours on end—something I had never quite done before in a certain way, and it seemed as though working in this fashion seemed somehow to have moved me solidly forward and sideways through time a bit—some sort of diagonal. I had rested the Sabbath and in the midst of it fallen behind by two days, but making up for it and catching up speed, I had submitted two releases in the early morning on the same day, now coming to an end—and somewhere in the middle, waking up after the fact to a fresh blanket of snow and the whimsy that came with it. A white Christmas afterall, perhaps, if it didn't melt by the following morning, which, judging by the fact that the coffee in the tumbler was still piping hot and not just like warm—I.e., fresh—that I might the same be up early into Christmas morning, also the first day of Hanukkah, and although I had forgone getting a menorah, after the attempt to pick up a free one I had found online over the summer in search of a cat, it didn't seem worth the cost to buy one; I was saving for too many things at once, which meant also nothing, but I couldn't be happier to spend the holidays alone and quietly— I couldn't be with the one person I wanted most, anyway, and so being alone was the next best thing. I almost wished I had've found the cat by now, but it was probably better that I was for the most part, unanchored, and could travel at will if needed. I thought to submit some of my new songs as demos to labels or into contests to try to find a job, but either way I knew in the moment that I would be playing live again by spring, even if it was just barmitsvahe and weddings, the latter of which I actually hoped to avoid, besides the Jewish ones—and my affinity for Jews had become remarkably trademark; as if I had some sort of reason to like them more over time, but I hadn't one—not that I actually knew of, anyway. I had forgotten why I had been checking my email incessantly anyway, besides the new sound packs that seemed to have been magically pouring in, which i became excited to use when the right time struck to dive back into aboleton, learning in broad lessons in how there was a grace period between finishing and submitting tracks and starting again, and being careful not to sink into monotony—until I finally remembered, checking my email—that I had been nervous about samples from one of the latest releases clearing—however—a miracle indeed, it had been approved, and the message sit atop a pile of nonsense in the rest of my email with the news that it had been delivered to stores— I had put out about 15 singles since the beginning of the month and had a week's time more in my subscription to the distribution service—and I planned not to waste any time before my account being terminated— not that eventually I wouldn't renew the subscription, however— it would be at least a few months and probably into the early spring. I had, after all, purchased the subscription around the same time a year sooner, which allowed me to purchase the service at half price— a luxury which no doubt would end before my next payday, and after the payment for my Peloton—however— I thoroughly enjoyed keeping my energy well to myself, and it seemed I was recovering well from having been followed to the gym and harassed, however, now the annoyance was— my neighbor wouldn't leave me alone. She was high maintenance, full of drama, probably a little bit toxic— And now, she wanted to be friends. I thought it best to stay on her good side, and had politely declined the invitation to Christmas at her apartment with her mother, but knew that until one of us moved, I would have to safely navigate the trenches of neighborly rapport; though something told me to be careful with the valitile fragility of the entire thing, it seemed almost the same with anyone, even old friends, that trust itself was rare to have in others, and so my holiday wishes had been simple and humble in truth; it had snowed, and I was alone, and making music— the home gym set-up, complete with yoga mat, Peleton and pink treadmill were simply a bonus. —Tales of a Superstar DJ. [The Festival Project ™] Seven wooky dudes stand candy coated in the VIP section at a major music festival. Who brought them!? U did. Now I wonder ‘What's the difference' Same profession, So much distance I misjudged this; Thought I had it all Wedged behind one ear, Forlorn, (For Lorne) And one finger to the socket Sock puppet watching porn of Elmer Fudd Now, knock it off— I wanna know why god chose the number one, Folders up dollar bill Back of the collections call The corner, a sharp deposit Sure, For figure, full figured dolphins Sawed it all off— A saw tooth lecture; So fire sure a God, But then, A one lost walkie talkie And the other is, of course Without a battery For famine, is it? I also starve. (It's good curry, though.) No more batting practice And no more favors, I'm sure I won't bring it up I've got some kind of trauma In the wallet full of cards I dropped No messages (Still don't know what Ivermectin is.) Refuse to google such an awkward juncture. Sure, the junk worked— Sure the cops called After supper, On you go: The father's Carson. Uncle Parr is at the door. UNCLE JACK I'm back! DAD Sure, you are. [The Man resembles the late Jack Parr.] Here comes old wheats his name, The cousin, tagging alongside big brother A Jon with no H, the cousin— But I just can't call it [A strange looking boy resembling JON STEWART enters alongside his cousin, an even stranger looking whom resembles DAVID LETTERMAN— between the two of them, they are the oldest of the boys, about high school aged—dressed fashionably but odd and both dawning suspenders with their strange and quite ill fitting pants. This is weird. What is this—what is this? What is this here for! Why does this exist at all? What are you doing this for? Skipping suicide another night? Beats the knife in my back. —because, I just don't care anymore. L E G E N D S In an ‘imaginary‘ parallel dimension, the world is torn when the workforce—not just of one Union or another, but the workforce of the entire country goes on strike as a protest against high costs of living in demand of a living wage; a nightly entertainment program is interrupted with a news broadcast which declares a state of emergency—the economy itself on the verge of collapse. Oh. That's what I'm writing. You know, they're gonna kill me for this. —that's why you need therapy! Look, all I want to do is make dance music. Why bother. Why bother at all When big brother is watching, And long gone is Jack Parr, It's all done and divorced, But all sausage party, The festival project. Numb3rs Digital Liquid {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. The Complex Collective ©

