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In this episode, we head to Christchurch, New Zealand, where Daryl recalls two powerful and unexplained encounters, The first took place in 1973 during a regular school day at Roydvale Primary. Without warning, three silent silver discs appeared in the sky above the school. The sky changed in an instant, the world went quiet, and time seemed to stop. Dozens of students and teachers stood frozen, watching the objects pass overhead. Then, just as suddenly, everything returned to normal, no one spoke about it afterward, not for years.The second event happened sometime later, not far from the same spot. During a walk through a familiar paddock, Daryl and his brother Glenn came across a massive structure that hadn't been there before. It had no doors, no windows, and no explanation, and the next morning it was gone.More information on this episode on the podcast website:https://ufochroniclespodcast.com/ep-337-the-roydvale-school-incident/Hidden Cults (Promo)It is a documentary-style podcast that digs deep into the world's most extreme, elusive, and explosive fringe groups. Listen on all podcast apps: Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/4Q0kbgXrdzP0TvIk5xylx1Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/hidden-cults/id1816362029If 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.

In this episode, we head to Christchurch, New Zealand, where Daryl recalls two powerful and unexplained encounters, The first took place in 1973 during a regular school day at Roydvale Primary. Without warning, three silent silver discs appeared in the sky above the school. The sky changed in an instant, the world went quiet, and time seemed to stop. Dozens of students and teachers stood frozen, watching the objects pass overhead. Then, just as suddenly, everything returned to normal, no one spoke about it afterward, not for years.The second event happened sometime later, not far from the same spot. During a walk through a familiar paddock, Daryl and his brother Glenn came across a massive structure that hadn't been there before. It had no doors, no windows, and no explanation, and the next morning it was gone.More information on this episode on the podcast website:https://ufochroniclespodcast.com/ep-337-the-roydvale-school-incident/Hidden Cults (Promo)It is a documentary-style podcast that digs deep into the world's most extreme, elusive, and explosive fringe groups. Listen on all podcast apps: Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/4Q0kbgXrdzP0TvIk5xylx1Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/hidden-cults/id1816362029If 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.

Mark Little, tech entrepreneur and journalist, joined Dearbhail to analyse the very public falling out between President Trump and Elon Musk, who has the most to lose, and what their spat means for the wider world.

In this episode, Craig and Olivia sit down with Eve L. Ewing—author, scholar, poet, comic book writer, and professor—to talk about her newest book, Original Sins: The (Mis)Education of Black and Native Children and the Construction of American Racism. Eve shares the inspirations behind the book, the emotional toll of writing it, and the active role imagination plays in justice and systemic transformation. Read the full transcript: Use promo code: SWITCH when signing up for a new Libro.fm membership to get two additional credits to use on any audiobooks—meaning you'll have three from the start. About Eve L. Ewing: Eve L. Ewing is a writer, scholar, and cultural organizer from Chicago. She is the award-winning author of four books: Electric Arches, 1919, Ghosts in the Schoolyard, and Maya and the Robot. She is the co-author (with Nate Marshall) of the play No Blue Memories: The Life of Gwendolyn Brooks and has written several projects for Marvel Comics. Photo credit: Jaclyn Rivas Get Eve's Book: Original Sins 1919 Maya and the Robot Ghosts in the Schoolyard Books discussed on today's episode: The Serviceberry by Robin Wall Kimmerer Fundamentally by Nussaibah Younis Sunrise on the Reaping by Suzanne Collins Codename: Pale Horse by Scott Payne

Fluent Fiction - Hindi: The Vanished Trophy: Schoolyard Sleuths Unite Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/hi/episode/2025-05-22-22-34-02-hi Story Transcript:Hi: वसंत का मौसम था, और स्कूल के सभागार में चहल-पहल मची हुई थी।En: It was the season of spring, and there was a bustle in the school auditorium.Hi: वहाँ एक विशेष चैरिटी इवेंट हो रहा था।En: A special charity event was taking place there.Hi: रंग-बिरंगी झंडियाँ और फल-फूल की सजावट ने माहौल को जीवंत बना दिया था।En: The colorful flags and flower decorations had brought the atmosphere to life.Hi: छात्रों और अध्यापकों से भरा पूरा हॉल उत्साह से गूंज रहा था।En: The hall, filled with students and teachers, echoed with excitement.Hi: आरव और मीरा भी वहाँ उपस्थित थे।En: Aarav and Meera were also present there.Hi: वो दोनों सबसे अच्छे दोस्त थे, एक दूसरे के पूरक।En: They were best friends, complementing each other.Hi: तभी अचानक एक शोर मचा—स्कूल की बहुमूल्य ट्रॉफी गायब हो चुकी थी।En: Suddenly, there was a commotion—the school's valuable trophy had gone missing.Hi: सबको धक्का लगा।En: Everyone was shocked.Hi: ट्रॉफी की बहुत अहमियत थी, और इसका गायब होना सभी के लिए चिंता की बात थी।En: The trophy held great importance, and its disappearance was a matter of concern for everyone.Hi: आरव थोड़ा विकट दिमाग का था। उसने तुरंत संदेह व्यक्त किया कि यह चोरी की गई है, शायद किसी अध्यापक का हाथ हो सकता है।En: Aarav, who had a somewhat sharp mind, immediately suspected that it had been stolen, perhaps with the involvement of a teacher.Hi: लेकिन बिना सबूत, यह बात कहना मुश्किल था।En: But without evidence, it was difficult to say anything.Hi: मीरा ने उसके विचार को थोड़ा सवालिया दृष्टि से देखा, पर उसका समर्थन किया।En: Meera viewed his idea with some skepticism, but she supported him.Hi: आरव ने मीरा के साथ मिलकर निर्णय लिया कि वे खुद इस रहस्य को सुलझाएंगे।En: Aarav decided, along with Meera, that they would solve this mystery themselves.Hi: उन्होंने इसे गुप्त रखा ताकि किसी की प्रतिष्ठा पर आंच न आए।En: They kept it a secret so that no one's reputation would be tarnished.Hi: वे दोनों अलग-अलग लोगों से पूछताछ करने लगे।En: They began interrogating various people.Hi: वक्त कम था और सबकी नज़र उन पर थी।En: Time was short, and everyone was watching them.Hi: जैसे-जैसे घटना आगे बढ़ रही थी, उनके संदेह बढ़ते जा रहे थे।En: As the event unfolded, their suspicions kept increasing.Hi: पर सबूत का कोई संकेत नहीं मिल रहा था।En: But there was no sign of evidence.Hi: आखिरकार, गहन खोज के बाद, मीरा ने एक छिपा हुआ स्टोरेज रूम देखा।En: Ultimately, after an intense search, Meera spotted a hidden storage room.Hi: आरव ने दरवाजा खोला और उसकी आँखें चमक उठीं।En: Aarav opened the door, and his eyes lit up.Hi: अंदर स्कूल की खोई हुई ट्रॉफी सुरक्षित रखी थी।En: Inside, the school's lost trophy was safely kept.Hi: असल में ट्रॉफी चोरी नहीं हुई थी, सिर्फ गलत जगह रख दी गई थी।En: In reality, the trophy hadn't been stolen; it had just been misplaced.Hi: आरव और मीरा ने तुरन्त जाकर ट्रॉफी वापिस कर दी।En: Aarav and Meera promptly returned the trophy.Hi: सबकी ख़ुशी का ठिकाना नहीं रहा।En: There was no limit to everyone's happiness.Hi: इवेंट बिना किसी रुकावट के सम्पन्न हुआ।En: The event concluded without any interruptions.Hi: इस अनुभव से आरव ने बहुत कुछ सीखा।En: From this experience, Aarav learned a lot.Hi: उसने जाना कि सिक्योरिटी का काम केवल चोरी ढूंढना नहीं, बल्कि हर कोण से मामले को समझना है।En: He realized that security work isn't just about finding theft but understanding the issue from every angle.Hi: उसने अपनी और मीरा की टीम वर्क और दोस्ती को और भी करीब पाया।En: He found his and Meera's teamwork and friendship even closer.Hi: दोनों ने मिलकर एक नई दृष्टिकोण से देखा कि कैसे धैर्य, समझदारी और आपसी सहमति से बड़ी से बड़ी समस्या को सुलझाया जा सकता है।En: Together, they realized from a new perspective how patience, wisdom, and mutual agreement can solve even the biggest problem.Hi: इसी प्रकार, विद्यालय का हर छात्र और शिक्षक अपनी जगह पर प्रसन्न होकर वापस लौटे, और साथ ही लौटे एक अनमोल सीख के साथ।En: In the same way, every student and teacher from the school returned happily to their places, along with an invaluable lesson. Vocabulary Words:bustle: चहल-पहलauditorium: सभागारcharity: चैरिटीdecorations: सजावटatmosphere: माहौलcomplementing: पूरकcommotion: शोरvaluable: बहुमूल्यdisappearance: गायबconcern: चिंताsuspected: संदेह कियाinvolvement: हाथskepticism: सवालिया दृष्टिreputation: प्रतिष्ठाtarnished: आंचinterrogating: पूछताछunfolded: आगे बढ़ रही थीsuspicions: संदेहintense: गहनstorage: स्टोरेजmisplaced: गलत जगह रखी गईlit up: चमक उठींpromptly: तुरन्तinterruptions: रुकावटेंpatience: धैर्यwisdom: समझदारीmutual: आपसीagreement: सहमतिperspective: दृष्टिकोणinvaluable: अनमोल

