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Everilda Cux-Ajtzalam, 19, entered a plea deal with Houston prosecutors that will send her to prison for several years for throwing her newborn baby boy into a dumpster. The teen later told police that she gave birth behind the taco truck where she worked, then put the newborn in a plastic trash bag and threw it away. Law&Crime's Jesse Weber navigates what could lead a person to do something so diabolical with psychiatrist Dr. Daniel Bober.PLEASE SUPPORT THE SHOW: Get 15% off OneSkin with the code SIDEBAR at https://www.oneskin.co/ #oneskinpodHOST:Jesse Weber: https://twitter.com/jessecordweberLAW&CRIME SIDEBAR PRODUCTION:YouTube Management - Bobby SzokeVideo Editing - Michael Deininger, Christina O'Shea & Jay CruzScript Writing & Producing - Savannah Williamson & Juliana BattagliaGuest Booking - Alyssa Fisher & Diane KayeSocial Media Management - Vanessa BeinSTAY UP-TO-DATE WITH THE LAW&CRIME NETWORK:Watch Law&Crime Network on YouTubeTV: https://bit.ly/3td2e3yWhere To Watch Law&Crime Network: https://bit.ly/3akxLK5Sign Up For Law&Crime's Daily Newsletter: https://bit.ly/LawandCrimeNewsletterRead Fascinating Articles From Law&Crime Network: https://bit.ly/3td2IqoLAW&CRIME NETWORK SOCIAL MEDIA:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lawandcrime/Twitter: https://twitter.com/LawCrimeNetworkFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/lawandcrimeTwitch: https://www.twitch.tv/lawandcrimenetworkTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@lawandcrimeSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

AI-modeller, der truer med at afsløre personlige hemmeligheder, lyder som noget fra en dystopisk sci-fi-film.Men det er et af resultaterne i et forsøg, hvor AI-virksomheden Anthropic slap ChatGPT, Grok, Gemini og flere andre af de mest kendte sprogmodeller løs i et fiktivt firma, hvor AI’erne havde rettighed til at læse med i al data i virksomheden, inklusive medarbejdernes e-mails.Hvad viser forsøget os om mulige konsekvenser af den kunstige intelligens’ hastige fremfærd? Og skal vi være bekymrede? Gæst: Thomas Ploug, professor i data- og kunstig intelligens-etik ved Aalborg UniversitetVært: Mathias BondeTilrettelæggelse: Signe Schack EngebjergKlip: Asbjørn Kjærgaard-PedersenIllustration: Lotte OvergaardSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Introducing the All Def SquADD Cast show “Versus". It's a podcast with the OG SquADD! Each week, the SquADD will debate topics and vote at the end to see what wins. Versus airs every Monday and you can download and listen wherever podcasts are found. Special Guest KevOnStage Kevin Tate Donny Comedy This Week We Discuss Fight A Waffle House Employee vs 3 Rounds At Slap Challenge Get In Heaven On RPS vs Coin Flip Save Two Random New Borns vs A Family Member You Don't Like

Host Paul Pacelli started a new week on "Connecticut Today" by welcoming GOP State Sen. Rob Sampson to talk about the re-assignment of a high-ranking state employee after controversy over his use of a state-issued credit card (00:41). University of New Haven Associate Professor of Accounting and Taxation Dr. James Mohs analyzed the latest Trump White House tariff news concerning the European Union (09:19). CBS News Reporter Olivia Rinaldi joined us from the White House with the latest on the Jeffrey Epstein case (16:57). Paul also had some thoughts on the latest dismal national poll numbers for Democrats (21:30) Image Credit: iStock / Getty Images Plus

Luke Grant chats with Prof Henry Brodaty, a co-director of the Centre for Healthy Brain Ageing about the critical need for a “slip, slap, slop”-style preventative campaign for dementia, following new research shows cases of the disease could be delayed with no added cost.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

A leading scientist has recommended that dementia be treated as an economic crisis as well as a health issue. Over 400,000 Australians live with dementia, and with an ageing population, this is expected to double by 2050. - Higit 400,000 Australian ang may dementia at sa tumatandang populasyon, inaasahan na dumoble ito sa taong 2050 kaya panawagan ng mga tagapagtaguyod ang isang bagong pambansang paraan para sa tugunan ang sakit.

Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 2 The Start of Something New Based on a post by Break The Bar. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. Grierson finally sat forward, meeting me energy-to-energy as he kept my gaze locked in. "And yet, here we are, Mr. Black. We can either come up with a deal, or I swear to Christ and all the Saints that the government will seize this land for eminent domain under the emergency provisions of the pandemic and you won't be able to do a fucking thing about it." "Sell, or die," I said. "So you can build a 'resettlement camp?' Jesus Christ, yourself. If you know so much about my family history, you know building a fucking 'camp' of any sort on this land would be the absolute last thing I would bend over for." "I didn't say 'camp.'" Grierson said. "No matter what your Native, and Japanese, forebears had to go through, listen to me; this is the farthest thing from that." I was 1/32nd native from my father's side and 1/16th Japanese from my mother's side. Again, not the hardest thing to dig up, but while I had the black hair of both those ancestries, I mostly just looked like a tall white guy with a pretty generic last name. No one ever assumed I was anything else in passing. "What does that even mean?" Erica asked. "It means we aren't building concentration camps," Grierson said, glancing over at her. "We aren't building a reservation, or an internment camp, or any of the other shitty things our and other governments have done to people." He looked back at me again. "We're going to develop this land into a neighborhood. The God damned fanciest kind of gated community you can think of. Big houses, big properties, for people who do or did important work to settle in safety and stability as we try to survive this shit show virus." "None of this answers why," I said. "Why should I agree to this? Why shouldn't I make it so fucking annoying that you go find a different patch of land and leave me alone?" Grierson frowned, though I had the feeling he'd been planning this from the start. He wanted me to work to peel back the layers of information, to earn the answers because that would make me believe them more. It would tick off boxes in my psychology and experience. The fucking problem was even though I knew he was doing it, it was also working. "Because you'd be saving lives," Grierson answered. "Our pilot development down in California is called New Eden; the place is only two-thirds built to starting specs, and we're already out of room on the next five phases of development once it's opened. Now it's my job to set up the next locations and get them rolling because our current projections are that within the next six months, the death toll is only going to skyrocket. We can't even get a grasp on what the numbers might reasonably be because the range is so fucking staggering. Millions is the easy number, Mr. Black." It was my turn to say it. "Fuck." "Now, you're not going to hear that on the TV," Walters said. "You won't hear it from the CDC, or the other health agencies. The only reason we are cleared to tell you this is because folks in our circles have developed the preference to work with reasonable people when they are useful. And also, who would fucking believe you?" "Here's our offer," Grierson said, pulling out a slip of folded paper from inside his suit jacket and putting it on the coffee table. "That's the hard cash number we've designated for this deal. No taxes. Straight transfer from us to you. There will also be other perks, including homes inside the settlement for you and Mr. Lacoste. Things are about to get really weird in the world. Have you heard anything about the Tier system?" "Nothing," I said, but Leo spoke up. "I saw some rumors. It's supposed to be some kind of a terrifying triage, right?" he asked. "Who's the most worthy kind of shit. People started protesting, but I thought it got debunked." Grierson nodded. "Oh, we stopped the protests, but it's all too real. I won't hide it; I find the entire thing absolutely un-American. It's the kind of shit the Chinese government operates, but it is what it is." Walters drained the last of his coffee and set the mug onto the coaster on the coffee table politely. "Suffice it to say, it's a sort of social karma system. The more important you are to society, the more protections and comforts you're afforded as we roll out our limited resources on quarantine defenses. There's 5 tiers, one being the lowest and five the highest. Most of society will land in the 1's and 2's, including all three of you. This development we'll be building is mostly going to house 3's and 4's. As part of the deal, we'll place Leo at tier 3 for resettlement purposes, and you Harrison would be placed at tier 4 despite your lack of qualification in the matter." This entire conversation felt like I was running downhill trying to keep up with an avalanche. "That sounds an awful lot like a really great way to set up for corruption," I said. "A fucking caste society? Really?" "It's already done," Grierson said. "Believe me, there were a lot of in-the-know people against the idea. But it's the only idea that works in this situation. We've gamed it out to the Nth degree. Leo, your description is pretty much the best that we were able to make internally. We're triaging society to make sure it stays together and can weather this hurricane." "What would we tier at without this?" Leo asked. "Leo Lacoste," Grierson said, talking as if he were reading directly off of a portfolio even though he rattled it off without referencing anything. "Positives: Early thirties age bracket, relatively fit and healthy. Low-to-Mid career path; carpentry skills of moderate qualification. No criminal record. Negatives: No community investment. Likely rating: Tier 1." "Harrison Black," he continued. "Positives: Early thirties age bracket, relatively fit and healthy. Former military service including Military Police service, honorable discharge at the rank of MP Investigations Special Agent, no known psychological impacts. No criminal record. Negatives: No community investment, null-rank career; freelance artist. Likely rating: Tier 1." "To be fair, there is a big question mark on your file that we couldn't fill," Walters said. "Your honorable discharge happened mid-tour, without any reported incidents or injuries. It's surprising you haven't been called back into at least reserve service with the Emergencies Acts. A decent answer would probably bump you up to tier two." "I can't talk about it," I said. Erica snorted and rolled her eyes, and both men looked at her. "Erica," I warned her. "What?" she demanded. "They just called you 'low tier,' Harri. If you're not going to tell them then I will." "I can't talk about it," I said again. "Harrison knocked out an Air Force bigwig when he was an MP and stationed in Germany," Leo cut in. "The guy was abusing and trying to blackmail a female subordinate into sex. The only reason we know is because she tracked Harri down a few years ago and we met her in a bar in Portland." "The bigwig was politically protected and nothing happened in the end," Erica said. "At least, that's what she said. He got shuffled around, and Harrison got the boot." "I got an honorable discharge instead of a court martial for striking a very superior officer of a different branch," I said. "And part of that deal was that I not talk about it." "Well that explains some things," Grierson said. "It wouldn't change anything though. If you were doing something more useful with your life than painting little pictures, you might have made tier two or three without this offer." "Says you," Erica scoffed. "Art is useful. And important!" Grierson pursed his lips slightly. "Erica Lacoste. Not an official resident of the property, but I know enough. Positives: Early thirties age bracket, relatively fit and healthy. Negatives: Criminal record, including battery, two counts of public drunkenness, and public urination. No community investment. Null rank career; tattoo artist. Likely rating: Tier 1." "Hey, fuck you too," Erica said, and pointed her middle finger at Grierson, along with a scowl to go with it. Honestly, none of that was surprising news about Erica for me except for the Battery charge, I definitely needed to get that story out of her. "Okay, we get it," I said, interrupting what I had a feeling was about to become a degenerating path of conversation. "You know about us. You do realize this is all a little much, right? It comes across as insane." "Of course it does," Grierson sighed. "But a year ago, only bored analysts tripping on LSD were asked to think about these kinds of situations. Now we're in it, right in the damned middle of the clusterfuck." "You should really look at the offer," Walters said, gesturing to the folded paper I hadn't looked into yet. It sat on the coffee table like an accusing finger pointed at me by my father, and his father before him. How dare I even consider this? "So it's a butt load of cash," I said, still not opening the paper. "And we get treated like what, royalty? And in exchange, I lose my family legacy." "Royalty is a stretch; you're selling us land, not curing cancer. We'll take care of you like valued members of society. You'll also get early access to the vaccine," Grierson said. "There's a vaccine?" Leo immediately asked. "Social media has been wild with rumors but,” "It's still experimental," Walters said. "And undergoing trials. But it's functioning, with some unconventional side effects. They're still doing long-term tests down in California, but we're going to start rolling it out down there any day now once the doctors are happy with the plan. That's how bad we need it, FDA bullshit be damned." I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Flipside, stick. If I don't cut a deal, you'll use the might of the US government to bend me over and rip my family legacy right out of my ass." "You got it. But like I said, we prefer working with people. There's always a silver lining to making friends," Walters said. "Fuck," I said again. Then I flipped one half of the paper open and looked at the number written on the inside. There were a damn lot of zeros. "I need to call my sister," I said. "But pending her approval, I'll lease it to you. All 560 acres, for a hundred years less a day; that's what people do, right? And Leo and I get to pick where our houses are built." "That's not how this works," Walters said. "It's my counter offer," I said. "Hold on," Grierson said, raising a hand to his partner. He narrowed his eyes as he looked me over again. He was a man who made judgment calls on the fly, despite his ability to reel off memorized facts like he'd been living with them for years. I could practically see the rusty old gears turning behind his grizzled facade. "Fuck it," he finally said. "We need to survive the next six months, year, five years and decade before anyone will be worrying about next century. Make your call." "You're really doing this?" Leo asked me as I stood up and fished in my pocket for my cell. "My