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Quaranteam - Dave In Dallas: Part 10 Dave & Olivia use skills meant for a last resort.Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Let's review the list of characters: David Belsus – 46, physics & astronomy professor at Eastfield college, a community college in the Dallas area. Prepper, survivalist, has a greenhouse in his backyard and lives in an outer ring suburb. Six foot, fit, short cropped hair. Lupie Ramos – 32, former financial advisor, Dave's neighbor, got caught out of state when the lockdowns started. She spent two frantic weeks trying to get back to her daughter. Lupie has been in love with Dave for over a year. Long, dark brown hair, medium build, and a lovely smile. Esme – 9, daughter of Lupie, prone to the occasional snarky comment. Adores Dave. Becca; 18, Lupie's babysitter, was watching Esme when lockdowns occurred. Her refusal to abandon Esme, as her mother insisted, likely saved Becca's life, since her extended family ignored precautions and died of Duo. Esme, Lupie, and Dave are all Becca has left in the world. Short, medium build, small tits, with short blond hair and a smile that is shy with strangers and beams with family and friends. Janice Wheeler; 33, Dave's first partner to arrive, a librarian at Cedar Valley, another community college member of DCCCD. Slender build and medium height, Janice is 3/4 Korean, her paternal grandfather is Anglo. Medium length black hair often pulled back in a bun for work or ponytail at home. Shawna Cooper; 36, senior meteorologist at WFAA, Master's degree in meteorology from O U, worked at NSSL and spent time as a storm chaser. Whole hog sci-fi nut, beginning with Start Trek TNG. 5' 10", large tits, medium brown skin, dark brown eyes, shoulder length black hair styled like a frizzy weeping willow. Olivia Tyler (Liv); 21, senior studying horticulture at Tarleton State University, near Dallas. Daughter of Carter and Janelle, Dave's best friends since college. Had a well-known crush on Dave throughout her teen years. Since her dad was former SF and a survivalist, Liv is skilled with several firearms as well as bladed weapons. Never failed to take a deer any season she's hunted. 5'10" long, dark brown hair, large tits, lightly tanned, brown eyes, and a wide smile. Melanie Ustanich; 22, graduate student in IT at Tarleton, Liv's roommate, recently found a passion for cooking. Spent most of her life in foster homes, Liv's parents accepted her like family the first time she went with Liv on Thanksgiving Break. 5'8" medium length auburn hair, green eyes, small mouth with a ready, mischievous smile. The ladies came through, leaving one mug beside the detective and swiftly exiting with the pot, several mugs, a milk jug, and a small container that may have just been repurposed as a sugar dish. Verratti pushed her mask up to her nose to take a sip, holding the mug like a sacred talisman, her eyes closed and a look of bliss dawning on her face. It was a short day. She opened her eyes and the distance they contained sent the brief appearance of joy below the horizon once again. Laying her mug back on the table, she pulled her mask back into place. "The man that was with you that day at the range?" "Yes, my friend Carter. He was the one that arranged the time on the range." "And how did he manage that? Didn't you say a few times he was a security guy?" "He runs physical and digital security checks for sites his company guards. He and his guys also get hired out by insurance companies to check out their client's security plans as well." For a moment, Dave allowed himself to forget the pain and use the present tense. "I think you mentioned a few times before class that he was in special forces?" "Yep. He likes to say his civilian job is kinda similar to his work in the army, just with paintball or laser tag gear." "Good." She motioned him to sit close, so she could speak lower. "You've stumbled into something no one seems to be working hard to solve." Dave's eyebrows stitched together. Her tone was more ominous than her words. "Nine weeks ago, a truck carrying seven vaccinated women was attacked. It was on its way to some rich neighborhood to deliver partners to the McMansion set. The attackers covered their tracks reasonably well, so we never caught them. Two weeks ago, a shipment of vaccine got hit between Grand Prairie and the Vax Center. They didn't even try to take the whole shipment, just grabbed a bunch and ran like hell. The chopper that was following them didn't have infrared on it, so they lost track of them in the trees in the dark." Dave stayed silent as she paused to gather her thoughts. "Look, I shouldn't have said any of this, but nobody's doing anything. Your friend has the skills to deal with the problem. And the way you've always presented yourself, if he's your friend, then he'll want to apply his skills to right a great big fucking wrong that's being ignored. There's an Air Force liaison office in the station right now. They're supposed to coordinate a military response to big attacks, but they've been blasé about both attacks." "Wait? Military to take out crooks? I mean, even big deal shit like this? Shouldn't that be done by SWAT or ATF?" She stared at him. If he had to guess, her lips were tightly pressed together under her mask. Her words were tightly spoken as she continued. "The fact your attackers cut their fallen buddies' nuts off suggests they had bonded female partners. That means either the hijacked transport, or the vaccine attack. Maybe both. And that means they may have been coming here to abduct your partners and bind them to themselves." "But that would kill them!" Dave started out as a loud interjection, but at her look, and as his own self-control kicked in, he dropped to a strenuous whisper. "There; is a way. But only if the man is dead. There was an ER nurse on the first transport. She would have known about the procedure, at least in broad terms." She pulled a map from her valise. Unfolding it, she pointed to two locations. The attacks happened here, and here." "Yeah, that stretch of I-20 is a bit empty, even being in the middle of urban sprawl." "Because of that attack, they moved the flights to Love Field." "No rural hideouts along the way." "Exactly. Now look, here's where the chopper last was sure they had an eye on them." Her finger indicated a spot southeast of Athens. "What I'm asking you is to get a hold of your friend. See if he and some of his team are willing to investigate; and maybe rescue some of these women. No one else is doing anything about this. And they are escalating." "Do you think they'll try again here?" "I don't know. Not anytime soon, you gave them plenty of reasons to give this place a wide berth. I can't swear to that, but I'd say they'll at least leave you alone for a while." Which means they may be coming for my family again. Whenever they feel like trying again. No point in telling her about Carter. I'll have to do this myself, but I'm not telling her that. A trained, former special forces operative that still does security testing is a reasonable person to ask to do this. A community college professor that's been trained by his prepper buddy doesn't sound nearly as reassuring. Fuck Carter, why the hell did you have to die? "How sure are you on that last sighting?" She flipped her notebook back several pages. After consulting her notes, she carefully laid her finger again on the map. "Right there." Dave stared at the indicated location, noting nearby major road intersections and the distances from each to the tip of her finger. Mainly, he looked at the roads that formed a boundary around the area. The raiders may not be inside that space, but it was a place to begin. "Be very careful. There's suspicion that some army deserters are with these guys." She took a deep breath. "It's like pulling teeth getting anything out of the Air Force woman about this. Please professor, talk to your friend. I'll contact you in a day or so to see if he's responded." "Why don't I just call you?" "I'd rather have that discussion when I'm not at the station or around other officers." "Okay. You need anything else from me detective?" "No. No, I should be going. I'll call in a few days." "I'll be ready." Hope I've found them by then . Dave walked her to the door and locked up behind her. He slipped over to the parlor to check the window patch for any air leaks. Dave ran his hand around the edges, slowly, but felt no movement, not cold streams. Some of the family had come downstairs, now that the weather was once again outside. Dave sat in a chair, staring off into space while the others red or talked. This may take more than a day, just to find these guys. And once I do, I'll need time to observe, and then time to plan. Food, water, ammunition. I'll need something long-range. My best bet will probably be picking them off one at a time at first. I've got silencers for the MP5's, but no subsonic ammo. It's still going to be obvious when I shoot. Carter has all the subsonic ammo. Imagine the look on the face of whoever finds his armory. Fuck, what if they just bulldoze the place? Yeah, Liv and I need to try and get his weapons and equipment. Wait, I have subsonic.22LR. I could use that for the first few. Fuck, I'm really doing this. That means I'll be gone for a few days. It's already been two days for Rebecca, and she's on such a short fuse. We really ought to ask the vaccine experts why that is. Gee, what a call to make. "Hey, vaccine guys? Yeah, look, I've got this eighteen year old cutie that just insists on having sex every four days. Like, she's climbing the walls by day five. What's up with that?" I'm sure they'll have all kinds of sympathy. Well, I have my first thing I've got to do before I go. Dave found Becca in the room she and Reena shared. The one they'd previously used as a 'hotel room' the night the ladies put together for prom. Reena was not around. "Hey, sexy nerd girl, what're you up to?" Becca rolled on to her back from her book reading. Her face was glowing, though she was also blushing from her scalp to, well, lower than her shirt collar. She very cutely bit her lower lip. Dave chuckled. "You are so damn cute, ya know that?" Her face twisted a little. "Demotion huh? I've gone from sexy to cute in less than a minute." "One does not preclude the other. There is an intersection of the two. In my opinion, you exist within that intersection." "God, you know how weirdly sexy it is that you can talk math about sex?" "You know how great it is that you're one of two partners I can talk to that way? Most of the others either won't get it, or will be turned off by it." The radiant look Becca got from the compliment was exactly what Dave was going for. She wasn't just a teen hottie, or gamer girl, or some other check box. She was his younger nerd partner that he got to introduce to so many things he loved that were new to her. Or, things she'd heard about, but not yet experienced. And she was fun in bed. Becca's hand slipped to the hem of her t-shirt. Dave stepped swiftly up to her bed and grabbed her hands. He pulled her around so her ass hung off the edge of the bed and her head was braced against the wall. She and Dave were still experimenting with different ways to have sex. She'd recently mentioned that quickies sounded kinda hot. Dave figured now would be a good time to try. He grabbed her shorts and panties at the hips and pulled both down to her calves, bringing her legs straight up in the same motion. Dave leaned against her, her ankles on one of his shoulders, as he unbuttoned his pants and shoved pants and boxers to mid-thigh. The aroma of Becca's arousal reached Dave's nostrils, matching the signal that her panting breath and lust-filled eyes were sending. Truth to be told, he was fairly revved as well. The little gasp she gave as he hand-fed his mostly hard cock into her saturated pussy was delicious. Dave leaned in closer, folding her legs back onto her body, her ankles on either side of his head, her shorts against his collarbone. He drilled her fast and hard. This wasn't love making, wasn't a tantric exercise, and was not 'the full Dave'. A quickie was just that; hard, fast, and get 'er done. Becca's cute little huffs and grunts urged him to keep going, her moist, rippling channel gripping his shaft and egging him on. In due time, Dave felt that familiar tingle in his balls rising up through his cock and he began firing his hot seed into her eager passage. Becca shuddered and convulsed the same as if Dave had taken most of an hour lifting her to ecstatic heights. Dave leaned a bit further in to kiss Becca tenderly on the lips. Becca giggled. "That was fun." "Good, we can add that to the repertoire," Dave said, buckling his pants. He leaned in for another kiss, this one with just a moment of lingering, before walking away. Becca's eyes shone brightly as they followed him. Now I wait. Dave spent the rest of the evening sitting with his ladies, sometimes talking, mostly listening. Lupie called everyone to the dinner table. A nice warm casserole that soothed the insides after most of the day with the inside matching the weather outside. Downstairs anyway. Mostly what Dave remembered from the evening was looking around the table at his family as they chatted and moved on from the events of the morning. Mostly. Every once in a while, someone's attention wavered, or they flinched from a sound. That's why I have to do this. Dinner was late enough that some began their night time routine once it was over. It had been a draining day, even for those that had huddled upstairs. The emotional impact, the fear and anxiety they'd gone through took a physical toll. "Hey, Shawna, let's meet in my office in a few minutes, okay? I'll find Liv and Mel and have them join us." "Sure. Night security?" "Yeah. The detective was reasonably sure there wouldn't be a repeat tonight, but let's be safe." "Okay." Shawna hugged him tightly. Dave went off to find the other two, then made his way to his office. Even though they'd just finished dinner, he felt a bit munchie. He pulled a half-eaten pint of blueberries out of his fridge and snacked slowly. Each woman smirked as they entered. Shawna started imitating the guitar intro of a certain song by Black Sabbath. Dave just shook his head with a rueful smile. Then he popped a few more berries in his mouth. "We need to maintain a watch tonight," he informed them once he'd cleared his mouth. "The threat is perceived to be low, but I'd rather not take a chance. I'll take first watch, then wake Shawna to relieve me. She can wake Liv, and when Liv's shift is over, she can wake Mel." The way Olivia stared at Dave made him wonder if she suspected his real plan, but she said nothing. "We'll post guard here in Shawna's morning room with the door open. It's right at the top of the stairs, so anyone would have to come past the guard to get to any of us. I'll drag the chair from that room to the door, far back enough that anyone looking in will see darkness, but near enough the guard can see the head of the stairs and part of the hallway in each direction." "That's it. Get some sleep. When it's time to switch over, get up and get moving. We'll have one pistol out and transfer that over. Don't go to bed until your relief is in place." Shawna came in for a kiss before she left. A long, slow kiss with no tongue. She looked meaningfully into his eyes before she walked out, saying nothing. Dave waited over an hour for all the activity in his house to settle and everyone to fall asleep. He slowly and quietly rose from his seat. He slipped in to the master bedroom to find Shawna on the outer edge of the bed. Of course she'd thought ahead so she wouldn't disturb the others. Dave lightly tapped her foot, and she stirred awake. Dave went back to his post while she dressed. Once she got there, he handed over the pistol. "You're going after them aren't you?" she whispered low and urgent. "Yes. It's the only way to ensure everyone's safety. These guys are a danger to us, and others. The detective was so frustrated with the inaction, she told me other events that have happened, but no response from the police." "Other houses have been attacked?" "No, the other attacks haven't been on houses, but they look related." "How far away are they?" "I don't know for sure. She gave me some information on the last place they were seen." "Then how long will you be gone?!" She kept her voice low to not disturb anyone, but there was a 'shouting' tone to her whisper. "I don't know. I'm taking food and water in addition to the rest of the gear." "David, please be careful. All our lives depend on you." He wrapped his arms around her for a tight hug. "I know. I'm doing this for your safety. No more middle of the night break ins." He paused for a moment. "Carter took me through a few scenarios that apply. We had to use paintball guns for those trainings, but I've spent plenty of time on the range with all of these weapons. I won't be as good as Carter, but I'm good enough to pull this off. I'm coming back to you babe." He pulled back so they could look each other in the eyes. "You are plenty of reason to come back." "Me and eight others," she said with a teasing grin. "Anyone of you alone is enough to go fight this fight and get my ass back here in one piece. I finally understand Carter now. Somethings you have to fight for." He slipped away from her and went to the master bedroom closet. In a box tucked away in a corner, he pulled out a set of lightly used 90's era BDU that Carter'd urged him to get from an Army-Navy store. It was not the only set, but he wasn't going to be gone that long. Hell, his partners would all be screaming for doses by then. After dressing, and donning his combat boots, he walked silently out of the bedroom. That he had to pause and prep his mind for. Carter had shown him how to walk quietly in these boots, it just took practice and care. It had been a long time, so he ran through the lessons and practices in his head for a minute after he had them on. He trod gently down the stairs to the gun closet. He typed in the code and swung open the door. That's when the darkness at the end of the unlit hall moved. "Go to bed Olivia." His voice was flat. "You are not going after these guys alone." Dave flipped on the light in the small space. The illumination spilling into the hallway revealed Olivia in a matching pair of BDU. "How the hell?" "I mailed myself a box to this address before I reported to the vaccine center. Mostly other stuff, but one set of woodlands and my best broken-in boots." "Livy, you need to stay here and watch the others." "I need to watch over your ass and bring you home so you can keep fucking all these women that are addicted to your cum." Dave felt a wave of shame at the comment. That he was risking himself, some, but their safety required he take out this threat. That he was; unfaithful to any of these women, because none of them were the only one. Yes, he could personally enumerate all the reasons why, but that didn't change the visceral reaction of a man that never wanted a lot of women, just one that he could be devoted to, and vice versa. "Liv ;” "I'm not trying to talk you out of this. I'm certainly not condemning you for having multiple partners, David. On behalf of myself, and all your partners, I insist I go with you and provide overwatch. You know I'm a better sniper than you. You're better at CQB. We do this together." A cold hand gripped Dave's chest. "Olivia, I already dragged you into one gunfight. I won't do it again." "You didn't drag me into anything. The world sucks and some people are assholes. The same guy that taught you raised me not to just stand idly by. I'm going with you." She came in close, molding her hand to his jawline. "You didn't cause the attack this morning. You stood in the gap, and I stood with you. What you're about to do is needed. And I'm standing with you again." Without another word, she slipped around him and started gathering her gear. Dave joined her. Within half an hour, they loaded tactical gear, ammo, weapons, water jugs, canteens, and field rations in Liv's pickup and got on the road. They were completely in sync, though neither spoke a word. Chapter 12; A Walk on the Chaotic Good Side. October 29, 2020 12:30am The hum of the heater fan on its lowest setting combined with the warm air coming off the windshield were not helping Dave maintain alertness. Livy drove while he checked their route against what he'd seen on the detective's map. So far, it was just a matter of 'drive towards Athens'. Dave snuck the window down a little, inviting some cool air to help him stay fresh. Not too far, though. Occasionally, they'd run into an isolated cloud still giving up a pittance of drizzle, remnants of what passed over their house yesterday morning. Mostly it was just cold. "I miss the little triangle windows that pivoted open on Dad's old beater pickup." Dave chuckled. "Yeah, those were useful. Guess somebody decided to save money and make them fixed instead of movable." Olivia humphed in response. When she said nothing for a few minutes, he reached into the bag on the seat between them and pulled out an apple. She didn't notice until he took his first crackling bite. "Damn. Again?" she laughed. "Fill up too much and you'll bust out that stab shirt. Sorry, it's just;” "I'm eating way more often than the rest of you, and not gaining any weight. Yeah, I know. They said this serum shit has weird side effects. Seems for me it's kicked my metabolism into the stratosphere." "Oh, big words like 'stratosphere' huh? Hmm, ya know, the higher metabolism would explain why you're outrunning me." Dave turned his head towards her, a mock annoyed expression on his face. "I've been faster than you for years. For a bit there in your teens you gave me a good challenge." Liv giggled. "I got faster so you'd have to look at my ass." "I worked harder to stay ahead of you so I wasn't looking at a sixteen-year-old's ass." Out of the corner of his eye, Dave noted Livy giving him a rueful look. With a quiet voice; and one eye on the road; she asked, "Is this the only way we could have been together?" His heart skipped a beat. His voice was deepened with loss when he replied, "I don't know, Olivia. I just don't know. The two of us together would have been a very unusual pairing in other circumstances. No law would have stopped us being together but a lot of custom and tradition would interfere." He reached his hand out and she took it. "So it was either this, or an asteroid hitting the Earth for me to get you?" Dave laughed. "Maybe not quite that dramatic." Their joined hands lay on the seat between them for a time, enjoying the union of their lives as the cold, damp miles passed. Half an hour later, signs proclaimed a junction ahead as they neared their first waypoint. "Want me to stay on 175 and go east around Athens?" "No, west on 7. When we get to the southside of town, we'll take 19 south." Dave waited before asking, "You need to switch out. We've both had long days." "I'm good. Just hand me another Dr. Pepper." Dave knee-stood in the seat, reaching back to the cooler with water, soda and reusable freezer packs. Ice would have been too loud loading at the house, and going to an automated ice station was more deviation than he was willing to take. The drinks weren't ice-cold this way, but they were at least cool. Between the caffeinated soda, and the No-Doz bottle in the glove box, they could fight off the drowsiness the road hum threatened to induce. Weirdly, the squeeze from the compression shirt for the stab plates helped keep him awake, though it did make it tougher to twist around for things. Maybe if he wore it more often, he'd know how to move better in it. With the late hour, and pandemic rules in effect, they hadn't seen another vehicle since pulling out of their own driveway. They crossed three overpasses for major roads out of town before exiting to southbound 19 / Palestine St. The creepy feeling intensified as they took their exit. The north side of the road held a hospital with what was undoubtedly the only ER for thirty miles around. In some directions, even further than that. And there was no activity at all. The lights were on. But no signs of human movement. A few miles down the road they passed the middle school, completely abandoned since March. Liv's hand slipped back to the middle of the bench seat. Dave added his to hers, holding her gently but firmly. Ten minutes later, with their headlights boring holes into the pitch black, Dave's phone buzzed. He pulled it out, noting the time was now approaching 2am. -There's been another attack, this time on a very rich man's estate. Bodyguards dead, left laying there. -Rich man dead, carried off, along with most of his partners. -Last seen southbound on 45, suspect they are taking that to 287 until Palestine. No intelligence beyond that. Please ask your friend to decide quickly. Dave quietly fumed. Another attack meant more suffering that he hadn't prevented. That was the whole point of this crazy scheme wasn't it? Immediately, he recalled a story Carter had told only once, after they'd been roommates for more than a year. It was a 'Boy's Night In' with two pizzas and a tsunami of beer, and some typical action flicks playing. Dave's friend related a time when they'd been too late to protect a local villager that had cooperated with the Special Forces team. The local government goons had not been kind to the collaborator. Or his family. "We found out too late, got there too late, not a fucking thing we could do. Not one fucking thing. Except," he raised his head so his bloodshot eyes were revealed, "we tracked the fuckers and took them out before they got back to their base. It was beyond our mandate. We were supposed to train only, not engage directly. We did it, and never talked about it." Track the fuckers down and take them out. Little wonder why that particular memory surfaced now. "Something wrong?" "Text from the detective. They hit another house. Successfully this time." "Oh shit. What are we going to do?" "What an old friend once told me was the only real option. Track the fuckers down and kill them." "Dad was such an eloquent man." Dave barked a laugh as he texted back. -We're already enroute. -We'll locate them on the run and track them to their base. -Thank God. -And thank your friend for me. Dave still saw no reason to inform her of his omission. Well, he felt a little guilty, but she'd get over it. Lupie on the other hand, might just tie him to the bed and spoon feed him between each woman's 'dosing' turn. Shawna might or might not help Lupie, but she was not going to help Dave avoid Lupie. Hell, by the time he got back, Lupie might be so worked up she'd chew him out exclusively in Spanish for over an hour. In between kisses and hugs because his dumb ass came home in one piece. Getting his mind back on the present, Dave pulled up a map on his phone. "This may make it easier to find their base. They're coming down 287. Previous attempts tracked them as far as Palestine. We'll intersect with 287 just outside Palestine, so we'll pick a good spot when we get there and wait. I suspect they will be an hour or half hour behind us." "K." Dave zoomed and scrolled on his map for several minutes. "There's a community college north of the intersection. It has a parking lot that will give us a good view, but far enough away we could miss something. There's also a gas station and a convenience store on the south of the intersection, on the west side that would give better views, but higher risk of detection. It's probably closed. If we're the only car there, it's going to be awfully suspicious; especially if we pull out right after they pass." "Don't worry, Dad gave me a few lessons on shaking a tail, and on tailing. Just before I went off to college, he even had me drive back country roads with no lights; on the road or car. If we can avoid getting noticed when we first pull out; by waiting 'til we can just see their tail lights; we should be fine." "Let's go for the convenience store first. If it looks too dicey, we'll move off to the college parking lot." Liv nodded her agreement. The silence that followed persisted until the intersection loomed. The community college parking lot had all of its lights on, as did the Exxon just south of it. The Valero on the west side and south of the intersection had its awning lights on, but no more. No lights were on around the convenience store south of the highway confluence. Even better, there were two vehicles parked in the lot. Liv pulled into a space near one of the other vehicles. But not too close. She killed the lights, lowered the windows halfway, and turned off the ignition. Both occupants of the truck surveyed first the near vehicle, then the more distant one, looking for any sign of occupancy. If these guys were good, they might have a lookout posted to watch for a tail. During the forty-five minute wait, neither their eyes nor ears detected any sign of another person in the parking lot. For that matter, there was no sign of anyone around the college, or in the gas station south of them. The station across the way probably had an attendant inside. A low rumble coming from the northwest initially alerted Dave and Liv to their approaching quarry. Without exchanging words, they each hunched down in their seats. Both were on full alert. Hunter versus hunter was a dangerous game. Of course, if one hunter doesn't know the other is around, so much the better. For the other at least. Five S U V, varying from mid-size to huge, rolled swiftly through the interchange. They slowed from far in excess of highway speeds, down to something reasonable for the possibility of merging; if one had incredibly sparse traffic to handle. Which worked just fine, since there was absolutely zero traffic to merge with. As the engine sounds began to fade, Livy sat up and started the engine. She quickly doused the lights that automatically lit up before backing out from behind the vehicle two parking spaces over. Hopefully, it shielded them from the target's notice. Well, that and the fact the targets were headed away from them, and presumably keeping hostages in check. With swift, smooth motions, Olivia got the pickup on the highway following the distant trail of tail lights. Noting the woodlands on both sides of the highway limiting visibility around the curves, Livy began rapidly closing the distance. Balancing that were the few streetlamps and the need to not show up in the last vehicle's rearview mirror. The train of S U V passed under one, went dark again except for the taillight; which brightened briefly; then were illuminated again for a flash before disappearing. "Shit," she muttered. "It's gotta be the underpass for the loop. That's why they went left and cut off. They went behind the embankment. Just take the loop to the left and keep pressing. We'll catch them. Just be careful of more street lamps. I'm not sure if this loop they're hopping on is limited access. If they hit stoplights, we'll need to be very careful to avoid notice." "Right." There were a few traffic lights to negotiate, but both were solid green the entire time the runners and the pursuers were in view. The greater concern was the street lights near the intersections. Increasing their following distance once a traffic light became visible bought them some grace. They also took the risk of allowing the convoy to get out of view over a small rise while they waited just outside the pool of light before making the left at Park Ave. That was followed by mild panic until they could catch up with their quarry. A sweeping left turn awaited just over the crest. Dave spotted tail lights turning right as they finally hit a straight section. It turned out to be another curve in the road. This road had just enough curves to allow Livy to close the distance and remain unobserved. As the pursuing duo came around one curve, the convoy ahead was disappearing around the next. Just as they cleared a shallow 's' turn, Dave spotted tail lights disappearing to their right. "Ease up, I think we're going off onto a narrower road." By the time they reached the turn, Liv had them at an appropriate speed. No sign of the convoy ahead, and greater darkness with the trees closer in, she had to go slower. Fortunately, the road was winding through a few tight turns which caused the convoy to go even slower. They managed to catch sight of taillights and hear engine noises through the trees before they got close enough to be noticed. The asphalt took a gradual rightward curve, but a faint red glow inside the dust cloud ahead signaled the convoy had plunged ahead onto the dirt road. Hunter and unwitting prey slowed again, but the frequent braking and the scattering effect of the dust kept Dave and Liv well aware of their quarry's position. Liv coasted and maintained distance so she never had to touch the brake. To do so would reveal their pursuit. The convoy slowed further and Liv allowed the truck to coast to a stop. "Let's find a place to park this thing and dismount." Dave pointed off to a small pocket beside the road where the trees curved away from the dirt track. Each opened their door gingerly, sliding quietly to the wet grass. Liv and Dave first checked their own gear, then each other's. Satisfied they wore or carried everything they thought they would need, they eased the doors closed, latching them softly. "One benefit of this weather; the gators will be hibernating, and maybe the snakes too," Dave said in a whisper. "Brumating. And probably yes on both counts. The gators will be in the water, but the snakes will find a burrow or hollow log. So stay away from likely hidey holes." "Yes, professor." Dave's wry grin was both smart ass and respectful. Liv's nature knowledge far exceeded his own. Her reply smile was appreciative. Then both faces went blank as the two focused on their mission. Using every technique Carter had taught him, Dave slipped stealthily through the trees. Crouching, he moved swiftly from bole to bole, taking care to avoid rock piles and downed logs. The red glow in the distance was diminishing. He noticed sets of tail lights lining up side-by-side before extinguishing. They were parking. That was a good thing, because Dave and Liv were already on foot. That also meant the possibility of guards on the perimeter. Dave paused a bit longer in his position, searching for any sign of patrols or stationary sentinels. Seeing none, he dashed forward to a new location and watched again for any sign of an observer. Liv moved from her prior spot to the place Dave had just vacated. Morning twilight was in full swing, so the pair had good lighting. Periodically, Dave observed men moving to each vehicle, removing a woman, and leading her to one of the buildings. A few men guarded the vehicles, but their focus was on the occupants, not someone outside. All the better. Dave and Liv found themselves places within whisper distance a few feet back from the tree line. Unobstructed views with low probability of getting spotted. In better circumstances, they would observe for hours, from multiple positions around the clearing, gathering information and striking in the wee hours, or at first light tomorrow. But; those women being taken inside compelled faster action. Whatever these assholes were doing needed to be stopped. At the same time, they couldn't just rush in, or they'd lose, Dave would be dead, and Liv would be dead or worse. And not long after, the rest of his family would be in very dire straits. So don't fuck up, asshole . This had to be what Carter meant about walking the razor's edge. One thing was clear; these guys had no security posted. The pre-dawn twilight was sufficiently bright that someone looking out the window would spot them if they got stupid. The trees opened up into a large clearing. Within the open space sat the parked S U V, two large buildings, and several smaller ones. The two large buildings were corner adjacent and perpendicular on their long axes. They were somewhat longer than they were wide. The large building stretched wide across their eyeline seemed to be where everyone was gathered. That's the building the women had been taken into. Several others converged on that location not long after. About half an hour after the last man disappeared into the big building, Dave and Liv spotted someone leaving. He had someone over his shoulder. He headed for one of the smaller buildings. About five minutes later, it happened again. Time to communicate. He pulled out his phone, already set to silent, no vibration. Fortunately, he had a few bars. -Compound located. Track my location. Stuffing his phone in his pocket without waiting for a reply, Dave slid closer to his partner. "I'm going in closer. I'll get under the windows and listen in." Liv's face was unconvinced. "Is that wise?" "We need to know more before we do anything. I've got to get close enough to hear them. Get your rifle ready to snipe. Keep me covered. I'll pass on the outside of the first building," he pointed to the one that lay along their line of sight and perpendicular to the target building, "and then cross along the near wall of the one they're in. You'll be able to see me for most of that time, and you can see either end. You'll know if someone's about to come around and spot me." "We need Dad's low watt tactical radios." "If wishes were horses, hun." He gave her a quick kiss, then silently backed further into the trees. This allowed him to move more quickly without detection, though he still remained on alert for any sentries out here in the trees. There were none. Approaching the tree line again, he scanned thoroughly with eyes and ears, for any sign of someone that would spot him emerging. With still no sign, Dave dashed from the trees to the near wall of the likely empty large building. There he waited, listening for any sound suggesting he'd been seen. His heart was pounding. He worked to calm himself so he could hear anything over the roar of the blood in his ears. Of course, that could just be the contrast. This rural fall morning was incredibly quiet thus far. Satisfied he was as yet undetected, Dave moved stealthily to the far corner of the building. He put a hand on the wall, feeling the rough brick exterior. It was distinctly not new, but not decrepit either. A few short steps brought him to the building's corner. Using the 'slicing the pie' tactic Carter taught him so long ago; and re-taught over and over and over; Dave passed around the corner to find no one there. Hugging the wall, he crept by, pausing at each of the two doors, listening for any sign of occupancy. By the time he reached the end of the building near the occupied building, the sun was not yet up, but the sky was well-lit. As was the compound. With more on the line, Dave took more time with his pie-slicing cornering technique. The rest of the compound, then the side wall of the other building, and then the back wall of the target building came slowly into view, all devoid of other humans. He slid carefully along the sidewall of the empty building until he was near the corner closest to his target. With his head only he once more rounded the corner, verifying no one had entered the small area bounded by the two buildings on two sides in the time he'd been behind the first one. Sure that he was clear, he crossed the gap to the second building. He watched his footfalls carefully since the area conjoining the two buildings had been cemented in a rectangular shape. Postholes along the edges suggested this might be some sort of outdoor area with an awning during warmer times. A broom at the corner Dave was heading for suggested someone took the time to keep it clear of debris. At least he didn't have to worry about stepping on a twig. Dave heard a door open, then close. Footsteps in grass reached his ears but receded. He swiftly slid along the wall to the front of the building and took a cautious peek. Once again, a man was walking toward one of the smaller buildings, this time carrying a woman in his arms rather than over his shoulder. Dave eased himself away from that corner and back to the corner proximate to the back wall. He had to step carefully around the broom again as he came around to the semi-enclosed courtyard. Dave eased his way carefully along the back wall. At least now he had the benefit of knowing Liv could watch the area around him and cover him as needed. He crept carefully, listening for sounds through the wall. Primarily though, he knew his best chances were under the three windows, two of which were close together, more than halfway down the building's length. As he approached an exterior vent for a dryer, he paused. For a moment the thought flashed through his mind that this would be the ideal place for a snake to hide. Then his rational brain took over, reminding him that the intermittent nature was likely insufficient to help a snake survive through the winter. They were more likely off in the woods somewhere or hiding in the walls of one of the houses. The first window was just past the vent. Dave paused. He waited for a few minutes, but heard nothing. He edged up, his face upturned, his nose turned away from the building. Edging upward, he allowed his peripheral vision a first glimpse in the window. It was dark. He turned his head slowly, seeking greater detail. A few shadows and a small light on the back wall limned out an empty kitchen space for a community. Efficient, but a little too regimented for Dave's taste. A little too zombie group think. Dave moved forward. This time he skirted around a pile of small diameter metal pipes. Must be for a future irrigation project or outdoor faucet. The next window was only a few feet past the pile. Dave had to be careful how far out he went. He crouched and quickly got back to the wall once past the pipes. He could already hear voices. Someone was angry. "I said sit the fuck back down. You dumbasses cost us three men with your half-assed raid. No, you don't get a shot at any of the women from this raid. You're lucky we let you fucking live. One more fucking word out of your fucking mouth and I will shit-can all your asses. And you, big mouth, you'll go last; after I ass fuck your sister without a new dose! You can watch her melt like somebody poured battery acid in her shithole, then I'll kill you, with the memory of her screams in your fucking ears!" Dave went cold. His mind called up one of the videos about the dangers for a woman exposed to the semen of any man other than her partner. Anger welled up in him, but he tamped it down. A berserker rage banged against the walls of Dave's discipline. He held his focus, knowing he would only accomplish his goal with cold efficiency. All the things Carter said over the years, words that had been whirling in his ears since the moment of the break-in, all settled into cold clarity. Yeah, they were gonna die. In due time. He crept closer. Again taking care to avoid detection, Dave saw a woman select a syringe full of a vibrant green substance. She moved over to; a dead body on the floor? What the hell? Why is she injecting the dead guy? Wait, now it's purple inside? Maybe he just misidentified the earlier color? The woman with the syringe stood. A man dragged a blonde woman over to a table near the lady with the syringe. Dave heard her whimpering once she was close. A second man took the woman's other arm. The two men held her pinned, face down, against the table as her whimpering turned to active cries. Dave's stomach turned over. A third man pulled the woman's pajama pants down. She wore no panties. The woman with the syringe approached. The way she walked, and the look on her face, gave the impression she was walking to the gallows. Dave swore she mouthed the word 'Sorry' to the pinned woman before injecting her with the purple contents of her syringe. Immediately, the woman jerked and thrashed. The man behind her dropped his pants. Dave dropped low, not needing to see anymore. Hell, he'd seen far more than he ever wanted to. The cries and sounds he heard had a certain resonance with the priming and later imprinting orgasms of his partners. But overlaid with a guttural, raw emotionality. Then there was no more sound from the woman. A few low conversations between the men, and then Dave heard the door on the other side of the building open. Dave duck-walked away from the window and around the pipes. Once against the wall again he raised up a bit and paused. He needed to collect his thoughts. What to do was clear. Kill every man here. Given what they were doing, there were no innocents. The only questions revolved around how to do what needed to be done. Ideas formed in his head, but he needed to confer with Olivia. At the very least, she needed to know his intentions. Teamwork would be vital. He also trusted her judgment. Her input could prove useful. It often did. Something more about Olivia was rattling around the back of his head. A thought jumping up and down, demanding attention, but not coming forward. Like a word sitting on the tip of your tongue you just can't say. Something he knew, but wasn't fully acknowledging. It didn't seem related to the immediate task, so Dave moved his attention elsewhere. The number of trips from the large building to the smaller ones was very nearly the number of trips from the cars to the big building earlier. That meant soon the men would no longer be occupied with; what they had been doing. Since some had recently come back from a raid, they were likely to bed down soon. That would be a good time to strike. Time to move and communicate. The door had cycled twice more during Dave's thinking. As he rounded the corner of the empty building, free to move unobserved, he heard the door slam open. He froze in place, a few steps past the corner, where he could listen without being detected. Multiple footsteps approached, and sharp mutterings between two men. The footfalls changed as they crossed from the grass onto the concrete. Their voices became clearer too. "Why drag her all the way out here? It's fucking cold and wet." "'Cuz I don't wanna clean up the fucking mess when the old bitch slags, that's why! Grass will just eat it up and get nice and green next summer. Inside, the carpet and the fucking pad have to be replaced." Dave's blood boiled. He tamped it down for immediate purposes. He also started moving back the way he came. Weapon at the ready, he rounded the corner again. Three figures were just crossing off the concrete pad and back into the grass. Two males in hunter camo and a naked blonde woman sobbing as they dragged her between them. They stopped several steps off the pad. One man was out of view, the empty building blocking Dave's line of sight to him. Liv surely had a good shot on him, but she might not yet know enough to take it. She'd know soon enough though. The man Dave could see was turned away from Dave, with the woman collapsed, on her knees in front of him, looking away from Dave also. By their orientations, the man that was out of sight was probably facing the corner and would see Dave the instant he came around it. Fortune favors the brave . One of Carter's favorite phrases. Dave slipped the MP5 back behind him, on safe, he pulled the.22 pistol from his holster, and the silencer from his cargo pocket, mated them gently, and carefully began screwing the silencer in place. The woman cried out, pleading for mercy. Unseen by Dave, the second man slapped her, the sound unmistakable. Dave was moving as the slap echoed. His face etched in stone. No anger in his visage, no mercy in his eyes. His weapon came up smoothly as his feet accelerated him along the wall towards the man in his vision. Dave was now a fire and maneuver platform for the pistol. Just before he cleared the corner, he fired three rounds, all into the man's upper left back. His shot group was as perfect as the practices with Carter over the years. At least one of the rounds went through the man's heart. The suppressor dulled the sound of firing, and the subsonic ammunition avoided the supersonic crack of the rounds that would surely draw attention. The stricken man fell even as Dave came around the corner, rounding on the next target. That man was just beginning to look towards the corner with a curious expression. Dave fired again. Three rounds, just as Carter had trained him. He also dropped with no further resistance or sound. The first target was on the ground and the second descending, knees buckling beneath a falling torso, when the shuddering blonde woman registered the changes. She began to rise and turn around. Dave reached her at that same moment, grabbing her bicep and hauling her to her feet. To forestall undesirable attention, he shifted his hand from her arm to her mouth, clamping it shut. He got there just in time. The woman stared at him, terror in her wide-open eyes. He held his pistol low and to the side, but her eyes ping-ponged several times from it to his face. As frightened as she was, her eyes settled, then roved over his face. Within seconds her terror was held in check. Not gone but shoved aside. Like she was ready to believe something less evil than that of the other men's plans was now upon her. "Stay quiet, I need to get you out of here." She nodded. Wariness was present, but also a willingness to believe in; something. Grabbing her hand, Dave led her across the concrete pad and around the corner of the empty building. He didn't stop until they'd passed the length of the building, now leaning against the short wall, in full sight of Olivia. In pausing, Dave was reminded consciously of what his subconscious had of course noted; the woman wore not a stitch of clothing. He quickly averted his eyes, but not before registering her phenomenal figure. Granted, the condition of her skin on her face and her body indicated a woman with more than just a few decades of experience on this little ball of rock, but she was none the worse for wear by any means. Fit was an entirely apt description. Her tits had a natural sag, but still bore a certain firmness as well as a modest heft. And her eyes. Her eyes were captivating. Penetrating even. They stared at him from a gently rectangular face. Modestly arched eyebrows topped those gazing deep green orbs, and model perfect cheekbones provided a pedestal for those eyes to rest upon. Shapely, proportionate lips still trembled slightly beneath a nose that was not quite angular, and more than a button. Her face would fit in on a magazine cover or a boardroom. A face that could launch a thousand simps. "Let's get into the trees. My partner, Olivia, is waiting for us. Once we get away from prying eyes, we can give you something to cover up with. What's your name?"" Her face warmed briefly even as her arms instinctively moved to shield her tits. "Natasha." Her voice was unsteady, but not weak. "That way, Natasha." Dave pointed to a small gap between two young trees. Nothing he'd seen suggested she was a plant or any other kind of trap, but with only himself and Liv, he realized there was no room for fuck-ups. He spent much of his time walking sideways, keeping an eye to their rear. They entered the trees easily and without getting spotted. Natasha immediately slowed, picking her places to step more carefully with her bare feet on the woodland surface. They proceeded straight back from the buildings, in reverse of Dave's approach. He caught her arm when they reached the point to turn left towards Liv. Pointing quietly, Dave directed her on the new course. She nodded and kept moving. A few steps later, things started getting exciting. "Oh, holy Shit!" Even before his head turned, he knew the speaker was in the same vicinity as the two bodies he'd left behind. Through the intervening trees, Dave spotted a man standing in the gap between buildings. He safed the pistol and started unscrewing the silencer. There was no angle in stealth anymore. Once separated, the pistol went back in the holster and the silencer in his cargo pocket. He brought his MP5 back around. The man circled the two bodies slowly. Dave quietly moved closer to Liv, until they could see each other. With her attention on him, Dave drew his hand across his neck, then pointed at the man still examining the space where his friends had fallen. He heard the report of the rifle at nearly the same instant the back of the man's head sprouted a jet of blood and tissue. Dave hustled the last several steps to Liv's position. Liv gave him a wry smile as she looked behind him. "Recruiting more ladies, David?" As Dave began to object, her smile dropped. "I saw the whole thing. I didn't hear what was said, but they had it coming, that's for sure." "Yeah well, we need to get her warm and clothed. And still deal with these guys." "I've got spare clothes in the truck. Let her hide inside. At least get her out of the elements." Two men appeared, one on either end of the occupied building. Dave, Liv, and their charge were too deep in the trees for the men to spot. Besides, they were focused on the three bodies they could see. "Okay, I'm going to get her in sight of the truck, and then head down the backside of that building," Dave pointed to the empty building. "Got it. So, do I let these guys go back inside?" Do I tell her to take the shot? We're already all in here . Something in Dave went cold. "Once they turn back, take the shot." Liv merely nodded, her attention, earlier divided between her scope and Dave, was now fully downrange. Dave ushered Natasha along a tiny foot path, giving her some ease in foot placement. He tried to keep his eyes off her naked form, but when she jumped at Liv's first shot, the jostling of her tits was magnetic. He turned his eyes away quickly. Fortunately, he was able to spot the truck at this range. "We're going to have to work quickly to shut these guys down. Can you see that white patch through the trees?" Dave pointed in the direction he wanted her to look. Natasha nodded. "That's our truck. The door is unlocked. Get in there and get out of the wind. That will help you warm up some. Liv says she has a change of clothes behind the seat. Take a quick look to see if you can find a shirt or something. Then stay low, stay out of sight." The woman nodded again. "You are leaving me?" "I have to stop all of them before they hurt anyone else." Another shot rang out. She lunged at Dave, wrapping her arms around his neck. He was alarmed for just a moment, but he felt the shaking of her silent cries. She jolted again with the next shot. He gave her several seconds, then peeled her arms off of him. "I have to go." With that, he turned and hustled to a spot along the tree line proximate to the edge of the empty building. He was still covered by trees when he spotted a man moving toward him along the building. He's trying to flank Liv . Dave took up a firing position braced against a tree. Then he fired three rounds. The man dropped without a sound, though the shots echoed through the compound. Another crack from Liv's rifle announced her continued engagement with their opponents. If Dave didn't get engaged soon, they could overwhelm her. He sprinted across the gap and raced down the building's length. Another shot rang out. Dave reached the corner of the building, breathing hard, heart pounding. He heard feet slapping concrete and then go quiet. Swiftly turning the corner, he saw two men sprinting away, through the gap between buildings, and one more passing the other end of the building in the distance. Then another came around the corner near him, the follow-on to the two with their backs to him. He noticed Dave as Dave's SMG reached chest height. Dave's trigger finger pulled three times, smoothly, in quick succession. Three widely spaced red spots erupted on the man's chest. He fell against the wall and slid down. The man's weapon clattered to the concrete pad. Immediately, Dave shifted to the men headed away. One was beginning to turn. Dave fired on him first, this time with his weapon fully raised, taking aim and grouping his shots. Dave shifted to the second man that hadn't yet keyed on Dave's position behind him. With three rounds in his upper chest while running full tilt, the man tumbled to the ground. While Dave was taking out his targets, he'd registered two shots from Liv's rifle. That meant ten men in total they'd killed. But how many were there? At least ten, since the S U V had two men each. What Dave didn't know was how many were left behind to hold down the fort while the attackers were out. As he mulled over the issue, he dealt with two more immediate concerns. His weapon locked open on his last shot. He triggered the magazine release with his right, catching and removing the spent magazine with his left. Quickly, he stuffed the empty mag in his cargo pocket before pulling a fresh magazine from his tacvest. With a fresh magazine in place, he pressed the bolt release, driving a new round home. To be continued in part 11, Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts, for Literotica.

Author : Laura Pearlman Narrator : Laura Pearlman Hosts : Alasdair Stuart and Summer Fletcher Audio Producer : Summer Brooks This story was originally published in Mothership Zeta, May 2016, and republished in Escape Pod 650: Some Things I Probably Should Have Mentioned Earlier (LIVE) This is a live reading from Worldcon 2018. Some Things […] Source

ABOUT THE EPISODEListen in as David Schrock and Stephen Wellum interview Levi Secord on his COA Longform Essay: "Law is King: How the BIble Shapes Our View of Law & Civil Government"Timestamps00:30 – Intro03:38 – The Background Behind Servant Not Savior05:11 – What are Some Things that Need to be On Our Radar as We Discuss This Subject?08:15 – Walking Us Through the History from the King to the Law10:27 – The Place of Natural Law13:15 – Where in the Bible Do We Encounter Rutherford's Ideas?15:49 – Nations Making Covenants21:00 – What is the Responsibility of Christians to Remind the Government of Their Role Before God?22:57 – Who's Role is it to Preach Before the Government?29:00 – Political Theology is not Just from the Old Testament31:32 – How Should We Read the OT Law to the King and Apply It Today?36:50 – How Does Progressive Covenantalism Apply the Law?40:22 – The Principle of General Equity42:03 – What Can Nations Learn from Israel? From the Church?47:20 – Good Government is the Exception to the Rule51:25 – The Case for Bringing the Bible to the Public Square54:50 – Natural Law is Not Devoid of Special Revelation56:10 – Levi Secord's Final Encouragements57:40 – OutroResources to Click“Law is King: How the Bible Shapes Our View of Law & Civil Government” – Levi Secord136: Political Islam – Just Thinking Podcast2026 National Founders Conference: Make DisciplesTheme of the Month: Christmas BuffetGive to Support the WorkBooks to ReadServant Not Savior: An Introduction to the Bible's Teaching about Civil Government – Levi SecordDefending the Declaration: How the Bible and Christianity Influenced the Writing of the Declaration of Independence – Gary AmosA Christian Manifesto – Francis SchaefferHow Should We Then Live? – Francis SchaefferHe Is There and He Is Not Silent – Francis SchaefferLex Rex: The Law is King – Samuel RutherfordThe Origins of American Constitutionalism – Donald LutzColossians and Philemon (ZECotNT) – David W. PaoThe Gospel of Matthew (NICNT) – R.T. FranceThe Mission of God: A Manifesto of Hope for Society – Joseph BootThe Emergence of Liberty in the Modern World – Douglas F. KellyDominion – Tom HollandThe Book that Made Your World: How the Bible Created the Soul of Western Civilization – Vishal MangalwadiMere Christendom – Douglas Wilson

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After a full day in clinic chatting with people who feel like their tinnitus is the loudest in the world… I come home and reflect on something I hear every single day — and something I used to believe myself.In today's video, I'm breaking down why your tinnitus feels louder (even when it isn't), how monitoring and hyper-awareness trick the brain, and why things like poor sleep, stress, or nighttime quiet make the sound seem so much more intrusive. We'll talk about the brain's attention system, how habituation really works, and the simple shifts that can help you feel more in control again.If you feel like your tinnitus is “getting louder,” “taking over your brain,” or that you notice it more than anyone else, I promise this video will give you clarity, reassurance, and real tools you can start using today. You're not alone — and what you're feeling has a *reason*.

After years of suffering with tinnitus, I know the hardest part isn't just the sound itself, it's the constant, overwhelming panic to make it stop.In today's video, I'm providing the comprehensive guide you need to master Sound Enrichment and move beyond the mistake of blasting sound. I break down exactly how to use sound the right way.The Tinnitus Masking Mistake: Why aggressively playing sound *louder* than your tinnitus makes your anxiety worse (I used to do this!).The Mixing Point Secret: How to find the perfect, subtle balance, where the sound is just *below* your tinnitus, allowing your brain to habituate.Next-Level Sound Options: Why you should skip harsh white noise and try Brown Noise or Pink Noise instead.Creative Enrichment: My unique, seamless tools like a desk fountain and the natural sounds of my pet birds that blend into daily life.The goal isn't to fight the sound, it's to integrate relief seamlessly so you can stop obsessing. You are training your brain, and this video shows you how.

After decades of living with tinnitus, I know the hardest part isn't just the sound itself, it's also trying to get the people closest to you to understand the invisible struggle.In today's video, I'm providing the tool you need. This is the simple, comprehensive video you can send directly to your partner, boss, friends, or family so they can finally understand what chronic tinnitus is actually like.I break down the struggle using clear, relatable analogies.You are not struggling alone, and your struggle is not invisible. Use this video to build the informed support system you deserve.

In this episode I breakdown what it feels like it various points on your fitness journey. Sometimes when you don't know what its supposed to feel like, you can convince yourself you need to pivot or quit. Somethings and feelings are just part of the journey.Apply for Personal Training with us: https://link.elite360.io/widget/form/T5CK4VnbyZVEkSt3CzF3Get HUGE Savings on clean natural supplements from Legion!https://legionathletics.com/by using the code: DisneyfitDisney Fitness Group-https://www.skool.com/magical-transformations/aboutInstagram-https://www.instagram.com/thedisneyfitcoach/https://www.instagram.com/dinksndisney/

As you go up the income level things become better be its gets more complex as you grow the income level. So it will take more time for you to understand the full use or full lesson as you have to interact with it more to get the full use. You can't just use it one time and know everything about it

We usually think radicalisation is something that happens to young people. Teenagers doomscrolling in dark bedrooms, or twenty-somethings disappearing into algorithmic rabbit holes. But look around, and the picture feels very different. The loudest voices in the culture wars, the Facebook fire-starters, the men who seem permanently furious in comment sections and group chats. They're in their 40s, 50s, even older, and they're getting swept up in a digital storm they were never taught to navigate. Today on The Bunker, Zoë Grünewald is joined by Dr Sara Wilford, Associate Professor at De Montfort University, to explore why people in mid-life are becoming increasingly vulnerable to online radicalisation and what this shift means for the rest of us.   • Head to nakedwines.co.uk/thebunker to get 6 top-rated wines from our sponsor Naked Wines for £39.99, delivery included. www.patreon.com/bunkercast  Follow us on BlueSky: https://bsky.app/profile/bunkerpod.bsky.social  Written and presented by Zoë Grünewald. Producer: Liam Tait. Audio editor: Robin Leeburn. Managing editor: Jacob Jarvis. Design by James Parrett. Music by Kenny Dickinson. Group Editor: Andrew Harrison. THE BUNKER is a Podmasters Production. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Episode 218 - Nov. 25th, 2025 - Low Vibration Behavior - Violations Counter - DJ Intence - 1 x Walt - 5 x Ceddy - 11 - RIP Jimmy Cliff & RIP Viola Fletcher - @DJIntence views on OWNING Physical Material instead of Digital - Ohio now Allowing High School Athletes to earn Income with NIL - Origins of Far-Right Twitter Profiles, Non-American Based Profiles (@harryjsisson) - @Im_Waltttt Fantasy Football & NFL Talk - The lack of Accountability within Current Sports Landscape (Exhibit A - Philadelphia Eagles; New York Giants Fall from Grace) - Sports & Health. Being to Heavily Invested into Sports - Pras Sentenced For Numerous Years - Kylian Mbappe vs PSG Lawsuit (Paris Saint-Germain) - RIP @squidkid1111 - Suicide Awareness & Mental Issues - The CREATOR of Rock & Roll. Sister Rosetta Tharpe - The Train & her RIFT Tharpe Guitar Rift - Anti-Colorism within Anime. Blacks within Anime & Comics - Federal jury awards $80M to the estate of a New York Man wrongfully convicted of murder. The Darryl Boyd Story -  Wise Guy's Corner - @Thej.c.cartershow. Hijacked by @adawavewalt90. STORIES on Al Gore INNANET (aka INTERNET, ONLINE) stay forever. Somethings are BETTER left offline. Woman discovers her partner into Rectum Play. Press Play - JC Carter Show Clip - Wise Guy's Corner - @DJIntence getting RIGHT

Your 30s are a high-impact decade: financially, professionally, and personally. In this clip, Glen James, John Pidgeon, and Rachelle Kroon break down the key foundations to have in place, what to focus on when building wealth, and the mindset shifts that matter most.This audio is from a clip on the money money money YouTube channel: https://youtu.be/B0CVsS76dtImoney money money is proudly brought to you by Sphere Home Loans. No matter where you are in Australia, their team is ready to assist with your mortgage needs—whether you're purchasing a home, investing in property, or looking to refinance.Sphere Home Loans: https://www.spherehomeloans.com.au/Learn how to be a better investor with 'The Quick-Start Guide to Investing' book: https://amzn.to/4dE11aiWe hate email spam so we don't create it! Sign up to our newsletter to get only the valuable money, careers and property info you need: https://email.moneypodcast.com.au/Need a system to manage your money? Check out the free Glen James Spending Plan here: https://education.moneypodcast.com.au/courses/the-glen-james-spending-planThis video is for education and entertainment purposes. It is not intended as a substitute for professional financial, tax or legal advice. Any advice is general financial advice only which does not take into account your objectives, financial situation or needs. Because of that, you should consider if the advice is appropriate to you and your needs, before acting on the information. If you do choose to buy a financial product read the product disclosure statement and obtain appropriate financial advice tailored to your needs. We may discuss products, services and answer listener questions on this video for entertainment & illustration purposes only. We may change the name of the questioner for anonymity. It is impossible to give you personal advice on an entertainment video as we do not know the details of your personal financial situation. While we do our best to provide accurate information, we accept no responsibility for any inaccuracies that may be communicated in this video. SYMO interactive Pty Ltd, the publisher of the video, is an authorised representative of MoneySherpa Pty Ltd (as is Glen James) which holds financial services licence 451289. Please read our Financial Services Guide located at moneypodcast.com.au. This video is intended for residents of Australia.Intro theme:"Coal" by HartleyLicensed via Shutterstock Music – royalty-free, commercial use permitted.Community Segment Theme:"Tuscan" by Geoffrey JerrellLicensed via Shutterstock Music – royalty-free, commercial use permitted.Midroll Advice Segment:"Sunset Paradise Pop" by Lesion XLicensed via Pixabay Music – royalty-free for commercial use.Outro Music:"Photograph" by nomaBeatsLicensed via Pixabay Music – royalty-free for commercial use.No copyright infringement intended. All music used under appropriate commercial licences. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

It's time for more new stuff on The Antidote. Every week we receive a huge selection of new singles from a wide variety of artists. Get into some rock, pop, indie and rock songs that will change your day and bolster your faith. Music from: Switch Songstorm The Echoing Green …

Strap into your tighty-whiteys folks, because this week we take on Something's Gotta Give, a movie that opens with Crazy Town's “Butterfly” and only gets more bewildering from there. Nick, Elise, and Anthony wade through a Hamptons fantasy land where everyone is wealthy beyond reason, morals take the day off, and Jack Nicholson wanders around in tighty-whiteys giving new meaning to his SAG card. We did not plan to hit this one, but Diane Keaton's passing continues our accidental tradition of rearranging the watchlist every time Hollywood breaks our hearts. Once the shock wears off, the real questions start piling up. Why is half the cast named “Beauty,” and why does the movie treat CPR like a party trick? How is Keanu Reeves the only person behaving like he belongs in a functioning society? And at what point did Nancy Myers decide that age gaps large enough to trigger a carbon dating session should be adorable? Step aside Geoff and make room for Fair Weather Manny who decided that this is a world so disconnected from reality that he tapped out of this episode.   By the time we wrap, we are staring down the film's unbelievable box office numbers, the critic scores that feel like clerical errors, and the troubling fact that Nicholson's undercarriage has more screen presence than some billed actors. Pull up a chair and pour one out for Diane Keaton. You deserved better, we all did. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0337741/  

We get right back into it as we talk people who over personalize things their partners do, times when men showing their emotions is not appropriate, men feeling like their voices have shrunk in the times of thwwomens empowerment movement, and jennifer lopez says she has never been loved... Enjoy!!Socials:JD@JDTheOpinionated on instagram

A new MP3 sermon from Calvary Bible Baptist Church is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Some Things in Hell Our Church Needs Subtitle: The Gospel of Luke Speaker: Christopher Replogle Broadcaster: Calvary Bible Baptist Church Event: Prayer Meeting Date: 10/29/2025 Bible: Luke 16:19-31 Length: 35 min.

Welcome Back to So Shameless! This week we welcome JD back as Tahoe asks Daj why she doesnt show her friends more empathy when they have a problem with the way she treats them..Be back later with more!SocialsJD@JdTheOpinionated on InstagramListen to JD's show In Living Black on all streaming platforms

The boys are picking up some momentum, with 4 points this week, a beauty win in EDM, guys are starting to step up. Then we sit down with Marek Schlenker a second generation Pat.(3:48) Lethbridge game(11:45) Red Deer game(13:58) Edmonton game(18:30) Somethings happened, this team is starting roll(24:25) A look at the standings(27:00) The week ahead(30:13) Marek Schlenker - Pats Cast Player ProfileLike, share & subscribe to the show!Follow us on X @whlpatscast, @theblueliner & @theclarksyMusic from #Uppbeat (free for Creators!):https://uppbeat.io/t/evoli/hit-em-hardLicense code: AZYP3U37EHYBTSKZhttps://uppbeat.io/t/ra/let-good-times-rollLicense code: 7RFOTI5LE8PZCRQF

What's up and welcome back to the Something's Bruin Podcast! Mel is BACK! Nick makes his triumphant return home from London as the guys discuss the first 7 games of the season, lineup shuffling, McAvoy's struggles, penalty problems, goaltending, Marco Sturm's system, Poitras, Lysell and other youth along with the much anticipated return of Brad Marchand.

30 D&D Millennial Merch is Here for Spooky Season!The countdown to Halloween continues as your favorite sick, sad millennials play a millennial chaos game all about their favorite parts of Spooky Season. Clarissa and Kourtney are throwing out "this or that" style questions on the Addams Family, 90s Halloween nostalgia, horror movies, trick-or-treat candies, and so much more. Plus, they take a trip Back in Time to 1989 heavily influenced by the one and only Taylor Swift's most recent album.Disclaimer: This is an entertainment podcast based on individual perspective, experience, and opinion. The content of this episode is not professional, medical, legal, financial, or psychological advice of any kind and should not be taken as such under any circumstances. The views expressed do not reflect on any other persons, businesses, or institutions nor should content be taken as concrete fact or allegation of any kind. Any outside content is used in a transformative and commentary manner in line with Fair Use. Much of the exchange in this episode and podcast as a whole are meant to be personal, often comedic, and observational in nature. Please enjoy in context.

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CW: This episode contains discussions about television, movies, and other media that depict mental health issues and crises, trauma, abuse, self-harm, suicide, sexual violence, substance abuse, and other potentially triggering topics throughout. Please be aware and listen with this warning in mind. If you or someone you know is struggling, scroll down for resources.This week, your millennial cohosts are getting real about how mental health, illness, and emotional struggles have been portrayed in the media, and how those portrayals have changed from their 90s/2000s youths to now. After sharing their own recent grief experiences and a trip Back in Time to 2007, Kourtney and Clarissa are deep diving into some of the media representations of mental health issues they think are positive, negative, and somewhere in the middle. From newer shows like "13 Reasons Why' in the 2010s back to 90s sitcoms and 2000s melodramas, they're breaking down what they think works, what's gotten better, and how their own mental health journeys impact those opinions.If you or someone you know is dealing with substance abuse issues, help is available. SAMHSA's National Helpline, 1-800-662-HELP (4357)If you or someone you know needs emotional or mental health support, help is available. You are not alone and you are not a burden. Call 988 and learn more.The content of this episode is not medical advice and should not be taken as such under any circumstances. The views expressed do not reflect on any other persons, businesses, or institutions nor should they be taken as concrete fact, expert opinion, or allegation of any kind. The views expressed do not reflect on any other persons, businesses, or institutions nor should they be taken as concrete fact or allegation of any kind. Any outside content is used in a transformative manner in line with Fair Use, and we have not been compensated by any parties for this episode. Much of the exchange in this episode and podcast as a whole are meant to be personal, often comedic, and observational in nature. Please enjoy in context.

Welcome back to The Cashflow Project! In this episode, we sit down with Mike Cossette—real estate broker, investor, and co-owner of RE/MAX Gateway in Austin, Texas. From house hacking in college with his fraternity brothers to building a diverse portfolio of luxury homes, multifamily, Airbnbs, and even a Florida island, Mike shares how creative financing, path-of-progress investing, and taking calculated risks shaped his journey. Packed with insights on resilience, diversification, and opportunities in Central Texas, this conversation is a must-listen for both new and seasoned investors. [00:00] College Real Estate Journey [04:55] Fraternity-Inspired Real Estate Venture [09:23] House Hacking: Maximize Financial Potential [13:07] Surviving Hurricanes with SBA Help [16:31] Central Texas Warehouse Investment Boom [18:01] Warehouse Investment Boom [23:52] Single Property vs. Multiple Properties [24:37] "Multifamily Real Estate Leverage Benefits" [30:41] Real Estate Agents: Invest to Succeed [33:11] "Networking Wisdom for 20-Somethings" [38:13] Chat with Investor Mike Cassetti [39:00] Meetups and Conference in Honolulu Connect with Mike Cossette! Website Instagram Facebook Connect with The Cashflow Project! Website LinkedIn YouTube Facebook Instagram

You have a problem. Your software subscriptions are seeing record signups but you're also losing people at an alarming rate. You've got investors breathing down your neck to grow your 2 year old SaaS company. Somethings missing, you just can't put your finger on it. You end up hiring a CX/UX Consultant, like our friend Nick Cawthon, Founder of Gauge, who joins us on this episode of The Longer Game. You find out you don't have the right feedback loops in place. Because of this, nobody is telling you your software functionality isn't quite what you thought it was. People like it but they're having to do manual work that should be intuitive in your design and your next new feature? They just don't need it. Listen in to hear how Nick handles these kinds of situations and why you always need to know where the closest coffee shop is. Grab your coffee, close your eyes, and enjoy the view.The Longer Game is a podcast focused on leaning into the trends and advancements in retail so brands see a clearer path to success across ALL channels. We're looking at retail in a whole new way, looking to better understand the future of retail. It's Retail Reimagined. Sharing hope about the future. No one channel can a business sustain. Go omni-channel.Like what you're hearing? Subscribe to our channel and make sure to click or tap the bell so you get notified whenever new episodes drop.Want to learn more about The Longer Game? Head over to https://thelongergame.com to read show notes, watch more episodes, or contact us.Follow us on LinkedIn: https://linkedin.com/company/thelongergameFollow us on Instagram: https://instagram.com/thelongergameFollow us on Facebook: https://facebook.com/thelongergameOur guest's Name is Nick Cawthon. Nick helps design teams stay ahead of the curve with their AI transformation. He has been curating self-assessments for UX & Design Teams at retrain.gauge.io, helping analyze industry trends and removing barriers to adoption. Nick founded Gauge in 2001 in the San Francisco Bay Area to help organizations with evidence-based strategy and product decisions. Clients have grown to include Electronic Arts, Genentech, Airbnb, Adobe, and many others. Nick is a professor in Data Literacy and Visualization in the Design Strategy MBA program at his alma mater, California College of the Arts. You can find them at...Website: https://gauge.io/Find them on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/nickcawthon-ux-digital-agency-product-design-leadership/Michael Maher, the host, would love to connect with you. Reach out to him at…Email: michael@thinkcartology.comLinkedIn: https://linkedin.com/in/immichaelmaherThis podcast is sponsored by Cartology and Podcastify Me.Cartology is a customized done-for-you service agency that helps brands accelerate growth and get profitable on the Amazon marketplace. They work directly with brands to create strategy and then go right out and execute it. Want to find out more?Website: https://thinkcartology.comFind Cartology on LinkedIn: https://linkedin.com/company/cartologyFind Cartology on Instagram: https://instagram.com/thinkcartologyFind Cartology on Facebook: https://facebook.com/thinkcartologyPodcastify Me is designed to help coaches of all kinds enter the podcasting space with minimal lift for them. And, inviting past, current and future clients to your show as part of your marketing and sales process sets you apart from your competition, in a time where podcasting is really gaining popularity.Website: https://podcastify.meFind Podcastify Me on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/podcastify-me/Find Podcastify Me on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/podcastify.me/Find Podcastify Me on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCf2biqOTN2UbZ5aaM4Sx6NQ

What can the Rouge White & Blue CFL Podcast say about week 12 of the 2025 CFL season? Well, it's a podcast, so you can be sure RWB co-hosts Joe Pritchard and Os Davis fins something to say. Lots of somethings, in fact. Somethings like: Wouldn't the Winnipeg Blue Bombers really, *really* like a bye right about now? Speaking of weirded-out schedules, how about the Calgary Stampeders now sitting at 5-0 versus the Bombers and Saskatchewan Roughriders? Is there anything more disenheartening than watching a star-studded Montreal Alouettes defense go for naught as the offense gets completely crushed in TOP and, you know, points scored? How about those Toronto Argonauts, hanging 51 on the BC Lions and suddenly playing themselves into contention? And how about those Edmonton Elks, just a half-game out of the playoffs while helmed by the mysteriously underrated Cody Fajardo? Answers (or at least attempts thereof) to these questions and more – plus picks and predictios for the Labour Day Classics of week 13… The Rouge, White & Blue CFL Podcast: Sorry, the N-F-what?

Text the show! The link's in the episode notes — let's talk storyWelcome to a brand new season of the podcast — because honestly, something's gotta change. In this episode, I'm opening up about where I'm at, why I've been rethinking how I do this show, and the new direction I feel God leading me in.No pressure, no preaching — just me, talking story about faith, life, and the real stuff we go through. I'm excited (and a little nervous) to shift things up, but I know it's time.So let's talk stories about change, growth, and what's ahead for the Faith & Aloha Podcast.Mahalo for joining me today and for letting me share this space with you. Let's keep walking in faith and aloha, together. Find me on Instagram @uikumuhoneConnect with me on Facebook @Uilani Kumuhone [personal] The Fait&Aloha Space Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/share/g/16SLYE4QC4/ I would love to connect with you! If you would like to be a guest on the show email me uilanikumuhone@gmail.com I would love to have you on and talk about how God is working in your life. supporting biblical resources You Version bible website:https://www.bible.com/ Topical bible verse search: https://www.openbible.info/topics/ Come as you are. Grow as He leads. Walk in aloha.

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EXPLICIT CONTENT: talking all things SEX from teens to 40's and what's changed in between. Women in their 20's may surely talk sex, but sometimes "the talk" is skipping some major details. Today, our 3 co-hosts share their best advice after a combined 50+ years of experience 'getting it in'! They also share what's changed after decades of doing the deed. If this topic makes you cringe, then maybe it's exactly what you need to hear to build your sex IQ and confidence in bed. WARNING: don't listen with littles present and if you're related to us... you may want to listen with caution lol.

I was told specifically not to go to that grocery store anymore— but they had the rice noodles I liked. The thing was, actually, this time, they didn't— and so I knew my time was again coming to a close. I knew it would be the last time before I left, and regardless that I was going to leave anyway, but it felt like the last time— there were no rice noodles at all, and with my arms full of essentials, I figure listening to the voice in my head that told me not to do these things was probably for the best.'I can hear that.' But I was beginning to be rebellious in my actions and endeavors, because I simply wasn't making money, and this was making me not just sad, but actually very angry. {Enter The Multiverse} Professor Tannenbaum. Sir. Yikes. I'm sure I'm shown up at the Equinox Just for [someone] to torture me Cause for what? I'm dead broke, and not a [] blonde I'm on another trial Been tryin, but been a while It's too bad I'm too tired to run a mile I been Up all night It ain't right I hate New York I'm so sick of being broke But I still cannot find a job, I'm so certain that it's hell that I'm l surprised It's not on fire, But maybe all hell is for real l Is a cold heart world With no love in it Where you stop being inspired It's murder for hire with motorcycles And corrupt politicians So if I look a little older I'm smart to sue em So y'op wanna walk toward And cut me off Tryna get noticed by a God But I been only in New York So I'm humbled, mumble like i'm nobody But the no ones try to follow me I swallow all my humble cards I want to pick them up But just for once , I leave my garbage on the floor All these skanks Look like Hillary swank Come to thinking they slick tryna take the energy I make They all look like snakes Lazy But never cease to amaze me Walking up in the world I made Still tryna hate me. Thankfully, it's just a think tank to me and when the balance beam turns the tables on em I'm he back in my temple home; Now it's your turn to be homeless, Ya boneless serpent This is just a bonus l Cause I took a wrong turn But it was the right one Cause I got some rhymes done. Ya'll get off of my nuts Look, I got nine Trump cards Welcome to my dump, lards You're non recyclable! What can I say Besides, That I'm always correct Look at the thing that coughs she's gross and she don't have the touch The flight of love. The touch of god, The twist of the hand Or knowing from before But she benefits off of the blood The coughs The sign of the demons and dark ones It was already a done deal. I knew it was sort of a scam, or maybe even sometimes that rich white peoples had the worst demons of all— My fears had been confirmed the moment I walked in, someone coughing in that same disgusting way as I had been used to as soon as I approached the desk to activate my pass— but I knew as soon as I walked in that it was worth it; I would save everything that I had and sell my outdated DJ gear I wasn't using anyway, and I would take advantage of the offer to reinstate my membership; this would serve me so much more than my equipment was anyway. I wasn't getting along in the DJ world, and in fact after the cancellation of REQUISITE, the disrespect at [redacted] , and the techno Jew telling me my clothes and looks made me worthless in the industry, I considered he might have been right; I would be better off back where I started, at Equinox and broke but at least amongst the clean and quiet elite— this would raise my vibration and clear my headspace for something greater, eventually…even if it was just a job in luxury retail–going back to school or figuring out how to get behind the scene. My DJ days seemed to be over; I needed security and longevity, and I needed the opportunity to come back at the price with a one month advance desperately. Perhaps six weeks of training could jumpstart something better; I didn't know. But selling my equipment was worth it, because being a DJ was getting me nowhere but a quickly depleting supply of coconut water. Man wheezy for real And I don't even feel the pain Came a long way to Wayne I took the 2 train, Fell out of the truth Still trying to find 2 chainz But I went the wrong way I been up all day Somethings wrong, I should probably go to a hospital A long time ago I'm hoping that this tissue mass is cancer And it's fatal tho Fee like I'm inflatable Ain't no man is faithful yo I'll probably smoke a big ol bowl When I get back to heaven, man With a rebel yell, she cried: omg, a leg press. Feeling like, a little bit friendless Should probably get a wet wipe Should probably get some leg lifts in Should probably get the leg press in It's been a late one Should probably get some press ons Probably get my press kits done Should probably call it in But then again Don't got a home much longer Do I! Parallels, This shit is real I get it in for a second then Case dismissed I kept it innocent I went to equinox to reinvent myself A second Take a second thought, And then forgot— I'm at the wrong plaza Nooo? Noooo not [The Rock And The Kite, Part ☠️] The diabolical plan worked The motorcycles weakened the [trigger] bad, We really had her, Out on Brooklyn queens border She looks ten year older Her hair is so out of order Her nails is l chipping in polish Got her caught up in the moment She probably can't even afford it But that is just not out problem! Haha Fuck, I forgot how to do this. Uh. Forgot all my gym etiquette I got a running album on But the track closed For the free trial Imma eat out And by that I mean Freestyle I be out side When I get midtown I ain't been down Since I came out The train station Screens, screens screens Someone please please please Fix me Seem to be Splitting at the seams seams seams I could scream, scream, scream Yes, I see me in the media I need, need, need Something to Ease ease ease me Like an easel Or Julius ceaser Jesus. There's no time I contemplate more On how strange the humanity is Then when working out Intensively. No longer really even interested In sexual relations as it ascertains I may just be the opposite of Satan And I just don't have the patience Or the taste for any sort of Romanticism or fantasies In a trance, I guess But I've been living in the trash, I guess Well, that was depressing. Yes, going all the way uptown And to equinox in the same day Is very often A lot. UPTOWN Yo. Wtf this place is gross. Eeeeeeeehh— GROSS. Uptown is quieter than my hood But full of dead things, I just dread these realizations, But to spread the disease is easy I'm in the red and queasy Meaning to get elevated But I made a play today What was I saying Lil bitz Bro I'm vegan but just got a cat And I did not realize shopping for cat food Would be a conflict of interest . Like, I know cats are carnivorous, I'm not dumb. But I'm discussing this with my AI assistant like, Trying to find a natural cruelty free brand, And she's like “Oh, here's some vegan cat food.” I was like, “Enough, white people!” I love white people— The good ones, you know. Not the *coughs heavily* Like, Those are obviously bad but like Mostly they're alright— Mostly cause of things like this: Vegan cat food! I'm a vegan! But imm like “Don't be dumb.” That's dumb. Cats are meat eaters. That's just vicious! And it's overpriced! I could see if you were cutting corners and skipping prices by like, Forgetting the meat, And this was like a nutritious, half priced alternative But no, Like most things that are vegan, It's double-priced. I'm like “Ahem, I was looking for cruelty-free brands! This by the price point alone is cruel! But I did not realize shopping for this on Amazon Would be such an entire conflict of interest, I'm like “Eughh!” “Gravy swirl” I'm like, “Gross.” And then I'm looking at the flavors like, Are people actually shopping for cat food, Like they're shopping for themselves? They're like “Oh bone-broth infused” That sounds good! “Chicken beef swirled flavor” I'm like “Eugh.” Like it is obnoxious and nasty, I must admit, I've been a Whole Foods shopper for too long I'm like “Hmm. How about sweet potato… like, pumpkin-cod?” No? Ah, here we are “Brown rice and fillet…” Classy. 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This is an Ari, episode that she wanted to do in March 2025. We did it, but now you're getting it. Hope you all enjoy.Talking about civil rights and the why's behind that not being explained in schools now.#civilrights #cozywombpod new season will start September 2025Hope everything is good with all.Follow us on Chan & Pods channelSubscribe to the show on YT and on your podcast apphttps://www.bonfire.com/store/the-chanbepoddin-spot/TikTok: @chanbepoddinInstagram @TheczywmbpodcastX @theczywmbpod#parentinginabetterway #cozywomb #thekids https://www.youtube.com/@chanpods Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/cozy-womb/exclusive-contentAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

News Links for the Week:Elmo Hacked – Calls Trump ‘CHILD F*****' in Profane Epstein Posts: ‘RELEASE THE FILES!': https://www.mediaite.com/media/news/elmo-hacked-calls-trump-child-f-in-profane-epstein-posts-release-the-files/Baby girl grows 'micropenis' from lying on dad's bare chest as doctor shares warning: https://www.dailystar.co.uk/news/world-news/baby-girl-grows-micropenis-lying-35545627Metallica Force Pentagon to Pull Video Touting Drone Program Over Unauthorized Use of “Enter Sandman”: https://consequence.net/2025/07/metallica-pentagon-drone-video/'We're bringing back avian dinosaurs': De-extinction company claims it will resurrect the giant moa in next 10 years: https://www.livescience.com/animals/extinct-species/were-bringing-back-avian-dinosaurs-de-extinction-company-claims-it-will-resurrect-the-giant-moa-in-next-10-yearsBilly McFarland Sells Fyre Fest for $245,300 on eBay: https://consequence.net/2025/07/billy-mcfarland-sells-fyre-fest-ebay/ZooWorld break-in suspect held on bond in the Bay County Jail: https://www.mypanhandle.com/news/local-news/bay-county/zooworld-break-in-suspect-held-on-bond-in-the-bay-county-jail/Visit our brand spanking new home on the web @ www.earthoddity.net!!!This episode is brought to you in part by "Adventures in the Bible". Follow Todd on Facebook, Tic Tok, and everywhere else!Special thanks to Silencyde for providing the music! Check out his music on Soundcloud here: https://soundcloud.com/silencyde or on his YouTube channel here: https://www.youtube.com/user/Silencyde and on Facebook here: https://www.facebook.com/Silencyde/Like what you hear? Please consider joining our Patreon. Sign up at the $5 dollar level and get access to Earth Oddity Extended where you get an extended version of the show and an all exclusive show once a month! You can find that at www.patreon.com/earthoddity.

News Links for the Week:Elmo Hacked – Calls Trump ‘CHILD F*****' in Profane Epstein Posts: ‘RELEASE THE FILES!': https://www.mediaite.com/media/news/elmo-hacked-calls-trump-child-f-in-profane-epstein-posts-release-the-files/Baby girl grows 'micropenis' from lying on dad's bare chest as doctor shares warning: https://www.dailystar.co.uk/news/world-news/baby-girl-grows-micropenis-lying-35545627Metallica Force Pentagon to Pull Video Touting Drone Program Over Unauthorized Use of “Enter Sandman”: https://consequence.net/2025/07/metallica-pentagon-drone-video/'We're bringing back avian dinosaurs': De-extinction company claims it will resurrect the giant moa in next 10 years: https://www.livescience.com/animals/extinct-species/were-bringing-back-avian-dinosaurs-de-extinction-company-claims-it-will-resurrect-the-giant-moa-in-next-10-yearsBilly McFarland Sells Fyre Fest for $245,300 on eBay: https://consequence.net/2025/07/billy-mcfarland-sells-fyre-fest-ebay/ZooWorld break-in suspect held on bond in the Bay County Jail: https://www.mypanhandle.com/news/local-news/bay-county/zooworld-break-in-suspect-held-on-bond-in-the-bay-county-jail/Visit our brand spanking new home on the web @ www.earthoddity.net!!!This episode is brought to you in part by "Adventures in the Bible". Follow Todd on Facebook, Tic Tok, and everywhere else!Special thanks to Silencyde for providing the music! Check out his music on Soundcloud here: https://soundcloud.com/silencyde or on his YouTube channel here: https://www.youtube.com/user/Silencyde and on Facebook here: https://www.facebook.com/Silencyde/Like what you hear? Please consider joining our Patreon. Sign up at the $5 dollar level and get access to Earth Oddity Extended where you get an extended version of the show and an all exclusive show once a month! You can find that at www.patreon.com/earthoddity.

James T., Producer Aaron, and Producer Mucho, talk about the special election in Southern AZ to fill in the late Raul Grijalva's congressional seat. Is it really that easy for Raul's daughter Adelita to win? It seems after a scandal with Daniel Hernandez, the ol' Clinton/Grijalva slime election machine will continue to thrive. However, Producer Aaron brings to our attention a third candidate, Gen Z, leftie, but purdy.

I've been away a lot since this Spring.  Comng home with fresh eyes, I am noticing lots of changes.  Somethings seem to have popped up overnight and others took more time.  I'm ready to capture change in a new way in my scrapbook and I hope you'll give it a try.

Somethings Never Change Pastor James Burke

Operation Wetback: Richard "Cheech" Marin's Born in East L.A.  Somethings refuse to change and what was true three and a half decades ago continues to be true today. With a nation struggling under the hand of an adminstration refusing to look at human beings as anything more than numbers, "Cheech" Marin's Born in East L.A. seems even more relevant today than it did when it premiered in the summer of 1987. Marin's film (the first of his projects after the end of his partnership as the ground-breaking comedy troupe, Cheech & Chong) is a - at points a silly and slapdash - look at immigration, deportation, and the struggle for the American Dream. I would argue that it's the "Most Chicano" film ever made; the one that most accurately depicts the experience of being Mexican-American, working and living in the United States. Marin's film is silly and - at times - sloppy, but it has true heart and a point of view rarely seen in cinema before and since. As always, the film is a stepping stone to the conversation that revolves around the real world. It is with great pleasure that we look at this film with old and new eyes. Take a listen and let us know what you think. We can always. be reached at gondoramos@yahoo.com - Many Thanks! For those of you who would like to donate to this undying labor of love, you can do so with a contribution at https://www.buymeacoffee.com/watchrickramos - Anything and Everything is appreciated, You Cheap Bastards.

In this Live in the Tribe episode of the Tom the Trainer Fitness Over 40 Podcast, I tackle some of the most nuanced questions from my Facebook community, blending rehab strategy, real-world programming, and deep insights into what actually works long term.I kick things off with advice for training with degenerative sclerosis, offering practical core and mobility drills to build strength without risking your spine. From thoracic rotations to bird dogs and side planks, I lay out a safe and effective approach for anyone with back issues, and show how these same strategies boost lifting performance and injury prevention.The episode then shifts to rebuilding after a long layoff: how to structure your program, manage volume, and reignite fat loss when cutting calories isn't enough. I explain why full-body workouts work best for recomposition and metabolic recovery, and how to scale your training from two to five days per week for optimal results. And also dive into training volume, how to prioritize legs, and why generic “bro splits” are the wrong move for most people returning to the gym.In the back half of the show, I answer a tough question about progressive overload, training to failure, and whether you ever really hit your “genetic potential.” From programming adjustments to the psychological signs of burnout, I share how to spot plateaus early and pivot strategically, whether that means less frequency, more intensity, or a total reset.If you're serious about long-term results and want to stop spinning your wheels, this episode is packed with raw insights, advanced coaching, and just enough sarcasm to keep it fun.And if you want to transform your body, message me the word "Coaching" on IG at Tomthetrainerfitness, Facebook at Tom Trainer Mouland, or Book a Free Strategy Call

Is trying your best to move forward really enough when you're healing from something deep? Somethings hurts in life require next level strategies.  Kim Haar has one of those stories - and God equipped her with the tools to work through it. Kim's story will blow your mind.  This week, I'm joined by Kim Haar, psychologist, author, and one of the bravest women I know. She's here to talk about her real, raw, and inspiring healing journey after unimaginable trauma. Kim opens up about her experience navigating that pain, and how she's rebuilding her health, identity, and hope through small, intentional steps. Together, we explore: How Kim found strength in the midst of grief What healing from life's deepet hurts, trauma, grief, and loss actually looks like (hint: it's not always linear) The mindset shift that helped Kim keep moving forward through this journey of healing How Kim used her faith and mental health tools to recover and build a healthy future If you've ever wondered whether your “best” is good enough, or felt like the weight of life's hurts has paused your health journey, Kim's story will remind you that healing is still possible—and you don't have to do it perfectly to succeed. You've got to grab her book Healing from Life's Deepest Hurts! Click here to grab it on Amazon.  When you're ready to start creating the healthiest you, join the coaching waitlist at www.emilyvinzantmd.com. I'll walk with you every step of the way.

Joyce talks about some questions and major concerns Trump supporters are starting to have with the Trump Administration.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

It is a rocky road that we are currently traversing. Some, not all, of it is the Napa wine industry's fault. How are we going to adjust and get back to basics?Be sure to SUBSCRIBE and follow us on our social networks @mtgawines (YouTube, Instagram, The Book of Face and the Social Network Formerly Known as Twitter)MTGA Wines: www.mtgawines.comBlaire Payton Wines: www.blairepaytonwines.com

The NFL schedule has been released, we talk about the AFC North division matchups, key matchups and anything that looks spicy throughout the 2025 NFL season. Get your Friday night AFC North news dump, plus all the laughs, fines and no Diddy's you only get from the Homies on FFSN, SCN, RTTJ & FCSF YouTube channels and wherever you get your audio podcasts.Reply Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Distractions can come in many different forms, but when they come, they are the most beautiful thing you have ever see. Somethings it can be something simple because the enemy knows what we like or love. A simple thing can throw us off our path to success. So how do we combat a distraction? by not letting anything come into our lives that don't align with our goals.

Are you ever going to text me?This episode does not recognize Mother's Day for women who are not their mother.Jason, Jim, and Joseph share stories of their best concert experiences.Cecile Kovacik, Jim's mom, is one of the best people to go to a concert with.Chicago was the first band to start fat-shaming its members.Texas Jamm!!!! Need we say more?You know you're getting old when you spot walking canes at the concert.Joseph is a true fan of lesbian rock.Nothing like 50-Somethings rock out like it's 1985 again.Jim writes a "Dear Penthouse" letter about his first Billy Joel concert.What concert did Jim see that made David Bowie blue?Who in the hell is the "Kiss Guy"?https://youtu.be/TjVOWOKa-lY?si=e1lKxYqXAybMmfrJ

Every man hits a momentor a seasonwhere he realizes:Somethings off.Maybe hes performing but not connected. Providing but not present. Holding it all together, but barely.In this powerful and personal conversation, Jerrad sits down with Kyle Idleman

As we start to come to a close of the Foundations series, Pastor Dustin teaches on Acts 9:1-18 where Saul is met by Jesus on the road to Damascus. It's evident to see after an encounter with God that somethings different!  – Listen to the message here!

Skipping the dubious healing oasis, the Bad Luck Brigade head into a dungeon of chains as they continue their quest or the dead god's "heart" . Somethings lives among these chains and hates to be disturbed.Intro/Outro Music by Bryce PublowAdditional Soundscapes and Music:Undead Alcromony by Michael Ghelfi

A house on the Florida coast. An assisted living program. A lively retirement community. Medicare. Our modern concept of old age—and even the idea of old age as a distinct stage of life—are products of our recent past. Where once Americans had little choice but to work until death, in the years after World War II government subsidies and employer pensions allowed people to retire en masse. But the enormous strides made in the 20th century are under siege today as we face critical issues like the uncertain future of social security, a caregiving crisis, and an aging and increasingly diverse society. Today's guest is James Chappel, author of “Golden Years: How Americans Invented and Reinvented Old Age.” He shares the surprising history of old age in modern America, showing how we created unprecedented security for some and painful uncertainty for others. From social security and 401(k)s to fitness programs and even The Golden Girls, Chappel explores the rise and fall of a shared ideal of old age, showing how it has been shaped by politicians' choices, activists' demands, medical advancements, and popular culture.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.