Get this, listener! Zack has finally gotten his dream job of managing The Wonders (Oneders?) and he's trying to find their next big gig. Luckily, both Joel and Kent are planning big music festivals featuring famous fictional bands from film and TV such as Powerline, Wyld Stallyns, Josie and the Pussycats, School of Rock, The Blues Brothers, The Partridge Family, Mouse Rat, Hannah Montana, and Zack Attack. However, the festivals are on the same day, so Zack will have to decide at which event his boys will play based solely on which acts are already booked to perform.   Will you be attending Joelchella or When We Were Dunn? Press play to decide!   And visit Baconsale.com to find our YouTube playlist of bands featured in this episode.

Today on the Christian History Almanac, we remember the so-called “Radical Priest” from “Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard,” Daniel Berrigan.” Show Notes: Support 1517 Podcast Network 1517 Podcasts 1517 on Youtube 1517 Podcast Network on Apple Podcasts 1517 Events Schedule 1517 Academy - Free Theological Education What's New from 1517: The Impossible Prize: A Theology of Addiction by Donavan Riley: https://shop.1517.org/products/9781962654708-the-impossible-prize Ditching the Checklist by Mark Mattes: https://shop.1517.org/products/9781962654791-ditching-the-checklist Broken Bonds: A Novel of the Reformation, Book 1 of 2 by Amy Mantravadi: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1962654753?ref_=cm_sw_r_cp_ud_dp_FCNEEK60MVNVPCEGKBD8_5&starsLeft=1  More from the hosts: Dan van Voorhis SHOW TRANSCRIPTS are available: https://www.1517.org/podcasts/the-christian-history-almanac CONTACT: CHA@1517.org SUBSCRIBE: Apple Podcasts Spotify Stitcher Overcast Google Play FOLLOW US: Facebook Twitter Audio production by Christopher Gillespie (outerrimterritories.com).

We heard about the hilarious nicknames that stick, the GAA club fundraiser with a difference, and a very topical Waffle! Subscribe to The Ian Dempsey Breakfast Show wherever you get your podcasts.

Gerry Brownlee was a teacher when ‘the cane' ruled the classroom. As Parliament's Speaker, he is reluctant to reach beyond threats and pleas.Go to this episode on rnz.co.nz for more details

If our names sound familiar, we were former hosts of the INSIDE THE LINE: Real Stories by Real Cops Podcast. I have placed this podcast under Real Stories by Real Cops to see if we can get our past listeners to come on over to The Wheel of Misfortune Podcast. Or, should we just continue on with the Real Stories by Real Cops Podcast. Let us know...ThanksEvery week join former Marine and retired crime analyst and police officer Dale Lawrence and co-host Dave Rattigan, a former newspaper reporter and currently a college professor/comedian for dark humor and current events. Together, they spin the Wheel of Misfortune. Where will it land, possibly on an unusual, ironic, and sometimes tragic story from the wide, wide world of zaniness and depravity?In this week's podcast we will take a look at why some School Resources Officers find middle school and high school girls sexually attractive. One case in particular involves former Newbury, Mass police officer 'Sexy' John Lucey III. Also, have you ever felt the urge to piss in public? Well, we found a fine young lady from the 'Live Free or Die' state of NH who fits that profile. So tune in for a good laugh.

Neighborhoods are important to Zack, and he's looking for a new place to move his family. Luckily, Kent and Joel are both creating special subdivisions of hand-selected citizens. However, the residents are all annoying families from various TV series that were suggested by you, the listener. Therefore, on this episode of Baconsale, we'll be doing a schoolyard pick of characters from sitcoms such as Arrested Development, The Simpsons, Family Matters, The Beverly Hillbillies, Married with Children, The Goldbergs, Home Improvement, The Addams Family, Malcolm in the Middle, and more. Then it's up to Zack to decide which neighbors he'd like to deal with. There will be plenty of theme song singing, some over-the-shoulder reading, and the shocking revelation that Kent likes blondes.   Press place to decide whether you'd like to live in Kenterville or The Sunshine Sitcommune.

Chinese snow village apologises for using cotton wool to create fake snow. Bird Drops Severed Human Hand That May Have Belonged to a Child into a Schoolyard. Teacher returns to class after trying to sell 'test-enhancing pills' to students. // SUPPORT by joining the Weird AF News Patreon http://patreon.com/weirdafnews - OR buy Jonesy a coffee at http://buymeacoffee.com/funnyjones Buy MERCH: https://weirdafnews.merchmake.com/ - Check out the official website https://WeirdAFnews.com and FOLLOW host Jonesy at http://instagram.com/funnyjones

This enterprising Aussie teen sells 50+ lollipops a day, earning a 100% profit margin and drawing a crowd of happy customers that follow the sound of her jangling pockets. Side Hustle School features a new episode EVERY DAY, featuring detailed case studies of people who earn extra money without quitting their job. This year, the show includes free guided lessons and listener Q&A several days each week. Show notes: SideHustleSchool.com Email: team@sidehustleschool.com Be on the show: SideHustleSchool.com/questions Connect on Instagram: @193countries Visit Chris's main site: ChrisGuillebeau.com Read A Year of Mental Health: yearofmentalhealth.com If you're enjoying the show, please pass it along! It's free and has been published every single day since January 1, 2017. We're also very grateful for your five-star ratings—it shows that people are listening and looking forward to new episodes.

The Louisville women's basketball team punk'd Duke's, and we have some interesting news out of the NIL world in Georgia.

Autumn and adrienne are thrilled to welcomeDr. Eve L. Ewing to get deep into her new book, Original Sins: The (Mis)education of Black and Native Children and the Construction of American Racism.Dr. Ewing is also the author of Electric Arches, Ghosts in the Schoolyard, 1919, and Maya and the Robot. She writes comic books, including Exceptional X-Men and Ironheart and Black Panther. And TV, and theater, and a lot of other things as well.She's an associate professor in the Department of Race, Diaspora, and Indigeneity at the University of Chicago, where she teaches courses on education and racial inequality and directs the Beyond Schools Lab.Dr.Ewing is also a cultural organizer, which means she works collectively with other people to to build and nurture creative communities, and strive for social transformation through artistic and cultural practices.In this engaging conversation, we learn about Dr. Ewing's teaching experiences, and her reflections on the difference between school and educations. The conversation flows through themes of Afrofuturisms and imaging alternatives to our current moment. They explore the tension between education as liberation versus control, and the implications of these narratives on contemporary schooling and the carceral system.---⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠TRANSCRIPT⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠---⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠SUPPORT OUR SHOW! -⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/Endoftheworldshow---HTS ESSENTIALS⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠SUPPORT Our Show on Patreon⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/Endoftheworldshow⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠PEEP us on IG⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/endoftheworldpc/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠

Katie Steele LMFT competed for University of Oregon and Florida State as a collegiate runner, and now incorporates her experiences with mental health struggles, unethical coaching practices, and the pressures of collegiate athletics into her work as a therapist. She co-authored the book, "The Price She Pays: Confronting the Hidden Mental Health Crises in Women's Sports, from the Schoolyard to the Stadium"  The title says a lot, and the book lives up to it. Telling the stories of female athletes across the country and across a variety of sports who have struggled with eating disorders, mental health, menstrual health, abuse, and more.  Katie's story is also one for the books. Her own experience as a collegiate athlete touches on most of the above, and we talk about it.  Find Katie and her team at thrivementalhealththerapy.com.  If you are struggling with an eating disorder, mental health, menstrual issues, or medical health as a female athlete, head to Lane9Project.org/directory to connect with one of our vetted women's health providers.  Follow @lane9project on IG. Get in touch if YOU are a clinician and want to add your services to our directory! 