TITUS Come, now— As the king does sit upon my throne, Though not a King myself as I, Still cherished among men and many Who are in thine favor, As you seek truth to bear, my King And not your but also yours, Does partake thy bethrotjen nature, To swallow whole a seed a assumption as To vanish by trace, The rather and tide to bond, For truth you seek, And truth I bear, As fruit does grow, By force of not God, But nature, And to thine, the faring way The truth does seek you, too Thus, my God and Queen— But also King, Ruler never captured And gained wisdom by time, Which— None does have, but thyself. And now, Titus. To know,node bearing fruit are I And bearing truth shall you, A lesson gathered, as you as one And I as other— under the assumption of Love What is love? God, this is a sausage feat in here. Let's get some women in this bitch. Oh, there are women— They just don't speak much— Especially in this series Ascension. Because they're perfect. Archaic is this, A truce for the truth I seek. A wage for the war I've bargeouned. Listen now. You tell me. I tell you all that I know, For nothing now, And in nothing's sake, The shared alter. I, too, you. And you to I— Have we parted but some to forge But others? No others remain. And still I gather. With flower. And grow thy seed. The fruit, or truth? No difference. A tree, I am born. To wake. A shadow in the summer's night where autumn azure sun does beem, The wicked truth you lie to pardon Stands in its own awakening; Shallow moon tide's at dawn, And so, you kind folk of Kingdom there And Kingdom come, The truth is said as this, The seed the fruit— The love was born in ritual, And only then, The dance was made, For the song to have been sung as such. Dear Queen, my heart. For never better none has taken guilt in wavering the time has come; Never now but always forward And never there but always bound, To love itself, And so I am. Again. Trust me. I have. The King is slain. —but also lives. As haunted and as haunting no doubt, But to gain is this, my trust And in your waiver— the vow My honor, and sacntity so. The swine. Not of this realm, but others seek. And in this realm and others so The truth of fruit shall parish, Ignored and never eaten Never to have grown from seed, And then, of course, No tree shall I shadow In midnight summer's truth, The blue azure light, Of seeking sun, Soon to align, By midnight dawn, And waking tide— The moon you say. A sworn disaster. And so, I pray. All's fair. And you. [TITUS with a heavy heart exits the corridor.] {Enter The Multiverse} The Strine Force Five assembles in the basement before supper is called SETH, a peckish boy, almost goilish looking, maybe 11 or so steals cookies from OLIVER, who might be about 9, who speaks with a heavy and very proper English accent— Stop stealing my biscuits! Why bring them if you're not going to share? I did share. You lot had the box! You know these are cookies, right? They're my special biscuits. UPSTAIRS, MOM and DAD, very much the classic stereotypical suburban and American everywoman and Everyman prepare for supper. DAD, who resembles almost too much the LATE JOHNNY CARSON, peers into his newspaper conspicuously— Who does mom resemble? Let me — LATER, at the DINNER TABLE. Boys, Say hello to your uncle Steve. [The man heavily resembles Steve Allen] OLIVER Hello, Uncle Steve! UNCLE STEVE …I'm not your uncle. LIL JIMMY (Mumbling) I don't like uncle Steve… BIG JIMMY elbows him. Hard. LIL JIMMY Ow! BIG JIMMY smacks him upside the head, however without harming his very neatly done swooping hair. LIL JIMMY Where's uncle Jack? UNCLE STEVE He's on his way. DAD (Grumbles) …always late. LIL JIMMY (also grumbling, almost mimicking) —that's what I'm saying. BIG JIMMY shoves LIL JIMMY into his seat Also meanwhile, in another alternate dimension. So you're real name is JIMMY WANG. I fucking guess. That's nuts! —it's..:whatever. No, that's nuts— No, it's balls, homie, Your actual name is actually “Dick” twice. Hehehehe. Stop it. Did you have a middle name. No! Let me see. NO. Stop— let me— NO! [he grabs the birth certificate from Jimmy's grip] Let's see. —Jimmy— UGH, Oh, that's interesting, Jimmy and not James, how endearing—let's see— Jimmy—Ah, RICHARD— Wang. Oh my God. Your whole name is just— STOP IT. —it's just dicks. Just—penis words. Tripe dicks. AH! [nearly in tears, JIMMY runs to sulk into the washroom while his buddies continue making dick jokes; it's almost to much to bear—having learned so much about his true identity, most recently, that he was adopted at a very young age from a very nice Asian couple.] SUNNI BLU (Reading newspaper, breaking fourth wall) I told you he was Asian bro. SUDDENLY, Deadpool crashes through the door. SUNNI BLU tosses the super hot model in their lap across the room. YO. DEADPOOL. DEADPOOL YO. SUNNI BLU NOT COOL, BRO. DEADPOOL —what was your name again? SUNNI BLU Ya mutha! DEADPOOL NOT COOL. SUNNI BLU Whateva. {Enter The Multiverse} “Tools of the Trade” Welcome to Hollywood. Who are you? That's not important. It seems important. Now—lessonsz Ok. Tools of the trade: Uh huh. My dick. [he insinuates his crotch] Package. My dyke. [A very pretty lesbian appears out of nowhere.] Hello. My Dick Van Dyke. DICK VAN DYKE also appears out of nowhere. Woah, dude! Careful, he's priceless. I know dude. I can hear you, you know. I hear you too, Dick. Woah! How old are you, dude? Old! Get out of here; Go lay down; Take a nap! They said the gig was till 3. You're off early. Or late. [DICK VAN DYKE turns to leave.] I can still hear you. sweet yellow pinapple and coconut curry over brown rice and lentils sounded like a good Christmas Eve In— “Wait? It is Christmas Eve, isn't it?” I checked the date and time as my phone connected to the wifi. “Yep.” I concurred, slurping the last of the curry broth from my dinner bowl— my second, but most likely out of three. I'd made enough to last however two or three days, and though I had been offline for throught most of now what seemed the entire month, letting my bills lapse over to make nonexistent room in the budget for the peloton, which seemed fair, considering how small I was getting, even cooking and eating myself into the non complacent waking coma that was the vivid and apt focus needed to create music for hours on end—something I had never quite done before in a certain way, and it seemed as though working in this fashion seemed somehow to have moved me solidly forward and sideways through time a bit—some sort of diagonal. I had rested the Sabbath and in the midst of it fallen behind by two days, but making up for it and catching up speed, I had submitted two releases in the early morning on the same day, now coming to an end—and somewhere in the middle, waking up after the fact to a fresh blanket of snow and the whimsy that came with it. A white Christmas afterall, perhaps, if it didn't melt by the following morning, which, judging by the fact that the coffee in the tumbler was still piping hot and not just like warm—I.e., fresh—that I might the same be up early into Christmas morning, also the first day of Hanukkah, and although I had forgone getting a menorah, after the attempt to pick up a free one I had found online over the summer in search of a cat, it didn't seem worth the cost to buy one; I was saving for too many things at once, which meant also nothing, but I couldn't be happier to spend the holidays alone and quietly— I couldn't be with the one person I wanted most, anyway, and so being alone was the next best thing. I almost wished I had've found the cat by now, but it was probably better that I was for the most part, unanchored, and could travel at will if needed. I thought to submit some of my new songs as demos to labels or into contests to try to find a job, but either way I knew in the moment that I would be playing live again by spring, even if it was just barmitsvahe and weddings, the latter of which I actually hoped to avoid, besides the Jewish ones—and my affinity for Jews had become remarkably trademark; as if I had some sort of reason to like them more over time, but I hadn't one—not that I actually knew of, anyway. I had forgotten why I had been checking my email incessantly anyway, besides the new sound packs that seemed to have been magically pouring in, which i became excited to use when the right time struck to dive back into aboleton, learning in broad lessons in how there was a grace period between finishing and submitting tracks and starting again, and being careful not to sink into monotony—until I finally remembered, checking my email—that I had been nervous about samples from one of the latest releases clearing—however—a miracle indeed, it had been approved, and the message sit atop a pile of nonsense in the rest of my email with the news that it had been delivered to stores— I had put out about 15 singles since the beginning of the month and had a week's time more in my subscription to the distribution service—and I planned not to waste any time before my account being terminated— not that eventually I wouldn't renew the subscription, however— it would be at least a few months and probably into the early spring. I had, after all, purchased the subscription around the same time a year sooner, which allowed me to purchase the service at half price— a luxury which no doubt would end before my next payday, and after the payment for my Peloton—however— I thoroughly enjoyed keeping my energy well to myself, and it seemed I was recovering well from having been followed to the gym and harassed, however, now the annoyance was— my neighbor wouldn't leave me alone. She was high maintenance, full of drama, probably a little bit toxic— And now, she wanted to be friends. I thought it best to stay on her good side, and had politely declined the invitation to Christmas at her apartment with her mother, but knew that until one of us moved, I would have to safely navigate the trenches of neighborly rapport; though something told me to be careful with the valitile fragility of the entire thing, it seemed almost the same with anyone, even old friends, that trust itself was rare to have in others, and so my holiday wishes had been simple and humble in truth; it had snowed, and I was alone, and making music— the home gym set-up, complete with yoga mat, Peleton and pink treadmill were simply a bonus. —Tales of a Superstar DJ. [The Festival Project ™] Seven wooky dudes stand candy coated in the VIP section at a major music festival. Who brought them!? U did. Now I wonder ‘What's the difference' Same profession, So much distance I misjudged this; Thought I had it all Wedged behind one ear, Forlorn, (For Lorne) And one finger to the socket Sock puppet watching porn of Elmer Fudd Now, knock it off— I wanna know why god chose the number one, Folders up dollar bill Back of the collections call The corner, a sharp deposit Sure, For figure, full figured dolphins Sawed it all off— A saw tooth lecture; So fire sure a God, But then, A one lost walkie talkie And the other is, of course Without a battery For famine, is it? I also starve. (It's good curry, though.) No more batting practice And no more favors, I'm sure I won't bring it up I've got some kind of trauma In the wallet full of cards I dropped No messages (Still don't know what Ivermectin is.) Refuse to google such an awkward juncture. Sure, the junk worked— Sure the cops called After supper, On you go: The father's Carson. Uncle Parr is at the door. UNCLE JACK I'm back! DAD Sure, you are. [The Man resembles the late Jack Parr.] Here comes old wheats his name, The cousin, tagging alongside big brother A Jon with no H, the cousin— But I just can't call it [A strange looking boy resembling JON STEWART enters alongside his cousin, an even stranger looking whom resembles DAVID LETTERMAN— between the two of them, they are the oldest of the boys, about high school aged—dressed fashionably but odd and both dawning suspenders with their strange and quite ill fitting pants. This is weird. What is this—what is this? What is this here for! Why does this exist at all? What are you doing this for? Skipping suicide another night? Beats the knife in my back. —because, I just don't care anymore. L E G E N D S In an ‘imaginary‘ parallel dimension, the world is torn when the workforce—not just of one Union or another, but the workforce of the entire country goes on strike as a protest against high costs of living in demand of a living wage; a nightly entertainment program is interrupted with a news broadcast which declares a state of emergency—the economy itself on the verge of collapse. Oh. That's what I'm writing. You know, they're gonna kill me for this. —that's why you need therapy! Look, all I want to do is make dance music. Why bother. Why bother at all When big brother is watching, And long gone is Jack Parr, It's all done and divorced, But all sausage party, The festival project. Numb3rs Digital Liquid {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. The Complex Collective ©

