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Paul Gregory describes events on November 23rd when Margarite Oswald called Pete Gregory seeking shelter after she and Marina were essentially abducted by Life magazine. Pete notified Secret Service agent Mike Howard, who moved Marina, Margarite, and the two babies to the Six Flags Inn for interrogation. Margarite immediately began campaigning, demanding her "hero" son be rehabilitated as an innocent CIA/FBI agent. Pete's presence was vital, as Marina feared the Secret Service were the KGB. A crucial interrogation point was the famous photo of Lee with his rifle; Marina was reluctant to confess she took it, fearing reprisal. Upon hearing Lee was dead, Margarite demanded burial at Arlington National Cemetery. Guest: Paul Gregory.

As the 2025 Kindness Campaign comes to a close, Dr. Michelle Robin and Bayleigh Soza reflect on a month filled with heartwarming stories and meaningful moments that prove how small acts can create powerful ripples of change. From classrooms embracing daily kindness challenges to communities uniting across the US, they celebrate the impact of connection, compassion, and generosity. Together, they honor the partners, sponsors, and kindness influencers who helped make this year's campaign a success, reminding listeners that kindness isn't just a movement, it's a way of life.  Key Takeaways:   Small acts of kindness can spark powerful connections and change lives.  Our "medicine" comes from knowing what brings us peace and sharing it with others.  Giving kindness nourishes both the giver and the receiver.  Community grows stronger when we act with compassion and intention.  The ripple of kindness continues long after a single act, inspiring hope everywhere.  Nonprofits that run kindness campaigns include God's Secret Service Agent, Ben's Belle, One Kindness Challenge, SevenDays, Random Acts of Kindness.  Connect with Dr. Michelle and Bayleigh at:  https://smallchangesbigshifts.com  hello@smallchangesbigshifts.com  https://www.linkedin.com/company/smallchangesbigshifts  https://www.facebook.com/SmallChangesBigShifts  https://www.instagram.com/smallchangesbigshiftsco  Thanks for listening!  Thanks so much for listening to our podcast! If you enjoyed this episode and think that others could benefit from listening, please share it using the social media buttons on this page.  Do you have some feedback or questions about this episode? Leave a comment in the section below!  Subscribe to the podcast  If you would like to get automatic updates of new podcast episodes, you can subscribe to the podcast on Apple Podcasts or Stitcher. You can also subscribe in your favorite podcast app.  Leave us an Apple Podcasts review  Ratings and reviews from our listeners are extremely valuable to us and greatly appreciated. They help our podcast rank higher on Apple Podcasts, which exposes our show to more awesome listeners like you. If you have a minute, please leave an honest review on Apple Podcasts. 

In this episode, Dennis sits down with Brad Beeler, a retired U.S. Secret Service Special Agent whose 25-year career reads like a masterclass in credibility, communication, and human behavior. From protecting President George H. W. Bush to interrogating high-profile suspects as one of the agency's most prolific federal polygraph examiners, Brad has seen the truth revealed in every form imaginable.As a former instructor and liaison at the National Center for Credibility Assessment (NCCA), Brad trained thousands of federal agents in elicitation and deception detection techniques, shaping the next generation of intelligence professionals. Honored as Special Agent of the Year for his work combating crimes against children, and now recognized globally as a communications and credibility expert, Brad brings unmatched insight into what makes people tick and talk.Together, Dennis and Brad unpack the art of reading people, the psychology behind confessions, and how law enforcement officers can sharpen their own communication skills in the field and beyond.This episode isn't just about interviews; it's about influence, integrity, and the science of truth.Instagram @bradbeeler1865LinkedIn bradbeeler1865Website - Bradleybeeler.comBook Link https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/Tell-Me-Everything/Brad-Beeler/9781637748428