New York City officials are considering a plan to keep schoolyards open longer on weekends and after school, but it could cost $49 million a year. Meanwhile, New Jersey officials are demanding answers after a federal immigration raid at a Newark business. Also, Knicks players Jalen Brunson and Karl-Anthony Towns have been voted as starters for next month's NBA All-Star Game, the first Knicks duo to start since 1975. Also, New Yorkers living on houseboats are struggling to find marinas to dock their homes. WNYC's David Brand reports. Finally, Eater NY's Melissa McCart shares her picks for the city's top vegetarian and vegan restaurants.

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January 17th: Patrick Edward Purdy Kills (1989) When a perpetrator takes their own life after a crime it becomes impossible to understand their motive. On January 17th 1989 a truly devastating school shooting occurred. Though many have drawn their own conclusion when it comes to motive, a suicide left behind more questions than answers. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1989_Stockton_schoolyard_shooting, https://murderpedia.org/male.P/p/purdy-patrick.htm, https://www.sfchronicle.com/projects/nor-cal-shootings/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Today's caller needs some advice on how to support her kid being bullied at school. - If you want more of us in your week, you can subscribe to MORE TIME FOR THIS for more eps and giveaways all month long: Apple — https://apple.co/wedonthavetimeforthis Spotify — https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/moretimeforthis