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Linktree: https://linktr.ee/AnalyticNotorious Mass Effect: XDefiant Season 1 BreakdownAnalytic Dreamz analyzes everything new in XDefiant's explosive Season 1! Gear up for a deep dive into the fresh content, including:New Faction: The GSK joins the fray, featuring familiar faces from Rainbow Six Siege – Bandit, Jäger, and Blitz – with abilities adapted for XDefiant's fast-paced action.Weapon Arsenal Expands: Master the LVOA-C assault rifle's high fire rate, the L115 sniper rifle's balanced damage, and the close-quarters power of the Sawed-off Shotgun.Mastery Colors: Flaunt your skills with new Titanium, Violet, Azure, and Prisma mastery colors.Ranked Play Arrives: Climb the competitive ladder in the 4v4 Ranked Playlist featuring Ocuppy, Domination, Zone Control, and Escort. Prove your mettle through adjusted rules and seven tiers, from Bronze to Legends.New Map – Reimagined: Explore the familiar yet revamped Clubhouse map, inspired by Rainbow Six Siege, with strategic adjustments to key areas.Support Your Favorite Creators: Show your love for XDefiant content creators through in-game purchases.Patch Notes Rundown: Analytic Dreamz breaks down key balance changes, including ability adjustments, the introduction of Capture the Flag (CTF), and improved sniper flinch. Plus, discover bug fixes for weapons, devices, and social features.Beginner's Bootcamp: Dive into essential tips for XDefiant newcomers, covering faction mastery, settings optimization, weapon customization, flanking tactics, map knowledge, teamwork, advanced movement, aiming strategies, and more.Reviews Roundup: Analytic Dreamz analyzes critic reception, highlighting the game's praised gunplay and core mechanics alongside discussions on content and features. Ratings range from 6 to 8 out of 10.Don't miss this segment for a comprehensive look at XDefiant's Season 1 and everything it brings to the arena!Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/analytic-dreamz-notorious-mass-effect/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