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 24 Eve of the New Order In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Earned leadership is a blessing; assigned leadership is a burden   "Am I going to have to spank this little kitty to teach you a lesson?" Rio asked sweetly. Mercy vigorously shook her head in denial. "So you don't want me to do this?" Rio began energetically rubbing her fingers over the moist cunt. I was distracted from the rest of that exchange by Barbie Lynn's recovery. She climbed up my body, cheeks still full of my cum and staring at me with a mischievous hunger. At the moment I thought we were going to mimic the cum-swapping trick Ms. Lane and I had done, she went in another direction. Barbie Lynn leaned forward within inches of Vivian's face. Vivian reacted by pulling away, knocking the back of her skull against the headboard of the bed. "Barbie Lynn, I am not kissing you, and I am certainly not kissing you with Zane's, seed/semen in your mouth," Vivian insisted. Barbie Lynn mumbled something that sounded somewhat like 'but you'll like it' and did her best to look sexy, innocent, and inviting all at once. She would have had me convinced that brushing my teeth with uranium hexafluoride was the best thing for long term dental health too. Barbie Lynn pressed forward, Vivian held her back by putting a hand on each shoulder, and then Barbie Lynn transferred one of Vivian's hands so that it now supported one of Barbie Lynn's dangling tits. Realistically, Vivian was better at Karate than Barbie Lynn and could have blocked/resisted the blow, but Vivian had the ability to be remarkably compliant at the weirdest of times, like right now. Barbie Lynn was really close to doing as promised. "Please don't," Vivian asked softly. Barbie Lynn went one step further; she tapped her forehead to Vivian's forehead, smiled at her, and sat up, ready to swallow at last. "Wait, don't!" Rio cried out. She switched direction so that she was beside Barbie Lynn and they were the ones now actually kissing and letting my semen travel from tongue to tongue. When Rio got her share and then some, she spun rapidly back to Mercy and slapped that girl's thigh, motioning her up on her knees facing Rio. As Mercy reached the appointed position, Rio took her head in both hands and bore into a powerful oral exchange. One blowjob with three recipients, not my normal wake-up routine. That aforementioned bunch of guys is going to crucify me, upside down. Mercy went from slightly hesitant to rather animated in seconds, keeping tight to Rio as Rio tried to withdraw. Mercy's tongue lashed Rio's mouth a few more times before Rio pushed her back. "You like that, my Bang-bunny?" Rio taunted Mercy. "Do you like Zane's cream on your tongue and going down your throat?" "Yes," Mercy responded shyly, "yes, I like it very much." I waited for 'can I have another' and an inappropriate chorus from 'Oliver'. Rio didn't see things that way. She wrapped Mercy up by the waist and kissed her once more. "Okay, but since you are such a lousy cocksucker I am going to make you practice on Zane every night at eleven until you get it right, at least until the end of the semester," Rio scolded Mercy. "If that is what you want!" Mercy beamed. "Lord Jesus, save me," Vivian prayed for sanity to return to the room. "Oh, no, you are not," Barbie Lynn challenged Mercy and Rio's little scheme as she rushed to my rescue. "Not every night, anyway," she added. Maybe not rushing to my rescue after all. "The next lady to lay claim to my sexual favors, I'm going to make French kiss Ms. Marlowe during breakfast at the Dining Hall," I threatened. "Spread the word." "How is that going to work?" Rio snickered. "I don't know, but I've done every other inconceivable thing I've set out to do so why should this be any different?" I gave her a lopsided grin. "Yes, all of this is very nice," Vivian lectured, "but Zane only has seven minutes left to take a shower downstairs." We started to stampede for the exit. "Robes, towels," Vivian reminded us. She was rapidly learning many of the important skills one needs to become a mother to teenagers, a cat wrangler, or a prison guard. The Dawn of the New Order, like it or not.   It started at 6:45 as we began filing out of the dorm toward the dining hall and breakfast. We received texts, or our dorm mothers received them if we didn't have that function, assigning us a tribe we belonged to. What was a tribe? No one seemed to have a clue what this entailed for us.   "So," Iona was the first to ask me, "What tribe are you part of?"   "My tribe's called the Mediator tribe," I responded. "What lame-ass name does your tribe have?" Iona blinked at me, took my phone from my hands, and looked at it while we walked.   "Mercy and I are in 17," Rio sneered. "Why did your group merit a name and ours didn't?"   "Because Zane doesn't have a tribe," Iona figured. "He is not of the mediator tribe; he's a mediator. The real question is, how many mediators are there and what is their responsibility?"   "I'm in tribe three," Vivian volunteered. "I do have a notation but no indication who to see about it." The conversations around us were going in the same general direction, the girls trying to figure what sort of disruptions this would cause. The teachers put a kibosh on students walking around and finding out where their friends were placed so the text and phone messages being tossed around were obscene.   The surprise going to breakfast had saved virtually all of the freshmen from Handmaiden's Duty but they snapped us up heading for Assembly. I had Frederica Nicholas who decided to make a game of her giving me a word and me having to create a poetic verse. I rapidly learned the more risqu my verse, the more touchy-feely she became. (And she is a Rhaine supporter, huh?) I am a glutton for sexual foreplay no matter where it comes from.   Entry into the Assembly Hall brought its own special form of confusion. All the seats had numbers for the tribes that could sit there. I didn't find my group anywhere but I did catch the fact that Christina's group had been broken up. I stopped by Heaven to put a comforting hand on her shoulder because she looked terribly unsettled before I approached Ms. Goodswell on the stage.   My spiritual advisor stood up, walked to the edge of the stage, and knelt down so we could talk privately.   "Hi, Teach. I can't seem to find my groups/tribe's area," I said pleasantly. "Can you help me out? Hell, can you tell me what's going on?"   "Zane, your seat is right over there," she said, pointing to a chair on the front row, aisle seat. She smiled sadly. "All I can tell you about this program right now is that I trust you." Oh crap, that didn't sound good. Sitting on the front row, the region normally reserved for seniors, was just as disturbing. I sensed an epic boning in my future and I was sure I knew who the chick with the strap-on was.   Chancellor Bazz came to the podium and led us through the first ten minutes of the session. I could tell she was simmering with anger and resentment over whatever the upcoming fiasco was, and she showed it. She introduced Vice Chancellor Scarlett, then sat down abruptly. Her enthusiasm wasn't muted; it was buried in the core of the earth.   "Greetings, students of Freedom Fellowship University; I believe we stand at the first step to a great, glorious, and blessed experiment," Vice Chancellor Doctor Victoria Scarlett began. Her plan did sound grandiose, was certainly going to be famous (or infamous), and whichever supernatural powers put their mark on this train wreck, I was sure we'd discover the Arch-angel Morningstar also had his sulfuric fingerprints on it when the CSI's were finally brought in.   The basics of the scheme: There would be eighteen tribes of fifty or more members. Each tribe had all four grades in it but was focused on declared majors so that the girls could support one another. Each tribe would internally determine how they would regulate themselves as well. Externally, relations would be overseen by the Mediator, yes, that was in the singular, as in one: me.   At this point, I was wondering if jumping up, shooting Scarlett in the heart, and crying 'Sic semper tyrannis' was appropriate. I didn't have a gun and realistically, Victoria didn't deserve death for what she was putting all of us through. A few days in a pillory would suffice. No, she was making me be the 'Man' of our academic community, our judge and arbitrator.   As for my job qualifications, or lack thereof; I am considered morally loose, if not downright deviant. I'm an eighteen-year-old boy telling twenty-one-year-old women what to do, I have no legal experience, oh, yes, and half the campus hates my guts. I almost missed it when Doctor Scarlett added that Vivian would remain my guardian.   Maybe Vivian would throw herself in the path of a sharpened pencil, pen, or stylus aimed at my heart by any number of the young ladies that wanted me dead, just like a Secret Service Agent.   "You will be informed of the location of your first meetings. Each tribe will meet at eight o'clock tonight and tomorrow night to create the foundations of your group," Doctor Scarlett informed us.   "Tribes five and seventeen will be meeting in the Solarium of Alan Smithee dorm, if that is okay with Mr. Braxton." Victoria looked my way. I stood up in case anyone missed my discomfort for being called out and actually asked by a lead educator for anything resembling permission on this campus.   "Eight o'clock tonight?" I questioned. "I don't know if that works for me. I have a Brazilian body wax at eight and have scheduled my eyebrows to be plucked at 8:45, plus there is a new episode of NCIs: Los Angeles at nine."   "How about they promise to keep the noise level down?" Victoria volleyed right back at me without missing a beat.   "Very well, Doctor Scarlett, if you personally guarantee their behavior, I'm okay with them using my room," I allowed. I couldn't provoke Scarlett and I couldn't embarrass her, so I was back to facing her rear-bound artificial cock catching up with my behind. I sat back down. Victoria quickly exited center stage and a bitter Chancellor ushered us through the last of the service.   I waited outside the Assembly Hall for my friends and my Handmaiden for the moment, Theresa Yates. Christina and Chastity caught up with me first, both giving me a curious look.   "Bro," Rio sneered as she and Mercy joined us, "we need to discuss your future abuse of power, bribes and kick-backs you are going to get. Nice banter with ol' Scarlett too."   "Yes," Christina said sarcastically, "being flippant with the Vice Chancellor backfired so spectacularly the first time, it definitely needed repeating." Her criticism really sucked because I always secretly wanted her to think well of me.   "What's your plan?" Chastity prodded me. She was always helping me out when she got the chance. As she finished, Iona, Hope, Faith, and Heaven showed up.   "They split us up," growled Heaven. "Do something, Zane."   "He just found out about this," Iona responded before I could. "Give it time and combined, we will come up with a solution together." I sighed with some relief at her assistance and then I blinked. The powerful kiss I planted on Iona's lips caught everyone off-guard.   "Freaking brilliant!" I complimented her gaily, giddy with glee. I didn't have an actual plan yet but I had a direction to propel my thought toward. With my mind awhirl, I caught sight of Theresa moving past me on her way to class.   "Hey, Theresa," I called out. "What are you having me do today?" She looked a bit shocked.   "Zane, we are no longer allowed to call on you for Handmaiden's Duty," she informed me.   "Oh, He, ck no," I choked out. "Who says?"   "The Vice-Chancellor declared you to be outside the tradition," she stated sadly. I wasn't going to stand for this. Victoria was building a wedge between me and the rest of the student body.   "Iona, do that tech-thing that you do and inform the ladies that by the authority vested in me as mediator, I am reinstating myself as part of the Handmaiden's duty until, over half of the tribal leaders petition that I do otherwise," I announced.   "By tech-thing, do you mean send a text message with an accompanying e-mail to all the students on the school registry?" Iona regarded me quizzically.   "Zane," Chastity worried, "are you sure you have the authority?"   "Of course he has the authority," Rio declared. "He's the freaking mediator." Sometimes I would really like to get a word in before the conversation runs away from me.   I swatted Iona on the ass, she squawked.   "Chastity, this is clearly a game of chicken, so why not see how far Scarlett is willing to go," I replied. The look Christina gave me restored my faith in me; her eyes beamed at me, alight with an intellectual fire. I had one last thing to do while the chaos boiled one last time before the ebb: I hugged Rio.   "I want you to break into Gabrielle's place," I whispered in her ear, "wait for her to come get you, and tell her this: There is no Cordelia Dresden."   "Back off, Joker," Rio punched me. Rio trusted me not to put her in harm's way if I had another choice and Gabrielle knew that Rio would be the last person any sane individual would trust to do this.   She gave no hint of a reply to my request. The assumption was, if Cordelia didn't know what we were up to, she couldn't figure out a way to stop us, and right now I wanted a way for us out of her little game here at FFU. My current theory was that the girl I knew as Cordelia didn't exist before she came here, she was an invented personality, and I wanted to know who the inventor was.   Oh yeah, back to my actual life where my academic and social lives were in upheaval because my current nemesis (or one of them anyway) was a crusading idealist. I swear to God, if I survive this place, I will never forgive Aunt Jill for not sending me to the University of Hawaii, which was my first choice for college. All I had to worry about there was hurricanes, tsunamis, volcanoes, and the wrath of the island spirits for despoiling virgins, simple shit.   "Zane, you will discuss the merits and sins of the concubines of King Solomon with me," Theresa said, as she passed me her backpack to carry. Life rolled back to semi-normal and we separated to make our way to our first classes of the day. That illusion took another ill turn when I entered English class with Ms. Goodswell. She gestured for me to come to her desk before the lesson began.   "Zane," she informed me softly, "none of the female teachers or administrators at this school can give you orders, only suggestions. Only Doctor Jennings may truly compel you to do anything."   This bombshell was the reason she said she trusted me back in Assembly. The only one making me do the right thing was me. I had never considered me Mr. Responsibility before so I was in for a crash course in having authority over 900 students and 100 teachers. I told Virginia Goodswell about my decision concerning my Handmaiden's Duty to get her input, then compelled her to treat me as any other student, because apparently, I'm in charge of students now.   "There are old soldiers and there are bold soldiers, but there are very few old, bold soldiers," she reminded me. "Never forget, no matter how dark it may seem, Zane, you are never alone."   "I could always use a picture of you in a white, low-cut bikini to inspire me," I hinted.   "Mr. Braxton, by the authority vested in me by the mediator, I order you to take your seat so we can begin classes," she smirked. Oh, the irony: stymied by my own hubris.   Celia Wanamaker snapped me up coming out of English class. Vivian was waiting for me and Raven was in tow, right up until Paige snapped her up. Celia had me name a biblical character for each letter of the alphabet. Paige had Raven quote bible verses, backwards. As if there was any doubt my day could get worse, it did so immediately.   "Oh, the great Priest-King approaches!" screeched Rio on seeing me. "We all must genuflect, that's kneel down until your head touches the ground for you stupid bitches, until the Mediator passes." The horrible, horrible thing was that dozens of confused girls started doing just that.   "Hold on," I held up my hands for attention, "Hold on. Rio is mistaken. Genuflecting is only done during the Holy Days of Christmas, Good Friday, and Easter."   Okay, I made that up off the fly and I figured that I wouldn't be at school for Christmas, and Good Friday and Easter were next year and I'd worry about that then. For now:   "Emily, Rebecca, Henrietta, and Magdalena, please carry Rio to her next class, by the legs and arms," I instructed some of the closest students. "If a door or other object gets in the way, don't hesitate to use her head as a battering ram."   "Damn, Bro, that's harsh," Rio giggled from the floor. I knelt beside her.   "Yeah," I whispered, "like being man-handled by four girls isn't going to turn you on."   "Don't tell them that," she whispered back. I rose and continued on to class. A wiggling, squirming, cursing, and fighting Rio followed us.   I went through the same rigmarole in Biblical Archeology. I told the teacher that using my authority over students, I was instructing her to instruct me as if I was any other student, because I was a student and this was the area of my authority; right? She bought into my reasoning with some relief.   "How was it?" I mouthed to Rio once class was well on the way.   "Two hands all the way up the thigh, one knows I forgot my undies and was thoroughly soaked, two titties grabbed," Rio described what she'd been subjected to, "and I got to bite Magdalena's ass. I love those soccer player asses. You are most likely the best friend I will ever know; thank you."   "Always willing to help a fellow pervert out," I grinned back. Rio winked, then returned to work. I needed all the humor I could get because it was going to be a long damn day. By the time I made Marksmanship at three o'clock, I was damn happy to shoot something. I got some relief by having my best day ever, scoring a 53 (out of a possible 100) at the range. When I finished, I noticed a large number of my club mates standing close by.   WOMEN and the WORLD at LARGE   "Yes?" I questioned the ladies clustered behind me at the firing line.   "Oh, we are huddling behind your manliness," Daphne, one of the better shooters, joked.   "Manliness? Daphne, you just shot an 87. Hell, if you ladies want to be safe, stand in front of me, because apparently that's the one place my bullets don't go," I chided her.   That was a slight exaggeration. I was a pretty good shot out to 50 meters, but when I have to use binoculars to even see the target some of these girls are nailing, I know I have a long way to go.   "Zane, police your station," Hope instructed me. "Everyone, it is time for field training." This was the other part of marksmanship, sneaking around and spotting targets in the woods. We didn't use live rounds but it was still fun stuff.   "Gung-ho!" I responded to Hope. I'd heard that this was the battle cry of an Asian-American unit in World War II; Japanese I think.   "I'm Korean, Zane," Hope tried not to chuckle. "We are not exactly friends with the Japanese."   "If I stop saying it will you ask your Daddy not to come?" I inquired hopefully.   "If you keep saying it, I'll stop telling my Father I can't live without you," she countered.   "You can't live without me?" I questioned.   "Of course I can live without you, but I had to think of something to stop him from parachuting here in the dead of night and slitting your throat," she confided.   "You are joking; right?" I worried. Hope was nonresponsive as we got our gear together for the hike. "Hope, tell me that was a joke." Once we passed into the forest, Hope was quiet, business-like and nothing but. We were a mile into our trek when Hope settled down to study the environs. Per procedure, Hope watched to her front and left; I crouched at her back, facing away, and watched to our rear and Hope's right.   We would stay this way until Hope set up on the target, which was when I became her spotter. Since we weren't there yet, I scanned my area one more time, then cupped my right hand and reached behind me until I touched Hope's ass. I waited for a reaction of any kind but none came. Three seconds later I began to gently coast along her posterior, lightly squeezing her buttocks and rubbing along her cleft.   With a careful ear, I caught Hope's breath gaining in intensity. A few seconds later, she reached back and tapped my arm lightly so I stopped. Hope then rose carefully and we continued on our way. During the entire encounter, neither one of us had deviated from our watchfulness, which gave the whole situation a greater erotic appeal for me.   "Zane," Hope caught my attention as the last rifle and bullet was secured away, "I really wasn't sure how you would deal with me, being better than you. How do you do it?"   "All the training and skill in the world isn't worth a damn if you won't fight," I tried to explain. "A willingness to fight without talent is a waste. Hope, you didn't defeat me; you beat me."   She seemed to be searching for my definition of those two terms.   "Let's walk over to Orienteering before Heaven pops," I suggested. "We can both pin Heaven down but short of killing her, I'm not sure how to stop her." Hope chuckled at that assessment and nodded. "Hope, you put me on the mat and made me tap out, you beat me. You haven't discouraged me from coming at you when I feel I'm more capable, you haven't defeated me."   "Beating implies physical dominance but defeat is a state of mind," Hope replied as she stripped my definitions bare. I swung back my hand to spank her ass. Hope flinched slightly as instinct recognized the incoming blow and dictated a menu of responses, most of which involved causing me pain. I spanked her left ass cheek; Hope yelped and glared over her shoulder at me in feigned annoyance.   "You are a very verbose wench," I shook my finger at her.   "Do you want them to perform an extensive autopsy to figure out where I stuck that finger or are you going to remove it from my face right now?" she challenged me mirthfully. I stepped to her side, draped an arm around her waist; a second later she hesitantly echoed the gesture.   When we got to Orienteering, Hope and I parted company and I joined my fellow students as Heaven stood before us. The silence dragged on, and on until I finally felt compelled to raise my hand.   "Yes, Zane?" Heaven asked sweetly. You know; that 'sweetly' that says, I have an iron skillet to the head in my immediate future.   "Class? Are we going to have class today? Please?" I mumbled.   "I don't know, Zane," Heaven glared at me with a vicious smile stitched to her face. "Do we have your permission to have class today? Apparently we need to." Oh, fuck-buckets; Hope had probably had the same instructions and blown them off; Heaven was going a different way.   "I understand," I announced with dignity as I stood and walked up beside Heaven before facing the rest of the class. "As your appointed mediator, I think we should come forth and pray on the matter. All of you come to the front and kneel in a semi-circle; you too Heaven." I put a hand on her shoulder and put pressure on her to kneel beside me, right beside me.   The girls gathered around, Heaven was on her knees only inches from my crotch with her eyes flickering from my hard cock (I'm giving strong consideration to slamming that bastard in the middle of the US Tax Code to make it calm down) to my eyes. Soon I was in the center of a waist-level sea of slightly swaying female heads.   "Let us pray," I intoned. "Lord, guide us and give us strength to be true to ourselves, have faith in the gifts of insight, determination, and self-worth you have given us. Also, give us the vision to see what is wrong, the knowledge to understand when we hear things that are nonsense, and the will to forge past those words so that we find our own voice. In Jesus Christ's name we pray; Amen." "Amen," the girls said, at varying volumes and with varying conviction. They were all there, on their knees, staring at me. I swear to God, if one of them had 'Bahhed, I'd have died on the spot. "Okay, who believes I'm more qualified to teach this class than Heaven?" I began. Two girls started to raise their hands then self-consciously reversed direction. "You are all correct; I am totally unqualified to teach this class. I am totally unqualified to tell any of you to do virtually anything. I don't know more about life than any of the rest of you do. At eighteen, I'm younger than most of you. I'm a guy, nothing more. You ladies don't need me. Really, do any of you have any need of me whatsoever?" "Sex," blurted out of the mouth of Ruth, one of the senior club members. No one said anything for a few seconds. Okay, I could deal with this. "Fine, sex. With the Purity Pledge here, do any of you think you would need me for sex?" Twelve of the fourteen girls raised their hands; counting Heaven made it thirteen. I wanted to be anywhere else but in the deathtrap of my own creation. Screw that; I wanted to crawl into a deep, dark hole and pull the dirt in behind me. "We hear you are really good at it," Benios tried to explain things to me. "Brandi told us all about blowjobs. Those seem safe enough with the Pledge," Michelle added. Heaven started snickering at my expense. "All right, everyone," Heaven raised her voice as she stood up, accidentally squeezing my cock through my pants as she did so, "let's get started, and if no one screws up today, we can have Thursday's class in Zane's bedroom." We finished the last class for the day and started leaving our outdoor classroom when Ruth put her hand on my lower arm. "Zane, does a blowjob violate the Purity Pledge?" she asked. That wasn't really what she was asking. Why would I know the specifics of a pledge that everyone knew I hadn't taken? No, what she was asking was if she could experiment with oral sex with me. The other girls were not so surreptitiously hanging around for the answer. "Honestly, I don't believe that fellatio is an acceptable alternative to vaginal sex unless it includes cunnilingus," I bullshitted. I believed that, but I was hoping the lingo would buy me an exit. "What?" Ruth stammered. "Oh, I know that," Michelle giggled. "Fellatio is when you take a man's phallus and put it in your mouth, and cunnilingus is when a man puts his mouth, down there," she pointed at her crotch. "Zane, do you do that too? Put your mouth, Ruth hounded me. "Sure," I confessed. "Every man should, but in reality, it is more than tongue work", I wiggled my tongue, "but finger work too. All you have to do is think how your fingers feel down there, except this time they are under someone else's control and you have a strong, flexible muscle added to the mix." I instantly knew I was missing something with this audience. "You touch yourself; right?" I questioned. By many of the guilty looks, I could tell that most of the class had, but a surprising number hadn't, Ruth included. "I never have," Ruth replied. "I was afraid I'd stop being a virgin." I nodded, walked over to the closest tree, and banged my head against it. "That's enough for today," Heaven intervened. "We can pick up this wonderful, non-orienteering discussion next time." She ushered me away. I was rather thankful to get away and into the company of someone I trusted. "Are you ready for tonight?" "You mean am I waiting to pack your tight ass and drag my fingernails over your back until I draw blood? Yes," I grinned down at her. "Evil!" she giggled. "You are sinister, vile, and an aberration to all that is pure in the world." "Well, you are purely wonderful," I countered. "So is this a case of opposites attract?" "Do you like to see me that way?" my transvestite lover teased. "Your legs on my shoulders as I drive into you; on your hands and knees; you looking down at me as you slide down that first time, your ass cheeks bouncing, with my hands kneading them as you face away, but most of all, with your head on my chest, asleep, your hair spilling over your eyes as you lay there, that's the best," I related. "How can you be lusty and sweet at the same time?" she murmured. "It's how you make me feel, Heaven," I explained. "It is no mystery, you are that good to me." "Best boyfriend ever," she whispered, as she hugged my arm tight. On the final approach to Heaven's dorm, she gave me a nudge. "So, how did you beat the ten-second rule?" Heaven prodded me. "We have a ten-second rule?" I questioned. "We don't, silly; it's Hope's rule," Heaven grinned. "No one holds her for more than ten seconds. She has, had proximity issues." "We were intimate," I pointed out. "That probably helps." "I hope so," Heaven laughed. "The first time Christina and I barged into her room, we found ourselves staring down the barrel of a gun. Chastity was her roommate and she nearly freaked because she didn't know Hope had an automatic, much less slept with one under her pillow." "Note to self: never climb in Hope's window looking for a midnight hook-up," I sighed. "Hey," Heaven playfully grumbled, "if you are crawling in anyone's window for some late-night booty, it had better be my window and my booty you are after, Mister." "Or what?" I teased. "Are we back to me being in a deep, dark hole, you with the only key, dressed up for me in black strips of leather?" That description dated back to our first day on campus together when she hated my very existence. "Bitch," Heaven growled with frustrated desire. "I'll see you at the car in ten minutes, then." I gave a double pump of the eyebrows and left. We had been invited by Officer Danica Campbell of the Lancaster PD for a barbeque so we could get reacquainted. It was something Heaven was really looking forward to (not that I minded). Danica's house needed a little yard work but was otherwise an unremarkable ranch style house with an attached carport. Heaven's hands kept fluttering at her sides and straightening out her skirt. Me; I was in a long-sleeved pull-over and jeans and was having a much easier time of it emotionally. My only problem was our timetable; I had to be back before nine. We could smell the burning charcoal from the front yard but I indicated to Heaven that we weren't friends enough to simply walk around back unannounced. We rang the doorbell, then rang it again. Heaven was going for a third, nervous try when Danica opened the door. "Hey, you two, come on in," she greeted us, and stepped aside so we could enter. The first aura I detected in Danica's home was of benign neglect; the house was inhabited but no one actually lived here. Everything looked old but not worn, except for one chair and the cabinet around the TV which had VHS tapes (?) and scores of DVDs from the past ten years. Danica was in a lumberjack shirt, jeans, and deck shoes with a noticeable lack of bra, panties, and socks. "I'm glad you two showed up," Danica said, talking to us as we followed her through the living room to the kitchen. We could see the grill cooking away on a concrete patio through a sliding glass door. "I almost showed up last night," Heaven blurted out, then looked mortified. "You would have had to wait a while," Danica joked. "I worked last night." "I would have put her to sleep on the doorstep, covered her in a blanket, and given her a garden gnome to use as a pillow," I joked. Heaven blushed furiously and punched me in the arm. "Be careful, Mister Braxton," Danica threatened me with a wink, "I have handcuffs, pepper spray, and a taser, behave." I was hoping that comical exchange would have reduced the tension. It almost worked. As Danica opened the sliding glass door, she turned to say something. I have no idea what it was that got into her but at that point, Heaven threw herself at our hostess, wrapped her arms around Danica's neck, and kissed the lady cop. Danica staggered out the door onto the patio, grabbed the doorsill before they toppled over, and after her obvious moment of panic, put her other arm around Heaven's waist. Third Wheel Syndrome was kicking in for a while as the two kept tickling each other's tonsils and rubbing their bodies together. "I, ah, wanted to kiss you since I talked to you on the phone," Heaven finally said. Danica stroked a finger along Heaven's left earlobe, wiggling it back and forth. "Mission accomplished," Danica smiled. "You don't date much, do you? That's not a condemnation; it's just, you have a raw intensity I haven't seen in a while. I like it." Heaven looked ready to dive into another lip frenzy when our hostess held her up. "Let's check on the grill, unless you like your pork chops and chicken burnt as hard as the coals that made 'em." Heaven gave Danica enough lead to make it to the grill and open it up. My friend coughed and choked as the smoke billowed out; it was Heaven's first outdoor barbeque, or at least the first that didn't involve a professional pit master and a whole steer. "Give her some room," I cautioned Heaven. "I hear those things are hot." It was my first time too, but they had similar things in Thailand so I wasn't totally lost. Eventually, I was forced to wrap my arms around Heaven from behind to keep her from bouncing all over the place. Her enthusiasm didn't bother me; she was fun and felt she had a lot of catching up to do. We chatted about her work and our school machinations. Danica made a crack about me and women putting me on my back, funny like a crutch. We gathered in her living room; it was the only room that had the seats to meet our needs with the meat, coleslaw, hush puppies, and lima beans to eat. There was the promise of sherbet if dinner didn't fill us up. Things were going so smoothly that I almost missed Danica's little ploy. "Heaven, since you are getting a beer, would you get me one too," Danica off-handedly mentioned. We were finishing up the meal and washing it down with the appropriate beverage, lemonade in my case and beer in theirs. "Sure," Heaven smiled warmly, and off she went. She didn't hear Danica get up and follow her into the kitchen, though Danica did give me a wink. The moment Heaven pulled the two lagers out of the refrigerator, Danica slipped up behind her and pressed her body into Heaven's. For a second, Heaven thought it was me and was looking over her shoulder to chastise me. I was following but was hanging back. "Zane, then she noticed it was Danica, "Huh?" "Hey, Precious," Danica purred to her, "it seems your hands are occupied;" gesturing to the beer in each. Danica stretched her arms around and cupped Heaven's breasts and began massaging them. Heaven tried to twist around but Danica didn't let her. She bit into Heaven's neck instead, sucking up and down from ear to shoulder. "The last time you snuck up on me; now it is my turn. How does it feel?" Danica continued. She pressed Heaven up against the refrigerator door, grinding her there for a while before letting Heaven turn and faced her. "It feels good," Heaven gulped, "but I know some other things I want to do to you that are better." Danica answered that by sensually sliding down Heaven's body until she was kneeling. From there she lifted Heaven's skirt, pulled down her double panties and started making kissing/slurping noises that made Heaven shudder in anticipation. Danica was bobbing in a slow, languid style that was pushing the tranny toward her own internal blaze. I saw the opportunity to come up and relieve Heaven of her beers before she dropped them. Heaven's hands dropped immediately to Danica's head and trembled with the desire to push Danica farther and farther down her cock. Danica held her off, having more blowjob experience than Heaven and I combined. I took the time offered to remove all our shirts and Heaven's bra before alternating kissing Danica's neck and back while playing with her tits, and going to Heaven and kissing her and teasing her nipples with my teeth. She was over-eager and was tapping Danica's crown inside a minute, indicating the shortness of her fuse. Heaven gave a muted squeak followed by, "Oh, God, that's so fucking good, take it, oh, God, take it!" Danica did a masterful job of soaking up everything Heaven had to give and draining her dry afterwards. Danica had to hold Heaven's hips to stop my lover from sliding to the ground on her ass. "I think we will all be passing on the sherbet," Danica grinned while licking her lips. Heaven nodded, first shakily but soon with much more assurance. I kicked off my shoes in my own endorsement of this plan and we were soon all migrating to Danica's bedroom. Heaven, new to the romantic aspects of sexuality, dove straight onto the bed and shimmied out of her skirt. Danica and I stopped at the foot of said bed and shed our pants (and underwear for me). As Heaven looked at us, I pulled Danica's hair aside and began kissing her from right beneath her ear down to the nape of her neck. Danica responded by pressing her backside into me and gyrating her ass on my crotch. Danica ran her left hand behind her back and began moving it sensually along my stomach to the base of my cock and up again. Her right hand stroked my thigh and hip on the other side. I countered by moving my left to her left breast, mauling it but leaving the nipple unmolested for now. My right hand went in a serpentine fashion to her crotch and hovered right above her clitoris. We played tag with our intimate parts long enough for Danica to start sweating and moaning against me. "Why aren't you married, again?" she snickered. "Oh, yeah, you being eighteen and all." "Are you too much woman for one man?" I countered. "Actually, I've been looking for someone special," she confessed, but she wasn't looking at me when she said it. That wasn't lost on Heaven either; her jaw dropped. "Don't freak," Danica reassured her. "I know we don't have much in common, I'm a townie and you're a rich girl from somewhere else, but we have until spring if you want to hang out." It took Heaven a few moments to digest that. "I'd like that, Danica; I'd like that a lot," she smiled. "Well, I'd like it if you came over here and kissed me before your boyfriend drives me totally nuts," Danica teased her. Heaven got on her knees and waddled to the end of the bed to join us. "Wait," Heaven said at the last second, eyes wide with surprise. "I have a boyfriend and a girlfriend, I rock!" and then she dove into Danica's lips. Danica was propelled into me by Heaven's passionate embrace. She reciprocated by moving her hand off my hip and onto Heaven's semi-rigid cock. Heaven's phallus hardened quickly enough and she upped the tempo by buoying up her breasts and initiating a nipple fight between her tits and Danica's, wow, a freaking advantage I hadn't thought of. "Let s, Danica gulped for air " get on, the bed. I want some, of this, in me," she pulled on Heaven's cock. Oh, yeah, this was the Heaven-Danica show and I was second fiddle, and I felt it was glorious. 'You are known not by what you do but by what you leave behind,' or so yet another saying goes. Danica and Heaven were happy with one another, even if only for a little while. That 'while' included Heaven retreating up the bed as Danica followed and I pursued her. "Have you been a good girl?" Danica quizzed Heaven. "Do we need a condom?" clarified the issue. "No, no, I've only been with Zane," Heaven answered. "That's hardly a ringing endorsement for safe sex," Danica chuckled. "Damn, that's just cold," I groaned. "For your information, if my partner wasn't a virgin, she was someone I know intimately." "So you are not doing it with that Warlord chick living in your house now?" Danica persisted. "How do you even know about that? It happened Sunday," I wondered. "Zane," Danica sighed patiently, "I'm a cop and your house is like two miles away." "Can we get back to concentrating on the sex?" Heaven grumbled. "I'll wear a condom if you want. I'll wear a harem girl outfit if you want, as long as it leads to sex with you." "That won't be, necessary," Danica murmured as she positioned Heaven's cock between her labia then began to push down. I was working out what my place in this could be when I spotted the bottle of lubricant (generic) boldly sitting on Danica's nightstand, not very subtle at all. I shifted over, got the bottle, then got around behind them once more. "Can I join in?" I asked. "I trust you," Danica purred. Silly her; I'm behind her with a source of lube and a passion to use it. I poured some out on Danica's cleft and let it ooze down toward her cunt. I let it cascade over three fingers before sealing it up again. With my left hand, I began working a finger into Danica's anus, and with my right, I worked another into Heaven's. "Oh," Danica grunted, as I slipped past her sphincter. Heaven's response was to moan sensually. It took me a little while to not only work a finger in but a second one in as well; then the fun began. With Heaven, I began both pumping and making a series of circular motions; with Danica, though, I pressed down until I was counter-massaging Heaven's cock through the walls of her rectum and cunt. "Oh, my fucking God!" shouted Danica. "That feels great; she's really grinding against me." "Keep that up," gasped Heaven. "I, I can feel your fingers." Okay, I got this one right. I could also feel the sympathetic impulses growing between Danica's vaginal walls and Heaven's cock; they weren't going to last long. Drilling Heaven's butthole in rapid-fire fashion sent her crashing ahead of the wave. "Dan, Dan, Danica, Hell, yeah!" Heaven screamed as she slammed upward into the lady cop. Danica's back bowed and a low growling noise reverberated through her body. Both tried to use their anal muscles to grind my finger bones together; for the orgasms they were riding through, it was worth it. Danica shivered through one last orgasmic burst then settled gently down on Heaven. Heaven reached around with her arms and ran them up and down Danica's back. Our hostess pushed off her lover's body with her elbows on the mattress and kissed her nose. "That felt wonderful," she smiled down at Heaven. Heaven didn't immediately respond. "Is something wrong?" Danica worried. "I, um, it was really nice, Danica, but, Heaven worked through the words. "But?" Danica asked. "But I think I'm into guys," Heaven gave her worried confession. "I'm sorry; what we did felt good but what sent me over the top was, " "Oh," Danica seemed to deflate. "Hold on," I intervened, even as my fingers were still slowly working them both. "Heaven, you liked Danica's blowjob; right?" "Yes. It was wonderful," Heaven brightened up. "She's, you are, she looked into Danica's eyes " the best I've ever had." "Still, you like it up your ass, don't you?" I prodded. Heaven bit her lip and rolled her head to the side. Danica pushed herself onto all fours and sighed. "Well, damn," she sighed, "I was sort of hoping, " "Danica, would you consider screwing Heaven's ass? Giving it a chance?" I hazarded. "I'd give it a shot," Danica replied after a moment's hesitation. Being with a girl was new; being with a transgender was new; and now being the driving force in anal sex was going to be new too. "I'll get dressed and go out to the car," I winked. "Surprise, surprise; I worried something like this would happen so I brought a few things along." I was afraid that when I got back from the car with my backpack holding the strap-on, that a chill would have set in. I shouldn't have worried; Danica was surprisingly passionate and Heaven was sheer surprise itself. They were cuddled face to face exchanging small kisses and stroking each other's hair. "I just want you both to know," Danica held up a warding hand, "if that thing is longer than my arm, I'm calling this off." I presented the device for her approval and while it could be intimidating, it wasn't scarier than Heaven's normal equipment. "I'm glad that's going into you and not me," Danica ended up teasing Heaven. Not to be outdone, Heaven rolled onto her stomach and wiggled her upraised ass in the air. "Oh, she's begging for it," Danica laughed. "Yes, she does, and if you think that's sweet, imagine how nice it is to wake up with her ramming that pole in while riding you," I painted the picture. "Is there any position she doesn't like?" Danica inquired. "I'm right here, my ass up in the air. Please, somebody do something," Heaven whined. "Not that I know of," I ignored Heaven's plea. "You could try it in the shower, bent over the sofa, heels up in the La-Z-Boy, or hanging from the pull-up bar, she's quite strong." "Oh, hmm, thanks, Zane; I'll explore those opportunities," Danica grinned. "Hello, ass here, needs stuffing," Heaven became more insistent. "She's shameless," Danica teased happily. "Absolutely," I laughed, "but if one of us doesn't fulfill her needs real soon, violence will ensue." "Zane, you warm her up and I'll figure out how to put this thing on," Danica instructed me as she took hold of her sexual toy. "About damn time," Heaven panted as I worked my first finger in again. I'd oiled up several fingers before handing the lube to Danica to prepare her artificial cock with. Heaven's anus was already pliable from our activity so it took only two minutes to work the second and third finger in. By that time, both Danica and Heaven were ready. "This is weird," Danica mumbled, as she placed her phallic head against Heaven's sphincter. "Let me know if this, she got out before Heaven pushed back and gasped. "Doesn't that hurt?" "Makes me feel full," Heaven gasped. "Push." Danica did indeed push, and spanked Heaven for good measure. Now that I was freed up again, I elected to recline beside Heaven and watch her get fucked by Danica. Heaven and I made eye contact; that totally free, blissful look was exceptionally special for me. I'd seen Heaven afraid far too often. I'd seen her furious far too often as well. "Zane," Heaven perked up, "get over here. I want your cock. I want it coming and going." "Revenge," taunted Danica. Heaven and I had given Officer Campbell simultaneous oral and anal sex, and now Heaven was getting the same treatment. I sat my ass on the pillow in front of Heaven's face, legs spread wide. She grabbed my cock in both hands (my cock is so massive, its ability to block out the Sun often cows primitive tribes, or maybe Heaven has small hands) and yanked it forward somewhat painfully until she could lick the tip. "Come on, Zane," Danica egged me on, "take hold of her head and fuck her like a cheap slut." A shudder passed head to foot through Heaven's body and she gave out a small sob. "Heaven," I asked cautiously, "do you want to stop?" "I'm being fucked like a slut, Zane," she replied tearfully. "I'm being fucked like a slut." You never know with some people. Danica gave me a worried look so I gave her a quick smile and a nod. Heaven wanted to be a woman, but almost as important was that she wanted to be seen and treated like a woman. It may have played out in Heaven's imagination that she had gone to some seedy bar looking all hot and sexy, then a couple had picked her up so they could treat her like a bad little girl. I raised my hips, feeding more of my cock into Heaven's mouth. "Spank your bitch's ass," I teased Danica. She responded by alternating noisy but not very painful slaps to our tranny's buttocks. Heaven wanted the tease, not the real pain, and Danica was right there for her. Once we had a good rhythm going, I could feel Danica's cock slamming at its deepest impact, Heaven squirming and squealing with the pleasure and her tongue and throat swirling around my oral intrusion. She slurped and sucked desperately while a small amount of drool marked her cheek and jaw. Heaven began making whimpering noises along with the grunts when Danica drove in deeper. All the sizzling sex I'd been forced (yeah, right) to watch sent me over the edge first. "Heaven, babe, here it comes," I chanted several times before I finally did shoot gobs and gobs, so much it shot out her nose and mouth. Okay, not really that much, but I certainly felt some relief. &l

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In this episode - I interview Scott Bryson- who spent three decades in law enforcement, from the streets of Charlotte to the White House, in the Secret Service.He has protected President George Bush on his security detail, been a Member of the CAT ( Counter Assault Team) and worked all aspects of the Secret Service and international assignments.His core philosophy: service over ego. The “switched-on” mindset—calm under stress, decisive in chaos—matters more than size, rank, or background. Protection is about preparation, vigilance, and routine discipline, not Hollywood heroics.Today, Scott applies the same lessons in schools, executive protection, and public education. He emphasizes authenticity, integrity, and the power of words to lead and protect. His advice is simple but actionable: build situational awareness, carry tools that work, train realistically, plan for transitions, and never forget that survival—not engagement—is the goal.Through his podcast Beyond the Service and direct outreach, Scott continues to share hard-earned wisdom, offering a roadmap for resilience, safety, and purposeful living.This episode with Retired Secret Service Agent Scott Bryson is a must-listen for anyone who values real-world safety, resilience, and actionable wisdom. From high-stakes protective work to everyday life lessons, Scott delivers insights you won't find anywhere else—practical, honest, and inspiring. Whether you're in law enforcement, a concerned parent, or just someone who wants to be better prepared, this conversation will leave you smarter, safer, and motivated. Tune in—you won't want to miss a single moment.

In this episode of We Have A Meeting, we sit down with Kenneth Valentine, a former United States Secret Service agent who spent his career protecting Presidents, world leaders, and high-profile figures under constant threat. Kenneth pulls back the curtain on what really happens behind the scenes when it comes to assassination prevention, political shootings, and the split-second decisions that save lives. From scanning crowds to understanding attacker psychology, Kenneth shares the methods, drills, and instincts that agents are trained to rely on. He also reveals the pressure, the adrenaline, and the unseen sacrifices that come with guarding some of the most powerful people on earth. Whether you're fascinated by history, leadership under pressure, or just want to understand how the Secret Service prepares for the unthinkable, this conversation is full of rare insights from someone who's been on the frontline of national security. ⏱️ Topics Covered: How Kenneth Valentine became a U.S. Secret Service agent The tactics and training used to prevent political shootings The psychology of an assassin – and how agents anticipate threats Real stories from protecting Presidents and world leaders Why the smallest details matter most in high-stakes security Lessons in focus, discipline, and resilience that apply far beyond protection work

From 9/11 to a Life of Purpose In this riveting episode, we hear from former Secret Service agent Darin Kinder, the author of Bury Me in a Dirty Suit. Darin provides a street-level, moment-by-moment account of his experience at the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001. He recounts the chaos, the destruction, and the personal transformation that occurred as a result. More than just a story of a day in history, Darin's testimony is a powerful call to action for believers to live a life with a greater sense of mission. -- A Personal Revelation: Darin shares how the title of his book came from a powerful prayer he prayed the day after 9/11, where he committed to serving God and getting his "suit dirty" for His glory. -- The Power of Teamwork: He emphasizes the value of serving alongside other believers, noting that he felt timid and less effective when alone, but was bold and confident when working as part of a team. -- Finding a God-Given Purpose: Darin speaks to the struggle many Christian men face with feeling "listless" and lacking a sense of mission. He shares how his career path, though initially a setback, ultimately led him to a place of service. -- A Brush with History: Darin recounts his close proximity to President George W. Bush during the famous "bullhorn" address at Ground Zero, describing the raw emotion of the scene and the powerful connection between the President and the grieving nation. -- The Secret Service Mission: He gives an insider's look into the two main aspects of a Secret Service agent's job—protective assignments and criminal investigations—and how both roles allowed him to "fight the good fight" and make a tangible difference in people's lives. ******* This is the radio program with the music removed. By the way, I have written a new book, and you can find it here: https://www.amazon.com/Dreams-Visions-Stories-Faith-Pastor/dp/161493536X

On this episode of the podcast, Robert McDonald, a campus security expert, University of New Haven professor, and former supervisory Secret Service agent, joins the podcast for a candid discussion on the agency's recent challenges and the tragic assassination of Charlie Kirk. McDonald critiques the Secret Service's handling of the July 13, 2024 assassination attempt on former President Donald Trump's life — he points to serious gaps in advanced security planning.Drawing on decades of experience, McDonald explains why stronger protective measures are needed for high-profile figures and how lapses can have devastating consequences. He also shares his perspective on the importance of confronting controversial issues openly on college campuses, while urging bipartisan cooperation to reduce political violence.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

“It is the Lord who goes before you. He will be with you; he will not leave you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed.” Deuteronomy 31:8 Anyone who is old enough has memories of where we were when our world changed forever when the Al Qaeda terror attacks happened on Sept 11, 2001. I am commemorating the anniversary of 9/11 by speaking with Jenny's guest, Darin Kinder, a U.S. Secret Service agent was inside the World Trade Center in New York City preparing to go into a meeting when the twin towers were hit by two hijacked jetliners as debris from the plane, chunks of the building, and burning jet fuel rained down.  Amid the chaos and destruction, Darin felt God speak to him, assuring him that he was not alone.  In the midst of this harrowing event, he and some co-workers led others to safety. This traumatic experience would change his life — and set him on a mission to discover God's purpose can come out of pain. He earned the U.S. Secret Service's highest award for bravery - the Medal of Valor for his heroism that day. He's a Speaker & the Author of “Bury Me In A Dirty Suit,”  a compelling eyewitness account of 911 and explores what it means to live with a valiant purpose.  He's the founder of Fierce Faith, a Christian organization that encourages men to live purposefully serving God.  His book is dedicated to the 422 first responders who died in the line of duty responding to the terrorist attacks at the World Trade Center in New York City on September 11, 2001. Find more at: darinkinder.com and fierce-faith.com 

On this special episode of God, Country, and the American Story, Billy Hallowell sits down with former Secret Service agent Darin Kinder, a survivor of the Sept. 11 attacks.Mr. Kinder is the author of the new memoir, Bury Me in a Dirty Suit. He joins Mr. Hallowell in recounting his harrowing firsthand experience inside the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001. He describes, in vivid detail, the moments when chaos, death, and destruction collided with faith, courage, and selflessness.From his story of miraculous survival and hearing God's voice to returning to “the battlefield” to save lives, Mr. Kinder shares how the tragedy impacted his life, faith and life's mission.

Secret Service Agent FINDS OUT after his SHOCKING post on Charlie Kirk's DEATH! FAFO!

Former Secret Service Agent John Hudson, calls in to talk about the shooter who killed Charlie Kirk, Hudson breaks down the specifics of the gun potentially used and skills of the killer.

What if the key to mastering difficult conversations was hidden in the way you shake hands or ask a single question?In a world where communication is more fragmented than ever, misinterpretation can derail deals, damage relationships, and escalate tensions. Former U.S. Secret Service Special Agent Brad Beeler has spent 25 years reading people under extreme pressure. In this episode, he reveals the body language cues, vocal techniques, and subtle shifts that can turn an awkward exchange into a moment of connection, whether you're negotiating a business deal, leading a team, or navigating personal relationships.Learn the subtle handshake and body language adjustments that instantly create trust and credibility.Discover the vocal tone shifts that project confidence, reduce tension, and elicit more honest responses.Understand the patterns and red flags that can help you detect dishonesty—without relying on unreliable “one-size-fits-all” cues.Press play now to learn how to decode people, lead with confidence, and transform even the toughest conversations into breakthroughs.˚KEY POINTS AND TIMESTAMPS:02:45 - A Critical Communication Moment in China06:22 - The Foundation of Body Language and Handshakes11:55 - Mastering Vocal Tone and Tonality16:53 - The Connection Between Sales and Interrogation20:09 - Improving Communication in the Digital Age23:27 - Detecting Dishonesty in High-Stakes Situations29:04 - Personal Development Philosophy30:56 - Advice for Your Younger Self33:04 - Managing Inner State Under Pressure36:47 - Closing Thoughts˚MEMORABLE QUOTE:"Pace yourself, invest in becoming 1% better every day, and protect your reputation because your last name is everything."˚VALUABLE RESOURCES:Connect with Brad: https://www.linkedin.com/in/bradbeeler1865/˚To explore coaching with Agi: https://personaldevelopmentmasterypodcast.com/mentor˚

Mastering Human Interaction: Insights from a Former US Secret Service Agent with Brad BeelerSUMMARYIn this episode of Present Influence, host John Ball welcomes Brad Beeler, a former US Secret Service agent. Brad shares profound insights from his experiences in high-stakes environments to help decode human behaviour, build trust, and improve communication. Key topics discussed include the effectiveness and use of polygraph tests, the importance of congruent body language, effective first impressions, and the potent, often-overlooked influence tools like curiosity and respect. Brad also teases his upcoming book, 'Tell Me Everything,' which promises to delve deeper into these critical skills for anyone looking to enhance their influence and persuasion in personal and professional contexts.Get the free PDF with the full rundown of everything Brad talked about on the show; you don't even need to submit an email: CLICK HERECHAPTERS00:00 Introduction to Present Influence00:09 Meet Brad Beeler: From Secret Service to Polygraph Expert00:56 The Role and Effectiveness of Polygraph Tests01:55 Brad's Journey and Insights into Human Behaviour05:59 The Science of Body Language and Communication10:58 Practical Tips for Presenters and Speakers21:53 The Importance of First Impressions25:56 Context and First Impressions27:52 The Role of Lies in Social Interactions28:53 Detecting Deception: Techniques and Tips33:35 The Power of Social Media and Personal Information38:40 Influence Principles in Action43:27 Respect and Curiosity in Communication45:35 Conclusion and Upcoming BookVisit presentinfluence.com/quiz to take the Speaker Radiance Quiz and discover your Charisma Quotient. For speaking enquiries or to connect with me, you can email john@presentinfluence.com or find me on LinkedInYou can find all our clips, episodes and more on the Present Influence YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@PresentInfluenceThanks for listening, and please give the show a 5* review if you enjoyed it.

Politicians love to proclaim CRIME IS DOWN without noting that crime rates are still way out of control compared to pre-2020 life. ABC News law enforcement contributor Don Mihalek, a retired Senior Secret Service agent, weighs the CRIME IS DOWN claim versus how citizens actually feel about their personal safety.Don points out there's a significant difference between the crime stats that are being referred to and the population actually feeling safe. He points out that the latest action by the Trump administration is not without precedent: in the 1980's and 90's federal agencies combined to create a task force to knock back the drug problems of those years.BONUS: Joe Biden audio from 1991 where he describes his nighttime driving habits of evading red light stops for feat of being carjacked in Washington D.C.

retired Secret Service Agent, John Hudson, calls in to talk about school safety and we countdown to black to school.