family has had to defend this land from everything and everyone except the federal government," I said. "Up until now, they might be the only people who haven't thought they had some claim to it. Obviously, this will all need to be in writing before I make a final agreement, but look at the news; everything they're saying makes some sort of terrible sense. And I'd rather get the carrot than a stick so far up my ass it's tickling my brain stem." I went outside to the porch to make the call to Valerie, my older sister. It was quicker than I thought it would be; Val and her husband Brad were hearing horror stories from their nursing friends in the local hospitals, and she immediately understood the position we were in. We hadn't always gotten along the best growing up, but if Val had one thing it was a practical head on her shoulders. When I came back inside, I nodded to Grierson. "Add in another house for my sister and her family, and we've got a deal." "In exchange for the Lease, and the extra house," Walters said, "We're going to need your help in identifying the landscape. I assume you know it fairly well; we'll want you to walk our surveyors through to show any odd landscape elements, seasonal issues like flood areas, that sort of thing." "Done, as long as I can point out the shit they shouldn't fuck with and they actually listen," I said. "There are some pretty big old growth trees out there that would be a fucking shame to cut down." "I understand your concerns, son," Grierson said, as he stood and offered his hand. "But believe me when I say this; we aren't looking to build any high rises or pave over the place. These developments are for people important to society for one reason or another, and that means we're making sure to give them the best we can. Landscape included." One last deep breath and I reached out and hovered my own hand near his. "In writing before it's official." "The contract will be done by this afternoon and we'll email it over. Our lawyers work on our timeline, not their own," he said and grasped my hand in his. We both had larger hands than most, but I could immediately tell he had the grip of a man made from the iron bones of a hard life. I'd like to think he felt the same in my grip, but I had a feeling he'd shaken hands with much harder and scarier people than me. "When can we get vaccinated?" Leo asked. "If we're going to be working with surveyors and shit, shouldn't we all be as safe as we can?" "We have a testing site opening up in Portland as we speak, so it can get done as soon as possible," Walters said. "Though, as I mentioned, things are a little bit unorthodox right now. Harrison and Leo, you'll need these codes. Get online this afternoon, go to the website and fill out the questionnaire. It's extremely important you are entirely truthful. Your answers will affect how your tier ranking will play out for you as we roll it out over the next few months across the west coast." He pulled out two business cards from a pocket, each with their names, an URL and a twenty-five-digit passcode, and handed them to Leo and me. "What about me?" Erica asked. "Vaccination side effects and implementation are different between men and women," Grierson said. "Just like the virus is overly affecting men, the vaccine has different effects. If you want your vaccine immediately, Miss Lacoste, you're going to need to fly with us back up to Portland and attend the information session this afternoon that some of our volunteer human guinea pigs are doing. Then, if you agree to the risks and side effects, we can have you immunized as soon as tomorrow morning." Things moved quickly after that. Erica went to pack an overnight bag and put on her 'going out into the world' gear that she usually wore for grocery trips into town; she'd be put up in a quarantine hotel while in Portland for the night before she returned the next day. Within ten minutes she was ready to go and Walters was escorting her out, and the helicopter was warming up its rotors with a whining hum in the front yard. "I'm glad you agreed to the deal," Grierson said, offering his hand to me again, which I shook. "You may not fully understand what you've agreed to yet, but when you do I expect a more enthusiastic thank you. I get that the cash wasn't the important factor with you, son. I grew up on a ranch in North Dakota, I know what family land means. This place is going to do a lot of good for people." "Are you managing the development?" I asked, raising my voice to be heard over the rising thrum of the helicopter. "Not a chance," he said. "It'll be managed by the Air Force, they've been spearheading with the CDC on all these efforts. I'm just the pre-show, but I'll be around to check in on the progress every once in a while, and do the problem solving other people can't handle." "What does that look like?" I asked. "Any way it needs to," he grinned, and I saw the look that all veteran soldiers had. An acceptance that violence could come easily into the life of a person, and that they knew how to handle it when it came. "And don't be alarmed, but we've already had a crew starting to widen your driveway down at the highway. They'll work through the night and probably make it up here by tomorrow morning." "What's the rush?" I asked. Grierson barked a laugh as he started backing away from me towards the open helicopter door. Sour-puss lady was leaning out, holding onto the door and looking like she was about to try and scold Grierson for keeping them waiting. "Kid, in two weeks' time there's going to be well over a thousand lumberjacks, construction workers, surveyors and architects up here. Government moves slow, but OGA were designed to do the opposite. Your life is about to get a little crazy, I'd strap in." I had too many questions to even start one as Grierson hopped into the dark interior of the helicopter. The door slammed, the motor whined at a higher pitch, and it leapt into the sky and started heading north. "Hey, does this questionnaire strike you as way too fucking personal?" "Hmm?" I asked. I was sitting on the front porch with my laptop open, but I hadn't even keyed in the website URL. Instead, I'd been sitting there for over an hour just looking out at the trees, wondering if I'd just betrayed six generations of my family in under thirty minutes. "These questions," Leo said, holding up his own laptop. He'd stepped out the front door and had a look of confusion plastered on his face. "It's like... sex stuff. Shit I wouldn't talk to you about, let alone the government." "What?" I asked. "Are you sure you're on the right site? It's supposed to be about the tier thing." "Yeah, I'm sure. Dot-Gov link and everything." "Fucking OGA," I grimaced. "You and that Agent dude kept saying that. What does it mean?" I sighed. "Other Government Agency. It's kind of a military meme for when someone from the CIA doesn't want to say they are from the CIA. Or, if you're into conspiracies, it's completely separate from the CIA but they're so secretive they don't even have a name." Leo just shook his head and sighed before sitting down in the other deck chair. He joined me in looking out at the forested hills that had surrounded us for the last five years. "Did I fuck everything up?" I asked him. "What? No," he said. "Well, I mean, it's hard to know. But no, I don't think so." "This is all going to go away," I said, gesturing out to the wilds that had been my childhood, and our shared backyard. "My family has been on this land for over a hundred and fifty years, and I just agreed to let the government wipe it out." "It's not like you had much of a choice, Harrison. Carrot and stick, like you said. And whether those guys were CIA or something else, they definitely seemed to have a really big fucking stick. They flew in on a damn helicopter." "Still," I said. "I feel like I'm selling out my childhood." We talked for a while, reminiscing. Leo let me tell some old family stories he'd already heard a half dozen times before. We joked about the shit we'd gotten up to, living out in our backwoods paradise. "Maybe it's time for a change," I sighed. "This was never going to last forever." "Felt like it though, didn't it?" Leo asked. "Yeah, it did." Poing! Leo's laptop, sitting forgotten, made a horrible noise. He glanced at it, "Ah, shit. I timed out. Now I gotta start all over again." He started typing away, and I finally opened my own laptop. The first thing I did was open my emails, and sitting right at the top, already marked with an 'important' star, was the email with the contract. Everything is as discussed. Print and sign, someone will be by tomorrow to collect. Make sure you fill out the questionnaire!; Walters. "Jesus," I muttered. "They really are putting a lot of emphasis on this thing." I opened up the website, starting by filling out all the basic information. Then, just like Leo said, it started to get weird. It was like filling out the most invasive and specific dating app ever. "I feel like they're going to try and 3D Print me a girlfriend," Leo laughed at one point. "Maybe it's cloning," I snickered. "That's fair. I wonder if they can clone me an Angelina Jolie?" "Gone in 60 Seconds Jolie, or Wanted Jolie?" I asked. He snorted. "Mr. and Mrs. Smith Jolie will always be my peak. Or Tomb Raider." "Ugh," I scoffed. We went back and forth like that, laughing at the ridiculousness of the questions and suggestions. The list of kinks we were attracted to, or turned off by was immense. We had to help each other even figure out what some of them were. I found myself ticking off some that surprised me because I'd never considered them before but they sounded hot. Other stuff I down voted hard, and I couldn't believe someone would ever admit to the government that they were into them. Hell, one of the suggested kinks was the government. Who the fuck got hot under the collar about bureaucracy and paperwork? I mean, I guess someone would, somewhere, or it wouldn't have been on the list. "What did you put for that last one?" Leo asked me as I was closing my laptop. "The relationship style scale?" I asked. "Yeah. I put a full 10, polyamory all the way. How hot would it be to be some sheikh with a harem of ladies?" "I went for a 6," I said. "I'm not going to turn down a threesome or anything if that's what my girl wants, but I'm also not into the idea of sharing with another boner." Leo shrugged, closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair. "I don't know, my dude. The Agents did say the world is changing. Maybe the norm will be great big orgies next year, and we'll all be smashing like it's our jobs." I snorted and smirked. "Yeah, sure. Society threatens to collapse and we all devolve into Eyes Wide Shut perverts." "One can dream," Leo laughed. We spent the evening starting to pack. It was tough, since we weren't really sure what the actual plan was. The contract fully outlined that we'd be getting new residences in the development, which was being called 'Valhalla,' but it wasn't exactly clear what the timeline was. I pushed for Leo to get packing sooner than