The Road Warrior builds up Max's signature weapon in a great way. Read more at: https://scottsself-indulgentmovieblog.blogspot.com/

EP113 of the #ATIpodcast w/ BEAR, he welcomes SAWED OFF, a St. Louis, MO Death Metal outfit. In this episode of the ATI Podcast, host Barrett Lewis interviews the band Sawed Off from St. Louis. They gang discuss the band's formation, their musical influences, and their goals for the future. The band members talk about their love for death metal, and their desire to create music that they themselves would enjoy. They also mention some of the bands they have played with and recommend checking out. The conversation touches on their recording process and their preference for using traditional methods to capture their authentic sound. They emphasize the importance of playing live shows and the energy they bring to their performances. They also discuss their creative process and the intention behind their songwriting and transitions. The episode also features a discussion about their favorite 90s country artists. Sawed Off discusses their love for diverse music across multiple genres. They also share their current favorite artists, including Gate Creeper, Jarhead Fertilizer, Tomb Sentinel, Vitriol, and more. They express their appreciation for the support of their fans and their desire to continue growing as a band. The episode finishes with SAWED OFF's "CLING TO THE BEAST". The intro features a segment of SAWED OFF's "DULL KNIFE." Where to find SAWED OFF: IG: https://www.instagram.com/sawedoffdeath/ FB: https://www.facebook.com/sawedoffdeath X/Twitter: https://twitter.com/SAWEDOFFDEATH Bandcamp: https://sawedoffdeath.bandcamp.com/album/forced-blunt-trauma SITE: https://linktr.ee/sawedoffdeath Like, Listen, Enjoy, Subscribe to the ATI Podcast collective anywhere you get your podcast audio. ⁠https://flow.page/atipod⁠ --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ati-podcast/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ati-podcast/support

PEBKAC Trio discussing new light switches and other unnecessary musings.

"Every chapter gets better and better. Can't wait to read more. Have no idea where this is going and loving it." - Ryan McKinney, Writer and Director, The Invited | In a world on the brink of destruction, Joe continues his journey in an edge-of-your-seat adventure as he faces the desolate aftermath of a global cataclysm head-on. | S1E1 Chapter 3: They reach the town, fight off more robots, and make their way to the gun store to stock up on weapons. | A humorous sci-fi serial fiction audiobook podcast from author Joe Gillis. Catch a new chapter of Post-Apocalyptic Joe in a Cinematic Wasteland Wednesdays. Join Joe's Community at CinematicWasteland.com. Read this chapter at https://members.joegillis.com/articles/postapocalyptic-joe-cinematic-wasteland-chapter-3. You can see me in action as Post-Apocalyptic Joe in the video I made for Beyond Geek about my experience here. Odin Makes: Sawed-off shotgun from Mad Max and Evil Dead. BONUS: I joined Odin Makes for a livestream to weather a pair of new goggles, creating a vintage look. Check it out: Odin Makes Livestream with Joe.