The Hoes and Bitches Need A Champion.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. ‘Once you go Black, you don't go back; unless you are an Amerindian, Arabic, Asian, Black, Indian, Latina, or White girl, or guy who has tried Black, then found sexual fulfillment with a non-Black person and created a blissful relationship with them'Introduction:Right off the bat, be warned that I'm using the 'N' words, nigger, niggah, my niggah, plus homie, thug, coon, buck, spook, spade and whatever other crude racial slurs that come to mind. This story plays to both Black and White stereotypes.Lastly, this story is rather flippant with the entire concept of sexual assault. Those who have red my previous tales know this is not my attitude at all. For the sake of this genre I had to grapple with the concept of forcing a woman and 'making them love that cock'Prelude:My tale begins as the Winter Man Saga 1300 years ago, about the year 700 AD. One small clan of my Swedish ancestors lost a brutal feud with their neighbors. Their farms were burned, animals slaughtered and their women and children taken as slaves. Only three young brother-warriors survived, wounded but unconquered. The victors chased them high into the mountains when a terrible winter storm struck.The three brothers were trudging across a glacier between the mountain peaks in Whiteout conditions. The lead brother stepped into a crevasse and slid to the bottom of the glacier. Not giving up on their last kinsman, the other two slid down into the darkness after him. At the roots of that glacier they found an ice cavern formed by snow that fell 100,000 years ago.They melted the ice for water with their body heat and in doing so, unleashed a demoness (virus) that no man had ever known and survived. The three men grew very sick, but their fierce desire for vengeance kept them from succumbing. When they emerged from their icy tomb, they discovered that several of their pursuers had frozen to death in the blizzard and the rest had returned to their stolen homes and purloined lands, thinking the three brothers were dead.In the dark of the long northern night, they snuck upon the Great Hall of their enemies. When one of the brothers saw his 'former' wife doing a slave's work, he revealed himself to her. She rejoiced at the return of her love; physically, then brought the three table scraps to survive on. In the process, they learned that their sisters were also alive and the sexual playthings of their male nemeses.Due to the depth of winter, stealing back their womenfolk wasn't possible. They'd all freeze to death if they didn't starve first. To repay their enemy's wickedness, one of the brother's snapped and raped one of the chief's daughters. He was possessed with an unearthly desire and held her in a stable for hours. Only when he was utterly spent did he fall asleep.She ran to her father and returned with many warriors. So the first of the brothers was taken. He was tortured and abused. For three long nights he suffered at the hands of his captors yet refused to admit any of his other brothers were still alive. After that third night, the chief's daughter sneaked past the sleeping guards of the chained man, and raped him.For the next five nights, while her father, brothers and husband slept, she raped and raped and raped that brother. On the fifth night, a sister-in-law caught her at it. The daughter pled for the other to spare her; that the man's sexual prowess had ensnared her. She even challenged her kinswoman to sample the 'fruit' before turning her in. Five women later, the brother cracked and told the women how to find his brothers.The night after the Spring Equinox Celebrations, the women of their enemy rose up and slaughtered all their adult menfolk at the behest of the three brothers, on the conditions that their youngest sons be spared and that the men continue to share their favors with all the womenfolk (who were not their kin).The Sammi ClanThe isolated region of the land of the Swedes kept my ancestors out of contact with the wider world for some time. Many generations later, a son of that clan came to lead a band of (female) Finns. His Swedish name is forgotten. The Finns called him Sami (the Exalted One, no shit). He and this band took to fur trading along the Eastern tributaries of the Volga.In time, this group became identified with the Varangian. The Sons of Sami intermarried with the Slavs, becoming Slavicized and the Sons of Sami became Samsonovs. They followed the Rus expansion into the eastern tributaries of the Volga reaching Nizhny Novgorod in the 10th century.Then came the Mongol Conquest, the Tartar Yoke, Rus reunification and the Russian drive across Siberia. The Samsonovs remained tightly clannish and uncomfortable in urban settings. That wanderlust led them across the Bering Straits into Alaska where their genetic abnormality, the gift of that ancient demoness (virus), slumbered in isolation and monogamy.After a thousand years, the tales of mass orgies with strange women and protective female war bands faded into obscurity. Then my Mom, the brilliant, driven eccentric came along. Once she became enraptured with her own Samsonov lover, she had to know the secret of Samsonov men's sexual prowess.With her burning intellect and educational background, she eventually figured it out. She was also amoral enough to keep the knowledge to herself and vengeful enough to plan to use our curse as a weapon.My Living Family·         Father, Nikolay 'Nik' Samsonov;·         Mother, Gayle Fonteneau Samsonov;·         The Triplets, Alexander 'Alex', Mikhail and Vladimir 'Vlad'; that's me.Sitting at the dinner table, I protested; ‘Mom, You actually expect me to believe my Father, Brothers and I have the genetic capability to addict every woman we have sex with to our schlongs? That's nuts!'Mom retorted; ‘As opposed to thinking the color, length and girth of a phallus makes any woman lose all sense of loyalty, morality and decorum so she can become a man's sex sleeve, whore, bitch, property? Yes, I do.'The lives of my family took an unexpected detour in the spring of this year. My great-aunt Matilda (Mattie) died and willed her estate to Mom. I had never met the woman while she was alive yet in death she would have a profound effect on all our lives. Mom's family was a mess; a crowded dingy with a madhouse of odd characters.Lionel was my eldest maternal uncle. He was a Big, Bulging Brain working as a Chief Technical Advisor for NASA; a solitary crusader for all Mankind. What was he a technical advisor for? If anything left terra firma for more than fifteen seconds, he knew every detail about it. That included volcanic eruptions too. When we were younger, he invited us to various volcanoes (both above and beneath the waves). Great guy.Cassius, my second uncle, was serving time in Indonesia for piracy. Mom said he was meaner than every saltwater crocodile that ever lived. The two times I'd met him, he'd been a lean, happy laconic kind of guy with a love for military history. Mom said he was a charismatic rebel who was possessed by an obsession to defy authority in all its forms.Dido was child number three; my Mom's older sister, married to an Evangelical Televangelist in Nebraska under an assumed name, Paula Richmond. She also had a MD in Psychiatry and a Master's in Public Communications (under her real name), which she kept secret from the fundamentalist congregation. The few times we met; she was the perfect mother. Secretly, we three sons wished she'd been our mother instead of our real mother. Mom said Aunt Dido was a master manipulator and wielded a cruel whip;Then there was Mom's twin, Uncle Theo, who never lived in one place, traveled all around the globe and had every law enforcement agency in the civilized world looking for him. We always receiving presents from him during all the normal holidays; like Michaelmas, Holy Week, the start of Lent, Martinmas (his favorite) and our birthdays; which arrived at random, unrelated times of the year and never from the same location.He was the only one we'd never met, but the one Mom loved the most. Dad suspected he was a narco-trafficker while Mom insisted he was too paranoid to be considered reliable for that line of work. Mom told us he'd spent his formative years killing people for Uncle Sam until one day he simply walked away from Fort Bragg and became an independent contractor.The Defense Department sent some fine, brave men from Joint Special Operation Command, to talk to Mom every few months. They made sure not to trip over the CIA and Homeland Security types who occasionally staked out our house. We boys guessed they came around every time Uncle Theo assassinated people. Mom taught us how to appreciate them in an elaborate ritual she called 'April Fool's, which became an 'any day of the year' activity.My Mom's father (I never met the guy) was a leader of a cult in Nevada. He went down, guns blazing during a DEA raid. Apparently his interests included both harems and marijuana production.Mom's mom? She left my Mother outside a dive bar in San Diego and was never seen again. She had doctorates in Biology and Physics as well as the reputation for being a certifiable Space Cadet. Mom insisted her mom hadn't abandoned her, she'd simply forgotten where she left her youngest daughter who was 15 at the time.After five days, Mom decided to join an Alternative Rock band instead of looking for the lady yet again. Seven years later, she was declared legally dead; though all her offspring believed she was still alive; somewhere; doing something.Then you had Dad's family. We had some characters on that side of the family, just not like Mom's. For starters, Samsonovs were bred for law enforcement. We'd been arresting bad guys since the 1500's. We'd been doing that in Alaska since the time of the tsars. When the Alaskan Territory was sold to the United States; well, my ancestors simply started writing their reports in English instead of Russian.Over the centuries, we had bagged serial killers, smugglers, poachers, drug dealers, domestic abusers and thieves. Mostly they arrested drunks and wackos. My Great Grandfather Petrov was a law enforcement legend in Alaska. Alone, he ran down a pack of murderous robbers in the dead of winter before they made it to 'safety' in the Yukon Territory.In the spring, they found them frozen solid, him leading five men, he recorded in his journal he'd killed the other three while apprehending the gang, back in chains. That pretty much defined the nature of my Father's family, no too many stellar geniuses, but always relentless past all norms of endurance and reason. The moment females were allowed in law enforcement, the womenfolk joined the profession.My Aunt Iliana was in the Coast Guard, that made her the 'Black sheep' in this clan. Taking the law out to the high seas was about as wild as Dad's family got. Dad was pretty much the standard issue for my kin. Big, Dad was 6' 5' and 290 lbs., and about as imaginative as a glacier. Why Mom married Dad had long been a mystery to his sons.Don't get me wrong. I loved my Dad, but the man used a grand total of twenty different sentences his entire life. The fewer words he had to speak, the happier he was. He was a nice guy, never drinking too much and I'd never seen him lose his temper. He smiled, was unerringly polite and had always been helpful and playful with us kids from our earliest memories.Grandpa, my great-aunts and -uncles, my aunts, uncles and cousins by blood were the exact same way. I mean that quite literally. We all pretty much looked alike as well. Those who married, married eccentrics. In our regular family get-togethers that translated over to the blood kin in one room saying and doing nothing (we were already cluing into some sort of primitive telepathy) and being very happy that way, while the married relations were in another room packing on the lunacy.There was no middle ground; you were either a silent, brooding peak in the Samsonov mountain range, or the aurora borealis. That left me and my brothers, we were triplets, in a precarious position. We looked like smaller versions of our Dad (we were still growing) yet were totally at the mercy of our Mother most of our young lives. Recall what I said about eccentrics and lunatic behavior. Mom was the Queen of the Asylum.Mom quickly fell in love with 'things' and she loved doing those things with family. Since Dad worked long hours, family meant my brothers and me. We could make passable pottery by age seven. Krav Maga? Screw this 'driving to some dojo in Anchorage' crap. Mom signed us up for a two week course in Israel and online lessons for a year. Archery, check. Rewiring our house and refitting all the plumbing, check.The three of us were SCA squires at age 12. Pleading to Dad was pointless. He'd smile, mess up our hair and remind us these excursions made our Mother happy aka he wasn't going to help us have normal lives. We had some ex-Green Beret guys teach us outdoor survival skills in Wyoming. We could pull wool, make thread and knit a set of pants and sweaters.I and my brothers had to memorize 1200 medically useful plants before we could get our Christmas presents when we were 14. We free-climbed mountains, ran 10Kms, kayaked, were proficient seamen on a sailing ship and learned how to navigate by the Sun, Moon and stars. Around the age of 15, we figured out that Mom had a ton of money squirreled away. There was no way Dad, with his civil servant's salary, could afford all this crazy shit.By the age of 18 we had such a crazy patchwork set of skills, we weren't sure what we would end up doing with our lives; though tracking down Uncle Theo and living a life on the run was looking more attractive every month. What we didn't have were great social lives. We all had girlfriends at one time, or another, but they never lasted.Right before any of us were about to get serious with any girl in high school, my Mom dragged us off; to things like a five day course on Renaissance artwork in Milan; that's Italy. We had to learn to speak Italian in three days, plus during the flight over. Mom made it easy for us. We could only speak Italian the entire time. Doing that at school was 'fun'. Dad? He smiled and said nothing for three days.Welcome to the Fonteneau House, Kingston, ArkansasAnyway, Mom's Great-aunt Mattie kicked the bucket and left her vast fortune in northwestern Arkansas to my Mom. The old bird hated the rest of the nutjobs in the clan, but adored my Mom (and Theo). Upon receiving the news, my brothers and I began thinking the same thing: banjo lessons, redneck stunts and girls in Daisy Dukes. By 'fortune' we were thinking a ramshackle Ozark shack sitting on a mountain top.Nope. Great-aunt Mattie was loaded. In fact, Mom's whole family had tons of money. They'd made a killing, quite literally, during the White expansion westward using various despicable means. They'd even been cursed by an entire Indian Tribe for bilking them off their land. Mom's family blamed that malediction for their bizarre behavior.That Arkansas home was actually the summer residence for the Fonteneau clan from a hundred years ago. Along with the palatial residence came thousands upon thousands of acres spread over a quarter of the state (and some land in Texas, Missouri and Oklahoma too).Tara, or the Biltmore estate, it was not, but it certainly had pretensions. It was a wide and roomy, rambling Victorian structure. The house proper (there were two barns, a stable, storage sheds, two garages, one attached and the other stand-alone, semi-attached servant quarters and four outlying hunting lodges) abutted the Kingston town limits.The place was big enough to require Mom to employ six staff;Phineas Cobb the third, an angry, sullen old White guy and his carbon-copy son, Phineas IV, were our two Wardens. That meant they took care of the outlying property which included hunting down poachers, interlopers and moonshiners (the competition, no doubt) and seeing to the upkeep of the various lodges, roads, trails and bridges around the place. Phineas the third and Mom; well, he cried and hugged Mom when he saw her, so we didn't know what to think of him and his son.Bebe Marston worked the stables and the twelve horses therein. She was a college dropout, White and 21; a woman at one of life's crossroads. Great Aunt Mattie brought her on a few months before she passed on. Bebe was a bit shy and distant around the menfolk. Mom treated Bebe like her long lost daughter; they got along fine.Thomas Freeman was the groundskeeper. Thomas seemed nice enough, a polite and somewhat deferential older Black man. I liked him. Mom fired him the moment the lawyer finished reading Maggie's Will. She believed the man was a back-biter, liar and a thief.Kamika Perry was the cook. She was a largish, plump Black woman with a large family in town. She was a tyrant in the kitchen but friendly and out-going everywhere else. She knew Mom from before; before what, we didn't know. She was close to Mom's age and was the niece of the former cook. She and Mom were cordial yet a tad formal.Nefertiti Cooke was the upstairs maid. She was a whip-tin attractive Black woman in her late-20s and joined Thomas heading out the door. Mom discharged her due to Nefertiti's sour attitude and general unwillingness to adhere to a work schedule.Anita Turner was our downstairs maid and overall manager of the other servants. Like Kamika, she knew Mom from her previous stay at the house, though Anita was already part of the staff back then. They acted like old friends though they understood the mistress-servant dynamics of their relationship.Mom solved our labor shortage by bringing in Mexicans (Hondurans actually). The two families divided up the nine rooms in the detached servants' quarters with Bebe, since Anita and Kamika lived in town and the Cobb's had their own cottage somewhere on the property.Hector Martinez became our new groundskeeper. He had a wife, Maria. Mom enrolled her in some online college courses so she could get a teaching license. They were both pretty young.Consuela Castro was our new upstairs maid. She was a single mother with a son, Gustavo (10), and a daughter, Isabo (6); they went to the local elementary school in town. Both families were very nice to us and seemed happy with their current circumstance. Since this job was their first go at being domestic servants, Mom told us to be patient and respectful while they learned the ropes from Anita and Mr. Cobb (only Mom could call him Phineas without pissing him off).My brothers and I, our Father, the Martinez's and the Castro's couldn't have predicted the shit-storm Mom was creating between our house and the dominant Black populace of Kingston along the great racial divide. The Hondurans had spent half their lives learning to keep their heads low when faced with discrimination. We didn't, nor did we know that Mom was acting with deliberate malice of forethought at that time.To help appreciate our understanding of the situation, we triplets had known a grand total of four Black people well enough to call them by their Christian names our entire lives. One was a crazy, older guy who had been a sniper at some point in his military career. By crazy, I meant he'd go off on tangents in mid conversation, or just stopping entirely. We all liked the guy.He and Granddad Samsonov were real tight. They'd served together in Vietnam and we boys suspected something bad had happened to them both, something which scarred and bound them together closer than brothers. He and Alexander went hunting all the time back in Alaska. All I knew was Morris (Grandpa's comrade-in-arms) was treated like family.That meant if Morris got in trouble, fifteen to twenty Samsonov's would show up to bail him out. That's what family meant. The other two were a retired Air Force couple, Parker and Mariana Carrington plus their infant William, that had moved in next door (that's 40 yards away in Alaska) when I was fourteen. They were in their early thirties and wanted to start a family. The woman had been pregnant with her second child when we left.My Mom and another neighbor trundled her off to a clinic during her first birth. Dad had driven fifty miles in a blizzard to get her husband, so he could witness his firstborn come into the world. The man worked as a fishing boat mechanic and had gotten stuck at work when his wife went into early labor. It was the Alaskan way to look after one another.I never much thought about minorities. There were nearly as many Native Alaskans attending my schools as White folk. The Natives knew my family going back eight generations. I had a few cousins who were 'First Peoples'. Minority? Majority? We were Alaskans and that was that.Again, I didn't think much about there being a social and economic racial crevasse when I showed up in Kingston, Arkansas. I probably would have been totally blind-sided about it if Dad hadn't done his due diligence and went to the Kingston Police Station and Davis County Sheriff's Office to report his status as an Alaskan State Trooper and register his firearms.Since we didn't know what to look for, we missed the obvious signs of trouble. The Black police officer that Dad talked to was; impolite. He informed Dad there would be no 'courtesy' given despite Dad's professionalism, i.e. he wasn't permitted to carry any of his licensed firearms. The Sheriff's department was very different.We met the Sheriff and the man got Dad to be about as verbose as I'd ever seen him. The Sheriff verified Dad's story, gave him a 90 Day permit for his sidearm and told him to make no never mind over the Town cops' hostility. He certainly seemed pleased Dad had three big, strong, strapping boys and gave Dad an application to join his department.That night, Dad informed us all at the dining room table he was considering the Sheriff's job offer. Mom was secretly pleased (like her sister, she IS an evil mastermind and master manipulator). Anita, Bebe and Kamika were eating with us as well, Mom insisted all the help do so (the Hondurans weren't with us yet), and I detected a hint of worry in their posture. I would have thought 'us' staying in the house, thus their continued employment, would be seen as a good thing.Welcome To Kingston.That night, over some late night cocoa, Mom gave the family the regional 4-1-1. Kingston was 75% Black, 20% White and 5% other. The rest of Davis County was 95% White and 5% Black and other. In Kingston, the Blacks ruled the town. All elected officials and police officers were Black. The Sheriff's department had a few Black officers, but was mostly White.It would have been all White except a combined lawsuit by Southern Poverty Law Center and N Double A CP, forced the County to 'integrate'. I asked the logical question: why hadn't the town been forced to integrate too? Mom told me that wasn't how things worked in the Lower 48. Here, Blacks couldn't discriminate; they could only be discriminated against.The Federal government said so. I was sensing shades of Uncle Theo in Mom's blanket assessment of things. My brothers and I were wrong. Mom was right. We were entering White Man's Hell aka Big Black Cock Country. Of course, Mom wasn't sadistic, or masochistic. She had a tidbit of knowledge no one this side of British Columbia was aware of, a Secret Weapon.Dad applied for and got the job of Senior Deputy, which riled some of the other (read: Black) deputies, but Dad's extensive experience and easy-going manner eased his entry into the unit. Mom remained Mom, an unconventional, beautiful, free-spirited kook. She made no effort to make friends. I was the boldest of the triplets so I asked her why.‘Do you know how your Father's family would rather hack of a hand than go back on their word?' she gazed at me intently. I nodded. When she said 'Father' instead of 'Dad', this was our cue that this was a Major Life lesson we had best memorize. ‘These people aren't like that. They will take that which is not theirs, break trusts, sully families and lie to your face.'‘These women are all bold-faced whores, cock-hungry tramps and sluts who get abortions because they don't know what color the daddy is. The males are either the kind of men who would sleep with those kinds of women, or gutless wonders who won't fight for their rights as boyfriends, brothers, fathers, fiancés and spouses.'‘This is a colored thing, right?' I guessed. I wanted to be wrong.‘Got it in one,' Mom patted me on the shoulder. ‘Most White men in town are spineless wimps, Black men jump on whatever cunt they can crack open and women of either color put up with it, even beg for it. I know because I was once like them.'‘You and Dad?' I worried. Mom gave a deep, hearty laugh.‘That is not going to be a problem, I promise you. The only man for me is your Father,' she smiled. ‘I had plenty of lovers before your Dad. Since one month after I met him, I've never been with another man, or woman, or even wanted one.' More than I wanted to know, but good news none the less.While we were moving in the small amount of belongs that had followed us from Arkansas, two Kingston cops stopped by to see what we were doing. I had spent my entire life around law enforcement who knew about me and my clan. They were always friends and people we could trust. Kingston PD was a rude awakening we weren't in Alaska anymore.They were brusque and intimidating. Their real purpose was to remind my family the house was part of the town, even if the back acreage was not. Mom snorted at their pale deception. She asked to see their warrant. They asked if there was some reason they might need one. Mom politely asked them to leave as they were trespassing.They basked in their defiance. What could Mom really do? If she went all redneck and produced a gun, they'd lock her up, pointing weapons at law enforcement was stupid. Sadly for the cops, familiarity breeds understanding too. Mom gave us the April Fools' signal. Alexander, our oldest triplet, moved the cargo truck so it blocked the officers' view of their patrol car.While Mom looked peeved, feeding the Black cops sense of empowerment, my youngest triplet Mikhail and I (Vladimir) stripped their car of all easily removable parts; the dash-cam went first. They wanted to loiter around on our property? We let them behave stupidly. We dumped the parts and our work gloves in a packing box and carried it right past them.We walked straight out the back too. There was a burning barrel which we made prompt use of, for the oily gloves and box. We had spares. Mikhail tended the fire as I picked up a broken cinder block, a heavy-duty trash bag and walked a few hundred yards to the bog near the creek that ran through our property, county land. The bag and contents went into the bog.I used a branch to make sure it sunk deep before returning. Cleaning off my boots with the outdoor hose completed my destruction of evidence. Ten minutes later a member of the Arkansas Highway Patrol stopped by to see what the problem was. Mom had called them before the sabotage had even begun. She didn't know these two personally, but she knew from earlier visits to her aunt that these two were going to give us 'attitude'.Calling the Sheriff's Department would only cause a standoff where the police had the upper hand, the whole town jurisdiction thing. By the time the HP arrived, Alexander had left with the truck so when the Highway Patrolman began expressing concern for my Mom's civil rights, the two buck butt-bandits made to leave. That didn't work out well for them.First came the circus of the discovery they were missing key parts of their vehicle and the lack of an explanation of how that had happened. Mom wouldn't let the town cops search her place. She happily let the Highway Patrolman (who happened to be Black too) look around. We'd used the hose and the burning barrel because moving was nasty, sweaty work, especially in the Arkansas summer heat.The two policemen blamed us, the triplets. Mom asked them when, in the cops thirty minute trespass, had her 'little angels' stolen the parts, why we would do such a criminal thing, and if they knew where the parts might be. The Highway patrolman was kind of curious about the length of their stay as well.The cops lied, Mom went inside and brought back the camcorder that had taken in the entire event. They were caught in the lie and all they could claim was the cargo truck had been strategically placed to block a visual to their car; as we unloaded our truck. Mom even got the Highway Patrolman to co-sign her complaint to the Arkansas State Police Criminal Investigations department.Mom knew this one wouldn't go anywhere. She had lived with cops long enough to know the value of building up a case file. Alexander was off returning the truck in another county, so he was safe. Mom called him and Dad so they could hook up before Alexander came home. She counted on the cops to be petty and they were.Alexander was on a motorcycle. When he got pulled, the city cops pulled in front of him. Dad stopped as well. Despite their continuing pressure to make Dad leave, they had no legal grounds to do so, he was Alexander's father, who would be responsible for Alex's ride if they took him into custody. Being an off-duty sheriff's deputy wasn't good enough, yet Dad's point was telling.Cops always pull up behind a suspect, not ahead of them unless they want to ignore the dash-cam evidence. Dad had pulled up in his Sheriff's vehicle behind Alexander and his dash-cam was recording everything. They let Alexander off with a Warning Ticket and departed giving father and son dirty looks. School was five days off. We checked out the property for two days. The third morning my brothers and I, on motorcycles, decided to explore Kingston.Having never before confronted such blatant racism, we weren't afraid, we were furious. We hadn't done anything to anybody. We were from Alaskan-Russian stock and had never owned a person ever, as far as we knew. We certainly weren't invested in this whole 'Black slavery, White guilt' issue. Those who gave us attitude about 'White privilege' didn't care for our counter, that saying all White people were alike was equally racist.As Mom had warned us, Black people couldn't be racist; just ask them. Mind you, many of the town's Black residents were friendly and helpful. They just weren't friendly enough to defend us from the 'haters'. At the end of the first day, Mikhail nearly got in a fight with five members of the Black post-high school crowd who were fucking with, and sitting on, our bikes.Where we came from, that was rude in the extreme. When he appeared to be alone, they were boisterous enough. When Alexander and I stepped out of the pool hall (we'd been made unwelcome there), they backed off from their threatening rhetoric. They still wouldn't leave, or get off our bikes. The three versus five odds didn't deter us.It was the lack of faith in the local justice system that encouraged Alexander and me to hold Mikhail back. We had an answer to their intransience, crowding. It takes a great deal of cool to have three guys, all over six feet tall and 220 lbs. lean in on you while you are sitting down. When the current bastard was dealt with, we moved to the next. Before the group could figure a way to thwart us, we had retrieved our bikes and were headed home.The next day, we took Mom's 2012 Shelby V8 Mustang out for a drive. We found the three spots in town the 'White folk' hung out in. We had the Country Western Redneck posse' section of town, pseudo-riche Southerner clique downtown region, and the movie theater (theoretically neutral turf). The saner White middle class had departed for safer pastures, they had established their own municipality a few miles outside of town).The rednecks welcomed our physicality. We were attempting to fit in until they began talking about all those damn 'niggahs'. Alexander broke down after a bit and asked what a 'niggah' was. It was a 'coon'. Since that was of no help, we asked what a 'coon' was.The regulars found our naiveté amusing. It took us three minutes of running a verbal obstacle course to piece together that 'niggahs' was their inbred pronunciation of 'niggers' (a term we knew from TV and movies) which was idiot slang for a Black person. We were 'crackahs', idiot slang for crackers aka White people. Hispanics were 'beeners'; yeah, right.We also learned that the favorite activities for teenage rednecks was knocking over mailboxes as they sped down the road, beating up White girls who sucked Black cock and beating up 'niggahs' who touched White girls. My analysis was that these yahoos were long on talk and short on action.I wasn't a fashion icon yet I could tell these boys could use a bath and some fresh clothes. The girls who hung around this crowd looked about as loyal as salmon during spawning season. At 18, we were hardly experienced, but we weren't desperate virgins either. Girls we had just been introduced to, flirting with us and suggesting later sexual rendezvouses were a definite turn-off because God knows who else they'd been doing it with.That led us to the riche clique. Among the guys; half were snobbish closet gays who weren't our thing. The other half were rich straight guys pretending to be rednecks. Rich White girls pretended to be friends with the rich Black girls. They were used to being pampered by their rich White boyfriends while eyeing every Black stud that crossed their path.Until they realized Samsonov = Fonteneau, they were snide. After that, they tried to convince us we were all (distantly) related. Bloodlines and riches were not the basis for what we called friends so we politely postponed any celebrations.The Cineplex was a hunting ground for all ages. White women I was pretty sure were married to someone else engaged in sexual liaisons with Blacks; be they teens, business types, or lay-abouts. We had no idea if these were random hook-ups, or affairs and we didn't really care.Having wasted nine hours of our lives we definitely wanted back, we ended up rendezvousing with Mom and Dad at his boss's, the Sheriff's, place. Whatever else he was, Robert ‘Big Bob' Carson wasn't an underpaid county employee. His home was nice, expansive, relatively new and sitting on four wonderful acres of land, half woodland/half professionally maintained lawn and gardens. He had an expansive deck with a built-in grill, hot tub and pool out back.My brothers and I had been under the impression this would be an office outing. It ended up being our two families; the five of us, Big Bob and his daughter, Brandy Crystal Carson. There was no Mamma Carson in sight and a lack of family pictures was noticed by us and our Mom. Dad and Bob (it was tough to call him Big Bob when Dad was bigger than he was) were deep in conversation at the outdoor grill when I arrived.‘Vlad, come out here,' my Dad called to me in his easy going manner.‘Brandy!' Bob shouted. I promptly showed up. Dad wasn't a passionate disciplinarian. I didn't hustle out of fear. I hurried out because I wanted my Dad to look good in front of the Sheriff. ‘Hello Vlad,' Big Bob greeted me. ‘You are a strapping lad, big like your Daddy.'That was a bit odd. I had only heard one person call my Father 'Daddy'. That was my Mom when she was feeling frisky. Mom walked around the house naked when the mood struck her (even when we had guests over) and had few compunctions about hopping into Dad's lap when she wanted attention. That was a common enough occurrence that 'us' boys had learned to sneak out of the room quietly before we were ten.Only in the last two years had we figured out part of Mom's bizarre sexual behavior was caused by Dad being utterly clueless where women were concerned. He could spot a shoplifter at a glance, or an expired car registration at fifty feet on a moonless night. I had seen a car saleswoman hit on Dad when he was getting his newest pick-up. She did everything but flash her tits and do a striptease; it all went right over Dad's head.‘Brandy! Get your ass down here!' Bob bellowed. She must have been most of the way to us because she materialized five seconds later.‘Yes Daddy,' Brandy sounded bored. I was too busy gawking to see Big Bob's reaction to his daughter's insolence.Brandy was beyond gorgeous (according to my personal standards). She had pale-blonde hair in a ponytail that clearly went past her shoulder blades. Her caramel skin was the beneficiary of countless sessions with a tanning booth. Her eyes were the darkest blue I'd ever seen. Breasts, Jesus, they were large and firm. I could tell that because she had on a pink crop-top and no bra. I could almost see the bottoms of each orb.Her stomach was muscled with a thin layer of fatty tissue to give her real womanly curves and she had curves to spare. Her waist was narrow and her hips were wide, complimenting her breast size. She had on super-short, cut-off, 'faded-almost-to-White' denim jeans that accentuated her dark skin. Her ass was to die for. A bit big but well-muscled, each a perfect hemisphere.Her thighs and calves were the product of consistent exercise. Hot, hot, hot. She had on white tennis socks (no shoes) that finished off her delectable image.‘Brandy, this is Vladimir, Senior Deputy Samsonov's son. He's going to be your boyfriend this year,' Bob announced. I had a feeling this wasn't open for debate, in his mind.‘What!' Brandy squawked.‘What?' I looked to my Dad.‘What the fuck?' Brandy turned and glared at me. I would have enjoyed her breasts bouncing more if I hadn't been eyeballing my patriarch.‘Dad?' I kept my voice calm. Brandy was fantastic looking, but I didn't want anyone dictating my social life, period. I was eighteen. Besides, Brandy was turning out to have a far less appealing personality, Pretty Princess syndrome.‘Brandy, Vladimir's a nice boy. His father is 'good people',' Bob laid out his case.How did he know I was a good boy? He was taking a lot on faith.‘I don't want to date this loser,' Brandy shouted. 'Loser'? She didn't knew me either.‘If you don't keep Vlad as your boyfriend, then no cheerleading and no dance team,' Bob glared at his daughter. This clash of wills made no sense to me.‘No way!' Brandy glanced back at her Dad, protested loudly and stomped her foot on the wooden deck.‘Well then, you need to be home at 3:20 pm every school day,' Bob threatened. ‘And I'll make sure to check up on you.' Before I could wonder about Big Bob's abuse of power, I noted the state of the art security system, cyber-nanny.Brandy turned on me in a furor. Her face was screwed up with anger, her fists were clenched and I was working double-time to not ogle the cleave she enhanced by leaning forward. Man, she hated me for reasons I couldn't fathom. I disgusted her which I didn't get either. Plenty of non-relative women had called me good-looking and handsome.I had a healthy, well-defined physique, nice thick, blonde hair and the common sense to keep my body and clothes clean and casual. My only downside I'd ever been told about was my size, I was tall for my age and 'cut'. Brandy was 5' 4'. I was 6' 2'. I had stormy grey eyes, light blonde hair the color of wheat and skin spared the ravages of acne.‘Brandy, I am as uncomfortable and surprised about this as you are,' I tried to placate her. ‘Do you want to talk about it?' She forced herself to appear calm.‘Fine Victor,' she grumbled. Worse than getting my name wrong was the look of viciousness that glimmered in her eyes. ‘We'll make Daddy happy and be a cookie-cutter couple.'‘Dad?' I tried to exit this fiasco with some decorum.‘You'll do fine son,' he responded. That wasn't helpful.‘I'll see you Monday morning, Victor,' Brandy snidely mocked me before leaving. I turned to follow her thunderous retreat.Running after her would have felt pathetic so my sedate pursuit meant she put some distance between us. She ran right into Mom, who grabbed her arm.‘I'm warning you right now,' Mom hissed. ‘Don't have sex with any of my sons.'‘That won't be a problem,' Brandy snorted. I was filth in her mind

We're glad you could join us for worship this morning. Pastor Tom Kidd is giving the message this morning, entitled “Schoolyard Rules,” and the Trinity Choir is singing.

This is Schoolyard Sports with Lane Frank, Season 5! This episode is huddling up & discussing: Headlines, SYS NFL Game Day, Then Special Guests: SYS NFL Game Day, Top 5 NFL Teams, Top 5, Did You Know?, Michigan Football Spotlight, Schoolyard Scream!, College Basketball Madness, College Football Showcase & BracketAt The Buzzer, Question of the Day & more! This episode is not to be missed! A BLEAV Network Podcast Subscribe to Full Episodes here: https://youtu.be/-V0EDdJ46B4 Follow @schoolyardsports on Instagram/TikTok & @schoolyardsport on Twitter Produced by http://www.DBPodcasts.com Follow @dbpodcasts https://youtu.be/nrqki6fdrdk

This is Schoolyard Sports with Lane Frank, Season 5! This episode is huddling up & discussing: Headlines, SYS NFL Game Day, Top 5, Juan Soto Spotlight, College Hoops Madness, College Football Showcase & Hot Takes, At The Buzzer, Question of The Day & more! This episode is not to be missed! A BLEAV Network Podcast Subscribe to Full Episodes here: https://youtu.be/-V0EDdJ46B4 Follow @schoolyardsports on Instagram/TikTok & @schoolyardsport on Twitter Produced by http://www.DBPodcasts.com Follow @dbpodcasts https://youtu.be/nrqki6fdrdk

EP 185 - MLB PLAYOFFS POP: SYS NFL Game Day, Top 5 NCAAF Players, Schoolyard Scream, Around The Bases, College Football Showcase & Hot Takes, Conference Realignment Spotlight This is Schoolyard Sports with Lane Frank, Season 4! This episode is huddling up & discussing: Headlines, SYS NFL Game Day, Top 5 College Football Players, Did You Know?, Schoolyard Scream, Around The Bases, College Football Showcase/Top 25, CFB Hot Takes, Conference Realignment Spotlight, At The Buzzer, Question of The Day & more! This episode is not to be missed! A BLEAV Network Podcast Subscribe to Full Episodes here: https://youtu.be/-V0EDdJ46B4 Follow @schoolyardsports on Instagram/TikTok & @schoolyardsport on Twitter Produced by http://www.DBPodcasts.com Follow @dbpodcasts https://youtu.be/nrqki6fdrdk

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This is Schoolyard Sports with Lane Frank, Season 4! This episode is huddling up & discussing: Headlines, SYS NFL Game Day, Top 5 MLB Players, Did You Know?, Schoolyard Scream, Contenders vs Pretenders, College Football Showcase/Top 25, CFB Hot Takes, Around The Bases, At The Buzzer, Question of The Day & more! This episode is not to be missed! A BLEAV Network Podcast Subscribe to Full Episodes here: https://youtu.be/-V0EDdJ46B4 Follow @schoolyardsports on Instagram/TikTok & @schoolyardsport on Twitter Produced by http://www.DBPodcasts.com Follow @dbpodcasts https://youtu.be/nrqki6fdrdk

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From Schoolyard Hustles to E-Commerce Empires: Mastering Entrepreneurship & Amazon Success In this episode, we dive into a lifelong journey of entrepreneurship, starting with early experiences reselling comic books on the schoolyard, evolving into consulting business owners to avoid common pitfalls, and now empowering individuals to develop and launch their brands on major e-commerce platforms like Amazon. Our guest shares how their passion for helping people achieve their goals has driven them to create systems that make success easier and more accessible. We'll explore the critical skills and deep knowledge required for success in today's marketplace—skills often not taught in traditional education but gained through direct experience and leveraging the expertise of others. Whether you're an individual seeking a cash flow-positive business or a seasoned business owner looking to scale your Amazon sales, this episode offers valuable insights into building brands that thrive. Learn how a proven Amazon sales system can bring relaxed confidence to your sales process and lead to predictable, repeatable success. Tune in to discover how to transform your entrepreneurial dreams into reality!

Schoolyard games come and go, but for kids in one community, marbles still rule. Also, this year marks the anniversary of some country music milestones, including the 40th anniversary of Floyd, Virginia's Friday Night Jamboree. And we remember West Virginia's first person in space, Jon McBride. 

​​Welcome to You Haven't Blanked That! It's Roger Corman month. This week we watched The Intruder. We talk about Roger Corman B - Movies, The Master and The Margarita, William Shatner, The Racists glasses, introducing the townsfolk, this movie flopped, Away We Go, Lisa Kudrow, Charles Beaumont, Schoolyard racism, Trial in Nuremberg, Corey Feldman, Tony Randall What We Are Blanking - Blazing Saddles, Rebel Girl by Kathleen Hanna, Three Musketeers, If, Cobra Kai, Better Off Dead, Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire, Time Bandits (tv show), Robot Chicken, ​​Opening theme by the Assassins ​​Closing theme by Lucas Perea ​​ For more info, click the link bio or below. https://linktr.ee/yhblankthat Email: Yhblankthat@gmail.com

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This is Schoolyard Sports with Lane Frank, Season 4! This episode is tipping off & discussing: Headlines, Take of The Week, Top 5 Players in College Football, Did You Know?, Schoolyard Scream, Around The Bases, At This or That?, Question of The Day & more! This episode is not to be missed! A BLEAV Network Podcast Subscribe to Full Episodes here: https://youtu.be/-V0EDdJ46B4 Follow @schoolyardsports on Instagram/TikTok & @schoolyardsport on Twitter Produced by http://www.DBPodcasts.com Follow @dbpodcasts https://youtu.be/nrqki6fdrdk

This is Schoolyard Sports with Lane Frank, Season 4! This episode is tipping off & discussing: Headlines, Take of The Week, Top 5 World Athletes Under 25, Did You Know?, Schoolyard Scream, Packers Spotlight, At The Buzzer, Question of The Day & more! This episode is not to be missed! A BLEAV Network Podcast Subscribe to Full Episodes here: https://youtu.be/-V0EDdJ46B4 Follow @schoolyardsports on Instagram/TikTok & @schoolyardsport on Twitter Produced by http://www.DBPodcasts.com Follow @dbpodcasts https://youtu.be/nrqki6fdrdk

The guys continue the recruiting talk with a look around the country at EDGE. They look around the country, and notice some interesting about the position in this recruiting class. They continue the deeper dive into the position, and then look at the latest report from Brett McMurphy regarding FSU and other conferences' interest in the program for their league. This turns into one of the more speculative and intriguing conversations about brand values, and which schools would be more desired by the B1G and SEC. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

This is Schoolyard Sports with Lane Frank, Season 4! This episode is tipping off & discussing: Headlines, Take of The Week, Top 5 Olympic Sports, Did You Know?, Schoolyard Scream, Copa Spotlight, At The Buzzer, Question of The Day & more! This episode is not to be missed! A BLEAV Network Podcast Subscribe to Full Episodes here: https://youtu.be/-V0EDdJ46B4 Follow @schoolyardsports on Instagram/TikTok & @schoolyardsport on Twitter Produced by http://www.DBPodcasts.com Follow @dbpodcasts https://youtu.be/nrqki6fdrdk

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With the Olympic trials wrapping up and the Paris competition on the horizon, sports are top of mind for many people this summer. The pressures of athletic performance will once again be on full display for the world, sparking conversations about athletes’ physical – and mental – prowess. The conversation around athletes and mental well-being has only grown over the past few years as high-profile athletes like Simone Biles and Naomi Osaka have taken breaks to focus on their mental health. Oregon therapists Tiffany Brown and Katie Steele focus specifically on this issue. Their podcast “Sports Shrinks” digs into the different ways competition can impact athletes’ mental health. They also recently co-authored their first book, “The Price She Pays: Confronting the Hidden Mental Health Crisis in Women’s Sports — from the Schoolyard to the Stadium.” Brown and Steele join us to talk more about their projects and the importance of mental health care at all levels of sport, from youth programs to professional athletics.

Katie Steele (@thrivementalhealththerapy) is a licensed marriage and family therapist and cofounder of Thrive Mental Health, an outpatient mental health clinic in Bend, Oregon. She is also the founder of Athlete's Mental Health Foundation, a 501(c)(3) launched in January 2023. Competing in track and cross-country at the University of Oregon and Florida State University, Katie placed second team all PAC-10 as a redshirt freshman. Through her experiences as an NCAA Division-I athlete, Katie has developed a mission to help integrate mental health care into athletics. Her three kids help fuel her passion to ensure healthy sports systems for all and that children are afforded opportunities to cultivate a lifelong love of physical activity. Today we discuss her new book, co-authored with Tiffany Brown, called The Price She Pays. Learn more at www.AthletesMentalhealthFoundation.org.  NEW WOC MASTERMIND AND CERTIFICATION PROGRAM A you may have heard, we decided to cancel ou r2024 Way of Champions Conference, which opens up the opportunity for us to begin a year long mastermind and coach certification program in the Way of Champions and CTGP materials. If you want to simply take a deeper dive then ever offered before into your coaching and personal development, or work within your school or club improving coaching or transforming the culture, or you want to hit the road as a speaker and presenter working with teams and youth sports organizations, we will give you the tools and support to do so. We are collecting names who are interested at this moment in learning more, you can do so by clicking here and adding your name and email to the list. PUT IN YOUR BULK BOOK ORDERS FOR OUR BESTSELLING BOOKS! Programs such as UNC soccer and lacrosse, Syracuse lacrosse, Stanford Lacrosse, Middlebury College, Colby College, Rutgers University, and many other champions are using THE CHAMPION TEAMMATE book with their athletes. Schools and clubs are using EVERY MOMENT MATTERS for staff development and book clubs. Are you?  We have been fulfilling numerous bulk orders for some of the top high school and collegiate sports programs in the country, will your team be next? Click here to visit John's author page on Amazon Click here to visit Jerry's author page on Amazon Please email John@ChangingTheGameProject.com if you want discounted pricing on 10 or more books on any of our books. Thanks everyone. This week's podcast is brought to you by our friends at Sprocket Sports.  Sprocket Sports is a new software platform for youth sports clubs.  There are a lot of these systems out there, but Sprocket provides the full enchilada. They give you all the cool front-end stuff to make your club look good– like websites and marketing tools – AND all the back-end transactions and services to run your business better so you can focus on what really matters – your players and your teams. Sprocket is built for those clubs looking to thrive, not just survive, in the competitive world of youth sports clubs.  So if you've been looking for a true business partner – not just another app – check them out today at https://sprocketsports.me/CTG. Become a Podcast Champion! This weeks podcast is also sponsored by our Patreon Podcast Champions. Help Support the Podcast and get FREE access to our most popular online courses, a $300 value. If you love the podcast, we would love for you to become a Podcast Champion, (https://www.patreon.com/wayofchampions) for as little as a cup of coffee per month (OK, its a Venti Mocha), to help us up the ante and provide even better interviews, better sound, and an overall enhanced experience. Plus, as a $10 per month Podcast Super-Champion, you will have access to never before released and bonus material, including: Downloadable transcripts of our best podcasts, so you don't have to crash your car trying to take notes! A code to get free access to our online course called “Coaching Mastery,” usually a $97 course, plus four other courses worth over $100, all yours for free for becoming a patron. Other special bonus opportunities that come up time to time Access to an online community of coaches like you who are dedicated listeners of the podcast, and will be able to answer your questions and share their coaching experiences

Andrew Tate's harmful ideology is infiltrating schools; boys, broadly speaking, are big fans, and their behaviour in the classroom is reflecting this. Dr Stephanie Westcott (researcher and lecturer in the School of Education, Culture, and Society at Monash University) shares her research on the experiences women are having in educational settings across Australia, looking at the influence of misogynistic ideology, how algorithms on TikTok and Youtube direct young boys to these ideas, and what parents, carers, and educators can do to combat the rise of these radicalised masculine myths. In this episode: Andrew Tate Misogyny infiltrating classrooms Harmful ideology influencing young boys Andrew Tate's extreme views about women are infiltrating Australian schools. We need a zero-tolerance response, Westcott & Roberts | The Conversation Experiences women are having in educational contexts Behaviours of boys in the classroom Framing boys and men as victims Radicalisation of masculinity Andrew Tate Effect in Australian Classrooms | ABC News What it means to be a real man Algorithms on social media are showing young boys very specific content Respectful relationships education Zero tolerance Related links: #694 Responding to the Hate from Andrew Tate - Happy Families Podcast Helping Our Boys Grow Into Men - Happy Families Can We Please Talk About Boys? - A FREE Happy Families Webinar Find us on Facebook or TikTok Leave a voice memo here or email your questions/comments to podcasts@happyfamilies.com.au Find out more about joining THE QUEST at our websiteSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Shorty's Fulfill The Dream full video, Zero introduces Wilton Souza, Nike SB unveils uniforms for Team USA, Axel Cruysbergs Paired part, 1992 Schoolyard sessions with Jeron, Koston, Gavin, Guy and much more... Timestamps 00:00:00 Nine Club Live #51 00:00:30 Rundown of Topics 00:08:00 Small Wonder and Wilton Souza is charged up! 00:13:00 Zero introduces Wilton Souza 00:26:00 Superchat Appreciation announcement Skullcandy Barrel BoomBox 00:31:00 Found that Footy Schoolyard sessions with Koston, Jeron, Alf, Gavin, Guy, and More 00:56:00 Axel Cruysbergs Paired part 01:07:00 Nike SB unveils uniforms for Team USA and Team Japan, designed by Alexis Sable 01:15:00 Shorty's Fulfill The Dream video 01:20:00 Steve Olson 01:28:00 Aaron Snyder 01:33:00 Toan Ngyuen 01:40:00 Sammy Baptista 01:45 :00 Jesse Silvey 01:52:00 Brandon Turner 01:59:00 Peter Smolik 02:10:00 Chad Muska 02:47:00 Superchat Appreciation Drawing Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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This is The Zone of Disruption! This is the I AM RAPAPORT: STEREO PODCAST! His name is Michael Rapaport aka The Gringo Mandingo aka The Monster of Mucous aka Captain Colitis aka The Disruptive Warrior aka Mr. NY aka The Inflamed Ashkenazi aka The Smiling Sultan of Sniff aka The Flat Footed Phenom & he is here to discuss: Upcoming standup dates around America, Hoopla & Little D Energy from people Player hating on Travis Kelce & Taylor Swift, The talent of The Kansas City Chiefs, The Great American Story of The Kelce Brothers, meeting & respecting Swiftie, Deion Sanders & Colorado getting clobbered & more. Then Michael is joined by Lane Frank (Host of Schoolyard Sports) & they are here to discuss: USC vs. Colorado, Heisman Candidates, College Games To Wager on, Fantasy Football Advice, NFL Top Games & more. Then Michael brings it back to discuss: Cowboys losing in Arizona, J Cole sharing about Colin Kaepernick wanting onto a NFL practice squad, being out on the SAG strike line, Overdosing up in NYC, DTRUMP brought up on fraud & a whole lotta mo'!    Subscribe to Schoolyard Sports here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/schoolyard-sports-with-lane-frank/id1529965562   Subscribe to Schoolyard Sports YouTube here: https://m.youtube.com/@schoolyardsports   Follow @schoolyardsport on all platforms   Stand Up Comedy Tickets on sale at: MichaelRapaportComedy.com   Follow on YouTube at: https://www.youtube.com/@MichaelRapaport   If you are interested in NBA, NFL, MLB, NCAA, Soccer, Golf, Tennis & UFC Picks/Parlays/Props & Single Sport! Follow @TheCaptainPicksWins on Instagram & signup for packages at www.CaptainPicks.com   www.dbpodcasts.com   Produced by DBPodcasts.com Follow @dbpodcasts, @iamrapaport, @michaelrapaport on TikTok, Twitter & Instagram Music by Jansport J (Follow @JansportJ)See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.