Join Nick Lamagna on The A Game Podcast with our guest Joe Scargill, an active Secret Service Agent for 20 years, a Checkmat BJJ Black belt who is an athlete, coach and true American Badass!  Fighting out of Jacksonville Florida by way of Pennsylvania, he wrestled at Ohio State and was on a path to go the path of working in Insurance like the rest of his family and turned to law enforcement after some impactful friends made an impression on him. After starting as a police officer he set his sights on the Secret Service but was initially rejected.  His background in wrestling made him no stranger to adversity as he picked himself up and applied again, being accepted in 2000.  He found the art of Brazilian Jiu Jitsu as a combat instructor for the Secret Service and has taken his gift and abilities in leadership from  the Government to the mats.  He is shaping minds young and old at A Force BJJ in Ponte Vedra, Florida and spends his time as a national keynote speaker.  He is also on the advisory board for Academy Safe providing a high quality training environment for martial arts communities doing the extra work to verify it is a place run by people we can trust with our children, friends and family.  FUN episode with an incredible guy, you won't want to miss this one!   Connect with Joe: Joe Scargill on Facebook Joseph Scargill on Instagram Joe Scargill on Threads Joe Scargill on LinkedIn   Connect with Academy Safe: academysafe.org Academy Safe on Facebook Academy Safe on Instagram Academy Safe on Youtube Academy Safe on TikTok     Connect with A Force BJJ: A Force BJJ A Force BJJ on Instagram A Force BJJ on Facebook     --- Connect with Nick Lamagna www.nicknicknick.com Text Nick (516)540-5733 Connect on ALL Social Media and Podcast Platforms Here FREE Checklist on how to bring more value to your buyers  

0:00 - "Good Trouble" Trump protests 10:33 - Trump: don't understand the interest in Epstein, "sordid" and "boring" 30:40 - Biden autopen 49:33 - President and CEO of Young America’s Foundation, former Governor of Wisconsin and former presidential candidate, Scott Walker: Stop Paying for Failure: It’s Time for Real Government Accountability. For more on the Young America’s Foundation yaf.org 01:07:06 - do you have compassion for illegals who are afraid? 01:31:51 - Noted economist Stephen Moore on trade/tariffs/inflation. Get more Steve on X @StephenMoore 01:38:47 - Schiff mortgage fraud 01:44:51 - Alex Berenson, author of Pandemia: How Coronavirus Hysteria Took Over Our Government, Rights, and Lives and writes at Unreported Truths - alexberenson.substack.com - analyzes the bizarre anger and meanness of our public health betters. Follow Alex on X @AlexBerenson 02:07:12 - Mike Olson, retired Secret Service Agent & co-founder/owner of 360 Security Services, responds to recent reports released by the chairmen of the Senate Judiciary and and Homeland Security committees. For more on 360 Security Services 360security.servicesSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Former Secret Service Agent, Tim Sharkey, speaks on what the Situation Room is and answers Anna and Raven's questions regarding the significance of the room, what the room is like, and who is allowed in the room! Photo Credit: Getty Images

Mike Olson, former Secret Service Agent and owner of 360 Security Services, joins Adam and Jordana to talk about the shooting of local lawmakers.

On this episode of the podcast, Amanda Head and her guests who both honorably retired from the US Secret Service and the Federal Bureau of Investigations (FBI) discuss former FBI Director James Comey's recent and controversial ‘8647' Instagram post, which has sparked concern and debate across the law enforcement community and Trump Administration.The first interview on this episode is a discussion with retired Secret Service Special Agent and Safe Haven Security Group consultant Bill Gage. The 12 year Special Agent breaks down how the United States government investigates threats against the President — using Comey's ‘8647' post as a case study. Gage walks through the role of the Protective Intelligence Division (PID), the importance of intelligence coordination, and how investigations are focused on facts, not intimidation. Furthermore, Gage supports US Secret Service Director Sean Curran's effort to modernize the Secret Service training center which includes building a full-scale White House replica for $8M.The second interview on this episode is a discussion with retired FBI Executive Assistant Director Chris Piehota. The two discuss former FBI Director James Comey's “highly irresponsible” social media post that has since been deleted from his personal account. Piehota criticized Comey saying that his original claim of ignorance about the term “86” is ‘hard to believe' considering his past professional ‘experiences and education.' Furthermore, Piehota opines on the FBI's potentially reduced operational budget by over $500M, as well as current FBI Director Kash Patel's plans to relocate 1,500 FBI personnel out of the J. Edgar Hoover building in Washington, D.C.You can buy Chris Piehota's book, “WANTED: The FBI I Once Knew” on Amazon today, and follow him or Amanda on X by searching for their social handles: @AmandaHead or @ChrisPiehota. You can also learn more about Bill Gage and Safe Haven Security Group by visiting their website: SafeHavenSecurityGroup.com.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Sharing an episode of “What It's Like to Be…” from author Dan Heath. On the podcast, Dan explores the world of work, one profession at a time, and interviews people who love what they do. He finds out: What does a couples therapist think when a friend asks for relationship advice? Is a Secret Service Agent supposed to pretend like they're not there when they're around the president? What are the 3 clocks that govern the life of a long-haul truck driver? If you've ever met someone whose work you were curious about, and you had 100 nosy questions but were too polite to ask… this is the show for you. In this preview, Dr. Alfredo Quiñones-Hinojosa (“Dr. Q”), a brain surgeon at the Mayo Clinic, describes his work: zapping parts of the brain to know where to cut, operating a mouth-controlled microscope, and carrying the weight of life-or-death decisions. How do you preserve a mathematician's expertise when removing tumors? And how did Dr. Q go from picking tomatoes to performing brain surgery? You can listen to more episodes of What It's Like to Be here! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Today, we are sharing an episode of “What It's Like to Be…” from author Dan Heath.  On the podcast, Dan explores the world of work, one profession at a time, and interviews people who love what they do. He finds out: What does a couples therapist think when a friend asks for relationship advice? Is a Secret Service Agent supposed to pretend like they're not there when they're around the president? What are the 3 clocks that govern the life of a long-haul truck driver? If you've ever met someone whose work you were curious about, and you had 100 nosy questions but were too polite to ask… this is the show for you. In this preview, Dan talks to Dr. Hindatu Mohammed, a veterinarian from Austin. You'll hear about how she calms scared cats with pheromone sprays. How she helps clients make hard health care decisions about their pets. You'll also learn what breed of dog, when having its nails clipped, acts like it's being murdered! You may also pick up a word that you may end up wishing you didn't know: “neuticles.”  You can listen to more episodes of What It's Like to Be at https://link.mgln.ai/nsedanheath. Want more NSE? Join NSE+ Today! Our subscriber only community with bonus episodes designed specifically to help you live a good life, ad-free listening, and early access to tickets to our live shows. Great Feeling Studios, the team behind No Small Endeavor and other award-winning podcasts, helps nonprofits and brands tell stories that inspire action. If your organization has a message that deserves to be heard, start your podcast at helpmemakeapodcast.com. Subscribe to episodes: Apple | Spotify | Amazon | Google | YouTubeFollow Us: Instagram | Twitter | Facebook | YouTubeFollow Lee: Instagram | TwitterJoin our Email List: nosmallendeavor.com See Privacy Policy: Privacy Policy Amazon Affiliate Disclosure: Tokens Media, LLC is a participant in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by advertising and linking to Amazon.com. Learn about your ad choices: dovetail.prx.org/ad-choices

Sharing an episode of “What It's Like to Be…” from author Dan Heath. On the podcast, Dan explores the world of work, one profession at a time, and interviews people who love what they do. He finds out: What does a couples therapist think when a friend asks for relationship advice? Is a Secret Service Agent supposed to pretend like they're not there when they're around the president? What are the 3 clocks that govern the life of a long-haul truck driver? If you've ever met someone whose work you were curious about, and you had 100 nosy questions but were too polite to ask… this is the show for you. In this preview, Dr. Alfredo Quiñones-Hinojosa [kee-NYO-nes EE no ho sah] (“Dr. Q”), a brain surgeon at the Mayo Clinic, describes his work: zapping parts of the brain to know where to cut, operating a mouth-controlled microscope, and carrying the weight of life-or-death decisions. How do you preserve a mathematician's expertise when removing tumors? And how did Dr. Q go from picking tomatoes to performing brain surgery?You can listen to more episodes of What It's Like to Be at https://link.mgln.ai/ttbookdanheath

Get my New York Times Bestselling book, Make Money Easy!Former Secret Service agent Evy Poumpouras reveals the hidden psychology of human behavior that was used to protect presidents and can transform your relationships. Through harrowing experiences at Ground Zero on 9/11 and a near-death childbirth, Evy discovered a neutrality mindset that keeps her centered amid chaos. She shares tactical communication strategies that extracted confessions from hardened criminals and explains why comparing yourself to others sabotages your authenticity. This conversation unpacks how to read people accurately, gather intelligence in everyday interactions, and maintain your integrity when others want you to break.Evy's BBC Maestro Course ‘The Art of Influence'Evy's book Becoming Bulletproof: Protect Yourself, Read People, Influence Situations, and Live FearlesslyIn this episode you will learn:How to stop chasing external validation and find peace through a neutrality mindsetWhy watching other people's work can secretly sabotage your creative authenticityThe counterintuitive way to de-escalate conflict when someone is at their angriestHow to read when someone is lying by using strategic silence instead of more questionsThe exact technique Evy used to get confessions after other interrogators failedFor more information go to https://www.lewishowes.com/1764For more Greatness text PODCAST to +1 (614) 350-3960More SOG episodes we think you'll love:Mel Robbins – greatness.lnk.to/1761SCDr. Ramani Durvasula – greatness.lnk.to/1577SCJefferson Fisher  – greatness.lnk.to/1737SC Get more from Lewis! Get my New York Times Bestselling book, Make Money Easy!Get The Greatness Mindset audiobook on SpotifyText Lewis AIYouTubeInstagramWebsiteTiktokFacebookX

On March 30, 1981, gunman John Hinckley Jr fired shots at President Ronald Reagan -- but a split second later he was subdued by veteran Secret Service agent Dennis McCarthy. in this 1985 interview McCarthy recalls that fateful day and his pivotal role in it.Get your copy of Protecting the President by Dennis McCarthyAs an Amazon Associate, Now I've Heard Everything earns from qualifying purchases.You may also enjoy my interviews with Jerry Parr and Clint Hill For more vintage interviews with celebrities, leaders, and influencers, subscribe to Now I've Heard Everything on Spotify, Apple Podcasts. and now on YouTube#RonaldReagan #JohnHinckley #assassination #1980s

We lost Secret Service Agent Clint Hill in February after a lifetime of dedication to his county and its presidents. He was riding on a car just behind President Kennedy on that fateful day in Dallas on November 22, 1963. On this week's “Leaders and Legends” podcast, we are re-posting our interview with this American hero. May God bless and rest his soul.About Veteran Strategies‘Leaders and Legends' is brought to you by Veteran Strategies—your local veteran business enterprise specializing in media relations, crisis communications, public outreach, and digital photography. Learn more at www.veteranstrategies.com.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Susan Crabtree of RealClearPolitics joins the show to discuss one of the lesser known members of the Biden family, Maisy, Hunter's daughter, was using a Secret Service Agent as a rideshare. The agent was ordered to whitewash the report, which was later used to deny the agency promotions. She also discusses her new book, "FOOLS GOLD: The Radicals, Con Artists, and Traitors Who Killed the California Dream and Now Threaten Us All." Plus, Democrat influencer Harry Sisson is in trouble with new allegations. Visit the Howie Carr Radio Network website to access columns, podcasts, and other exclusive content.

Tune in to learn about the False Confession Industry and how experienced interrogators find the truth using Polygraph exams, the Reid Technique, Body Language and more.  Brad reveals simple ways to know the truth from anyone and put them at ease in the most intense situations.  This is one episode you don't want to miss. Be sure to connect with Brad on LinkedIn at https://www.linkedin.com/in/bradbeeler1865/ And get his new book Tell Me Everything in the fall of ‘25  

As the youngest Special Forces Captain in Vietnam, Bill 'Hawk' Albracht faced overwhelming odds at Firebase Kate, leading a daring escape after five brutal days under siege. His incredible leadership and courage in the jungle are legendary, and his story is immortalized in his memoir, "Abandoned in Hell: The Fight for Vietnam's Firebase Kate." After his time in combat, Bill served 25 years as a U.S. Secret Service Agent, protecting multiple U.S. Presidents and navigating the high-stakes world of national security. In this episode, we dive deep into the intense battle at Firebase Kate and the brutal realities of jungle warfare, Bill's transition from Green Beret to the Secret Service and first-hand stories of protecting U.S. Presidents. Don't miss this incredible conversation about survival, leadership, and service. Like + Subscribe to the Mike Drop Podcast to Support the Show & Guests at http://youtube.com/@MikeRitland?sub_confirmation=1 Subscribe to the Mike Drop Patreon Page to see Ad-Free Episodes Early + Bonus Content at https://www.patreon.com/mikedrop #VietnamWar #SpecialForces #FirebaseKate #SecretService #MilitaryHistory ---------- Support Captain Bill 'Hawk' Albracht - Get Your Copy of Bill's Book 'Abandoned in Hell: The Fight For Vietnam's Firebase Kate' at https://www.amazon.com/Abandoned-Hell-Fight-Vietnams-Firebase/dp/0451468090 Website - https://www.captain-hawk.com/ ---------- Sponsors: C. Crane When the internet goes dark, radio still works! Order Your C. Crane CC Skywave SSB 2 today when you call C. Crane's U.S. based Customer Service at 800-522-8863 or visit https://ccrane.com/drop and use code DROP at checkout for 10% off orders over $75! ---------- BUBS Naturals The BUBS namesake derives from Glen ‘BUB' Doherty, who was heroically killed in Benghazi, Libya in 2012. In addition to remembering Glen for the patriot he is, the BUBS ethos centers around the passionate and adventure seeking life that Glen lived. BUBS Naturals products are rooted in sustainably sourced ingredients and controlled consistency to provide our customers with the highest quality Collagen Protein & MCT Oil Powder that help you feel amazing and live a fuller life. Our mission is simple. FEEL GREAT. DO GOOD. 10% always goes back to charity, helping military men and women transition back into civilian life. Go to https://www.bubsnaturals.com/mike and use code MIKE for 20% off your order. ---------- TEAM DOG FOOD, TREATS & SUPPLEMENTS Be Your Dog's Hero: Veteran-owned by a former Navy SEAL and Special Operations K9 Trainer, Team Dog provides a complete diet of science-backed premium dog food, treats, and supplements to optimize your dog's health, forged from rigorous standards and real-world expertise. https://www.teamdog.shop TEAM DOG ONLINE TRAINING Mike Ritland – a former Navy SEAL & Special Operations K9 trainer – shares his simple and effective dog training program to build trust and control with your dog. Based on Mike's bestselling book “Team Dog, Train the Navy SEAL Way”, join tens of thousands of families that successfully trained their way to a better dog. https://www.teamdog.pet SHOP ALL THE MIKE RITLAND BRANDS Get all your Mike Ritland branded gear - Mike Drop | Trikos | Team Dog https://shop.mikeritland.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Join us as we sit with a bad ass woman who not only survived the attacks of 9/11 but the aftermath once everything went quiet.Sam Horwitz, (former U.S. Secret Service Agent and 9/11 First Responder) sits down with us as she shares the very moment she found herself in the elevator of the first tower that got struck on 9/11. Her story of how everything unfolded, to becoming a first responder on scene, to losing count of people jumping out of the building all the way to what she had to deal with in the aftermath is something I don't think I could even share. Sam is one of the bravest women I've ever had the chance to interview and I hope you all enjoy her powerful story just as much as I did. Thank you Sam for your heart!!Resource: A Badge of Honor-https://www.abadgeofhonor.com/Connect with Sam:Instagram Handle @abadgeofhonorBook: "The Silent Fall: A Secret Service Agent's Story of Tragedy and Triumph After 9/11"Link to order book: https://www.amazon.com/Silent-Fall-Service-Tragedy-Triumph/dp/099780260XMusic: "Miracle" by ONLAP (Spotify, Apple Music)Support the showFind us on all major streaming platforms or connect with us if you're ready to share your story.Link to be on the show:https://2200taps.com/podcast

It's Friday, March 7th, A.D. 2025. This is The Worldview in 5 Minutes heard on 125 radio stations and at www.TheWorldview.com. I'm Adam McManus. (Adam@TheWorldview.com) By Adam McManus Nigerian states close all schools for Muslim Ramadan fast Northern Nigerian governments of Bauchi, Katsina, Kano, and Kebbi States issued a directive to close all schools — public and private — for up to five weeks during the Muslim Ramadan fast. It has ignited strong reactions from the Christian Association of Nigeria and the Middle Belt Forum. The groups argue that the closures, which affect millions of students, pose serious threats to education, fairness, and national unity, reports International Christian Concern. John 4:24 underscores the importance of worshiping the one true God, not the false Muslim deity. It says, “God is spirit, and those who worship Him must worship in spirit and truth.” Trump chastises Democrats for not applauding anything good On Tuesday night, President Donald Trump smartly confronted Democrats early on with their refusal to celebrate any good news. Listen. TRUMP: “This is my fifth such speech to Congress, and once again, I look at the Democrats in front of me, and I realize there is absolutely nothing I can say to make them happy or to make them stand or smile or applaud. Nothing I can do.   “I could find a cure to the most devastating disease, a disease that would wipe out entire nations, or announce the answers to the greatest economy in history, or the stoppage of crime to the lowest levels ever recorded. And these people, sitting right here, will not clap, will not stand, and certainly will not cheer for these astronomical achievements. They won't do it no matter what. Five, five times I've been up here. It's very sad, and it just shouldn't be this way. (applause) “So, Democrats sitting before me for just this one night, why not join us in celebrating so many incredible wins for America? For the good of our nation, let's work together and let's truly make America great again.” Despite his plea, Democrats, without exception, sat on their hands as he announced the acceptance by West Point of Jason Hartley, a high school senior in the gallery, the awarding of the honorary title of Secret Service Agent to D.J. Daniel, a 13-year-old brain cancer survivor in the gallery who aspires to be a law enforcement officer, and the naming of a national wildlife refuge in the Houston area after Jocelyn Nungary, the 12-year-old girl who was brutally killed by two Venezuelan illegal aliens.  Jocelyn's mother was in the gallery. Rep. Al Green kicked out of Trump's congressional speech As he waved his cane, 73-year-old Democratic Congressman Al Green of Texas interrupted Trump by yelling, "You don't have a mandate."  Despite House Speaker Mike Johnson's patient pleas for Rep. Green to stop, he continued, prompting Johnson to have him removed. TRUMP: “Small business optimism …” GREEN: “You don't have a mandate.” TRUMP: “So, it's the single largest one month gain ever recorded, a 41-point jump.” CONGRESSMAN: “Sit down!” JOHNSON: “Members are directed to uphold and maintain decorum in the house and to cease any further disruptions. That's your warning. “Members are engaging in willful and continuing breach of decorum, and the chair is prepared to direct the Sergeant at Arms to restore order to the joint session. (applause) “Mr. Green, take your seat. Take your seat, sir.” GREEN: “No mandate.” JOHNSON: “Take your seat. Finding that members continue to engage in willful and concerted disruption of proper decorum, the Chair now directs the Sergeant at Arms to restore order. Remove this gentleman from the chamber.” House censured Rep. Al Green for disruption of Trump speech Two days later, the U.S. House of Representatives considered a resolution to censure Rep. Green for his disruptive behavior. CLERK: “House Resolution 189: Resolution censuring Representative Al Green of Texas.” After five minutes, House Speaker Mike Johnson announced the vote results. JOHNSON: “On this vote, the yeas are 224, the nays are 198, with two answering present. The resolution is adopted.” The censure of Democratic Congressman Al Green of Texas passed largely along party lines, with 10 Democrats voting with Republicans in favor of the resolution and two lawmakers, including Green, voting "present," reports USA Today. JOHNSON: “Will Representative Green present himself to the well? By its adoption of House Resolution 189, the House has resolved that Representative Al Green be censured. That Representative Al Green forthwith present himself in the well of the House of Representatives for the pronouncement of censure, and that Representative Al Green be censured with public reading of this resolution by the Speaker.” DEMOCRATS: (sing “We Shall Overcome”) After the vote, instead of standing silently while the censure was read, the Texas Democrat led a group of colleagues in a rendition of “We Shall Overcome,” a song long associated with civil rights protests, suggesting that somehow the censuring of Green for his disruptive behavior was racist, reports Roll Call. JOHNSON: (Banging of gavel) “The House will come to order. The House will come to order.” After the Democrats refused to stop singing “We Shall Overcome,” House Speaker Johnson was forced to impose a break called recess. JOHNSON: “Pursuant to clause 12a of rule one, the House will stand in recess subject to the call of the chair.” A censure is considered a severe public rebuke of a legislator brought by other members of Congress, a form of punishment second only to expulsion. The U.S. Constitution allows for Congress to "punish its members for disorderly behavior." Censure is a formal disapproval intended to discipline members of the House. Sen. Fetterman: Democrats are metaphorical car alarms nobody pays attention to Democratic Senator John Fetterman of Pennsylvania had some of the harshest criticism for his party's protests from the chamber, reports RollCall. On Wednesday, Fetterman tweeted, “A sad cavalcade of self and unhinged petulance. It only makes Trump look more presidential and restrained. We're becoming the metaphorical car alarms that nobody pays attention to — and it may not be the winning message.” In 1 Corinthians 13:11, the Apostle Paul wrote, “When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.” Falling just as flat as Congressman Green's babbling were the Democratic congresswomen who staged a silent protest by wearing pink and other Democrats who held up little paddles emblazoned with lines including “FALSE”, “MUSK STEALS”, and “SAVE MEDICAID.” Plus, some Democrats walked out in the middle of the speech, revealing t-shirts with messages after they removed their jackets. Oil prices dropped to lowest levels in 3 years Oil prices have dropped to their lowest levels in over three years, driven by uncertainties related to the ongoing trade war, which is impacting the global economy and energy demand outlook. Gold up And finally, gold prices rose on Wednesday, supported by a weaker dollar, as investors awaited the release of the U.S. payrolls data later this week for additional insights into the Federal Reserve's monetary policy, reports CNBC. U.S. gold futures rose by 0.2% to $2,927.50 per ounce. Close And that's The Worldview on this Friday, March 7th, in the year of our Lord 2025. Subscribe by Amazon Music or by iTunes or email to our unique Christian newscast at www.TheWorldview.com. Or get the Generations app through Google Play or The App Store. I'm Adam McManus (Adam@TheWorldview.com). Seize the day for Jesus Christ.