A 36-year-old mother from LaPorte, Indiana, Thessalonica Allen, has been sentenced to spend 63 years in a state correctional facility for the brutal slaying of her husband, Randy Allen.  LaPorte County Circuit Court Judge Thomas J. Alevizos delivered the severe sentence following a swift trial in which a jury found Allen guilty on multiple charges, including murder, abuse of a corpse, and altering the scene of a death.  The jury deliberated for less than 30 minutes in July before reaching their verdict. Judge Alevizos, [Al-uh-VEE-sohs] in his sentencing decision, emphasized the aggravating factors in the case, stating that they far outweighed any mitigating elements. These aggravating factors included evidence of premeditation both before and after the tragic event and a stark lack of remorse on Allen's part, as documented in court records.  Judge Alevizos underscored the significant psychological impact on Allen's two young children, who were forced to participate in the gruesome aftermath of their father's murder. He noted that Allen even went so far as to place blame on her youngest child.  The grim events unfolded on July 27, 2021, when Allen fatally shot her husband inside their family home while their children, under 16, were present. The children reported hearing a "loud bang" and discovering their mother lying on the floor, urging them not to call 911 and sending them back to their rooms.  Later that night, Allen woke her children and instructed them to assist in moving their father's lifeless body outside the house and into his car. However, the weight proved too much for them to handle. Subsequently, Allen resorted to even more macabre methods to dispose of the body.  According to the children's statements to detectives, Allen acquired cleaning supplies and an ax the following day, using it to dismember Randy Allen's corpse. She then enlisted the help of her children in placing the body parts into a tote bag. Despite their efforts, the body remained too heavy for them to move. Allen allegedly expressed her intention to drive to a location in South Bend, where she planned to set the body on fire.  The police became involved when a man, who had been in a previous relationship with Thessalonica Allen and was the father of one of the children, reported the gruesome situation. He claimed that Allen had called him, alleging that Randy Allen was abusing their child. Upon arriving at the apartment, the man discovered Randy Allen's lifeless body, prompting Thessalonica Allen to confess to the murder.  Despite being asked to assist in moving the body, the man declined and asked to be driven back home. During the drive, he claimed that Allen threw a gun out of the car window. Thessalonica Allen was later located by police in the parking lot of an Ace Hardware store in LaPorte, where she tearfully confessed to killing her husband. She claimed it was in self-defense after he allegedly choked her.  In a chilling revelation, Allen admitted to cutting off Randy's legs when she couldn't fit him into the tote bag. The children corroborated this account during police interviews. The argument leading to the murder allegedly stemmed from Randy Allen confronting Thessalonica about a website she had been using, though no specific details about the site were provided.  During the trial, Allen's defense attempted to mount a claim of self-defense, alleging that Randy Allen had lunged at her during the fight. Prosecutors countered by revealing that Thessalonica Allen had lied to obtain a protective order against her husband. Additionally, investigators found a handwritten note in the apartment outlining tasks related to getting rid of Randy Allen's body, further suggesting premeditation.  The note said:  1. Spray s— in face, hit him in right knee w/ hammer  2. Hit w/hammer/stab him  3. Roll body up in sheets & plastic bags Want to listen to ALL of our podcasts AD-FREE? Subscribe through APPLE PODCASTS, and try it for three days free: https://tinyurl.com/ycw626tj Follow Our Other Cases: https://www.truecrimetodaypod.com The latest on Catching the Long Island Serial Killer, Awaiting Admission: BTK's Unconfessed Crimes, Delphi Murders: Inside the Crime, Chad & Lori Daybell, The Murder of Ana Walshe, Alex Murdaugh, Bryan Kohberger, Lucy Letby, Kouri Richins, Malevolent Mormon Mommys, Justice for Harmony Montgomery, The Murder of Stephen Smith, The Murder of Madeline Kingsbury, and much more! Listen at https://www.truecrimetodaypod.com

A 36-year-old mother from LaPorte, Indiana, Thessalonica Allen, has been sentenced to spend 63 years in a state correctional facility for the brutal slaying of her husband, Randy Allen.  LaPorte County Circuit Court Judge Thomas J. Alevizos delivered the severe sentence following a swift trial in which a jury found Allen guilty on multiple charges, including murder, abuse of a corpse, and altering the scene of a death.  The jury deliberated for less than 30 minutes in July before reaching their verdict. Judge Alevizos, [Al-uh-VEE-sohs] in his sentencing decision, emphasized the aggravating factors in the case, stating that they far outweighed any mitigating elements. These aggravating factors included evidence of premeditation both before and after the tragic event and a stark lack of remorse on Allen's part, as documented in court records.  Judge Alevizos underscored the significant psychological impact on Allen's two young children, who were forced to participate in the gruesome aftermath of their father's murder. He noted that Allen even went so far as to place blame on her youngest child.  The grim events unfolded on July 27, 2021, when Allen fatally shot her husband inside their family home while their children, under 16, were present. The children reported hearing a "loud bang" and discovering their mother lying on the floor, urging them not to call 911 and sending them back to their rooms.  Later that night, Allen woke her children and instructed them to assist in moving their father's lifeless body outside the house and into his car. However, the weight proved too much for them to handle. Subsequently, Allen resorted to even more macabre methods to dispose of the body.  According to the children's statements to detectives, Allen acquired cleaning supplies and an ax the following day, using it to dismember Randy Allen's corpse. She then enlisted the help of her children in placing the body parts into a tote bag. Despite their efforts, the body remained too heavy for them to move. Allen allegedly expressed her intention to drive to a location in South Bend, where she planned to set the body on fire.  The police became involved when a man, who had been in a previous relationship with Thessalonica Allen and was the father of one of the children, reported the gruesome situation. He claimed that Allen had called him, alleging that Randy Allen was abusing their child. Upon arriving at the apartment, the man discovered Randy Allen's lifeless body, prompting Thessalonica Allen to confess to the murder.  Despite being asked to assist in moving the body, the man declined and asked to be driven back home. During the drive, he claimed that Allen threw a gun out of the car window. Thessalonica Allen was later located by police in the parking lot of an Ace Hardware store in LaPorte, where she tearfully confessed to killing her husband. She claimed it was in self-defense after he allegedly choked her.  In a chilling revelation, Allen admitted to cutting off Randy's legs when she couldn't fit him into the tote bag. The children corroborated this account during police interviews. The argument leading to the murder allegedly stemmed from Randy Allen confronting Thessalonica about a website she had been using, though no specific details about the site were provided.  During the trial, Allen's defense attempted to mount a claim of self-defense, alleging that Randy Allen had lunged at her during the fight. Prosecutors countered by revealing that Thessalonica Allen had lied to obtain a protective order against her husband. Additionally, investigators found a handwritten note in the apartment outlining tasks related to getting rid of Randy Allen's body, further suggesting premeditation.  The note said:  1. Spray s— in face, hit him in right knee w/ hammer  2. Hit w/hammer/stab him  3. Roll body up in sheets & plastic bags Want to listen to ALL of our podcasts AD-FREE? Subscribe through APPLE PODCASTS, and try it for three days free: https://tinyurl.com/ycw626tj Follow Our Other Cases: https://www.truecrimetodaypod.com The latest on Catching the Long Island Serial Killer, Awaiting Admission: BTK's Unconfessed Crimes, Delphi Murders: Inside the Crime, Chad & Lori Daybell, The Murder of Ana Walshe, Alex Murdaugh, Bryan Kohberger, Lucy Letby, Kouri Richins, Malevolent Mormon Mommys, Justice for Harmony Montgomery, The Murder of Stephen Smith, The Murder of Madeline Kingsbury, and much more! Listen at https://www.truecrimetodaypod.com