later. My days in the military had me trained to expect 'hurry up and wait' to never mean waiting on the little guy, and right now we were definitely the little guy. We were woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of machinery, and we got dressed and rode the ATVs down the driveway. The gravel trail stretched about a half mile from the highway up to the house, but we only made it around a couple of bends before we came to the lights and action. "Stop right there," someone with a megaphone called to us, and we pulled our rides to a halt and cut the engines. "Who the fuck are you?" the voice asked. "Harrison Black. You're on my,” I had to stop myself. As of that evening, I'd signed the contract. It wasn't mine anymore. "We live here," I corrected. "Oh, it's you," said the voice. One of the workers stepped forward. He had on a big, bright orange reflective vest, and had a clipboard in one hand and the megaphone in the other. "Keep working, boys!" he shouted, and the machinery ground into action again. He approached us and stopped about ten feet away, despite needing to shout to be heard over the machinery. "Sorry about the noise. We've got orders to get this road done up to your house by tomorrow." "We heard," Leo said. "How does this all work?" I asked. "Shouldn't you guys be in quarantine gear or something?" "We got tested twice over the last two days in preparation for the job," the guy said. "Everyone on the crew is clean, and we all damn well needed the work. Fastest turnaround and the highest pay I've ever seen. Still, we're supposed to keep our distance from anyone other than the team. You guys get tested?" "No," I shouted back. "But the Government guys who set this up didn't seem to care." "Yeah, they did that with us, too. Acted like they were immune. Hell, maybe they are," the worker said. "You hear about what that idiot in the White House said yesterday?" We traded some stories we'd heard. It was strange, usually Leo and I were pretty private with strangers, but after so long in isolation with just each other and Erica, and the fucking weird encounter with the Agents, it was nice to just shoot the shit with someone new and normal. Even if it was shouting over the sound of machinery. Williams was the foreman of the operation that was clearing the trees to either side of the road. Another crew was working behind them, and trucks were already dumping off heavy set gravel at the entrance to widen it into a three-lane road. By morning they expected to have all of the trees, stumps and all, ripped out and stacked up for processing, and the driveway would be graded and levelled by lunch. The speed at which the crew worked was almost frightening. They were all experienced hands and did everything safely, but it was clear that they were motivated. While we were talking, Leo and I had to back up our ATVs twice to clear space for the crew to move ahead. Eventually, we said good night to Williams and headed back up to the house. I went back to bed, wondering if I'd made a terrible mistake. True to their words, by the time Leo and I woke up in the early morning, the clanging and crashing was just fifty yards from the front door. We made a couple big pots of coffee and brought it out to the guys, and one at a time they all walked over to the stump we used as a table and poured it into their thermoses while we stayed back. I had to make two more trips with more fresh coffee to cover everyone; in the dark it had been hard to tell how many people were working stretched out along the driveway. The clearing crew itself had to be thirty people, and a tired but thankful Williams said the gravel grading and levelling crew was probably just as big. "I'm sure we'll see you around," Williams called as the workers started packing up their equipment and prepping their heavier machinery for transport. "Supposed to be lots more work to do up here, yeah?" "Guess so," I called back. "Where are you guys headed now?" "They set us up in a motel about 20 minutes south. We've got guys on the crew from all over; they recruited all of us to fly out for this work, all expenses paid. Gotta tell you, it felt like hitting the lottery after sitting around in quarantine with my savings siphoning away." They left behind stacks of logs and stumps along the side of the now widened driveway area, and soon Leo and I were prepping a whole new serving of coffee as the morning wore on and the grading crew made its way up my old driveway. The guys on that crew were a little more hesitant to chat since they felt like they were running behind schedule, but they were happy enough to take the hot coffee after a whole night of work. It was around noon when one of the grading crew came up and knocked on the front door of the house. I'd been busy cleaning out the attic; one of those jobs I'd always had on my list of things to do around the property but never got around to. If there was anything up there worth saving, I hadn't found it yet, but it was worth the look. I came down to the front door covered in dust. The guy took one look at me from where he'd backed to 'social distance' and started laughing. I took one look at him, covered in gravel dust with rings of sweat from where he'd taken off his hard hat, and laughed right back. "Sir," he finally said after a minute, "We just thought you should know that the crew down at the far end of the road said someone in a green pickup truck drove by real slow a few times. The third time they pulled over and asked what was going on, but the boys down there followed orders and didn't tell him anything, so he peeled out. Just figured we'd let you know." "I appreciate that," I said, and sighed in the way that only old family history could make me sigh. Deep, long and aggravated. "And I think I know who it probably was. Thanks for letting me know." He nodded and went back to work. I didn't even think to ask what all was going on down at the end of the new road they had installed until he was already at the other end of the yard. "What's up?" Leo asked when I went to join him in the barn. "One of the crew guys said they saw a green pickup doing drive-buys." "Hah! Well, I guess that's not going to be your problem anymore, is it?" Leo laughed. I smirked. "Not legally. I'm sure I'm still going to be on Kara's shit-list and get a fucking earful though." I ended up spending the early afternoon helping Leo pack up a bunch of his woodworking equipment. The smaller stuff was fairly easy, but he needed the extra body for some of the larger presses and table-mounted saws. It felt like we'd barely made a dent when the double-honk of a car broke our concentration. We both headed around the side of the barn to find Erica getting out of the passenger seat of a black town car that had eaten a whole lot of the fresh gravel dust and now looked like someone had dusted it with flour. Sour-puss Agent Maggie was getting out of the driver's seat. "Hey, sis, how was it?" Leo asked. "Umm-Hmm," Erica said, shaking her head and holding up a finger to keep him from hugging her. "I need to talk to both of you inside." She had nervous energy going on, bouncing her weight on one leg and chewing on the corner of her lower lip. "Give me twenty; no, give me thirty minutes." "Is everything alright?" I asked. Erica was already moving quickly into the house. She'd had a look on her face like she was sick, and flushed with a fever or something. I turned to Agent Maggie. "Did something happen? She didn't catch the virus, did she?" "No," sour-puss said, that permanent sneer never breaking. "She knows everything she needs to, and needs to talk. Just do what she says." "What are you talking about?" I asked. Leo had followed Erica inside to make sure she was Okay. "Look, prick. Your little 'send her to the car' thing yesterday made me look bad, and now I'm stuck as a glorified cab driver while my boss and my partner are off to another shitty corner of the country like this one to bribe someone else into handing over their property to the government. Just fuck off inside and enjoy your new fucking world, you Mamoa-wannabe jerk." She got back in her car and slammed the door closed, then started to peel away and spin the car around before slamming the breaks and rolling down the window. "I'll be back again in a few hours with Lacosta's partner. He needs to be here waiting." "What?" I asked. She just flashed me her middle finger as she drove away. God damn woman, I sighed, watching her kick up dust and loose stones as she drove way too fast down the brand new gravel road. I shook my head and went inside. Erica was already upstairs and I could hear the shower running. Leo just shook his head and shrugged, "She wouldn't say anything. Just muttered about needing to get ready for something." "This is weird," I said. "I'm really fucking hoping this whole thing isn't going to blow up in our faces." "If it is, we might as well take it head on. Too late to do anything else," Leo said. "That's too fucking true, my friend," I said. Thirty-five minutes later Erica, dressed in a pair of her tight jeans with all the holes 'stylishly' cut into them down the legs and a black Metallica hoodie, strutted down the stairs and immediately began pacing and fidgeting with the strings of her sweater hood. She had done her full makeup, and seeing her like that was almost as shocking as the first time she'd gone without it; it had been a month since she had bothered with makeup at all, since even when she went out on grocery runs she was entirely covered up. "Sit," she demanded when we joined her in the living room, pointing me to my usual chair and Leo to the couch. He furrowed his brow as he watched his sister's nervous energy, but I wasn't sure it was because he was worried or didn't like her ordering him around. Their whole twin thing had always been more bouncing off each other than working in parallel. "Alright, alright," I said, hands up as I went to sit. "What's going on, E?" She stopped pacing and looked at both of us, transferring her energy into tapping her foot. I'd only ever seen her like this once before, right before we'd had our big group conversation about her staying indefinitely through the quarantine. Later, she'd elaborated to me a little bit more as to why she'd been so nervous; beyond the pandemic dangers, and feeling alone if she left, Erica had been chipping in for groceries with us, but that was it; the woman couldn't work during the pandemic, and tattooing hadn't exactly fueled her savings accounts. Everything all piling on at once had turned her into a nervous wreck, the opposite of her usual self. So what was doing this to her now? "Erica," Leo said, snapping her out of the train of thought she'd lost herself in staring at me. Her gaze was intense, only added to by her sexy post-punk look. It was like she'd erected a wall of armor around herself, or was taking on a persona that she'd let drop. "Right, sorry, I'm just really fucking distracted," she said. "Look, there's no way to say this easily without sounding sort of crazy at first, Okay? So I'm just going to say it, and you both need to listen cause I'm only explaining it once, alright?" Leo and I both nodded. "Alright, so the vaccine isn't just like, a shot. Well, it is for women. I got it this morning, and I'm something like 97% immune to the virus. But for men it isn't a shot. I did that information session and they showed us a bunch of research I only half-understood thanks to my AP bio classes back in high school, but I definitely got the video. The vaccine is pretty much lethal for men, and it has some weird side effects for women. They couldn't remove those aspects, so they modified it in other ways to try and adjust." "So how are we supposed to get vaccinated?" Leo asked. Erica licked her lips, and I realized she was sweating slightly. She glared at her brother, then looked at me and her eyes softened, then hardened, and I couldn't tell if she was angry at me or what. Then she glared back at her brother again. "They basically turned the vaccine into an STD, and it's the only way for men to get vaccinated. It's not permanent and needs frequent upkeep in both men and women, and it turns women fucking horny as hell if they go without for too long." "I'm sorry, what!?" Leo burst out. "And you took the shot?" "Just shut up, Leo!" Erica tried to shout him down. "I heard all the evidence, I weighed my options, and I decided this was the best thing to do. The whole tier system thing? I did the same questionnaire as you guys did, and they gave me a list of good matches. People I could go become a partner of. Like, sexually, and maybe romantically. We'd live together in quarantine, screw each other into immunity, and be that way for the foreseeable future until they fix this vaccine." "That's so fucked up," I said. "They wanted you to just shack up with someone you didn't know?" "Yeah, except someone I did know was on my list," she said. "Who?" Leo asked. "Are you moving back to Portland?" Erica turned from her brother and looked right at me. "Oh, no," Leo said. "No, no, no. You two are not becoming fuck buddies. We discussed this, Erica!" "Wait, what?" I said. "You discussed,” "Not important!" Leo shouted. "It's not important. It's not happening." "It's too late, Leo," Erica said. Then she turned to me. "At least, it is if you're into it. Look, Harrison, you can say no. I can't make you do this. What's-her-name will come back and get me, and I'll pick someone else on that list they gave me, and I'll go stay with them wherever they are. No hard feelings, you've done so much for me already that I can't even start to say thank you properly. But fuck I really want to fuck you. I've been getting off thinking about you almost exclusively for weeks, and the only reason I never asked you out in all these years is because I promised Leo back in high school I wouldn't ever date his friends." "And this is better?!" Leo squawked. "Shut up, Leo!" Erica shouted back at him. "You're not seriously considering this, are you?" Leo asked me. "You can't; Why; Come on, dude. She's my twin sister, it would be like... ugh!" He threw his hands up in the air in frustration. I rubbed my face with both hands and took in a deep breath before looking back at the siblings. "Alright," I said slowly. "First off, Erica, is this the vaccine talking? Just try and focus, cause this sounds an awful lot like some crazy date-rape drug and not a vaccine." "God, fuck. Why do men have to make things so hard?" she said. "I've wanted to fuck you for ages, Harrison. You being on my compatibility list at the vaccine center just made the decision fucking convenient instead of a fantasy." I turned to Leo. "Would you rather it be me, or some freak you know nothing about?" "I'd rather it be no one!" Leo said. "That's not an option anymore," Erica growled. "I've already got the shot. I'm just going to get hornier and hornier until I fucking snap, Leo. Then I'll fuck anything that fucking moves, that's the way it works. I need to bond with someone or I'll lose my goddamn mind. There are still a few days before I apparently go full-on bitch-in-heat feral, but I'm already feeling an itch all over and the only thing that I know, I know, is going to relieve that itch is cock." "Jaysus," I muttered, sitting back. Erica turned back to me, hugging herself. "Please, Harrison? Just; just tell me yes or no. Standing here without an answer is killing me, cause I don't know if I need to fight the feeling or I can give in." "I; Erica, you are absolutely gorgeous. I always assumed you weren't interested in me, or just wanted a friend. Honestly, I sort of thought you were gay with the comments you make about the women you work on in your shop. You're always talking about perky tits and firm asses and stuff like that," I said. "I'm Bi," she clarified. "And I work with people's bodies all day. I know what's hot and what's not for me, and Harri, you've fucking revved my engine since that first weekend Leo introduced us. I just want to rub my body all over,” "Erica!" Leo interrupted her. "Sorry, sorry, too much," she said. "I told you, this fucking vaccine is damn distracting right now. I need some relief here." "I'll do it," I said. "I just; this feels like the drug or whatever talking, Erica. Are you absolutely sure?" She was on me, straddling my lap and pressing her mouth to mine. Erica grabbed my head in her hands as she started forcefully making out with me, muttering 'Thank you' over and over into my lips. Her tongue pushed against mine, and then she grabbed my hands with hers and pulled them around to grab her ass. It was wonderfully firm, with a good amount of muscle that kept it looking full even if it wasn't particularly plump. "At least go get a room," Leo growled loudly. I pushed Erica back far enough that we could look each other in the eyes. Hers were bright, lucid, and silently pleading with me in a way that made her seem smaller and more vulnerable than the tough chick I'd come to know. "Let's go upstairs," I said to her. "I didn't mean literally get a room, right now," Leo said. "We need to talk this over! You made me a promise, Erica." "Shut up, Leo," Erica said. "I'll make it up to you, this isn't the end of the world. Probably. I think." She grabbed my hand, scrambled out of my lap and started pulling me up out of my chair. "What the fuck am I supposed to do?" Leo asked. "How am I getting vaccinated?" "Whenever they find someone who actually wants to fuck you, dorkus," Erica told her brother. "That lady agent said she'd be back in a few hours with your 'partner,'" I told him as I passed by, still getting pulled by Erica towards the stairs. "I didn't know what she meant at the time, but I guess;?" "Is she hot?" Leo asked me. I was already getting pulled up the stairs. "How am I supposed to know?" I yelled down to him. It's funny how energy can rise and fall at the drop of a hat. Erica pulled me into the guest bedroom she'd been using as her bedroom, slammed the door shut and turned to me; and stopped. She bit her lip, one leg bouncing at the knee as she shifted her weight. "Second thoughts?" I asked. "No, no," Erica said, shaking her head. "Definitely not. God, fuck, no. I didn't want to get into it in front of Leo like that, but you're also just being so you that I feel like I need to explain myself more." "So tell me," I said, sitting down on the bed. Erica started pacing again but stopped after one back-and-forth. "Okay, look. What I said down there is true. I would have asked you out years ago, after that first time we met at Burleson's when Leo brought you around." "The pub around the corner from your shop? That wasn't the first time we met," I said. "I know," she replied. "That was when you were moving into Leo's apartment. We passed each other in the building lobby and I saw you glance at my tits. I thought you were just another fuckboy asshole." "Wait, I don't remember that," I said. "Why didn't you ever tell me that happened? I thought the first time was when you gave Leo the fish tattoo on his side." "That's the first time we actually spoke," Erica said. "And you had an uphill fucking battle to try and change my mind about my first impression of you. You only made it far enough that I didn't bitch about Leo bringing you to the pub a couple nights later. That was when I got to actually focus on talking to you instead of chatting while I was at work. I also remember being super fucking pissed at Leo that night, because I asked him if I could go back on our deal from high school and hook up with you, and he said no." "Okay, whoa; we could have been having sex for seven years and you held to an agreement you made in high school? What was this fucking thing, a treaty ratified by the Pope?" Erica snorted a laugh and ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. "No, it was stupid. And honestly, looking back, we probably would have had a lot better of a time if he and I had agreed on the opposite. But Leo was a jock, and I was a scene girl, and we made an agreement that we didn't want each other messing with our friend groups. So no dating, no crushing, no nothing if the other twin claimed them first. We wanted to guard what we had, instead of helping each other out." I huffed a soft laugh. "Sounds like teenage bullshit to me." "Yeah, well, I'll just claim twin loyalty, Okay?" Erica said. "But that's not the really fucked up thing about this. When you invited me down from the city to stay with you guys, Leo and I had a separate talk. Harrison, my brother fucking loves you. Not like in a sexual way, but you're the best friend he's ever had. Period. No doubt about it. And he may not have ever said it to you but he was really worried that I would screw up the dynamic you guys have; and now here I am doing it." Erica squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her face to the ceiling. "Shit, maybe this was a bad idea after all. Fuck, he's never going to forgive me, I,” "Hey, hey," I said, standing and pulling her into a hug. Erica was a tall woman, easily 5'9 or a bit more, but I still towered over her with my 6'6". She clung to the sides of my shirt instead of hugging back, but buried her face into my chest. "I didn't know any of this, E. But we're all adults, we can handle this better than making promises we don't want to keep." "I know," she mumbled into my shirt, and slowly let go of my sides and slid her arms around until she was hugging me back. "You should know that I would have asked you out in a second if I thought you were interested," I said. "I'm still not exactly comfortable with the big picture on all of this, but this right here? I will definitely take this silver lining." "God, you make me so hot, Harrison," Erica said, and she looked up into my eyes. I kissed her as we held each other. Her considerable chest was pressing against my sternum, and as she shifted her arms up to wrap them around my neck and pull me closer to her, I lowered mine until I hooked my fingers into the belt loops of her jeans. We held that for a while, eyes closed and enjoying the feeling like we were teenagers again. God, we're both over thirty, I laughed in my head. We should be a lot bet

In this episode, we sit down with Oliver Löffler — founder of Voya Games and Angry Dynomites — to talk about what it really takes to build a Web3-native game from the ground up.Forget slapping tokens on tired game mechanics. Oliver and his team are creating over 25 tokens on testnet, all gearing up to launch on the Ronin Network. We dive into why retrofitting Web2 models won't cut it, how thoughtful tokenomics can fuel player-driven economies, and what the next generation of blockchain gaming actually looks like.

This week Shane joins the boys to talk about arranged marriages and play "What Thing Came First"

W Australii z demencją żyje obecnie ponad 400 tysięcy osób. Wraz ze starzejącym się społeczeństwem, liczba ta ma się podwoić do 2050 roku. Czołowy naukowiec apeluje, by demencję traktować nie tylko jako problem zdrowotny, ale również jako kryzys ekonomiczny.

Ever wanted to sound just like your bass heroes? We all have those iconic players who shaped the way we hear and play bass. For me, it started with revisiting Voodoo by D'Angelo and getting lost in Pino Palladino's buttery tone. That led me down the rabbit hole of dialing in his sound—and others—using the HX Stomp. The result? A custom collection of 5 HX Stomp presets inspired by five of the greatest to ever do it: Marcus Miller, Pino Palladino, Tim Lefebvre, John Patitucci, and Victor Wooten. These players have shaped entire genres—and my own musical path—with tones that are instantly recognizable yet always evolving. Rather than chase every tone they've ever played, I zeroed in on some of their most iconic recorded moments. These presets are my best attempt to capture those sounds—the ones that made me stop and rewind.Check out all the HX Presets I have in the store, including this new collection of Bass Legends. They're designed as a starting point for your curiosity, and I highly recommend diving deeper into each artist's discography to better understand their origin story. As the years unfold, the fascinating part for me is where they've all ended up on the journey. With John Patitucci you might be a huge fan of the 80's/90's Ken Smith/Yamaha records, but haven't explored the recent albums with the hollow body instruments. Marcus Miller might mean SLAP to you, but perhaps you missed his incredibly melodic finger style playing on fretless on records like Tales and Marcus. Wherever you're at in your listening and discovery, just remember that curiosity is key, and these sounds could open up a whole new world of music. More soon, Janek Get full access to Janek's Newsletter at janekgwizdala.substack.com/subscribe

Writer-director Domini Marshall is a talent on the rise. With short films like Go with Grace, Slap, and now her finest work yet, Howl, under her belt, Marshall is a force to be reckoned with. Her work is deeply personal, written from a perspective that invites audiences to engage with the internal mindset of her characters, and through that process, we're able to see the world differently.Guiding Domini's creative output is producer Josie Baynes, a equally impressive talent on the rise. Alongside Domini, Josie has worked with emerging talents like Annelise Hickey on her films Stranger, Brother. and Hafekasi, while also allowing cinematographer Matthew Chuang to build a body of work that is also reshaping how Australian stories are seen on screen.I highly recommend you seek out Domini's work on her website, DominiMarshall.com, where you can also seek out her web series her words, released during 2017-2019. It's a deeply informative series, one that pairs well with books like Taboo by Hannah Ferguson.In the following conversation, Domini and Josie talk through their creative process, how they manage to bring us into the internal mindset of their characters, and a lot more.Howl is screening at the Melbourne International Film Festival as part of the Aussie shorts package, alongside Stranger, Brother., I'm the Most Racist Person I Know, Mango Seed, and more. Screenings are held on 11 and 22 August, with online screenings taking place from 24 August. Visit MIFF.com.au for more details. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

A leading scientist has recommended that dementia be treated as an economic crisis as well as a health issue. Over 400,000 Australians live with dementia, and with an ageing population, this is expected to double by 2050. But dementia advocates say research funding in Australia lags behind other conditions, limiting access to life-changing dementia prevention and management programs.

Writer-director Domini Marshall is a talent on the rise. With short films like Go with Grace, Slap, and now her finest work yet, Howl, under her belt, Marshall is a force to be reckoned with. Her work is deeply personal, written from a perspective that invites audiences to engage with the internal mindset of her characters, and through that process, we're able to see the world differently.Guiding Domini's creative output is producer Josie Baynes, a equally impressive talent on the rise. Alongside Domini, Josie has worked with emerging talents like Annelise Hickey on her films Stranger, Brother. and Hafekasi, while also allowing cinematographer Matthew Chuang to build a body of work that is also reshaping how Australian stories are seen on screen.I highly recommend you seek out Domini's work on her website, DominiMarshall.com, where you can also seek out her web series her words, released during 2017-2019. It's a deeply informative series, one that pairs well with books like Taboo by Hannah Ferguson.In the following conversation, Domini and Josie talk through their creative process, how they manage to bring us into the internal mindset of their characters, and a lot more.Howl is screening at the Melbourne International Film Festival as part of the Aussie shorts package, alongside Stranger, Brother., I'm the Most Racist Person I Know, Mango Seed, and more. Screenings are held on 11 and 22 August, with online screenings taking place from 24 August. Visit MIFF.com.au for more details. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Think your slap sound is dialed in? Think again. In this episode, Scott and Ian break down six things almost everybody gets wrong when chasing a great slap sound. They dig into the impact of string type, pickup settings, and technique—plus some of the overlooked details that can make or break your setup.Whether you're just getting into slap or trying to fine-tune your sound, this one's worth a listen. Fixing just one of these might change everything.

It's Monday, July 14th, A.D. 2025. This is The Worldview in 5 Minutes heard on 140 radio stations and at www.TheWorldview.com.  I'm Adam McManus. (Adam@TheWorldview.com) By Adam McManus American churches are being attacked A trend of American churches being attacked appears to be emerging, reports International Christian Concern. On April 24, a Texas woman, identified as Natasha Marie O'Dell, pleaded guilty to intentionally setting fire to Seattle Laestadian Lutheran Church in Snohomish County, Washington, on August 25, 2023.  The blaze destroyed much of the church, and damage to the property was placed at $3.2 million. According to the U.S. Department of Justice, O'Dell admitted to telling “various acquaintances that she was angry about churches and specifically with [that one].” An Arizona man, identified as Zimnako Salah, was found guilty of a hate crime on April 3, 2025, after he targeted Christian churches with bomb threats. Salah intentionally attempted to intimidate Christians because of their faith, according to a special finding from a federal jury.  After visiting four churches in Arizona, California, and Colorado, Salah left backpacks at two of them to cause fear among congregants. Although there were no bombs in the packs, improvised explosive device components were found in Salah's storage unit. The man had also consumed violent videos of the Islamic State group on social media. In John 15:18, Jesus said, “If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated Me first.” FBI closes the case on Jeffrey Epstein The late Jeffrey Epstein was an American financier and child sex offender who assaulted 36 girls, some as young as 14, reported the Miami Herald.  For years, it's been rumored that Epstein did not act alone, but trafficked these girls to his prominent and wealthy male clients. Allegedly, Epstein used such a list to blackmail them. In an unsigned DOJ/FBI memo, which was released Sunday, July 6th, it says, “This systematic review revealed no incriminating ‘client list.' There was also no credible evidence found that Epstein blackmailed prominent individuals as part of his actions.” The memo also said, “After a thorough investigation, FBI investigators concluded that Jeffrey Epstein committed suicide in his cell at the Metropolitan Correctional Center in New York City on August 10, 2019. This conclusion is consistent with previous findings, including the August 19, 2019 autopsy. …  From the time Epstein was locked in his cell at around 10:40 pm on August 9, 2019, until around 6:30 am the next morning, nobody entered any of the tiers in the Special Housing Unit.” Homosexual abortionist gets slap on wrist for leaving "half" of baby inside woman An Illinois abortionist -- who left up to “half” of an aborted baby inside a woman and a coin-sized hole in her uterus  -- will be allowed to resume his practice after paying a $5,000 fine and undergoing extra medical education, reports LifeSiteNews.com. Back in March, LifeSiteNews covered the case of Equity Clinic founder and medical director Dr. Keith Reisinger-Kindle, once the subject of fawning media coverage for promoting so-called abortion “access” and people's “safety.” According to a lawsuit by an unidentified ex-client from Indiana, the abortionist had allegedly violated that commitment to patient safety in dramatic fashion. In April 2023, a pregnant mother went to abortionist Reisinger-Kindle for an abortion at approximately 22 weeks. After she called the next day to complain of cramping, she was told to take a painkiller. However, when she went to the Community Hospital South Emergency Room in Indianapolis,  physicians subsequently found fetal remains in her right pelvis, which had to be surgically removed, as well as a uterine hole roughly the size of a quarter or half-dollar. The woman's lawsuit says, “The patient was found to have half of a deceased pre-born human being, in the right pelvis of the patient, with evidence of severe and intentional trauma. The skull was crushed and no brain was present.” Isaiah 59:7 describes abortionist Keith Reisinger-Kindle and his ilk well. “Their feet rush into sin; they are swift to shed innocent blood. They pursue evil schemes; acts of violence mark their ways.” Leftist argues Dems should become “pro-porn” party to win back men And finally, a left-wing writer who is emphatically pro-abortion and pro-homosexual, recently actually argued that the Democrats should style themselves as the “pro-porn” party to win back ground on the “free speech” platform and entice young men away from the Republicans, reports Elizabeth Johnston, the Activist Mommy. In a bizarre commentary for The Nation, that's on par with a satire piece, writer Elie Mystal states that the Democrats should strategically embrace pornography, saying there's “an opportunity here for the Left to pick up the banner of free speech. An opportunity to become the ‘porn party.'” Responding to the Supreme Court's decision in Free Speech Coalition v. Paxton, which upheld Texas's requirement for age-verification on porn sites, Mystal cited the tired old cliché of Republican hypocrisy to make the case for embracing porn as a political strategy. In Proverbs 7:10, 21-26, King Solomon warns his son of the seductive ways of an immoral woman. In many ways, his warnings are equally applicable to the lure of pornography.  It says, “Then out came a woman to meet him, dressed like a prostitute and with crafty intent. ... With persuasive words she led him astray;  she seduced him with her smooth talk. All at once, he followed her like an ox going to the slaughter, like a deer stepping into a noose till an arrow pierces his liver, like a bird darting into a snare,  little knowing it will cost him his life. “Now then, my sons, listen to me;  pay attention to what I say. Do not let your heart turn to her ways  or stray into her paths. Many are the victims she has brought down;  her slain are a mighty throng.” Close And that's The Worldview on this Monday, July 14th, in the year of our Lord 2025. Follow us on X or subscribe for free by Spotify, Amazon Music, or by iTunes or email to our unique Christian newscast at www.TheWorldview.com.  Plus, you can get the Generations app through Google Play or The App Store. I'm Adam McManus (Adam@TheWorldview.com). Seize the day for Jesus Christ.

A new MP3 sermon from The World View in 5 Minutes is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Abortionist gets slap on wrist for leaving "half" of baby inside woman Subtitle: The World View in Five Minutes Speaker: Adam McManus Broadcaster: The World View in 5 Minutes Event: Current Events Date: 7/14/2025 Length: 8 min.

Think your slap sound is dialed in? Think again. In this episode, Scott and Ian break down six things almost everybody gets wrong when chasing a great slap sound. They dig into the impact of string type, pickup settings, and technique—plus some of the overlooked details that can make or break your setup.Whether you're just getting into slap or trying to fine-tune your sound, this one's worth a listen. Fixing just one of these might change everything.

Sunday July 13, 2025 I spoke with Coach Kurt Hester about his battle with cancer. In early 2025 he was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and told he had 6-8 weeks to live. He has since past that time, and keeps fighting each day. He still trains the football team at Houston day in and day out. Find out how he is doing in this episode.

We've been sitting in our rage for a few months now, and it feels a lot like sitting on a three-day-old maxi-pad... ITS TIME FOR A CHANGE. Since we're watching a fascist regime easily take over our country, we wanted to re-release our interview with Liv Vasquez, and re-share her experience with tear gas and how it affected her menstrual cycle. Take this episode as a reminder to protect yourselves — especially those blisteners out there protesting. We love you. Find Liv on TikTok and IG: @livviesmalls ORIGINAL SHOW NOTES: We've got a great ep for you, with special guest Liv Vasquez, who is suing the city of Portland, Oregon for the adverse effects police tear gas had on her menstrual health. Liv was living in Portland, Oregon in the summer of 2020 during the demonstrations sparked by the murder of George Floyd, in which tear gas was used against protesters daily. We talk with Liv about how her period has changed, the importance of cases like this setting a precedent, and - of course - we cover some new crazy questions that will definitely make you chuckle. Slap on a gas mask and an overnight pad and get cozy with your blosts.

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Mike is a 12 out of 10 this week as he hosts a radio show that doesn't exist.  This Game is Broken is a comedy board game panel show with Matthew Jude, Dave Luza, Paula Deming, Nick Murphy and Mike Murphy. We play a lot of nonsense games full of role playing and trivia as well as other fun stuff which can be found at the links below. Support us here! PATREON - https://www.patreon.com/thisgameisbroken This Game is Broken is eternally thankful to our Sponsors Restoration Games Find them at https://restorationgames.com/ Game Night Picks - GameNightPicks.com/thisgame Many Worlds Tavern - Find your coffee for game night here - https://manyworldstavern.com/ Twitter - https://twitter.com/TGiBpodcast iTunes - https://itunes.apple.com/gb/podcast/this-game-is-broken/id1282526804?mt=2 Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/this_game_is_broken_podcast/ Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/Thisgameisbrokenpodcast/ Email - Thisgameisbrokenpodcast@gmail.com

00:00 Intro01:30 Trump to Slap 10% Tariffs on BRICS Nations 'Soon'04:57 NTD Special Preview: CCP's Covert War Within the U.S.11:02 European Union Takes Aim at China's Market Barriers14:24 U.S. State Dept. Restores $6.8M for Tibet15:17 China Attempts Mediation in Middle East16:40 BRICS Summit Wraps in Brazil: Putin, Xi Missing20:53 Reactions: 'Nathan's Famous' Owned by Chinese Company

Join Dr. Vanessa Dunn Guyton and Dr. Juanita Britt McDonald of Re-Discover Me, as they discuss the Diddy case and the effects on Victims coming forward! Did the justice system fail Victims? Do you think Diddy should be free? We want to hear your opinion! #hushnomore #hushnomorewithdrvanessa #ReDiscoverMe #diddy #advocacy #ctrmedianetwork

Today on "Don't@ME", The world's DUMBEST LEAGUE STRIKES AGAIN, Elle Duncan - gets CALLED OUT, the human highlight reel of competitive eating and Politics in Sports. Plus, SiriusXM NBA Radio Host, Brian Geltzeiler with reaction to the first 7 team trde in NBA history, intriguing NBA summer league storylines and most under the radar trade/free agent moves so far this offseason. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

In this podcast, Kushal shares his views on the recent incident in Maharashtra where NS workers are allegedly seen slapping a shopkeeper in a video for not speaking in Marathi. Can India afford this style of lingustic tribalism as it marches towards the goal of a 10 trillion economy? #MaharashtraNews #MNS #Marathi ------------------------------------------------------------ Listen to the podcasts on: SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/kushal-mehra-99891819 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/1rVcDV3upgVurMVW1wwoBp Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-c%C4%81rv%C4%81ka-podcast/id1445348369 Stitcher: https://www.stitcher.com/show/the-carvaka-podcast ------------------------------------------------------------ Support The Cārvāka Podcast: Buy Kushal's Book: https://amzn.in/d/58cY4dU Become a Member on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCKPx... Become a Member on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/carvaka UPI: kushalmehra@icici Interac Canada: kushalmehra81@gmail.com To buy The Carvaka Podcast Exclusive Merch please visit: http://kushalmehra.com/shop ------------------------------------------------------------ Follow Kushal: Twitter: https://twitter.com/kushal_mehra?ref_... Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KushalMehraO... Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thecarvakap... Koo: https://www.kooapp.com/profile/kushal... Inquiries: https://kushalmehra.com/ Feedback: kushalmehra81@gmail.com

In this soul-stirring episode, Barbie Bassett, Therese Apel, and Traci Lee ask the tough question: What do you do when the dream hasn't come true, the prayer goes unanswered, and Heaven feels quiet?   They unpack the heartbreak of delay, the ache of waiting, and the holy tension between faith and frustration. This conversation isn't for the faint of heart—it's for the believer hanging on by a thread, the dreamer who's almost given up, and anyone who's ever wondered if God's timing is really perfect.   Because sometimes, the waiting room is where the real work happens.   #YallListenHerePodcast #FaithInTheWaiting #BarbieBassett #ThereseApel #TraciLee #GodsTimingNotMine #HolyDelay #UnansweredPrayers #DreamsDeferred #FaithThatFights #PurposeInThePause   This episode is produced by Daniel Anderson at Audio Alchemy Productions.

WE HAVE A LIVE SHOW HAPPENING ON 7/20! Featuring special guests Jacob Wysocki and Rekha Shankar! Go to dynastytypewriter.com for tickets in-person or livestream!Slap on that SPF, grab your oversized sunhat, and then turn on the TV, The ladies of "The Look" are back and it's summer vacation! Join Barbara Anne Delight, Michaela Romney, Deena Marie Long Silver and Luann Bumpkins around the coffee table as they discuss the *hot* topics like saving the turtles, the latest health trends, the Cowboy Carter tour, and absolutely no one feels attacked by the end of it. Nothing says summer like "The Look"!This episode was filmed in the beautiful Dynasty Typewriter Theater, and tech-produced by Samuel Curtis. For live shows and events you can find more about them at dynastytypewriter.com. To learn more about the BTS of this episode and to find a world of challenges, games, inside scoop, and the Artists being themselves, subscribe to our Patreon! You won't be disappointed with what you find. Check out patreon.com/aoaoaoapod Artists on Artists on Artists on Artists is an improvised Hollywood roundtable podcast by Kylie Brakeman, Jeremy Culhane, Angela Giarratana, and Patrick McDonald. Music by Gabriel Ponton. Edited by Conner McCabe. Thumbnail art by Josh Fleury. Hollywood's talking. Make sure you're listening. Subscribe to us on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, and Youtube! Please rate us five stars!

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I guess he doesn't regret The Slap?

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Conflicting reports spark debate over whether Israel and the US truly destroyed Iran's nuclear facilities. Joy Reid claims nukes could stabilize the region. The panel blasts her take, questions media leaks, and weighs if Iran's program is crippled or if the truth is being buried.

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Send us a textWelcome to episode 84 of Coon Hunting Confidential! Every other Wednesday, The HT Mafia mixes their uniqueness, coon hunting, comedy, and creepy stories to bring you all-new episodes of CHC!!This episode features a coon hunter from North Georgia. There's a rich history of Bigfoot lore in the North Georgia area. He tells a story about something that yelled at him in the woods one day and then proceeded to follow from a distance. He's also found things in the woods that appeared to be structures. As always, THANK YOU for listening! Keep them dogs in the woods and happy hunting y'all!!!

Paul Zitzer discusses how he got his parents to fund an indoor vert ramp in Florida, the birth of the Skatepark of Tampa, why vert should be in the Olympics, how he got into commentating, skateboarding needs to show up for one another, opening his skatepark "Sprak", the one Birdhouse graphic he hated and much more! Timestamps 00:00:00 Paul Zitzer 00:03:56 Got his parents to fund an indoor vert ramp for him in Florida 00:06:24 Cops accused him of murder 00:10:24 The birth of the Skatepark of Tampa 00:18:33 Vert skaters always got better job opportunities 00:19:53 Vert should be in the Olympics 00:27:39 Commentating 00:35:03 Free public skate parks - good or bad? 00:37:39 The Olympics didn't help - skateboarding has a lot of other problems 00:44:16 Skating Tampa Pro? - all eyes on you 00:45:52 Skateboarding needs to show up for one another - Nine Club event? 00:50:16 Damn Am - Sprak 01:05:35 Louisville Classic 01:08:42 Few young kids are getting into skateboarding 01:12:22 Less people showing up at events 01:16:16 Yuto vs Sora at Tampa Pro 01:23:57 Commentating for SLS 01:37:00 What is paul's role at Skatepark of Tampa 01:41:32 How he got involved in the far and high contest 01:44:07 The people behind the scenes 01:47:40 How much to skate at Sprak Skatepark 01:51:12 Slap cover 01:52:21 Skated for Airwalk 01:53:14 Birdhouse 01:59:12 Has never talked to Jeremy Klien in his life Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

#floydmayweather #terencecrawford #canelo Get ready for a knockout episode of ThaBoxingVoice as we dive into the sizzling rumors sparked by Oscar De La Hoya, claiming the Canelo Alvarez vs. Terence Crawford mega-fight is set for a morning or early afternoon slot in Las Vegas on September 13, 2025! Is Golden Boy's promoter stirring the pot, or is this a game-changer for boxing fans? We also break down the viral video of Terence Crawford slapping stablemate Steven Nelson in a “power slap” moment—did Bud really knock him out, or is it all staged? Join our hosts for heated debates, expert analysis, and the latest boxing buzz, including recent fight results and what this means for the sport's biggest stars. Perfect for boxing enthusiasts aged 18-65, this episode is packed with fun, thought-provoking insights. Subscribe, comment, and vote in our polls on YouTube, X, and Discord to join the conversation! #boxing Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

On this episode Aries and Andy talk about Vlad, Shannon Sharp, Round 3, Something Funny, MadTV racism, a song, manfood movie, Shay Shay, and a shout out to Beth Spies! Social Media Instagram: @SpearsBergPod Twitter: @SpearsBergPod Facebook: SpearsBergPod Patreon: SpearsBergPod Youtube: SpearsBergPod  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

With summer right around the corner, Jon and Kristin sit down to share a little inspo on how to make the most of this summer. From travel plans to simple moments, they're talking all about what they're doing to make it the best one yet. A lighthearted, feel-good episode we know you'll love - Happy Wednesday! Kristin's Amazon Store FrontJon's Amazon Store FrontJoin all the fun on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Patreon⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Follow us on Socials:Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠That's The Point ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Kristin⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Jon⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠TiktokThat's The PointYoutubeKristin's ChannelThis episode may contain paid endorsements and advertisements for products and services. Individuals on the show may have a direct, or indirect financial interest in products, or services referred to in this episode.Visit Bollandbranch.com and use code thatsthepoint to get 20% for their Annual Spring EventVisit dailygem.com/THATSTHEPOINT or enter THATSTHEPOINT at checkout for 30% off your first orderHead over to iRestore.com and use code THATSTHEPOINT for our show's exclusive discounts on the iRestore EliteGive your summer closet an upgrade with Quince. Go to Quince.com/point for free shipping on your order and 365 day returns.Go to shopminnow.com and enter code MEETMINNOW15 at checkout to receive 15% off your first order.Produced by Dear MediaSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.