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Former Secret Service Agent Clint Hill died at his home in Belvedere  California just a few days ago on February 21st, 2025. He was  93. He's the Secret Service man that  will forever be remembered for his  own courageous  moment in Dealey Plaza.  On November 22 1963, starting from one car behind, he would dash and land on the trunk of the presidential limousine….just moments after the fatal shot hit president Kennedy.  As the famous films of that moment so vividly depict, and as the presidential  limousine accelerated,  he held  on... and he gently nudged  Mrs. Kennedy back into her seat. He did so after she had climbed onto the trunk of the limousine,  Mrs. Kennedy herself at that moment in shock and desperately lunging to retrieve  a part of her husbands brain and  skull. Agent Hill would hold on tightly and continue to shield the president and Mrs. Kennedy as the limousine accelerated to speeds of  up to  60  and 70 miles  per hour during  the ride to Parkland Hospital.His heritage was  Norwegian. and he was from North Dakota. He was drafted into the United States  Army,  and wound up being trained as a counter intelligence officer. After the military,  Hill would join the Secret Service and served on the presidential details beginning with Dwight Eisenhower. During the Kennedy years, he was assigned to guard  the first lady Jacqueline Kennedy.We are reminded that he was the only Secret Service agent to take the dash. He was the only agent to offer his body as a human shield  for  the President and Mrs. Kennedy in those moments where there was still uncertainty. Uncertainty  as to whether  more shots would be forthcoming. It was too late for the President and it was  Clint Hill's acknowledgment of that...with a thumbs down... to  those in the Secret Service car just behind...and that would be the first moment of consciousness that our nation had lost its President…There is no doubt that the Secret Service deficiencies in Dallas contributed to the President's death. But, there is also no doubt that Hills courageous acts that day were exemplary.  Just days after that moment in Dealey plaza, Agent Hill  was honored for his bravery…a moment that he himself  took little comfort in...With all of the controversy about the exact nature of the President's head wounds, there was likely no one that had more of an unfettered view of them then Clint Hill. He would hover over the top of the  President…as they raced to Parkland, his view unimpeded by others  for over five minutes, as they sped toward Parkland…with the rear of the President's head in plain view as it rested on Mrs. Kennedy.Clint Hill would remain as the Secret Service agent assigned to guard Jacqueline Kennedy until after the 1964 election. And  then he was assigned to President Johnson, back at the White House.  In 1967,  Hill was named as the Special Agent In Charge (SAIC) at the White House. When Richard Nixon was elected, he became the SAIC for the vice president Spiro Agnew.Agent Hill retired from the Secret Service in 1975, but he lived with the horror of that moment in Dallas for the rest of his life. Like the Secret Service in general, he steadfastly believed that it was Lee Harvey Oswald and Oswald alone that fired the shots that day in Dallas. And he steadfastly maintained that three shots... and only three shots... were fired. It can safely be said that Clint Hill was one of the good guys. Rest in peace, Clint Hill. 

We get an update on Ringworm Ronnie! We look back at the time JFK's Secret Service agent Clint Hill came on and we reminded him he went 4 for 5 which isn't bad! We talk about dating and going against human nature and more! #opieradiopodcast #funnypodcast #comedypodcastSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The Trump administration tells government agencies that responding to Elon Musk's “What did you do last week?” email is voluntary. Also, a Delta Air Lines flight is forced to return to the airport in Atlanta after the plane fills with smoke. Plus, the filmmakers behind the new Netflix docuseries about the death of Gabby Petito respond to backlash. And remembering the life and legacy of Secret Service agent Clint Hill, who notably leapt onto JFK's limousine when he was shot in Dallas.

Clint Hill, a former U.S. Secret Service agent on duty the day President John F. Kennedy was assassinated, has died at age 93. Veteran 60 Minutes correspondent Mike Wallace once said that, in all his years as a journalist, very few interviews stayed with him like his time with Clint Hill. During that interview, Hill stunned Wallace -- and the nation -- by admitting he felt responsible for the president's death. Hill would later say it was the first time he had ever spoken publicly about that day, and that his emotional reaction surprised even him. Hill told "60 Minutes: A Second Look" why he spoke so candidly for an audience of millions, and how that interview with Mike Wallace may have changed the course of his life. This episode of "60 Minutes: A Second Look" originally released in October 2024. 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

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Are you tired of feeling overlooked or underestimated? This episode is your ultimate guide to stepping into your power and commanding respect in every area of your life. Former Secret Service Agent Evy Pompouras reveals the secrets to staying composed under pressure, building resilience, and asserting authority with confidence. Meanwhile, Coach Stormy shares her no-nonsense strategies for setting boundaries, honoring yourself, and leading with respect and integrity. If you're ready to stop playing small and start showing up as the badass you truly are, this episode is a must-listen. In this powerful episode of Women of Impact, Lisa Bilyeu sits down with Evy Pompouras, former Secret Service Agent and resilience expert, and Coach Stormy, a transformational leader and entrepreneur, to unpack what it takes to command respect, set boundaries, and own your power. From managing emotions under pressure to mastering self-respect, these incredible women share the mindset shifts and strategies you need to become unstoppable. SHOWNOTES [00:00:00] – Evy on mindset as the foundation of power and strength. [00:01:22] – How tone and conviction establish authority in any situation. [00:02:49] – Building resilience through adversity and healthy habits. [00:05:27] – Identifying dangerous personas: Justification and self-righteousness. [00:06:49] – The power of composure: Why silence and strategy are stronger than reacting. [00:10:46] – Verbal economics: Choosing words with intention to communicate authority. [00:13:02] – Priming and body language: How to influence others effectively. [00:16:41] – Taking ownership of your outcomes without blaming others. [00:21:19] – Lisa's health journey: From blaming doctors to taking control of her healing. [00:26:23] – How body language and situational awareness protect against being targeted. [00:27:33] – Coach Stormy on living with respect, integrity, character, and honor (RICH). [00:30:45] – Setting boundaries to maintain self-respect and build stronger relationships. [00:34:49] – The power of deliberate communication: Asking questions to foster understanding. [00:39:17] – How to design your character and take ownership of your growth. [00:42:43] – Catching judgmental thoughts and turning them into self-awareness. [00:46:54] – Honoring those who support you: The importance of gratitude and discipline. [00:50:14] – Why integrity and character matter most when things get tough. [00:57:11] – Coach Stormy on discipline and never quitting, no matter how hard it gets. FOLLOW LISA: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lisabilyeu/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/lisabilyeu YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/womenofimpact Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@lisa_bilyeu?lang=en LISTEN AD FREE + BONUS EPISODES on APPLE PODCASTS: apple.co/womenofimpact Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Today we're sharing an episode of the podcast “What It's Like to Be…” from New York Times bestselling business book author Dan Heath.In every episode, Dan interviews someone from a different profession: A cattle rancher, a FBI special agent, a professional Santa Claus. He asks what it's like to do what they do. What does a couples therapist think when a friend asks for relationship advice? Is a Secret Service Agent supposed to pretend like they're not there when they're around the president? What does a hair stylist do when a client asks for a celebrity hairstyle that will never work for them?In the preview you'll here today, you'll meet a marine biologist who studies manta rays. You'll hear how drones have changed her work, what it's like to get to know individual rays, and why people have such a romantic image of being a “Marine Biologist.” It's the perfect show to listen to with your kids – it's family safe but also gives them a preview of different careers – and the kinds of personalities that fit with the work.You can find more episodes of “What It's Like to Be…” wherever you get your podcasts.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Sharing an episode of the podcast “What It's Like to Be…” from New York Times bestselling business book author Dan Heath. In every episode, Dan interviews someone from a different profession: A cattle rancher, a FBI special agent, a professional Santa Claus. He asks what it's like to do what they do. What does a couples therapist think when a friend asks for relationship advice? Is a Secret Service Agent supposed to pretend like they're not there when they're around the president? What does a hair stylist do when a client asks for a celebrity hairstyle that will never work for them? In the preview you're about to hear, you'll meet a marine biologist who studies manta rays. You'll hear how drones have changed her work, what it's like to get to know individual rays, and why people have such a romantic image of being a “Marine Biologist.” It's the perfect show to listen to with your kids – it's family safe but also gives them a preview of different careers – and the kinds of personalities that fit with the work. You can find more episodes of “What It's Like to Be…” wherever you get your podcasts. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Veteran 60 Minutes correspondent Mike Wallace once said that, in all his years as a journalist, very few interviews stayed with him like his time with Clint Hill, a former U.S. Secret Service agent on duty the day President John F. Kennedy was assassinated. During that interview, Hill stunned Wallace -- and the nation -- by admitting he felt responsible for the president's death. Hill would later say it was the first time he had ever spoken publicly about that day, and that his emotional reaction surprised even him. Now at 92 years old, Hill tells 60 Minutes: A Second Look why he spoke so candidly for an audience of millions, and how that interview with Mike Wallace may have changed the course of his life.Listen to new episodes of "60 Minutes: A Second Look" every Tuesday, wherever you get your podcasts.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Listen to this week's episode of the Dateline: True Crime Weekly podcast with Andrea Canning. A jury watches video of the police interrogation of the man accused of killing two Indiana school girls in 2017. A few weeks after a Texas mother of four goes missing, her husband and his business partner are behind bars. Was she murdered? And what happens next in the Menendez brothers saga? Plus, safety tips from a former Secret Service Agent about what to do if you suspect you're being followed.  To get new episodes every Thursday, follow here: https://link.chtbl.com/dtcw_fdlwFind out more about the cases covered each week here: www.datelinetruecrimeweekly.com

Today on the Matt Walsh Show, a Secret Service agent abandons her post to go breastfeed her baby. It's clear that the agency has not reformed itself or made any changes. Also, Kamala Harris engages in some casual anti-white racism. The media goes all the way back to high school to find dirt on JD Vance. The infamous Australian breakdancer Raygun has emerged from hiding to address all of the scrutiny she's received. And we have a sneak peek of my new movie "Am I Racist." Today you'll see why the cops were called on me during filming. Ep.1424 - - - DailyWire+: From the white guys who brought you “What is a Woman?” comes Matt Walsh's next question: “Am I Racist?” | Get tickets NOW: https://www.amiracist.com Get 35% off an Annual Membership NOW with code BACKSTAGE: https://dailywire.com/subscribe Get your Matt Walsh flannel here: https://bit.ly/3EbNwyj - - -  Today's Sponsors: First Liberty Institute - Join us in the fight to save the Supreme Court: https://supremecoup.com/walsh PureTalk - Get one year free of DW+ Insider: http://www.PureTalk.com/Walsh Tax Network USA - Seize control of your financial future! Call 1 (800) 958-1000 or visit http://www.TNUSA.com/Walsh - - - Socials:  Follow on Twitter: https://bit.ly/3Rv1VeF Follow on Instagram: https://bit.ly/3KZC3oA Follow on Facebook: https://bit.ly/3eBKjiA Subscribe on YouTube: https://bit.ly/3RQp4rs

Have you saved your seats at Summit of Greatness 2024 yet?! Get them before they sell out at lewishowes.com/tickets. Today, we dive deep into understanding the intricacies of human behavior with Evy Poumpouras. She's a former Secret Service agent and security expert with invaluable insights on body language and manipulative behavior. In this episode, Evy teaches us how to protect our energy, reclaim our power, and create effective boundaries to prevent others from taking advantage of us. Her profound understanding of human behavior and practical advice will empower you to navigate life with confidence and clarity. If you haven't yet, be sure to listen to our first episode with Evy linked below.Be sure to listen to PART 1 of our conversation.Buy her book Becoming Bulletproof.In this episode you will learnHow to read body language and detect deception.The importance of trusting your instincts and intuition.Strategies for setting and maintaining effective boundaries.The impact of physical appearance on professional credibility.How to build genuine connections and avoid manipulative techniques.For more information go to www.lewishowes.com/1653For more Greatness text PODCAST to +1 (614) 350-3960More SOG episodes we think you'll love:Lisa Bilyeu – https://link.chtbl.com/1265-podDr. Ramani Durvasula – https://link.chtbl.com/1196-podAnnie Särnblad – https://link.chtbl.com/1520-podVanessa Van Edwards – https://link.chtbl.com/1448-pod