Reverse 911 warnings went out to residents in Chester County, urging people to stay inside their homes. This after escaped fugitive, Danelo Cavalcante, broke into a house and stole a gun.  Police say Cavalcante is now armed with a .22 rifle. Law enforcement sources tell Fox 29 that the homeowner fired seven times at the escaped killer. State police have Cavalcante's waterlogged and muddy sneakers.  They were found during the search of a field. Police say a pair of boots were stolen from the porch of the home. Cavalcante's green hoodie was also recovered.  An updated description issued by Pennsylvania State Police describes Cavalcante as shirtless, wearing blue pants carrying a .22 cutoff rifle, with a 10-round magazine and a scope. Insiders also say Cavalcante had access to a cellphone.  Joining Nancy Grace Today: Matthew Mangino - Attorney, Former District Attorney (Lawrence County, PA), Author: "The Executioner's Toll: The Crimes, Arrests, Trials, Appeals, Last Meals, Final Words and Executions of 46 Persons in the United States", Twitter: @MatthewTMangino, MattMangino.com Dr. Bethany Marshall  - Psychoanalyst https://www.drbethanymarshall.com/, Instagram & TikTok: drbethanymarshall, Twitter:@DrBethanyLive  Irv Brandt -  Senior Inspector, US Marshals Service International Investigations Branch, Chief Inspector, DOJ Office of International Affairs; Author: “SOLO SHOT: CURSE OF THE BLUE STONE” available on Amazon, Also "FLYING SOLO: Top of the World" Twitter: @JackSoloAuthor “Turtleman” Chris Adams - Swamp Survival Expert, Facebook: Wiregrass Ecological & Cultural Project, TikTok @GAturtleman  Dr. Michelle DuPre- (Columbia, SC) Former Forensic Pathologist, Medical Examiner and Detective: Lexington County Sheriff's Department, Author: “Money, Mischief, and Murder…the Murdaugh Saga. The rest of the story"- out the end of September. Homicide Investigation Field Guide" & "Investigating Child Abuse Field Guide", Forensic Consultant Sheryl McCollum-(Atlanta, GA) Cold Case Investigative Research Institute Founder, ColdCaseCrimes.org, Host of new podcast: Zone 7, Twitter: @ColdCaseTips Eddie Kadhim [Cade-him], Reporter for FOX29 Philadelphia, https://www.fox29.com/person/k/eddie-kadhim, Facebook: Eddie Kadhim Journalist, Twitter: @KadhimWrites, Instagram: eddiekadhim  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode James Disser tells some absolutely INSANE stories from his career.  Check out his book, link below!   James Disser has 31 years on the job as a police officer and detective. 3 years as an undercover investigator in narcotics, 5 years assigned to a major crimes task force, 9 years on SWAT.   Check out the book! www.echoesbook.com Support the show by joining the Patreon community today! https://www.patreon.com/user?u=27353055           -Video of the interviews           -Vinyl TPS logo sticker           -Patron Shoutout            -Exclusive posts and direct messaging to Steve Please rate and review on iTunes! https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/things-police-see-first-hand-accounts/id1384355891?mt=2 Shop Merch / Subscribe / be a guest / Contact  www.thingspolicesee.com Join the FB community!  https://www.facebook.com/thingspolicesee/ Background consultation - Ken@policebackground.net

The far more censored version of the award-winning and unparalleled "A Mediocre Time with Tom and Dan." - "A Corporate Time" is a daily companion and terrestrial radio show heard nationally on iHeartRadio. It's silly.

It's here! The final episode of season 1! The guys wanna say thank you to everyone who has been listening and we hope you keep coming with us on this bizarre and fun ride. Last episode, the guys were talking about what things they loved but left behind at on point, but Ed wanted to end on a positive note, so they're going to talk about those properties that have redeemed themselves. The guys have a little disagreement on one of the properties, but then they have to dive headfirst into "A Plague of Insecticons," written by their buddy Dougie Booth! Does it live up to a good season ender? Does Ed have an interesting view of Pokemon? Find out these things and more on episode 16 of More Than Meets These Guys!As always, thanks for being there for us and please reach out if you like what you hear!If you'd like to contact the guys, they'd love to hear from you!Edhatestransformers@gmail.comMorethanmeetstheseguys@gmail.com@mtmtgpod on Twitterhttps://www.facebook.com/MoreThanMeetsTheseGuys/https://discord.gg/sKr8jwaAvhAlso, check out the new youtube channel!https://www.youtube.com/@MoreThanMeetsTheseGuysPODIf you'd like to toss a buck or more per episode, we'd adore and say nice things about you. You don't have to, as we'll still gladly hang out with you guys and gals every week, but we appreciate any help! patreon.com/user?u=69144181

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In this belated spooktacular, Brendan finally worked up the nerve to watch Hereditary, so we talk maybe the scariest movie ever.  We also  touch on the movie Barbarian, and then how our stupid brains work. 

00:56 Sawed-off shotgun mistake on video 06:10 Officers stop ambush before it got worse 09:18 Cops fatally shoot a knife-wielding suspect 12:46 Suspect rams cop cars, get's fatally shot by officers LEO Round Table (law enforcement talk show) Season 7, Episode 46e (1,864) filmed on 11/14/2022 Topic 1 concerns video showing Sacramento County (California) Sheriff's Office deputies fatally shooting a man who was allegedly holding his girlfriend hostage and holding a sawed-off shotgun. Topic 2 concerns Metropolitan Nashville (Tennessee) Police Sergeants John Timm and Leonard Spadavecchia and Officer John Robish fatally shooting a man who opened fire upon them at a crime scene. Topic 3 concerns video showing Metropolitan Nashville Police Officers Ryan Thomas and Cameron Vandermerwe, fatally shooting a knife-wielding suspect. Topic 4 concerns Samuel Nunez being fatally shot by a Los Angeles County (California) Sheriff's Office deputy, after he rammed multiple patrol vehicles with his car. Show Panelists and Personalities: Chip DeBlock (Host and retired police Detective) John Newman (retired police assistant Chief) Bret Bartlett (retired police Captain) Randy Sutton (retired police Lieutenant) David D'Agresta (retired police Officer and sheriff's Corporal) Andrea Casale (retired police Officer) Will Statzer (Producer) Related Events, Organizations and Books: The Wounded Blue - Lt. Randy Sutton's charity https://thewoundedblue.org/ Rescuing 911: The Fight For America's Safety - by Lt. Randy Sutton (Pre-Order) https://rescuing911.org/ Books by panelist and retired Lt. Randy Sutton: https://www.amazon.com/Randy-Sutton/e/B001IR1MQU%3Fref=dbs_a_mng_rwt_scns_share Book by panelist and retired Lt. Bob Kroll's wife (featuring Lt. Kroll and Off. Derek Chauvin) They're Lying: The Media, The Left, and The Death of George Floyd - by Liz Collin https://thelieexposed.com/ Books by panelist and retired Secret Service Agent Mike Roche including "Mass Killers": https://www.amazon.com/Mike-Roche/e/B00BHEIF78%3Fref=dbs_a_mng_rwt_scns_share Content Partners: ThisIsButter - One of the BEST law enforcement video channels https://rumble.com/user/ThisIsButter The Free Press - LEO Round Table is in their Cops and Crimes section 5 days a week https://www.tampafp.com/ Video Show Schedule: Mondays at 7pm ET - 90 minute LIVE show on YouTube, Facebook1, Facebook2, LinkedIn and Twitter Tue - Sat at 9am ET - Excerpts from LIVE show are uploaded to YouTube and Rumble (approx. time) Syndicated Radio Schedule: http://leoroundtable.com/radio/syndicated-radio-stations/ Podcasts: https://anchor.fm/leoroundtable Website: http://leoroundtable.com/ Rumble: https://rumble.com/user/leoroundtable Parler: https://parler.com/profile/LEORoundTable/media YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/leoroundtable Twitter: https://twitter.com/LEORoundTable LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/leo-round-table Sponsors: MotionDSP - Video enhancement/redaction and audio redaction https://www.motiondsp.com/ Bang Energy - Energy drinks and products https://bangenergy.com/ The International Firearm Specialist Academy - The New Standard for Firearm Knowledge https://www.gunlearn.com/ Guardian Alliance Technologies - Hire Smarter, Investigate Applicants with Precision & Speed https://guardianalliancetechnologies.com/ MyMedicare.live - save money in Medicare insurance options from the experts http://www.mymedicare.live/ TAC-TOTE - Rapid access and deployment with magnetic technology https://tac-tote.com/ --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/leoroundtable/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/leoroundtable/support

Pop Art Painter Jamie Roxx (www.JamieRoxx.us) welcomes Eva Hamilton, Actress (Sawed Off, Film | Horror) to the Show!    (Click to go there) ● IMDB: www.imdb.com/title/tt14562632 ● IG: @_evahamilton_ ● TW: @_evahamilton_ ● FB: @actressevahamilton SAWED OFF, a new supernatural horror feature based on a comic anthology story and starring Eva Hamilton (RUIN ME, DEATH KISS), Jody Barton (UGLY SWEATER PARTY), and Trae Ireland (13/13/13). The movie will be released on digital platforms and DVD October 11. In the vein of "THE EVIL DEAD meets GROUNDHOG DAY," the movie centers on two hunters, friends for years and vying for the affections of the same woman, who find themselves on cursed land and keep killing each other and coming back to life. Hunter Johnson (IRRATIONAL FEAR) produces and directs. The screenplay is by Barton, Johnson, and Chuck Wagner, based on Wagner's Eclipse Comics story "Bag Limit," published in TALES OF TERROR in 1986.     ● Media Inquiries: October Coast PR www.octobercoastpr.com

Hunter Johnson & Eva Hamilton, "Sawed Off" are our Special Guests

Hunter Johnson & Eva Hamilton, "Sawed Off" are our Special Guests

Stories in this episode: - The Insurance Man, by Hillary Denman (0:50) - Just Go, by Elizabeth (10:59) - The Woman on the Road, by Caleb Ragan (23:46) - The Sawed-off Shotgun, by abbysomnia (34:08) - The Barking Man, by Monique Sawyer (41:14) - I'm Not Allowed to Date Yet, by Diana (45:09) Extended Patreon Content: - He Took me to the Rat Room, by Lila - Tony, by Park - The Refrigeration Technician, by Abbey - Crazy Old Lady, by Caleb All of the stories you've heard this week were narrated and produced with the permission of their respective authors. Let's Not Meet: A True Horror Podcast is not associated with Reddit or any other message boards online. To submit your story to the show, send it to letsnotmeetstories@gmail.com.   Get access to extended, ad-free episodes of Let's Not Meet: A True Horror Podcast with bonus stories every week at a higher bitrate along with a bunch of other great exclusive material and merch at patreon.com/letsnotmeetpodcast. This podcast would not be possible to continue at this rate without the help of the support of the legendary LNM Patrons. Come join the family! Don't forget to check out this week's episode of my other podcast Odd Trails for your true paranormal fix as well as the first episode of my new podcast the Old Time Radiocast all at crypticcountypodcasts.com. Sign up today and get your first 6 bottles of wine for $39.95 plus free shipping at tryfirstleaf.com/meet. Right now, save up to 55% off your subscription when you go to. Just go to BABBEL.com and use promo code MEET.  All time stamps are approximate and may not be 100% accurate after 90 days due to changes in ad placement.   - Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/groups/433173970399259/  - Twitter - https://twitter.com/letsnotmeetcast  - Website - https://letsnotmeetpodcast.com  - Patreon - https://patreon.com/letsnotmeetpodcast  - Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/letsnotmeetcast/   - Twitch - https://twitch.tv/crypticcounty 

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Alrite. - Karl's had 3 days off. - Pets with wigs in Japan.  - Shaved cat story. - Steve hear people slagging Ricky off. - White Van Karl. - Ricky's Dad's bed.  - Karl's Dad sawed a mattress. - That's Rickydiculous!  - Educating Ricky. And more!  Become a Patreon!: https://www.patreon.com/karlypilkboys See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Our heroes have the cult expedition party right where they want them. Or do they? Azlo takes command. Shabba stacks stones. In Tokas' darkness, there can be no light.

When a saw cuts off your husband's fingers, life is never the same again. Anne Jensen, Calvary's Outreach Director, sits down with Pastor Nate to talk about life's unexpected curveballs and how God is consistently good through it all. You can learn more about Anne's ministry by visiting calvary.com/outreach.

Rob and Roy discuss Baseball, Softball, Basketball, and US Mens Soccer in their spring midseason catchup.

Marc Eliot is an established veteran of the New York City event design world and has worked with clients like The White House, high profile heads of state, Fortune 500 entities, and institutional organizations to create high-end, luxe events.  Marc is also an established song writer, vocalist, and author. Susan and Marc talk about how to recarpet a ballroom, which flower best embodies the Pantone color of the year, and how to catch the creative breeze.

In this hour: - Fred Wagenhals, Chairman and CEO of AMMO Inc, discusses the company's decision to donate one million rounds of ammunition to Ukrainian forces - Dumb crook tries to carjack two cops who were sitting in a marked police car. - His nephew sawed off the barrel of his shotgun.  Was that legal? What should he do now? Tom Gresham's Gun Talk 03.20.22 Hour 1

In this episode of The Active Texan podcast we interview Mason Sargent. Mason walked on the football team at A&M University and was also in the corps of cadets. He grew up playing football and golf and now enjoys doing CrossFit and is pursuing a career as a firefighter. Hear stories from his time with Jimbo Fisher at A&M as well as training for and participating in crossfit competitions. We dive into mindset and mental health in pursuing fitness goals and leaning on your community. You can typically find Mason working out at Sawed-off Crossfit in College Station, TX. http://sawedoffcrossfittx.com

This week on INS, researchers delve deep into the sex lives of dolphins, rash of Korean house fires caused by cats, goldfish taught to drive a motorized fish tank, and we have a visit from Phoenix — the tap dancing, arsonist cat.   Hosts: Kevin Harrison, Mike Wiebe, Brian Camp Producer & Music: Mark Ryan Announcer: Nancy Walker Graphic Designer: Mike Tidwell

In this episode of The Active Texan we chat with BCS local Terrance Smith. Terrance is a coach and co-owner at Sawed-Off CrossFit in College Station. We learn more about the sports, activities and life experience that has made Terrance the person he is today. As an entrepreneur and someone who was born and raised in Bryan/College Station, he brings a heart for the community that is felt when you walk into the gym. Brian and Terrance discuss fitness in youth sports, mobility and of course, soccer.

Folks, we are back, and your 2 Accidents are coming at you with the GRAEAGLE Episode.  We've got history, we've got stories, we've got vices and traditions.   "I drove over 11,000 miles this summer.""Sawn. Sewed? Sewn? Sawed? Cut.  Severed."

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1. don't let hate make you hate / 2. don't let revenge, resentment or spite enter your heart / 3. step back and zoom out - its just a tiny moment in time / 4. we've got karma to burn / Bhagavatam works! / the words of the shaman / Krishna always saves us / we'll all be severely tested so that we can break the cycle of birth & death / by Krishna's grace we can pass over all life's obstacles / building up to the big fight - Hiraṇyākṣa vs Vishnu! SB 3.17.1-31

The boys tell you why they both slept less than three hours last night and they deal with two pieces of breaking news that have them very surprised. They also get into how ESPN's NBA Finals broadcast could change before the series is even over and they let you know who is winning NBA Finals Game 4 tonight. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

The Trash Bag Killer. He terrorized many, from the gay community which he was a part of to hitchhikers to...5 year olds. Yes, 5 year olds. Vomit. Sawed off remains, scattered across the California highways in trash bags. He was the monsteresty monster of all the monsters. Creepy Crawl With Me...

Hey! whats up guys we took a long weekend but were back to fill yall in with whats happening in the country. Hope you guys are enjoying your Tuesday and this awesome weather! --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/ybtpih/message

CNN's showboating knucklehead is made to look like a showboating knucklehead. Disney Princesses get molested. And Christian Toto goes to the movies. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices