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To become a follower of Jesus, visit: https://MorningMindsetMedia.com/MeetJesus (NOT a Morning Mindset resource) ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ TODAY'S SCRIPTURE: 1 Peter 3:18–22 - For Christ also suffered once for sins, the righteous for the unrighteous, that he might bring us to God, being put to death in the flesh but made alive in the spirit, [19] in which he went and proclaimed to the spirits in prison, [20] because they formerly did not obey, when God’s patience waited in the days of Noah, while the ark was being prepared, in which a few, that is, eight persons, were brought safely through water. [21] Baptism, which corresponds to this, now saves you, not as a removal of dirt from the body but as an appeal to God for a good conscience, through the resurrection of Jesus Christ, [22] who has gone into heaven and is at the right hand of God, with angels, authorities, and powers having been subjected to him. ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ FINANCIALLY SUPPORT THE MORNING MINDSET: (not tax-deductible) -- Become a monthly partner: https://mm-gfk-partners.supercast.com/ -- Support a daily episode: https://MorningMindsetMedia.com/daily-sponsor/ -- Give one-time: https://give.cornerstone.cc/careygreen -- Venmo: @CareyNGreen ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ FOREIGN LANGUAGE VERSIONS OF THIS PODCAST: SPANISH version: https://MorningMindsetMedia.com/Spanish HINDI version: https://MorningMindsetMedia.com/Hindi CHINESE version: https://MorningMindsetMedia.com/Chinese  ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ CONTACT: Carey@careygreen.com  ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ THEME MUSIC: “King’s Trailer” – Creative Commons 0 | Provided by https://freepd.com/ ***All NON-ENGLISH versions of the Morning Mindset are translated using A.I. Dubbing and Translation tools from DubFormer.ai ***All NON-ENGLISH text content (descriptions and titles) are translated using the A.I. functionality of Google Translate.

Welcome everyone to part one of my interview with Army Veteran, retired Sheriff Deputy, and host of the popular Antihero podcast, Tyler Hoover. Tyler Hoover is a United States Army Airborne Infantry Iraq War Veteran, having served with the esteemed 82nd Airborne Division. After serving his country in the army, he continued serving as a sheriff's deputy in two different counties in Florida, working in different roles, including SWAT. Tyler walked away from law enforcement and is now focused on his wildly popular Antihero Podcast and other entrepreneurial pursuits. Please enjoy Part One of my interview with Tyler Hoover.     In today’s episode, we discuss: ·      When he got bitten by the police bug, and the influence of his dad being a cop. ·      Why are some women attracted to a man in uniform? ·      How time in the military can be a help or a hindrance when you become a cop. ·      The different SWAT training. ·      An overview of Tyler’s law enforcement career. ·      Sponsoring yourself through the police academy. ·      The dangers of working plainclothes assignments. ·      The unbelievable scrutiny cops are under today. ·      Pros and cons of body and squad cameras. ·      Unbelievable stories regarding one of my old chiefs.     All of this and more on today’s episode of the Cops and Writers podcast.     Check out the Antihero podcast on YouTube.       Check out the new Cops and Writers YouTube channel! Check out my newest book, The Good Collar (Michael Quinn Vigilante Justice Series Book 1)!!!!! Enjoy the Cops and Writers book series. Please visit the Cops and Writers website.

V legendárních „šedesátkách“, v desetiletí prudce se uvolňující atmosféry bylo podstatné to, s čím přicházela malá divadla, zábavná hudba a filmová „nová vlna“. Tam všude byla nepřehlédnutelná Věra Křesadlová, zpěvačka a herečka filmová i divadelní, která během prvého listopadového týdne zemřela ve věku jednaosmdesáti roků.Všechny díly podcastu Názory a argumenty můžete pohodlně poslouchat v mobilní aplikaci mujRozhlas pro Android a iOS nebo na webu mujRozhlas.cz.

Mitte des 19. Jahrhunderts waren Zylinder die Krone des Bürgertums. Symbol für die, die es geschafft haben. Doch der konservative hohe Hut wurde umgedeutet, von Dandys, verlockenden Damen und verrückten Hutmachern … Von Hartwig Tegeler.

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 29 Barbie Lynn s Genetics In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.   Nymphomania, while enticing to consider, is still utter madness when experienced. "Why Mr. Zane, my Barbie Lynn has told us so many wonderful things about you," she sounded so sugary that the honeyed words flowed off her tongue in a manner that was barely coherent. Also, her eyes flickered to the shower where I'd nailed Barbie Lynn repeatedly for forty minutes not all that long ago. Next to me Thomas grunted something that sounded like 'hello'. "I'm sure she's exaggerated to my betterment," I pulled that banter out of my tush, my brain was suffering catastrophic blood loss. "I can't wait to live in this dorm next year," Laramie came across with a nearly a molasses like drawl as well. "Zane, will you let me use this room next year?" "Dude! This is your room?" Jefferson perked up. "Mom, I have to come here next year!" "Um, yes Laramie, I'm going to hold this room open to every girl, and perhaps guy, in the dorm. I don't need much space," I said, "so keep out of the way of housekeeping and we are good. Also, you are immune from Handmaiden's Duty while here." "Oh, I was thinking about the game stations, satellite dishes and cable hook-ups," Jefferson added. Jefferson Davis, that name rang a bell. "Come on now Honey, a man can't go to a women's," Savannah let that sentence die unfinished. For me, it was keep the lone male status quo; or to get a good night's sleep'. "Mrs. Masters, I offer a thin hope for your son; if your daughter could line up some upstanding seniors and juniors, he might slip in under the Zane Exception to the enrollment policy," I told her. "You'd do that for Jeff?" Savannah took off her sunglasses and bit one of its arms. "Ma'am, I'd wrestle an alligator blindfolded for your daughter. I would certainly put in a good word for her brother," I smiled. I had no idea how tough alligators could be but I knew about crocodiles and those were some mean mothers in their own right. Still, faced with alligator wrestling or no anal-sex with Barbie Lynn, I was getting a belt, handbag and new shoes, damn it. The odds of getting Jeff in were long, Victoria barely suffered Heaven being around, and it would take an act of the Southern Baptist Convention to bring in a male to replace me when I was gone. "It would give your Father another option for Jefferson if you could do this Barbie Lynn," Savannah politely replied. "That would be great," the kid rejoiced. Yes, he was a fully functioning teenage male. "Zane can move mountains when he sets his mind to it," Barbie Lynn winked at me. Thomas saw it but was caught off-guard. "Let me show you my bedroom," Barbie offered her kin. They turned and the women sashayed away while Jeff had an almost run-in with Raven and 'company'. Each woman shot a look over their shoulder and smiled at me at some point along their journey which boded trouble. "I apologize, Zane," Thomas mumbled. "I thought, deep down, you were weak for submitting to your lusts. Now, I don't, I don't think that anymore." "Don't sweat it," I smiled. "It is only another day for me ending in y." "And don't you be forgetting about me, and how tough it has been resisting Zane," Vivian warned the man she was hoping to marry. "A wife should obey her husband," he started, "and a husband should know when to shut up." Lunch and what comes after I dropped Ms. Reveal's lunch off with just enough sassiness to make her smile and believe that our bad episode was behind us. She sent me to the Vice Chancellor's office a minute later, and while Doctor Victoria Scarlett was conversing over the phone, I felt comfortable to set her meal up in front of her and mine across her desk. Victoria only had this canned ice tea in her mini-frig so I swiped two and set one before her and opened mine. I wasn't exactly sure what it was, it was pretending to be Southern Ice Tea and I pretended to like it. The best thing I could say about it was it was cold. This was our fourth "working" lunch where she would insidiously fill my head with her philosophy and I'd causally remind her that women ran this government, not me; I was a figurehead. "What are you doing for New Year's Eve?" she inquired as she daintily cleaned off some crouton crumbs on her cheek. Her look was very intense. I wasn't getting 'quite' sexual signs from her but something, somehow this was personal. That could only mean one thing. "I'm spending it with Ms. Rio Talen but no set location has been chosen," I replied. "Oh," she paused then, "There is a Science Fiction convention in Seattle that runs from December 29th to through the 1st. My friends and I are attending and Hical asked about you." "Deal but we have to fit Rio in," I agreed. "I can send some Universe, TV and movie series and well as costuming information for her to look over," Victoria agreed tentatively. "No need, she's a Klingon, a small craft captain whose Father betrayed the Empire and whose survival is a stain on her honor," I told her. "With that barely constrained fury, she's a natural. You teach her how to use that bat-a-rang and," "Batleth," Victoria interjected. "Wicked-curved-bladey thing," I continued, "and you'll see. Oh, I'll need an Orion Slave Girl outfit and some green body paint for Mercy and all of her stuff by October 30th, cost is not an object." "I'll call my outfitter when you leave and I must say you are taking this rather well," Doctor Scarlet noted. "Why? I had a blast in your office that time," I admitted. "As long as I'm not crawling in, screaming fur-balls, I'm okay. I'll be a human Starfleet Doctor Xeno-biologist who has done surgery on multiple species. A "Doctors Without Borders" kind of guy. I'll get Cordelia to build me an actual tricorder, trust me." We ate, she asked for my sizes, I gave her Rio's and Mercy's sizes; at the Con we were all 'Next Gen' except Mercy who would be Old School for Halloween. She offered me a chance to be a Borg but since they all looked to be in desperate need of a sun tan, I declined. All in all, it barely took twenty minutes. "You did a very good job as Mediator this morning," the Vice Chancellor added as I made to leave. "It is not so rough," I grinned. "WWKSD?" "Wha, oh," she smiled warmly. "What would King Solomon do, clever." "Hell, the Bible has a whole book called Judges. This shit ain't so hard," I laughed as I breezed out the door. Ms. Reveal was waiting, as was Heaven. Heaven had to exert some will to not kiss me on the spot. Christina had lectured us on P D A, public displays of affection, during Homecoming. The more people who knew about us, the more the outcry and the stronger Chancellor's radical decision to keep Heaven on as part as the student body, would be challenged. As it was, our hands would casually brush one another until we got inside my dorm where I chased Heaven up the stairs, pinching her ass every time I caught up. After entering my code, I gauged Heaven's mood deciding we needed some quiet time; there would be too much traffic over most of the floor, and Heaven being too vocal, to get away with sex; and cuddling would be fine anyway. I caught sight of Rio with one of my Marksmanship team mates, Genesis. "Hey Zane," Genesis stood up. She was a weird one, going from borderline contempt to grudging respect over the last two weeks. If I didn't know the impossibilities, I'd think she had a boyfriend. "Hope wants everyone at the Amory for an equipment check at seven. We leave at 8:15." Heaven held my hand tightly. "Boudoir occopodo," Rio snickered as Genesis made her exit. Heaven's grip nearly crushed my hand, ouch. "Babe," I whispered to Heaven, "let me check this out." I disentangled myself and went for the wall of screens that separated my bedroom area from the rest of the floor. "Get some popcorn and get ready to sit a spell," Rio joked to Heaven who grumbled. I went around to see who, or whom, were using my room. Inside was not what I expected. Savannah Belafonte Masters had taken off her top (which was peach) and was rummaging with growing frustration through Barbie Lynn's bra drawer. I saw some grape juice splashed on her beige skirt. She saw me, pulled up her shirt to cover her bra-covered assets while looking a bit fearful and upset. "What are you doing in here?" she asked softly. "It is my bedroom," I replied. "What are you doing in my bedroom?" "But, but Barbie Lynn's stuff is in here," she gasped. "That would because it is her room too, we sleep together," I answered. That slowed her up for a second. "Can I help you with something?" "I, I, I spilled juice on my shirt," she began. "And your skirt," I pointed out." "Oh no," she choked back a sob. "What am I going to do? I'm a mess and none of Barbie Lynn's bras, shirts, or skirts are going to fit me." I mused over that for a second. "I've stashed some bra extensions around here somewhere and that should allow for the difference is sizes between you and Barbie," I said. "Now give me your skirt and I'll find a replacement." She hesitated so I added. "I'm not going to molest one of my best friends' mom, Savannah. Give me your skirt and I'll take care of everything." This time she did it, though I had to turn my back. I padded back out to Rio and Heaven who had just returned with the popcorn. "Rio, Heaven, I need you to break into Chancellor Bazz' residence and steal a skirt like this," I offered up Savannah's. "Hell yeah," Rio exulted. "Time for a little Breaking  Entry." "Oh, what the fuck," Heaven shrugged. "Count me in." She gave me a quick kiss and the two miscreants headed out on their nefarious mission. I went back to the bedroom and stumbled into Savannah, now with her bra off, eyeing two of Barbie Lynn's double barreled slingshots. Our eyes locked. "Right," I spun away. "Bra extensions." "Zane, do you think I'm attractive?" Barbie Lynn's Mom asked. When women say that, they can mean three things;          the truth,          the lure, or          the lie. Some women want to know if you find them attractive. Others want you to find them attractive for nefarious means. Lastly, a few woman want to be reminded that they are beautiful. Savannah was the latter. "If you are asking me if you are as good looking as Barbie Lynn, Mrs. Masters, I'll have to say no but that's because you are a lady who is fully a woman and Barbie Lynn is still leaving some of the girl behind. There is no comparison. You are both hot," I affirmed. "I don't know," she sighed. "It is with my husband, then seeing you and Barbie Lynn, in the shower, What's wrong with you and your husband, if I may intrude?" I asked. "He had an accident at work, one of his factories, and he hasn't been the same," she sniffed. "Do you love him?" I questioned. "Honestly." "Yes, yes I do," she sighed. "But he's just not there." "Do me a favor; come over and sit next to me and I promise to be as well behaved as a Montana Miner (hey, it is where my family comes from)," I said as I sat at the foot of the bed. Savannah very, very reluctantly came over and sat at my bed, but I said nothing. "Yes?" she broke down and inquired finally. "I want you to laugh," I related to her softly. "Laugh, laugh like you do with small kids." "But, I'm not sure," she began then I poked her in the ribs. "What?" So I tickled her under her arms. Savannah covered her breasts by mistake so I got some finger in and began making her giggle and squirm. "Stop it," she gasped for breath, so I rolled onto my side and tickled her other underarm until she finally flailed in surrender. "See Savannah, I'm not the bad guy," I grinned. "I'm not seducing you because I think you love Barbie Lynn's Dad and you simple need to worry a little bit less, and love yourself a little bit more." "How do I do that?" she panted. "I want you to try on some of Barbie Lynn's new clothes and see what you like, and what your husband might like," I suggested. "I'm not asking you to dress like a teenager; but not every day is Sunday school either." Oh God, I was talking clothes therapy to someone's Mother. "But," she stammered. "There is a screen right over there," I pointed out, "that you can change behind and the armoire over here has a mirror." "But I'll be parading around here, in my bra and panties," she worried. "Well, that's a bonus for me," I shrugged, "but a lady with a body like yours should be wearing bikini's with less material. Look at it that way." "Well, don't ogle, alright?" "Sure," I lied. What was I going to say? 'I'll pluck out my eyes?' After several tentative steps walking to the dresser and looking over her shoulder at me with real worry that I might find her either too attractive or not attractive enough, I gave up. I covered my eyes because they gravitated toward her backside like a plant seeking the sun. A minute later she finally spoke up. "I can't find anything that I think will fit," she said in desperation. I had the answer to that; I went up and picked out the clothes Barbie Lynn wore to the concert a few weeks back. "I can't wear this," she gasped in fright. "Barbie Lynn wore this to a social function," I assured her. "It is perfectly fine and you aren't going to leave here in it, only try it on." You see, the beauty of this pants/halter top combination was the lacing. I knew it would fit her, but she'd be showing a bit more flesh than Barbie had. She looked mortified when she stepped from behind the screens, and a little better when she saw herself in the mirror. I withheld my comment until she looked at me. "I'm dressed like a hussy," she stated sadly. "No; a hussy dresses like that when she goes to the supermarket. A wife wears that around the house to remind her husband he's a man and that she's his woman," Caveman mentality. Savanna gave her reflection a second, longer glance. This time she took in the sides, and dare I say, her ass. All her curves were smoothed out and pulled tight by the leather. "My ass looks younger," I caught her whispering to herself. "My Boobs appear like they are about to bust free," she addressed me once more. "Yes Ma'am!  Yes ma'am, they do," I smirked. "That is the whole purpose of the design of the shirt but I assure you, Barbie Lynn hasn't had one escape yet." "Oh, that's nice," she went back to looking at herself in the mirror. "Now there are some nice shirts in there, as well as some, short, skirts," I directed Savannah. She came out in the first shirt, trying to make the buttons hook but they wouldn't. I came off the bed and helped her. That is, I left most of them unbuttoned. "But they, my husband can see my bra," she worried. "Mrs. Savannah, that would be the point," I nodded. "Let him get a peek of the bra." We both heard the quiet footfalls and it couldn't be Heaven and Rio back so soon. Savannah froze and I reclined passively on the bed. "Mom, Zane?" Barbie Lynn gazed back and forth. "Baby Child," Savannah blathered. "Wow Mom," Barbie clasped her hands in approval. "The golden shirt with the plum bra is a wonderful combination for you." See, I trusted Barbie Lynn more than her Mother did. "I was trying on some clothes and, um, Zane was helping me," Savannah gulped. "Oh Mom, don't worry about it," Barbie hugged her mother, "Zane sees eight girls getting dressed every morning. He's used to it." "Oh, she trailed off. "So he's safe?" "I'd never say that," Barbie Lynn glanced back my way and licked her lips. "But he's a good friend and I think that's more important. Let's try on this next; the black leather will look good with the knee boots." It continued like this for a while. Rio and Heaven slinked back in with the now rather redundant set of conservative attire. We retreated to the head of the bead with Heaven snuggling next to me and Rio right beside her. Heaven and I shared a pillow, on our laps. "Do you think they have any idea that we're all bi-sexual," Heaven whispered as Barbie Lynn was prying Savannah into a red bustier. "Momma Mia," Rio hissed. "Those are some mounds. Big fluffy mounds." "Seriously," Heaven nudged us both, "I'm going to need a blowjob if this goes on much longer." I moved my hand behind Heaven, worked it up her skirt and up against her panties until I was giving her bunghole quite a workout. "Fine," Heaven ground out. "You can fuck me but I'm coming all over the sheets damn it." "What was that?" Savannah called out. "Do you think this is too much?" "Oh no Mrs. Masters," Heaven gulped. "If I wasn't totally into guys I would think you look, delicious." "Why thank you Ms. Vickers," Savannah smiled. "And if I wasn't totally into guys I'd have you chained to this bed and be ripping your clothes off right now," Rio added gleefully. "Oh, huh, thank you?" Savanna responded more cautiously. When Barbie Lynn, now totally torturing us, convinced her mother to wear a thong and a short skirt something had to be done. I reclined sidewise on the bed while Heaven built a pillow fort behind me and Rio dove under the covers to suck my feisty transvestite off. It was a half-assed endeavor and a minor miracle that nothing went wrong. Finally Heaven yanked my shoulder back and took a big bite out of it. I could hear Rio slurping up Heaven's cum and prayed the others couldn't. Is everything okay?" Barbie Lynn called out. "Heaven's got a muscle cramp but we are working it out," I fibbed. Second later, Rio's tussled head reappeared and she punched Heaven in the ribs. "Shit Bitch," Rio scooped up some errant semen with her finger, "Have you been holding that up all week long. You nearly choked me." "Why don't you come by every morning and we can work out an installment plan?" Heaven shot back quietly. Regrettably, Savannah noticed our, acquisitions and reluctantly put them on but I caught sight of her running her hand over some of the racier things left lying around before she and Barbie Lynn left. I had barely gotten outside with Heaven and Rio, to see if I was needed, when a squeal manifested right behind my ear and a body slammed into me, bowling me over. Paige "Lover!" Paige greeted me. "Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend Zane." Now, I was on my back, on the floor with Paige in my arms and with her skirt flapping far, far too up her ass when darkness descended on my world. It took me a moment to realize that the two Joten (Norse giants), standing behind the sofa were her parents, they were freaking huge! Her Dad alone looked like he played two simultaneous positions on an NFL team. Paige's Mother was dainty, only in comparison to her husband. Not that she's fat, oh no, this woman was simply big boned and brawny. I had to ask myself: what happened genetically? "Zane, I want you to meet my parents," Paige studied my face. "Sure," my smile wasn't too forced, "but you have to remember to give me a kiss for luck, for tomorrow's match." We rose up and my arm easily wrapped around Paige's waist. Mom and Dad seemed guarded and wary. "What game do you have tomorrow?" the Dad, Roger; finally asked. "Marksmanship Sir. I'm the spotter to the team captain, Hope Song," I smiled. "I'm Zane Braxton, by the way." I can do this. I mean, how many other girls here think they have their hooks in me? "We have the impression that you and our daughter are, romantically involved," her Mom asked me. It was the way she stated it in disbelief that astounded me and pissed me off, as if a big healthy strapping guy like me would choose their 'flawed' daughter. "Paige is an upperclassmen so mainly we hook up for the hours of hot sex," I pulled her close. "Come here, you," I turned and looked down at Paige she pushed up and kissed me deeply. "What are you doing with my daughter?" Roger rumbled. "I'm kissing my lady," I smiled at him, "What does it look like I'm doing Sir?" "I don't know what you think you are going to get out of this," he snarled. "Paige," I addressed the sultry albino who was all but humping my leg at this point, "what do I get out of your relationship?" "Hot steamy White Russian sex," she purred in a Russian accent. Yes, this side of 'poor pitiful Paige' was new to her parents. "But our daughter can't," the Mom stumbled verbally. "Oh yeah, and I'm taking Paige with me on a cross country motorcycle trip this summer," I kept grinning. "I hope you don't mind, she's our computer tech and back-up bar bouncer." Maybe the bar-bouncer bit was too much. "She'll get hurt," Roger sputtered. "Ah, I bleed more than she does and there will be a dozen of us; so if she kicks someone's ass and ends up in jail we'll be able to bail her out," I kissed Paige's forehead. "Baby, Paige," Roger muttered softly. "How about we talk about this?" "Sure thing, Daddy," Paige agreed. "Zane, I'll catch up with you before you head out for the tournament." I swatted her ass, in full view of her parents, which Paige loved. She sauntered off like a woman victorious. "You are such an idiot," Rio snickered in my ear. "That girl is a nut-bag and you are feeding her dynamite." "Speaking of feeding someone some dynamite," Heaven took my hand. "No one seems to need me at the moment," I squeezed her hand back. "Let's run for it!" and we raced for the bedroom like lovers possessed. Heaven I lay between Heaven's legs, her thighs arching up against my own. She wiggled her hips against me and her cock against stomach. I bit down at her nose but she laughed and turned her face away so I nipped her proffered neck instead. "Oh," she gasped. To show me how much she liked it, she rotated her hips, rubbing my cock around inside her. "My Honey likes?" I teased. "You know I do you bastard," she panted. "Nice, slow and hard." I withdrew my cock and then eased it back into her depths. Heaven hisses out her pleasure and with her hands on my shoulders she pulls me in tight. "God, I love you," she whispered to me. "I love the woman grinding up against me too, Heaven," I smiled to her. She hiccupped in passion then began thrusting harder up against me until I could feel her ready to erupt. I took hold of her shoulders and begun pounding her in sympathetic penetrations. "God Damn!" she seethed into my collarbone. Dampness flushed up my stomach and onto my chest to the very edge of my neck. Face to face sex really appealed to Heaven and she was really shooting off hard because of it. I slowed down; I hadn't ejaculated yet but I didn't want to wear her down while I worked up to it. "Oh no you don't," Heaven gasped. "I, I know what you want," she giggled weakly. Heaven struggled against my hold. "You don't have to," I said softly. "I want to you dummy," she kissed me. "Now let go and I'll roll over." "No, let me," I related before I leaned in for a French Kiss full of need. She gave one more surge of defiance then relaxed. Then I shifted my arm down until I reached the back of her left knee. I pushed it up until she passed my hip. Heaven was glowing with anticipation. I was folding her up and then I was going to pound her thoroughly and fully. Heaven brought up her right leg all on her own but the real gift was the way she arched her back in ecstasy when I bottomed out in her with all the muscle power I could muster. We held eye contact as I drove into her time and time again. A tear escaped her eye and scarred her cheek. "Babe?" I worried and slowed down. "I'm happy Zane," she breathed deeply. "Happy." I resumed my energy and the very essence she was lending me set me off by surprise. "Oh God," I gasped and gave her my seed. Heaven bit her lower lip as I sizzled up her rectum with my hot semen. A smile must have etched my features because Heaven became quizzical. "What are you thinking about, Lover?" she asked softly. "I think I've had the best homecoming ever," I answered. It took her a second to get it. "You can keep coming home as often as you want," Heaven licked her lips and bucked her luscious ass against my still rigid rod. Brandi Hand in hand, Heaven and I had barely exited my bedroom when Brandi came rushing up with a girl in hand. "Hey!" she beamed. "This is my sister, March; and she's coming here next year. I wanted her to meet you, Zane." How bad could this be? I squeezed Heaven's hand. "Hello March, this is Heaven Vickers, my girlfriend," I shook March's hand with my free limb. "Hey Zane," March said shyly then, "Brandi says you do things, with lots of girls here?" "See how Heaven is smiling," Brandi whispered to her sister like some conspirator. "He makes me smile just like she is." Well, I had to think, not exactly like I do with you. "Brandi, what did you tell her?" Heaven intervened. "I told her," the two giggled, "that he's magic with his fingers and tongue; and he'll do all the things, to her." "You pimped Zane out?" Heaven snickered. "It, it isn't like that," Brandi back-pedaled. "I sent her a link to his website and told her to hide it from Mom and Dad." "And Brandi says we can have sex here with you, and God won't hold it against us," March piped up. I had to go 'What the Hell?' I give out dispensations from God? He really ought to tell me these things. "I wouldn't go that far," I got out. "Oh, being with Zane is a spiritual experience," Heaven snickered. "Ten minutes ago I swear I was seeing Angels." I wanted to stomp on her toes because March seemed to be buying it. "Are you a virgin?" March whispered to Heaven. "I swear on the Bible that Zane's never penetrated my cunt," Heaven raised up her hand to God. "Did he, you know, the other way?" Brandi leaned in expectantly. "Until I cried tears of joy," Heaven teased her right back. I really wanted to stomp on Heaven's foot. "What other way?" March joined the conversation. "You know, like Barbie Lynn," Brandi giggled to her sister. Oh fuck. "Didn't it hurt?" March sounded concerned. "Oh no," Heaven stroked March's arm. "He's slow and gentle." "Okay; fun conversation!" I declared. "I see someone who wants to kill me. March, you are a beautiful young lady with an exceptional sister and I'll see you next year." I stormed deeper into my apartment only to hear. "Look at that ass go," Heaven sighed. "Yeah," Brandi murmured. "Those pants are so tight. They are hot! Cappadocia Rio was getting downright mopey when we headed for dinner. As we were going in, I spotted Cappadocia and what had to be her little brother, mother and father. I wasn't sure if she wanted to have me meet the folks so I tried to quietly move passed. "Zane," she turned and called out. I deviated my path and went over. Rio tagged along. "Hello Cappadocia, Mr. and Mrs. Davis and, um, young man," I greeted them. "Tobias," the young guy offered his hand and I shook it. "This is my good friend Rio Talon," I brought her forward. Mr. Davis stepped up and shook my hand next. His grip was stronger than needed in that alpha male style. "It is good to meet you Mr. Braxton. My little girl says you are a promising candidate on the new to the first squad," he grinned smugly. "Well, Cappy would know, she's Team Captain and I'm sure she'll be Captain next year when she'll get to decide if I stay on First Team," I tried to be nice. "So does it feel bad to be beaten up by girls?" he joked. "Well, if I ever get beaten up by a girl I'll let you know," I gave him my best steely grin. "Here I get beaten up by women, really tough women." That brought the big guy up short. "Oh well, my daughters a real fighter alright," he stammered. "I believe you, she's knocked me unconscious once, in a practice session. She laid me out cold for about a minute," I enlightened him. "Zane knocked Coach Gorman down Father," Cappy came to my defense, "and took down three men who threatened some girls once." "You girls shouldn't be leaving campus," her mother chimed in. "Mother, we go out in groups and we are just fine," Cappy insisted. "Are you responsible for this new attitude?" the Dad asked. "Sir, I'm one freshmen in a school of 900 women," I shrugged. "The fearlessness was here before I ever arrived. It will be here long after I'm gone. I belief the unofficial motto for the Karate program is 'I kick ass for the Lord'," I sort of lied. Cappy said it and she smiled slightly the hear me repeat it. "Yes," he muttered, "we want our girls to be strong in their faith for the Lord. It is good to see Cappadocia having a vibrant faith." "Oh, I've seen Cappadocia vibrant," I smirked her way. She restrained herself from hauling me off and punching me because our act of vibrancy had everything to do with sex and nothing that she wanted to tell her parents. Her dad missed it, her young brother wasn't even paying attention but her mother caught our undercurrent. A smirk creased her face as she looked the two of us over. "Cappy dear, you to practice safety when you spar, don't you?" she cautioned her daughter. "Yes Momma," Cappy gave a sly smile of her own, "I'm always careful, even when I have Zane down on the mat." "As long as you keep control of the situation," the Mother nodded. "You keep winning Girl," the Dad rejoined the conversation, "because you have one more year of playing around then you need to find a job and let God give you a husband." Cappy didn't flinch but I knew how hard she struggled for the team and having it disregarded by someone who meant so much to her. "Maybe Cappadocia can either compete on a National level or train students when she goes home," I offered. "She's real hardcore," Rio added. "No one trains as hard as she does and the other girls know it. Hell, when I first met her I thought she was some Inner City Gangsta Chick, she was such a bad ass." There was my girl Rio, the Conversation Killer. Sure, Cappy was African-American but that never came up with us. As I recalled, she came from a moderately-sized town outside Atlanta Georgia. "What?" the father darkened. "Rio," I tried to pull her away. "No," Rio growled. "Listen buddy," she poked the man in the chest. "Your daughter is an athlete and a damn fine one. If she was a he and in football you'd want him to try for the NFL so why are you treating your daughter any different?" "I don't think you know what you are saying young lady," Cappy's father stated angrily. "Maybe I should have a word or two with your father." "My father is a self-righteous self-serving asshole," Rio began before I started dragging her away, "and he knows I'd kick his ass if he treated me this way!" she finished screaming at him. "Whoa Rio," I calmed her. "The truth is only going to rub that situation raw." "Cappy deserves more than that," Rio spat. "Face it, you are channeling some Mercy into this Bro," I said. "She'll be okay and back in your arms come Sunday. Cappy is tougher than her father knows." "You hope so!" she groused. "I swear, with some of these bitches, they are perfect bright and confident then you roll a man around and out go the lights, nobody's home." "Then we'll have to find a way to set them on fire so the light never goes out," I suggested. "Face it, you are the schools premier pyromaniac." "That I am," Rio grumbled. "I'll find a way to burn this shit up." Opal "Hey you two," Opal greeted Rio and I as we started eating diner. "What's wrong, Rio?" "Plotting the end of male domination of the Western World," Rio grinned wickedly. "Is there something I need to know," Opal looked from one of us to the other as she sat at my side. "Are we mounting a rescue mission for Mercy?" "Mercy?" Rio said suspiciously. "Sure," Opal sampled her fare, "give the word and I'll get six or seven girls together for a run at her family if you need it." Rio stared at her for a second. "Why would you?" Rio asked suspiciously. "A lot of us like her since she came over to our side," Opal grinned, "and she keeps you in line, most of the time." "Just to keep things straight," Rio sneered. "I keep her in line damn it." "Oh please," Opal rolled her eyes, "one little whimper and a look from those soulful eyes and off to the bedroom you two go." "Gurrr, as long as everyone knows that she's mine," Rio was now embarrassed. "And that's why we would come to help you, Rio," Opal gobbled a quick bite. I tried not to laugh. "Zane," Rio pointed her fork at me, "if you are trying to tell me I have friends, I'll bleed you like a little bitch." "Who me?" I grinned. "Perish the thought that anyone likes you or considers you 'user-friendly'." "I'm the soul of friendliness, fuck you," she snipped then smirked at me. "Opal, Rio met Cappy's dad and that didn't go well," I enlightened my shower buddy. "What went wrong?" Opal sighed. With Rio, you never knew. "It is the whole bullshit of get your degree, go home, get married and start pumping out babies because that's some twisted vision of God's will," Rio stated angrily. "Most of the girls here are like that Rio," Opal responded. "Now hold on, they want to get married but we can certainly help them find the right guy and not some bum foisted on them by their families." "Opal, that's positively human of you," Rio wondered. "I was the bad girl before you two arrived," Opal snickered. "I wasn't in your league but I had radical thoughts." "The first day in the shower showed me as much," I confessed. "Well, that first body wash confirmed you weren't a girl," Opal bumped my hip with hers. "With Rio, well, it took us a while to figure out she wasn't a guy with a really small cock." Rio reached across me and smacked Opal. "My desire to be in the driver's seat doesn't make me a guy," Rio griped. "You are only the second person on this campus to have a girlfriend Rio," Opal rubbed her shoulder. "Give us a chance to adjust." "Adjust? I'm hoping for some conversions," Rio quipped. "Okay then, what are you doing tonight? Brigit and I are at loose ends," Opal offered. Rio stopped eating and looked over at Opal. "Sure, but the first one to suggest a pillow fight or that we paint our nails gets an attitude adjustment," Rio demanded. "I can hear Brigit's quim quivering already," Opal leered. "It's a date." Raven, and Paige again We had packed the last of our firearms away in the van modified to be a secure courier when the families in attendance and some of the other students gather around the bus. I spotted Raven hanging back with an older woman who was a bit heavier than she was. I walked over to make sure she was okay. "Hey Raven," I slipped past her guard and gave her a hug. She tensed up and muttered something. "What?" I wondered. "This is my mother, Carol," Raven said softly. She kept looking down at the ground. "It is nice to meet you Mr. Braxton," Carol greeted me. She seemed to be studying me intently as if she was expecting something from me. "It is nice to meet you to Ma'am," I grinned. "Raven is a really good friend to me and I couldn't be doing as well in English without her." "Do you and my daughter have a close relationship?" she pried. I could feel Raven start to fold up next to me in embarrassment. "I don't know what you mean?" I inquired. "Mom, we are just friends," Raven said sadly. Oh, now I thought I understood. "Mrs., Raven's Mom, Carol, please understand that being the only male in such a large female student body, several girls put all kinds of pressures on me," I began. "Your daughter is unique in that she treats me like a student first and that she truly helps me get by. If I couldn't touch base with her from time to time I might go nuts." "Oh," the Mom sounded somewhat disappointed. "Raven, how many girls have you helped me get away from?" I tried a different angle. "I, Paige, oh God Paige," Raven rumbled then, "and Barbie Lynn, and Rio and that girl Iona." "You really do help him with other girls?" Carol sounded surprised. "Yes Mom," Raven perked up. "Girls are always swarming around Zane, they won't let him study unless I'm around." Not totally the truth but hey. "I hope you understand that my daughter thinks a great deal of you," Carol drilled me with her over-productive Momma eyes. "The feeling is mutual," I nodded. The bus's horn beeped, it was time for us to board. "Raven, give me a kiss for luck at the meet?" Raven looked shocked but reached up on her tip-toes and kissed me on the cheek. I reciprocated the gesture and turned to leave. I had made it half way when I got blindsided and staggered. Several kisses smothered my face. "Hey Lover," Paige panted. "Good luck shooting shit and taking names." "I'm a spotter Paige. I don't actually shoot things," I clarified. "Good," she purred then stroked my cock. "Save more of that for me." "Who is that?" I heard Carol ask her daughter. "That's Paige," Raven growled with menace. Yeah, lots of love there. "Zane," Hope said evenly. We were ready to go. I gave Paige one more kiss and a squeeze on her ass then slipped passed Hope and got on the bus. Hope got on after me and Gorman started up the bus. "Well, that's not a send-off I'm used to," Genesis chuckled over Paige and I. "If it breaks his concentration, it won't be the only thing I'm sending off," Hope informed the bus to even more chuckles. Hell, it's a gun club; a bit of bloodthirstiness was to be expected. Working Past Homecoming. As Rio and I pulled into the driveway of my house, I noted both the progress Aunt Jill's contractors were making on the extension being built to shelter the motorcycles that were now hanging out at the place and their number. I also saw a bike that I didn't recognize with a brazen gang emblem on the saddle bags, Stormrider's, not Valarie's. Rio was still sulking over Mercy being with her parents. It was Saturday night so she had less than a day to go before Homecoming ended and Fall Break began. The hope was that Mercy could convince her parents she was required to stay on campus for the week school was out. Considering what her family patriarch thought of women's opinions, we didn't think she had a prayer. "A lot of bikes," Rio noted. "I don't care what Jill says, I'm grabbing a few beers." "Don't run around the front yard naked or swing from the rafters and we'll do fine," I joked. I wasn't going to fight Rio on this, I was preparing for a hung-over Rio at Church in the morning. We heard laughter as we stepped onto the porch. I swung the door open and announced us. "Jill, it's me and Rio," I said. The laughter died down and I heard footsteps coming my way. Jill and I met at the entry to the living room. We hugged, kissed and then she showed us in. Belle and Willa were regulars and Valarie was expected. The ginger-haired woman with a beer and a smile was unknown to me, though. "Zane, Rio, this is Fontana Palmer, Valarie's mother," Jill introduced us. "How's the leg, Old Lady?" Rio grinned. That's Rio for you. Fontana turned to Valarie. "You were right, you can't go ten minutes without wanting to punch her," she chuckled. "I got it for you," Belle hopped up. Rio, in her foul mood, was ready to get in a scrap right then and there but I knew that was plain stupid. "Come on, Belle," I intervened. "GF problems." "Yours or hers?" Belle hesitated. "Hers," I answered. Belle leaned past me and looked seriously at Rio. "Mercy's in trouble?" Belle sounded concerned. Willa half-turned on the sofa to get a better view of things. "She's with her," Rio bit down on the expletive for Jill's sake, "parents." "Ah, what a bitch," Belle moved past me and led Rio to the sofa. "Isn't it great when the folks decide that you aren't good enough for their little pride and joy? Been there, done that." Belle handed Rio her beer then looked back at me. "Zane, two more beers," she ordered. "Hi, Zane," I mocked myself, "Glad to have you back. How did the match go?" "It is good to have you back, Zane," Jill touched my arm. "How did the match go?" "What was the match in?" Fontana inquired. "Oh, hi, Mrs. Palmer," I corrected my rudeness. "He was in a marksmanship competition," Valarie jumped in. "How did you and Hope do?" "Hope took top spot but it was close," I informed them. "The number two guy came in .02 points behind and third was .08. The team took third place." All I have to say is those two guys scared the crap out of me. Apparently they shoot moose with .22's in their spare time or some shit like that. "Congratulations, Zane," Willa grinned. The room followed suit, except for Rio. I motioned Jill to return to her chair and made for the stairs. "Beers, bitch," Belle teased me. "Sorry, Jill, beers, Punk." I opted to not make a scene so I dropped my bag, went to the fridge, and got two beers. By the time I got back, Rio had buried her first beer and grabbed for her second. Belle took hers and winked. "What? No tip?" I wondered. "Oh, what were you expecting?" Belle tilted back her head. I ran a hand through her hair, leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Our tongues darted forth, then danced back and forth within our mouths. I put a hand on her shoulder then let it migrate down to her breast. I squeezed it gently and Belle moaned. I broke the kiss and smiled at her. "That'll do," I chuckled. Belle's eyes were alight and she was smiling as well. Jill was looking into the fireplace and blushing, Rio was blas , working through her beer, but the other three women were staring at me. "Beer, Zane," Valarie leered. Fontana, far from being protective, patted her daughter on the shoulder. "Oh, hell no," I waved off. "I was crawling through the woods all morning then spent the rest of the day riding in a bus with other smelly athletes. I'm putting my bag in my room and taking a shower." "Are you sure you know what to do showering alone?" Valarie called after me. Bitch. The first thing I noted was that someone had been sleeping in my bed. My money was on Fontana. I'd deal with that later but at the moment, all I wanted to do was get clean. As the hot water scalded away the grime and sweat I thought happy thoughts about Hope. She hadn't complimented me but she hadn't a bad thing to say about my performance either. In a way I felt 'in the zone'. I caught the range, slope and wind changes like a pro and I thought her score showed it. I knew she wanted the team to do better but with the youth of the squad, coming in third out of a field of twelve felt good to me. For Hope, nothing short of first would do. By the time I got downstairs, I was shirtless, wearing gym shorts, and drying my hair with a towel. The group had migrated to the den, the TV was on, and the conversation was muted. Jill's look told me I should have put on more clothes. I only wanted to unwind. The looks the other women were giving me were far less motherly. I groaned, shook my head and went to the kitchen for some OJ. When I returned, I looked around for a seat and decided to sit down at Jill's feet. She leaned forward and patted my shoulder. That was fine. Valarie and her mother constantly stealing my glances my way was less so. Rio was nursing a beer and her hurt feelings, Belle was running her hand through Rio's hair in a strangely comforting gesture, and Willa seemed amused by the whole affair. At the commercial break, Fontana stood up. "Zane, can I talk to you alone for a minute, outside," she requested. "Sure," I half stood then, "Wait, does this involve me and pain?" She snorted mirthfully. "No," she smirked. "If you behave I won't hurt you too much." "Go on, you wuss," Rio teased. "It isn't like you've despoiled her daughter or anything." "But I didn't," I explained desperately. "That's right," Willa joked. "It isn't like you two have rolled around in that, it's not a bed. What is it?" "It is a sleeping platform," I mumbled. "I got tired of girls taking a header off my bed." "That's awful considerate of you," Fontana smiled warmly. "A moment, please." I followed her into the hall, then reluctantly outside to the porch. I was wearing shorts and it was cold so I folded my arms to conserve some warmth. Fontana moved a few more steps down the porch, turned, and looked me over. "Zane, thank you for being a good friend to Valarie," Fontana began. That wasn't what I was expecting to hear. "Umm, okay," I responded. "See," Fontana went on, "when her father forced this on her to make her into his mold of what a good Christian woman should be, I was afraid the experience would leave her bitter." "Why is she doing this anyway?" I asked. "She's eighteen and can make her own choices." "Oh," Fontana mused thoughtfully. She paced back and forth once. "She likes you so much I assumed she told you." She paused for a moment. "After my problem with the law, my ex threatened to keep my other two daughters from me unless Valarie came to FFU." "Oh, the fuck you say," I growled. My arms came down and I balled up my fists. "Listen, I know a pretty good lawyer if you want someone to have another go at your case, or I can shove his head down a toilet until he changes his mind." Fontana laughed. "No, you are doing enough. Stormriders take care of themselves most of the time but it's good to have friends too," Fontana smiled. "Valarie is having a great time at school. She likes the girls she's met, well, some of them, and she's happy that so many are heading out our way over the summer," Fontana went on. "She's very proud." "I would have never guessed," I replied sarcastically. "No, really," Fontana faked her surprise well. "I know she hides it well but she's really proud of where she comes from. Honest." She paused again. "Can I ask you a personal question?" "Sure," I shrugged. "Why haven't you and my daughter hooked up? She won't tell me," Fontana questioned. "I'm not sure," I worked out. "I've never pressed her. She may not like having sex with the eternal audience that hovers around me. Maybe she's respectful of all the other women in my life right now. All those answers sound plausible." "Ha," Fontana laughed. "Stormriders aren't exactly bashful. She says your girlfriend, Heaven, shares but I think she really likes you because you aren't hitting on her." "She likes me because I respect her boundaries? Oh, Gawd," I groaned. "At times I really wish I was an asshole. As it is, I'm afraid that one day my cock is going to fall off." Fontana walked up, patted my crotch. "That would be a pity," she whispered into my ear before heading inside. Because I Must Secretly Abhor a Good Night's Sleep Later that evening At school, I slept on a contraption that easily slept twelve and was often occupied by eight. I go home so I can sleep, on the sofa? See, Valarie and her mom were in my room, they were guests after all. In the prepared guest room, now Belle's room, Willa and Belle had crashed out. We had three other rooms upstairs but Jill hadn't gotten around into making anything of them. Rio was supposed to join Valarie and Fontana in my bed but somewhere between the 12 and 20 beers she and Belle were sharing; Rio decided to grab a throw pillow, curl up on the floor and pass out/go to sleep. An effort to rouse her failed so I put a quilt over her and let her sleep it off. After 11:00 Jill went upstairs and the rest followed her to bed. I put a few logs on the fire and laid down to sleep on the sofa. I couldn't have been asleep more than an hour when I felt something nudge my hip. I looked up to see Fontana's ass pressed against my side, her looking down into my eyes. Fontana was beautiful but in a hard, flinty way. She was mature but compact, like a she-wolf with little padding or softness to her. Her long ginger hair was pulled back in a ponytail though her bangs were hanging loose. She wore a tight grey t-shirt that said 'Eyes Up!' that highlighted her breasts. Sure, a bit of a sag in her 36C's but very nice. The shirt only came halfway down her belly, fully exposing her bright red bikini brief panties to my gaze. Her eyes were the same blue as Valarie's and danced in the fading fire's light. There were lines around her eyes and her face was weathered but strong. I could have stupidly asked what she wanted but, hey, she was sitting next to me, dressed like that after 'lights out'. I propped my upper body with my right elbow while reaching out with my left and cupping her right cheek. As I drew her to me, Fontana twisted her body around so that she straddled me. I had to scoot my body toward the edge to give her knee room to settle down. She kissed me with a steady intensity that slowly pushed my head back to my pillow. "Man, you are easy," she breathed playfully after we broke a long embrace. "I thought I'd have to explain myself or some other shit like that," she added. "If there's anything else I need to know, you'll tell me," I said softly as I brushed her bangs aside. "I fig

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Moskau, 1937.Ein Team aus elf baskischen Fußballspielern betritt den Rasen fern der Heimat, während in Spanien der Bürgerkrieg tobt. Ihr Name: Euzkadi.Sie spielen nicht für Punkte, sondern für eine Idee für ein freies Baskenland, für die Erinnerung an ihre zerstörten Städte, für die Hoffnung auf Solidarität in einer zerrissenen Welt. Doch was als sportliche Freundschaftstour begann, wurde schnell zu einem politischen Ereignis: Die Sowjetunion nutzte die baskische Mannschaft als Symbol antifaschistischer Propaganda, während die Spieler selbst zwischen Glauben, Identität und Diplomatie gefangen waren. In dieser Folge spricht Host Nick mit dem Historiker André Gounot, einem Experten für Sportgeschichte.Gemeinsam rekonstruieren sie die ...Dieser Podcast wird vermarktet von der Podcastbude.www.podcastbu.de - Full-Service-Podcast-Agentur - Konzeption, Produktion, Vermarktung, Distribution und Hosting.Du möchtest deinen Podcast auch kostenlos hosten und damit Geld verdienen?Dann schaue auf www.kostenlos-hosten.de und informiere dich.Dort erhältst du alle Informationen zu unseren kostenlosen Podcast-Hosting-Angeboten. kostenlos-hosten.de ist ein Produkt der Podcastbude.

Klangstück von Michèle Rusconi. In ihrem dritten «Road-Audio» widmet sich die Künstlerin dem faszinierenden Faultier, dessen biologische Evolution mit dem Verschwinden der Dinosaurier vor 65 Millionen Jahren begann, das aber den Europäern erstmals vor rund fünfhundert Jahren begegnete. Wer das Hörspiel am Radio hören will: Samstag, 08.11.2025, 20.00 Uhr, Radio SRF 2 Kultur Diese Produktion ist das dritte und letzte Hörstück einer Trilogie. Nach dem urzeitlichen Quastenflosser und dem längst ausgestorbenen Dodo-Vogel hat sich die Schweizer Klangkünstlerin Michèle Rusconi nun der Kultur- und Evolutionsgeschichte des Faultiers zugewendet, das nur in Süd- und Mittelamerika existiert. Und wie in allen ihren «Road-Audios» tut sie dies auf der Schnittstelle von Musik, Geschichte, Wissenschaft und Literatur und schafft so eine mitreissende Klangwelt. «El perezoso», wie das Faultier auf Spanisch heisst, wurde den Europäern erst durch die Eroberung der Neuen Welt im 15. Jahrhundert bekannt. Die ersten Reiseberichte aus dem «Nuevo Mundo» schlugen in den eleganten Salons von Paris, London und Berlin ein wie ein Meteorit. Europa fiel in einen schweren kollektiven Kulturschock. Zwei unterschiedliche Denksysteme prallten wie Antipoden aufeinander. Die mitgebrachte Fauna und Flora und die exotischen Erzählungen verunsicherten und wirkten bedrohlich. Das träge Faultier stand als Symbol für den wilden unzivilisierten neuen Kontinent. Michèle Rusconi erzählt in ihrem Stück von der brutalen Conquista des reichen südamerikanischen Kontinents – quasi durch die Augen des fast reglos darüberhängenden Baumbewohners. Die Produktion wurde unterstützt durch die srks – Stiftung für Radio und Kultur Schweiz, die Sulger- Stiftung und die Stiftung Jsabelle Zogheb. ____________________ Mit: Janna Horstmann, Graham Valentine, Leila Férault, Franziska Seeberg, Peter von Stromberg, Anna Clementi und Tehila Nini Goldstein (auch Gesang) Musik: Estelle Costanzo (Harfe/Improvisation), Maurizio Grandinetti (elektrische Gitarre), Miguel Garcia Martin (Schlagwerk), Marcelo Nisinman (Bandoneon), Ludovic von Hellemont (Ondes Martenot), Luis Fernando Duque (Ocarinas), Lena Kiepenheuer (Rap) und Ulrike Jühe (Geräusche) ____________________ Text, Komposition und Regie: Michèle Rusconi – Tontechnik: Michèle Rusconi und Björn Müller – Redaktion: Susanne Janson ____________________ Produktion: SRF 2025

Der "türkische Tesla"- mit diesem Begriff wird sehr inoffiziell aber umso prägnanter das Auto bezeichnet, das heute in Deutschland auf den Markt kommt- das Modell T10X des türkischen Herstellers TOGG. Es soll in etwa in der Klasse von VW ID.4, Skoda Enyak oder Opel Grandland Electric antreten. Die Türkei mag nicht das allererste Land sein, an das man beim Thema Elektroautos denkt. Wie kommt es dazu, dass da jetzt eine Firma von dort die eben genannten Marktführer herausfordert? Ist dieses Auto zu 100 Prozent türkisch? Denn die Batteriezellen dafür kamen anfangs jedenfalls aus dem sachsen-anhaltischen Bitterfeld. Und was hat die Türkei sonst noch in Sachen Hightech geplant und in der Pipeline? Informationen dazu im Gespräch mit unserem ARD-Türkei-Korrespondenten Uwe Lueb in Istanbul.

Moskau, 1937. Ein Team aus elf baskischen Fußballspielern betritt den Rasen – fern der Heimat, während in Spanien der Bürgerkrieg tobt. Ihr Name: Euzkadi. Sie spielen nicht für Punkte, sondern für eine Idee – für ein freies Baskenland, für die Erinnerung an ihre zerstörten Städte, für die Hoffnung auf Solidarität in einer zerrissenen Welt. Doch was als sportliche Freundschaftstour begann, wurde schnell zu einem politischen Ereignis: Die Sowjetunion nutzte die baskische Mannschaft als Symbol antifaschistischer Propaganda, während die Spieler selbst zwischen Glauben, Identität und Diplomatie gefangen waren. In dieser Folge spricht Host Nick mit dem Historiker André Gounot, einem Experten für Sportgeschichte. Gemeinsam rekonstruieren sie die außergewöhnliche Reise des baskischen Teams durch die Sowjetunion – ein vergessenes Kapitel, das zeigt, wie Fußball zur Bühne internationaler Politik wurde.

Stephanie Döring lebt Wein mit Leichtigkeit, mit Herz und mit dem Wissen, dass Wein nix mit Etiketten zu tun hat, sondern mit Erde, Schmutz, Sonne, mit Menschen und vor allem, mit Glück. Stephanie lebt Wein, ohne ihn zu inszenieren. Für sie ist ein Glas kein Symbol, keine Bühne, kein Ritual. Es ist ein Moment, in dem alles andere abfällt: Etiketten, Namen, Etagen, Sprache. Sie spricht selten über Aromen. Nie über Punkte oder Bewertungen. In ihrer Gegenwart verliert Wein den Druck der Repräsentation. Jeder Schluck ist ein Gedanke. Kein Statement, kein Lifestyle, kein Dogma – nur Wahrnehmung. Ihr weinladen ist ein Ort der Verstreuung, kein Raum für Eitelkeit. Im weinladen, nein bei Stephanie geht es nicht um den Preis, nicht um die Seltenheit, nicht um das Prestige. Denn es gibt keine Regeln, keine Codes, keine Dresscodes – nur einen Menschen, der versteht, dass Wein nicht gemacht ist, um etwas zu werden, sondern um zu sein. Sie ist keine Sommelière im klassischen Sinn, keine Händlerin, keine Philosophin. Sie ist jemand, die Wein nicht konsumiert, sondern lebt. Jemand, die die Reduktion nicht als Verzicht versteht, sondern als Form der Klarheit. Und wer ihr begegnet, merkt: Es geht nicht um Wein. Es geht um das, was bleibt, wenn man alles Überflüssige weglässt. Denn es ist „Wein ohne Dresscode“, es ist sie durch und durch, danke für diese Leichtigkeit Stephanie Döring.

Moskau, 1937.Ein Team aus elf baskischen Fußballspielern betritt den Rasen fern der Heimat, während in Spanien der Bürgerkrieg tobt. Ihr Name: Euzkadi.Sie spielen nicht für Punkte, sondern für eine Idee für ein freies Baskenland, für die Erinnerung an ihre zerstörten Städte, für die Hoffnung auf Solidarität in einer zerrissenen Welt. Doch was als sportliche Freundschaftstour begann, wurde schnell zu einem politischen Ereignis: Die Sowjetunion nutzte die baskische Mannschaft als Symbol antifaschistischer Propaganda, während die Spieler selbst zwischen Glauben, Identität und Diplomatie gefangen waren. In dieser Folge spricht Host Nick mit dem Historiker André Gounot, einem Experten für Sportgeschichte.Gemeinsam rekonstruieren sie die ...Dieser Podcast wird vermarktet von der Podcastbude.www.podcastbu.de - Full-Service-Podcast-Agentur - Konzeption, Produktion, Vermarktung, Distribution und Hosting.Du möchtest deinen Podcast auch kostenlos hosten und damit Geld verdienen?Dann schaue auf www.kostenlos-hosten.de und informiere dich.Dort erhältst du alle Informationen zu unseren kostenlosen Podcast-Hosting-Angeboten. kostenlos-hosten.de ist ein Produkt der Podcastbude.

Diesmal bi Music Made in Germany trifft Miriam Audrey Hannah auf eine der ehrlichsten, stärksten und zugleich sensibelsten Stimmen des deutschen Pop: Stefanie Heinzmann. Gemeinsam feiern sie das neue Album der Schweizer Ausnahmekünstlerin – ein Werk voller Tiefe, Mut und Selbstvertrauen. Stefanie spricht über ihren langen Weg zu sich selbst, die Kraft des Loslassens und warum Wasser für sie zum Symbol ihres Lebens geworden ist: fließend, flexibel, kraftvoll. Zwischen ehrlichen Gesprächen über mentale Gesundheit, persönliche Entwicklung und musikalische Freiheit nimmt Stefanie uns mit auf eine sinnliche Reise – hoch auf ihre Almhütte, wo Stille, Holzduft und Bergluft zu ihrer Quelle der Ruhe werden.

Da erfüllst Du Dir Deinen lang gehegten Traum von einem Stuttgarter Luxus-SUV und kriegst das Ding endlich geliefert, merkst aber schnell das irgendwas nicht stimmt. Für 100.000 Euro sollte es beim Bremsen nicht unbedingt nach angebranntem Holz riechen. Was hier schief gelaufen ist, erzählt Euch Jan in unsere neusten Podcast-Folge. Karsten hingegen hat schon seinen nächsten Urlaub geplant: Mit dem Nachtzug nach Malmö. Ab April rollt die Direktverbindung von Baden nach Skandinavien und Karsten weiß schon genau, was er dort alles machen würde. Und in einem kleinen Ort mit dem wunderschönen Namen Mückenloch bei Heidelberg ist gerade eine Kuh dem Schlachter von der Schlachtbank gehüpft und seitdem auf der Flucht. Ab und zu wurde sie von Fußgängern im Wald gesichtet, konnte aber bisher nicht mehr eingefangen werden. Der Versuch sich selbst als Schaf zu tarnen ist ihr aber misslungen. Wie die Kuh nun zu einem Symbol für Freiheit und Frieden werden könnte, ist ebenfalls ein großes Thema in dieser Folge. 29:59 ist der Podcast, der sich wöchentlich mit spannenden Themen aus dem Sendegebiet des Radiosenders "die neue welle" auseinandersetzt. Unterhaltsame und manchmal auch sehr kuriose Geschichten, die im Radio nur kurz oder gar nicht vorkommen. Dies ist Folge: 304.

 Començarem el programa parlant d'una eina que ha revolucionat la manera de crear contingut arreu del món: Canva. I és que la plataforma acaba de presentar un nou paquet d'eines amb intel·ligència artificial que promet canviar, i molt, la manera com dissenyen empreses, escoles i creadors. I quan a la tertúlia Frik”, repassarem algunes de les notícies més calentes de la setmana: la millor funció dels AirPods Pro 3 que per fi arriba a Espanya, el possible MacBook “barat” que està cuinant Apple, l'arribada de WhatsApp a l'Apple Watch —per fi!—, avenços de la IA en medicina, un acord multimilionari entre OpenAI i Amazon, l'arribada d'Alexa+ a Amazon Music, la contrasenya surrealista del Louvre que s'ha filtrat… i fins i tot drones capaços de transportar objectes pesants treballant en equip.Efeméride:¡Muy buenos días, oyentes conectados! Bienvenidos a La Efeméride Tecnológica. 📻 Hoy es 5 de noviembre, y nos remontamos al año 1605, cuando Guy Fawkes fue capturado tras un intento de magnicidio: él formaba parte de la Gunpowder Plot, con la idea de volar la Cámara de los Lores en Londres y derrocar al poder. Ahora, ¿qué tiene que ver eso con la tecnología? Pues aquí viene lo curioso: ese rostro de Guy Fawkes —convertido en máscara estilizada gracias al cómic V for Vendetta (y luego película) diseñado por David Lloyd— fue adoptado como símbolo por el colectivo hacktivista Anonymous en el mundo digital. Por qué exactamente: ·    La máscara ofrecía anonimato visual, ideal para protestas o activismo en línea donde ocultar la identidad es clave.  ·    Se convirtió en un emblema del disenso digital: contra censura, vigilancia o autoridades.  ·    Y los movimientos tecnológicos y de internet vieron en ese símbolo una forma de decir “somos muchos, somos invisibles, pero estamos aquí”. Así que hoy, cada vez que te conectas, compartes, o veas un avatar con la máscara de Guy Fawkes, recuerda: lo que comenzó como una conspiración hace más de 400 años… ha viajado por libros, películas, foros y redes, hasta llegar a nuestros teclados y pantallas. Porque cada semana damos un vistazo al pasado… para entender el presente… y mirar hacia el futuro. ✨ Benvinguts a una nova edició d'InfoCopeLleida, l'espai on la tecnologia s'explica amb un somriure… i sense manual d'instruccions!

In dieser Folge spreche ich mit Roman Reher, bekannt aus der Bitcoin-Szene – aber wir reden nicht nur über Krypto. Wir reden über das Leben selbst. Über Krankheit, Schmerz, Transformation und den Mut, sich nicht mehr vom Außen definieren zu lassen. Roman erzählt offen von seinem persönlichen Weg, von Phasen, in denen der Körper ihn zwang, radikal ehrlich zu werden – mit sich, mit dem Leben, mit dem, was wirklich zählt. Und natürlich sprechen wir über Bitcoin – nicht als Investment, sondern als Symbol für Freiheit, Bewusstsein und Selbstverantwortung. Ein Gespräch über das Menschsein in einer Welt, die Kontrolle liebt. Über Heilung, Wahrheit und die Frage: Wie frei bist du wirklich – innerlich wie äußerlich?

Transpersonal psychologist and dharma teacher Dr. John Churchill joins us to explore how ancient wisdom and modern psychology unite in the path of conscious evolution. Drawing on decades of training in Tibetan Buddhism and developmental psychology, John reveals how the Bodhisattva path—awakening not just for oneself, but for the benefit of all beings—offers a map for our individual and collective transformation.https://livemomentous.com and use code KNOWTHYSELF for up to 35% off the best creatine in the game20% off Pique Life Tea:https://www.piquelife.com/knowthyselfGuided Meditation: https://youtu.be/i_5WApfC1pMAndrés Book Recs: https://www.knowthyselfpodcast.com/book-list___________00:00 Intro 01:38 Humanity's Evolutionary Moment 03:14 Planetary Perspective & Spiritual Transition 04:15 AI as Symbol of Transformation 05:06 End of Time & Psychological Judgment Day 07:18 Destiny vs. Fate in a New Age 09:06 Shift into Love as a Developmental Stage 10:57 Individuation & Inner Sovereignty 12:00 Seven Stages of the Heart-Mind 13:32 What Is the Heart-Mind? 14:02 Reincarnation & Consciousness Evolution 16:02 Awakening in Animals & Soul Development 17:00 Beauty, Goodness & Truth vs. Ego Development 18:43 Ad – Momentous Creatine 19:04 Cartesian Split & Blossoming Intelligence 20:21 Stage 1 – Awakening the Heart Seed 23:06 Stage 2 – Emotional Healing & Astral Awareness 26:08 Stage 3 – Training the Mind & Sacred Sciences 33:15 Stage 4 – Stabilizing Heart-Mind & Path of the Bodhisattva 36:46 Pitfalls on the Spiritual Path 42:00 Stage 5 – Integration & Service46:22 Ad - Pique Life 48:30 Stage 6 – Transcendence & Non-Dual Awareness 56:00 Stage 7 – Embodied Wisdom & Planetary Participation 01:04:00 The Bodhisattva Path in Modern Times 01:11:00 Navigating Glamour & Spiritual Ego 01:18:00 The Role of Practice & Discipline 01:25:00 Collective Awakening & Cultural Healing 01:32:00 Mystical Science & Sacred Technology 01:39:00 The Return of the Sacred Academy 01:46:00 Inner Sovereignty & Social Transformation 01:53:00 Living from the Heart-Mind 02:00:00 Final Reflections & Call to Action 02:06:00 Conclusion ___________Episode Resources: https://www.planetarydharma.comhttps://www.instagram.com/planetarydharma/https://www.instagram.com/andreduqum/https://www.instagram.com/knowthyself/https://www.youtube.com/@knowthyselfpodcasthttps://www.knowthyselfpodcast.com

John Lennons "Imagine" ist sein Traum vom Weltfrieden; ein Symbol des 70er-Zeitgeists – und zugleich aktueller denn je. Roland erzählt die Geschichte hinter dem Song und entdeckt zwischen hunderten Coverversionen berührende Neuinterpretationen.

Welcome back, everyone, for the conclusion of my interview with retired DEA Special Agents Steve Murphy, Chris Feistl, and Wes Tabor as we talk about recent maritime operations in the Caribbean and Eastern Pacific involving the U.S. Navy eliminating drug running vessels. Here’s a little bit about these legends in the DEA. DEA Special Agent Wes Tabor was embedded in Venezuela, battling the drug cartel and gangs for three years. He had a front-row seat to the prospering drug trade and threat to the United States and wrote the book, Infiltrate America: Blood Routes and the Rise of Latin American Gangs. Retired DEA Special Agent Steve Murphy and his partner Javier Pena are best known for taking down the Medellin Cartel and its leader, Pablo Escobar. Steve is an expert in drug smuggling and cartels and is considered an expert in the world of narcoterrorism. Steve and Javier’s work was featured in many television documentaries and was featured in the Netflix special, DEA Narcos. Retired DEA Special Agent Chris Feistl and his partner Dave Mitchell are best known for taking down the Cali Cartel and its leaders Gilberto and Miguel Rodríguez Orejuela. Chris’s work was featured in many television documentaries and was also featured in season three of the Netflix special DEA Narcos. After listening to these three experts, it is clearer than ever to me that narcoterrorism is brewing in South and Central America is a clear and present danger to our country. Please enjoy this eye-opening and informative interview with real experts and not celebrities or people stuck in their echo chambers making stuff up as they go along. In today’s episode, we discuss: ·      What gives us the legal right to conduct these maritime operations?. ·      The Maduro family tree of drug running. ·      Maritime operations with the DEA. ·      The president is not ruling out strikes on Venezuelan drug production sites. Also, he is hinting that the next phase is ground assaults on illegal drug transportation. What have we done in the past to curtail these ground operations, and how effective have they been? ·      UN Article 51 ·      The president has said that for every drug running boat that is sunk, it is saving 25,000 American lives. ·      Most homicides or violent crimes have a nexus to illegal street drugs. ·      The complacency in this country regarding illegal narcotics. ·      Can we put aside our hatred of some for the president, for the common good, ahead of our feelings? ·      How does it make you feel, as retired DEA agents who spent a good chunk of your lives fighting high-level drug operations, that we now have a government that seems to be taking illegal drug operations seriously?      All of this and more on today’s episode of the Cops and Writers podcast.      Visit Steve Murphy's website! Visit Wes Tabor's Website! Visit Chris Feistl's Website!        Check out the new Cops and Writers YouTube channel! Check out my newest book, The Good Collar (Michael Quinn Vigilante Justice Series Book 1)!!!!! Enjoy the Cops and Writers book series. Please visit the Cops and Writers website.

Leider findet sich nicht immer die Zeit, um eine neue Rezension zu schreiben und die Hörerinnen mit neuem Input zu erfreuen. Das liegt zum einen daran, dass es manchmal einfach nicht zum straffen Zeitplan passt und zum anderen, dass gelegentlich auch einfach die Lektüre fehlt, die mich so mitreißt, dass ich unbedingt etwas darüber schreiben will. Passend zum grauen Wetter habe ich daher heute einen alte, bereits vor neun Jahren und ebenfalls im November von mir veröffentlichte Rezension ausgesucht, die es lohnt, noch einmal erneut Beachtung zu finden.Bereits im Jahr 1869 schrieb der gerade einmal 23 jährige Franzose Isidor Lucien Ducasse, besser bekannt unter dem Pseudonym Lautréamont, sein Werk „Die Gesänge des Maldoror“, welches 1963 in deutscher Übersetzung im Rowohlt Verlag erschien. Dieses, sein einziges vollendetes Werk, gilt als Klassiker der Schwarzen Romantik und übte gleichfalls großen Einfluss auf die Surrealisten aus. Der Protagonist Maldoror besingt in sechs Gesängen sowohl seine eigene als auch die Grausamkeit der Menschen, ebenso wie seine Verachtung für den Schöpfer. Meine Rezension möchte ich mit folgendem Zitat beginnen:„Es liegt die Welt in Scherben,Einst liebten wir sie sehrNun hat für uns das Sterben,Nicht viele Schrecken mehr.“ (1944)Diese erste Strophe aus Hermann Hesses Gedicht „Leb' wohl, Frau Welt“, welches 1944 und damit circa 75 Jahre nach Lautréamonts Werk erschien, deutet eine Thematik an, die die Dichter und Philosophen über Jahrzehnte und Jahrhunderte hinweg beschäftigte und beschäftigt und die auch in unserem Alltag fest verankert ist. Die Medien berichten unablässig über die Gräueltaten der menschlichen Rasse, sei es im kleinen oder großen Stil. Wir sind jedoch nur begrenzt in der Lage, all diese Informationen zu verarbeiten und halten uns bewusst vor der Auseinandersetzung zurück, solange es uns selbst nicht betrifft und vielleicht auch, um darüber nicht völlig zu verzweifeln.Anders löst der Protagonist Maldoror dieses Thema für sich. Er, dessen Name so viel wie„Sonne des Bösen“ (Aurore du Mal), oder auch „Vergolder des Bösen“ bedeutet, zelebriert die Abscheulichkeiten und besingt die Bösartigkeiten der Bestie Mensch, nicht ohne dabei auch den Schöpfer ins Gericht zu nehmen, der diese Kreatur erschaffen hat. Maldoror sucht einerseits die Einsamkeit, indem er sich in Höhlen und anderen entlegenen Plätzen aufhält, andererseits braucht er die Gegenwart der Menschen, um seinen abartigen Neigungen zu frönen und den Menschen größt mögliches Leid in Form von beispielsweise Misshandlungen, Vergewaltigungen und Kindsmord zuzufügen. Maldoror sieht das Leben nicht als Geschenk an, sondern als fremdbestimmte Entscheidung, an der er keinen Anteil hat. Er wäre lieber „der Sohn der Haiin […] und des Tigers“ (S. 20) geworden, deren Grausamkeit bekannt ist und die die des Menschen trotzdem nicht im Ansatz übertrifft. Die gottgegebene Fähigkeit zu leiden, sieht er als verdienstreich und als Ideal an.Während des Lesens stellt sich die Frage, welches Geschöpf Maldoror selbst eigentlich ist. Zwar wird er im Klappentext des Buches als gefallener Engel, satanischer Verführer und als Verkörperung des absolut Bösen bezeichnet, doch beim genauen Lesen wird deutlich, dass der Satan nicht nur sein Rivale, sondern sogar sein Feind ist. (s. S. 137) Auch die aufkommende Vermutung, dass er ein Vampir sei, negiert er im Text selbst, mit der Begründung: „man hält mich zu Unrecht für einen Vampir, da man Tote so nennt, die dem Grabe entsteigen; ich aber bin ein Lebender“ (S. 198) Ich glaube vielmehr, dass Maldoror als Metapher für das Böse im Allgemeinen gedeutet werden kann. Nämlich für die über die Jahrhunderte und Epochen hinweg herrschenden Übel der Welt, die in immer anderen Gesichtern Unheil bringen.Und doch geht es Lautréamont mit seinem Roman nicht allein darum, das Schlechte der Menschen aufzuzeigen. Vielmehr verbirgt sich hinter seiner metaphernreichen Sprache, seinem Radikalismus, seiner Vulgarität und seinen Übertreibungen der Wille, beim Leser den Wunsch nach dem Guten im Menschen zu wecken. Auch sein Protagonist ist nicht das ausschließlich Böse, sondern besitzt Moral, wie sich meiner Meinung nach, an folgendem Zitat zeigt:„...aber vor allem kommt es darauf an, richtige Begriffe über die Grundlagen der Moral zu besitzen, solcherart, daß jeder von dem Prinzip durchdrungen sein muß, das befiehlt, den anderen so zu behandeln wie man vielleicht selber behandelt werden möchte.“ (S. 201/202)Die Ambivalenz Maldorors zeigt sich darin, dass er einerseits Freude daran hat, anderen beim Foltern zuzusehen, andererseits aber auch hilft und verachtend auf die Unvernunft und Rachsüchtigkeit der Menschen blickt, während die Tiere dem Menschen in dieser Hinsicht überlegen sind. Der Vergleich mit Tieren, der Wunsch des Protagonisten, selbst ein Tier zu sein, sowie Tiere als Metapher sind ein von Lautréamont häufig genutztes Stilmittel. Den Schöpfer bezeichnet er als hochmütig und als Voyeur, der sich nachts die Träume der Schlafenden ansieht.„Die Gesänge des Maldoror“ sind keinesfalls einfach zu lesen, schon aufgrund einer Sprache, die wir heute so nicht mehr verwenden. Wenn der Zugang dazu einmal geglückt ist und man sich sozusagen ‘eingelesen' hat, ergeben sich weitere Schwierigkeiten. Zum einen die mitunter sehr langen und verschachtelten Sätze, zum anderen die Vermischung von Realität, Traum, Metapher und auch Halluzinatorischen. Oft ist nicht ganz klar bzw. eindeutig mit wem oder wovon Maldoror gerade spricht. Hinzu kommen die Brutalität, Grausamkeit und der Sadismus, mit denen Maldoror agiert und die Lautréamont bewusst einsetzt, um zu schockieren, aber vor allem um zu läutern. Nicht ohne Grund hatte er daher Schwierigkeiten, sein Buch verlegen zu lassen.Und doch schafft es Lautréamont, dass der Leser nicht nur Abneigung gegen Maldoror empfindet, sondern sich auch in ihn und seine zutiefst menschlichen Fragen hinein fühlen kann, wie beispielsweise folgende: „Oft habe ich mich gefragt, was leichter zu ergründen sei: die Tiefe des Ozeans oder die Tiefe des menschlichen Herzens!“ (S.24/25) Diese Frage mag zunächst etwas pathetisch klingen, doch der Ozean ist ein wichtiges Motiv im Roman. Denn der Ozean ist majestätisch und birgt eine enorme Tier- und Pflanzenwelt und neben diesen bekannten Dingen auch viele Geheimnisse und unerforschte Stellen. Maldoror geht sogar soweit, ihn, also den Ozean, den ‘großen Junggesellen' zu nennen, was in diesem Fall eine Bezeichnung für Gott ist und deutlich macht, welchen Stellenwert der Ozean für Maldoror einnimmt. Sein innehalten und seine Gedanken über den Ozean, zählen für mich zu den schönsten Stellen im gesamten Buch, da sie nicht nur Bilder und Assoziationen in mir hervorrufen, sondern auch sehr treffend formuliert sind, weshalb ich an dieser Stelle gern noch einmal zitieren möchte:„Alter Ozean, du bist das Symbol der Identität: immer dir selber gleich. Im Grunde deines Wesens änderst du dich nicht, und wenn deine Wogen irgendwo in Aufruhr sind, dann sind sie in einer anderen, ferneren Gegend in vollendeter Ruhe. Du gleichst nicht dem Menschen, der auf der Straße stehenbleibt, um zwei Bulldoggen zuzusehen, die sich an der Gurgel packen, der aber auch nicht stehenbleibt, wenn man einen Menschen zu Grabe trägt, der heute morgen zugänglich ist und heute abend schlechter Laune; der heute lacht und morgen weint. Ich grüße dich, alter Ozean!“ (S. 23)„Die Gesänge des Maldoror“ sind keine einfache Lektüre, nichts das man eben mal so nebenbei liest und doch sehr lesenswert, da sie im Laufe der Zeit nicht an Aktualität verloren haben. Daher möchte ich Lautréamonts einziges, vollendetes Werk unbedingt weiter empfehlen, auch wenn das einmalige Lesen sicher nicht genügt, um es in Gänze zu durchdringen, so doch um zunächst einen Eindruck dessen zu gewinnen, worum es dem Autor ging, nämlich: „um den Leser zu bedrücken und in ihm den Wunsch nach dem Guten als Heilmittel zu wecken.“ This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit lobundverriss.substack.com

In den vergangenen 10 Jahren ist im äthiopischen Hochland ein neues Bauwerk für die Jahrhunderte entstanden: der Grand Ethiopian Renaissance Damm. Der größte Staudamm Afrikas. Verbunden mit großen energie- und wirtschaftspolitischen Versprechen, soll er Äthiopien in eine neue energiereiche Zeit führen. Aber der Damm ist mehr als nur ein afrikanisches Entwicklungsprojekt, er ist auch Ausdruck neuer Machtverhältnisse am Nil, Symbol einer tektonischen geopolitischen Verschiebung, Ausdruck afrikanischer Selbstbehauptung und gleichzeitig Brennpunkt eines Konflikts, der Millionen Menschen existenziell bedrohen könnte. Während Äthiopien den GERD als nationale Renaissance feiert, sieht vor allem Ägypten seine Lebensader bedroht. Denn 95% des ägyptischen Wassers kommen aus dem Nil – und damit aus Äthiopien. Was passiert, also wenn ein Land an der Quelle sitzt und das andere am Ende des Flusses? Wer hat das Recht auf das Wasser? Und wie weit würde Ägypten gehen, um es zu verteidigen? Diese Folge erzählt die Geschichte eines Landes und seines Damms, der zum Schauplatz kolonialer Altlasten, ethnischer Spannungen und des Ringens zwischen China, den USA und Europa um Einfluss in Afrika geworden ist. Es geht um die Frage, wie afrikanische Entwicklung im 21. Jahrhundert aussehen kann – und um den Preis, den sie hat. Für Menschen, für Ökosysteme und für die politische Stabilität einer ganzen Region.

In this thought-provoking sermon from Calvary Bible Church, Brad Colburn guides us through John Chapter 7, focusing on the pervasive theme of unbelief and the transformative power of the Holy Spirit. As we explore the significance of the Feast of Booths, we learn about God's provision and the promise of His Spirit, symbolized by living water. Discover how Jesus offers us a new heart and spirit, empowering us to live a life that pleases God. This message challenges us to let the living water flow from us, bringing life to those around us. 0:00 - Introduction by Brad Colburn 2:15 - Scripture Reading: John Chapter 7 5:30 - Context of Unbelief in John 7 10:45 - Understanding the Feast of Booths 15:00 - God's Provision and Promise 20:30 - Water as a Symbol of the Holy Spirit 25:00 - Jesus' Invitation to Drink 30:15 - Living Water Flowing from Believers 35:00 - The Role of the Holy Spirit in Transformation 40:00 - Conclusion and Call to Communion Join us as we reflect on the abundant life Jesus offers and our role in spreading His life-giving Spirit to the world. To learn more about Calvary, visit calvarybible.com. Find out what's happening at Calvary: calvarybible.com/events How can we pray for you? calvarybible.com/prayer

In this thought-provoking sermon from Calvary Bible Church, Brad Colburn guides us through John Chapter 7, focusing on the pervasive theme of unbelief and the transformative power of the Holy Spirit. As we explore the significance of the Feast of Booths, we learn about God's provision and the promise of His Spirit, symbolized by living water. Discover how Jesus offers us a new heart and spirit, empowering us to live a life that pleases God. This message challenges us to let the living water flow from us, bringing life to those around us. 0:00 - Introduction by Brad Colburn 2:15 - Scripture Reading: John Chapter 7 5:30 - Context of Unbelief in John 7 10:45 - Understanding the Feast of Booths 15:00 - God's Provision and Promise 20:30 - Water as a Symbol of the Holy Spirit 25:00 - Jesus' Invitation to Drink 30:15 - Living Water Flowing from Believers 35:00 - The Role of the Holy Spirit in Transformation 40:00 - Conclusion and Call to Communion Join us as we reflect on the abundant life Jesus offers and our role in spreading His life-giving Spirit to the world. To learn more about Calvary, visit calvarybible.com. Find out what's happening at Calvary: calvarybible.com/events How can we pray for you? calvarybible.com/prayer

Achtung, schwarze Katze!? – An Halloween sieht man sie überall: schwarze Katzen. Für viele sind sie Unglücksbringer. Doch in manchen Ländern bedeuten sie genau das Gegenteil. Wie kam es dazu und was heißt das auch heute noch für die Tiere?

Fania Fainer's friends risked their lives to celebrate her 20th birthday in a forced labour factory in Auschwitz, fashioning a tiny ersatz cake along with a folded paper greeting card shaped like a heart. Decades later, she was living in Toronto when she decided to donate it to the Montreal Holocaust Museum to further the cause of Holocaust education. Her origami heart was also featured in the recent Auschwitz exhibition at Toronto's Royal Ontario Museum. Fainer is one of the prominent members of Canada's Jewish community who passed away recently. Just ahead of Holocaust Education Week, The CJN's _North Star _podcast is paying tribute to her and to other community leaders as part of our recurring series, “Honourable Menschen”. On today's episode, host Ellin Bessner is joined by The CJN's obituary columnist, Heather Ringel, to share the stories of Fainer and: Cantor Ben Maissner, who served at Holy Blossom Temple in Toronto for 40 years; Carole Grafstein, who helped found the Canadian Women Against Antisemitism group after Oct. 7 and raised millions for many charities as a member of the Toronto Glitter Girls; Montreal's Sid Stevens, who co-founded the Sun Youth organization; and Ben Schlesinger, a child Holocaust survivor who transformed his trauma into a career in social work. Related links Read more about the life of the late Fania Fainer in The Canadian Jewish News. Read the obituary of the late Cantor Ben Maissner from Holy Blossom Temple, in The CJN. Find out more about the life of the late Carole Grafstein, who raised millions for charity, in The CJN. Read how the late Sid Stevens co-founded Montreal's Sun Youth organization, started first food banks, and Crime Stoppers, in The CJN. Learn how the late Ben Schlesinger survived Kristallnacht as a child to become a renowned Canadian social worker at the U of T, in The CJN. Credits Host and writer: Ellin Bessner (@ebessner) Production team: Zachary Kauffman (senior producer), Andrea Varsany (producer), Michael Fraiman (executive producer) Music: Bret Higgins Support our show Subscribe to The CJN newsletter Donate to The CJN (+ get a charitable tax receipt) Subscribe to North Star (Not sure how? Click here)

Die neue Premierministerin Sanae Takaichi, eine bekennende Konservative und früher Heavy-Metal-Fan, inszenierte den Besuch des US-Präsidenten als Zeichen größter Loyalität: Gebäude in Tokio leuchteten in den Farben der US-Flagge, Kaiser Naruhito empfing Trump mit außergewöhnlicher Herzlichkeit, und es gab – ganz im Stil des Gastes – vergoldete Golfbälle als Geschenk. Doch hinter der Fassade der Freundschaft steht eine Machtverschiebung. Takaichi gilt als politische Erbin des ermordeten Ex-Premiers Shinzō Abe – und als Symbol eines neuen, nationalkonservativen Japans, das sich militärisch stärker aufstellen und außenpolitisch neu definieren will. In dieser Folge von »Acht Milliarden« spricht Host Juan Moreno mit Wieland Wagner, langjähriger SPIEGEL-Korrespondent in Tokio, über Trumps Einfluss auf Japan, den Aufstieg von Sanae Takaichi und den Prozess gegen den Attentäter von Shinzō Abe – ein politisches Drama zwischen Macht und Vergeltung. Mehr zum Thema: (S+) Besuch in Japan: Trump sichert sich seltene Erden (und 250 Kirschbäume)https://www.spiegel.de/ausland/donald-trump-in-japan-us-praesident-sichert-sich-seltene-erden-und-250-kirschbaeume-a-de834ffa-6d7c-4eb5-a3af-22f6bd549240 Anmerkung der Redaktion: In einer vorherigen Version dieser Folge haben wir Sanae Takaichi als Staatschefin bezeichnet, richtig ist Premierministerin. Wir haben die Überschrift geändert. Außerdem wurde in einem Satz versehentlich Trump statt Shinzō Abe genannt. Diesen Satz haben wir entfernt. +++ Alle Infos zu unseren Werbepartnern finden Sie hier. Die SPIEGEL-Gruppe ist nicht für den Inhalt dieser Seite verantwortlich. +++ Den SPIEGEL-WhatsApp-Kanal finden Sie hier. Alle SPIEGEL Podcasts finden Sie hier. Mehr Hintergründe zum Thema erhalten Sie mit SPIEGEL+. Entdecken Sie die digitale Welt des SPIEGEL, unter spiegel.de/abonnieren finden Sie das passende Angebot. Informationen zu unserer Datenschutzerklärung.

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Am 1. November jährt sich zum ersten Mal das Unglück von Novi Sad. Zu Mittag war damals das Vordach des Hauptbahnhofes eingestürzt. 14 Menschen kamen vor Ort  ums Leben, zwei weitere erlagen später ihren Verletzungen. Das Unglück löste die größte Protestwelle in Serbien aus. Der Vorfall wurde zum Symbol für die korrupte Regierung von Präsident Aleksandar Vučić. Der Politikwissenschaftler Vedran Džihić vom Österreichischen Institut für Internationale Politik (oiip) lässt im Gespräch mit Solmaz Khorsand das vergangene Jahr Revue passieren, analysiert die Protestbewegung, die mit brachialer Gewalt vom Staatsapparat niedergeschlagen wird und die viel zu spät in die Gänge gekommene Solidarität Europas für die Demonstrierenden.   Wir würden uns sehr freuen, wenn Du "Ganz offen gesagt" auf einem der folgenden Wege unterstützt:Werde Unterstützer:in auf SteadyKaufe ein Premium-Abo auf AppleKaufe Artikel in unserem FanshopSchalte Werbung in unserem PodcastFeedback bitte an redaktion@ganzoffengesagt.atTranskripte und Fotos zu den Folgen findest Du auf podcastradio.at

Happy Hump Day!!!! Just a few more sleeps until Halloween. Speaking of Halloween, we ran down a list of the top Pop-Culture costumes of 2025 and which horror movie you should watch based on your Zodiac sign. In the news, nobody won the Mega Millions drawing last night, Hurricane Melissa continues to batter Jamaica, and we might get contacted by aliens today. In sports, the Blue Jays bounced back last night in Game 4 of the World Series, the Bucks beat the Knicks, a Penguins fan suffered life-threatening injuries after falling from the upper level of their arena, and a look at Week 9 of the NFL. Elsewhere in sports, some interesting stats from the epic Game Three of the World Series. With Week 9 kicking off tomorrow, we made our Pigskin Picks this morning. And we also discussed the latest trend on TikTok…something called "Bird Theory". We talked about the Fat Bear contest a few weeks ago, and now a parks department in Texas just conducted the first ever Fat Squirrel Week! Cool kid from the Philly area raised a bunch of money for his town's K-9 unit. And check out this incredible video of officers near Fort Worth saved a child's life after it was pinned underneath an overturned car. New month starts on Saturday, so we gave you a list of things to look forward to in the month of November. And in today's edition of "Bad News with Happy Music", we had stories about a #FloridaMan who got busted for smashing a bunch of pumpkins at Target, a truck carrying a bunch of aggressive lab monkeys crashed and now they're on the loose, a guy who shot his neighbor because he thought she was over-feeding her horse, A Chinese family sued their daughter's school after the child was diagnosed with "acute and transient psychotic disorder" that was allegedly caused by a HORROR movie she had watched in class, the wild dogs at Chernobyl are apparently turning blue, and a #FloridaWoman who might be the worst criminal in the world.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Welcome, everyone, to a special Cops and Writers Podcast. Since September, the US Navy has destroyed at least 10 vessels that were suspected of carrying illegal drugs headed for the United States, mostly in the Caribbean near Venezuela. I have heard so many opinions on this from ‘experts’, I'm using air quotes, and I wanted to get the true story. My mind went immediately to my interviews with retired DEA Special Agent Wes Tabor (episodes 235,236, & 237). Wes was embedded in Venezuela, battling the drug cartel and gangs for three years. He had a front-row seat to the prospering drug trade and threat to the United States and wrote the book, Infiltrate America: Blood Routes and the Rise of Latin American Gangs. So, of course, I asked him to be on the show again, and he graciously agreed. Of course, I would be remiss if I were going to be talking about drug cartels and smuggling not to have two experts who took down some of the most notorious drug cartels and their leaders in modern times. Steve Murphy and Chris Feistl.  Retired DEA Special Agent Steve Murphy and his partner Javier Pena are best known for taking down the Medellin Cartel and its leader, Pablo Escobar. Steve is an expert in drug smuggling and cartels and is considered an expert in the world of narcoterrorism. Steve and Javier’s work was featured in many television documentaries and was featured in the Netflix special, DEA Narcos. Retired DEA Special Agent Chris Feistl and his partner Dave Mitchell are best known for taking down the Cali Cartel and its leaders Gilberto and Miguel Rodríguez Orejuela. Chris’s work was featured in many television documentaries and was also featured in season three of the Netflix special DEA Narcos. After listening to these three experts, it is clearer than ever to me that the narcoterrorism that is brewing in South America is a clear and present danger to our country. I feel this topic is so important that I’m doing an early release of this episode and will air the conclusion of this episode this Sunday. Please enjoy this eye-opening and informative interview with actual experts and not celebrities or people stuck in their echo chambers making stuff up as they go along.   In today’s episode, we discuss: ·      Since September, the US Navy has destroyed at least 10 vessels that were suspected of carrying illegal drugs headed for the United States, mostly in the Caribbean near Venezuela.  ·      What are these boats, and how much cargo can they hold? What drug(s) are aboard these boats? They are obviously not ‘fishing boats.’ ·      The obvious clues indicate that these go-fast boats are drug-running boats. ·      How to discover illegal narcotics on container ships. ·      Narco submarines and their use in drug smuggling. Not much fishing is being done from a submarine. ·      Where do you see this going in the future? Are container ships next? ·      Who is conducting the criminal investigation when people are recovered? Are there arrests being made? Who and where would the interrogation take place? ·      One criticism of these actions is that nobody is disclosing any evidence of drugs aboard these vessels. How would you get this intel? How closely do you think we are working with our intelligence partners (CIA)? ·      The president has ordered a carrier strike group led by the Gerald Ford into the Venezuela area. Donald Trump, who is now unfiltered as a second-term president, isn’t pulling punches. He is saying that this will continue, and he said. “We’re just going to kill people who are bringing drugs into our country. … They’re going to be, like, dead.” ·      There was never a ‘war’ on drugs. ·      Medellin and Cali cartel members in Venezuela. ·      The clear and present danger to the United States brewing in South America.      All of this and more on today’s episode of the Cops and Writers podcast.      Visit Steve Murphy's website!      Visit Wes Tabor's Website!      Visit Chris Feistl's Website!        Check out the new Cops and Writers YouTube channel! Check out my newest book, The Good Collar (Michael Quinn Vigilante Justice Series Book 1)!!!!! Enjoy the Cops and Writers book series. Please visit the Cops and Writers website.

US-Präsident Donald Trump startet am 27. Oktober den dreitägigen Staatsbesuch in Japan. Gemeinsam mit Premierministerin Sanae Takaichi, der ersten Frau an Japans Regierungsspitze, will er das Bündnis beider Nationen auf eine neue Ebene heben. Ein gemeinsamer Flug mit dem Präsidentenhelikopter „Marine One“ gilt als außergewöhnliches Symbol für das Vertrauen zwischen Washington und Tokio.

Zwischen Luxus und Shutdown, Spenden und Symbolik: Der Umbau des Weißen Hauses wird zum Sinnbild für Trumps Amerika. Der US-Präsident lässt den Ostflügel des Weißen Hauses abreißen, um Platz für einen gigantischen Ballsaal zu schaffen. In dieser Folge sprechen Ingo Zamperoni und Jiffer Bourguignon über den Ballsaal, die Spender, die wirtschaftliche Lage und darüber, was das alles mit Project 2025, der konservativen Umbau-Agenda für die USA, zu tun hat. Während Trump sich den prunkvollen Ballsaal bauen lässt, stehen Regierungsangestellte für Essensspenden an. Das Land steckt noch immer im Shutdown und die Gehaltschecks bleiben aus. Auch für viele Familien wird die Lage dramatisch: Ab November steigen die Kosten für die Krankenversicherungen deutlich. "Vor diesem Hintergrund wirkt der Pomp um Trumps Ballsaal im Weißen Haus für mich völlig abgehoben", findet Jiffer. Bei dem Ballsaal geht es um weit mehr als Architektur. Für viele Amerikaner ist er ein Symbol für Trumps Machtanspruch und für eine Demokratie im Umbau. Mit Project 2025 hat die konservative Heritage Foundation einen Plan entworfen, der den Staatsapparat und die Gesellschaft unter Präsident Trump grundlegend neu ordnen soll - mit weitreichenden Folgen für Demokratie und Rechtsstaat. Einschätzungen dazu gibt es vom Historiker Thomas Zimmer, der fünf Jahre an der Georgetown University in Washington D.C. gelehrt hat. Er erklärt, wie tiefgreifend Trump die amerikanische Demokratie verändert. Checks and Balances gäbe es im Moment kaum. Der Kongress kontrolliere Trump nicht. Und am Ende entscheide der Oberste Gerichtshof, mit einer klaren Sechs-zu-drei-Mehrheit für die Republikaner, beschreibt Zimmer im Interview. Fragen & Feedback: podcast@ndr.de Live-Podcast zur Hamburger Woche der Pressefreiheit: "Weltspiegel Podcast" und "Amerika, wir müssen reden!" am 04.11.25, 19:00-21:00 in der Zentralbibliothek in Hamburg. Weitere Informationen und kostenlose Tickets finden Sie hier: https://www.buecherhallen.de/zentralbibliothek-termin/hamburger-woche-der-pressefreiheit-amerika-wir-muessen-reden-20226/datum/20251104.html Interview mit dem Historiker Thomas Zimmer über das Project 2025 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bdFV3CWaYTw Heritage Foundation: Was steckt hinter Project 2025? https://www.tagesschau.de/ausland/amerika/usa-project-2025-umsetzung-100.html Newsletter von Historiker Thomas Zimmer https://thomaszimmer.substack.com/ Podcast-Tipp: "Synapsen" - Folge "Atmen - die unterschätzte Superkraft" https://www.ardaudiothek.de/episode/urn:ard:episode:d10f8522b1ff6605/

Welcome back, everyone, for the conclusion of my interview with Army Veteran, former Wichita Police Officer, Stuntman, Actor, DJ, Standup Comic, and Author Duane Michaels. Duane is focusing his energy these days on making it as an actor in Hollywood, along with writing his most recent book, Cop Ink: Donuts, Decapitation & Dumpster Sex. Real Calls That Will Make You Laugh, Cry & Gasp! I’m so glad I got the chance to chat with Duane and learn about his law enforcement career and his book, and his acting career! Please enjoy my conversation with Duane Michaels. In today’s episode, we discuss: ·      Why he wrote Cop Ink: Donuts, Decapitation & Dumpster Sex. Real Calls That Will Make You Laugh, Cry & Gasp. ·      The dog poop story. ·      Commandeering a pizza delivery car chasing a suspect. ·      Bringing his mom along on a ride along. · Accidentally blowing up someone's ashes. ·      Breaking his back in five places and how he recovered. ·      Witnessing pure evil and losing faith in humanity. ·      The changes in law enforcement throughout the years. ·      Duane’s path to Hollywood. ·      His advice for rookie actors trying to make it big. ·      The heartwarming roller rink story.      Check out Duane's book Cop Ink: Donuts, Decapitation & Dumpster Sex. Real Calls That Will Make You Laugh, Cry & Gasp!       Check out the new Cops and Writers YouTube channel! Check out my newest book, The Good Collar (Michael Quinn Vigilante Justice Series Book 1)!!!!! Enjoy the Cops and Writers book series. Please visit the Cops and Writers website.    

London im Nieselregen, irgendwo zwischen Mayfair und der Themse: Tweed, Blazer, Hut und Regenschirm - kaum ein Land hat seinen Stil so konsequent kultiviert wie Großbritannien. Britische Mode ist kein Zufall, sondern eine Haltung. Sie vereint Tradition, Witz und Wetterfestigkeit und trotzt seit Jahrhunderten anderen Modewellen. -- In dieser Folge BRITPOD – England at its best sprechen Alexander-Klaus Stecher und Claus Beling über die faszinierende Welt der britischen Mode. Vom klassischen Tweed, der nach Pferd riechen darf, weil das als heritage gilt, über den Blazer mit goldenen Knöpfen und Clubwappen bis hin zur legendären Barbourjacke, die man nicht wäscht, sondern wachst - nach dem Motto: Don't clean it, polish it. Kleidung wird hier zum Symbol gesellschaftlicher Zugehörigkeit: Der Hut verrät die Klasse, der Schuh den Beruf, der Pullover die politische Haltung. Auch das Wetter spielt seine eigene Rolle beim Stil der Insel. Es hat das Zwiebelprinzip perfektioniert, prägt Farbwahl und Stoffe und sorgt dafür, dass Eleganz in England nie eitel wirkt, sondern immer praktisch bleibt. Selbst die Damenmode zeigt: femininer Stil bedeutet hier, auch bei zwölf Grad und Nieselregen Haltung zu bewahren - mit Rock, Hund und Schirm, selbstverständlich kariert. Was verrät britische Kleidung über den, der sie trägt? Warum ist der Blazer mehr Lebensgefühl als Kleidung? Und wieso gilt Tweed noch immer als Uniform der Upper Class? BRITPOD – England at its best. -- WhatsApp: Du kannst Alexander und Claus direkt auf ihre Handys Nachrichten schicken! Welche Ecke Englands sollten die beiden mal besuchen? Zu welchen Themen wünschst Du Dir mehr Folgen? Warst Du schon mal in Great Britain und magst ein paar Fotos mit Claus und Alexander teilen? Probiere es gleich aus: +49 8152 989770 - einfach diese Nummer einspeichern und schon kannst Du BRITPOD per WhatsApp erreichen. -- Ein ALL EARS ON YOU Original Podcast.

In Serbiens jüngster Innenpolitik gibt es eine markante Zäsur: Den Einsturz des Bahnhofsvordachs in Novi Sad am 1. November vergangenen Jahres: 16 Menschen kamen diesem Tag ums Leben, begraben unter den Trümmern eines tief liegenden Vordachs. Der Bahnhof in Novi Sad war erst wenige Monate zuvor nach dreijährigen Renovierungsarbeiten wieder in Betrieb genommen worden - wobei das Vordach nicht erneut worden war. Seitdem protestieren immer mehr Menschen gegen das Herrschaftssystem von Staatspräsident Aleksandar Vučić . Der Dacheinsturz wurde zum tragischen Symbol der weit verbreiteten Korruption in Serbien. Die Verantwortlichen müssten zur Rechenschaft gezogen werden. Die Proteste gegen Vučić lange Zeit blieben lange Zeit friedliche. Im Sommer gab es aber zunehmend Gewalt. Gewalt, die vor allem im August zunächst von gewalttätigen Anhängern und Parteifunktionären Vučićs mehrfach provoziert war. Gleichzeitig hat der Regierungschef ein konsequentes Handeln des Staates angekündigt. Die Proteste fordern vorgezogene Parlamentswahlen. Vučić und seine Regierungspartei SNS lehnen das ab. Sie diskreditieren die Menschen auf der Straße wahlweise als Terroristen oder vom Ausland gesteuert. Die Gewalt hat die Proteste aber nicht abflauen lassen, im Gegenteil. Das Thema bewegt viele in Serbien weiterhin. Seitdem ist die Situation im Land festgefahren als vorher. Es wirft die Frage auf: Wo steht Serbien gerade? ARD-Südosteuropa Korrespondent David Freches berichtet.

Stepan Andrijowytsch Bandera war ein ukrainischer Nationalist, Politiker und Anführer des radikalen Flügels der Organisation Ukrainischer Nationalisten (OUN-B). Mit seiner kompromisslosen Vision einer unabhängigen Ukraine und der Bereitschaft, demokratische Prinzipien für dieses Ziel aufzugeben, bleibt er bis heute eine zutiefst polarisierende Figur. In der Westukraine wird Bandera vielfach als Nationalheld verehrt – Denkmäler, Straßen und Plätze tragen seinen Namen. Für andere jedoch gilt er als Symbol von Fanatismus und moralischer Rücksichtslosigkeit, dessen Bewegung durch ihre Gewaltbereitschaft und zeitweilige Kollaboration mit dem NS-Regime schwer belastet ist. So steht Bandera bis heute im Spannungsfeld zwischen Freiheitskämpfer und Extremist, worum es in dieser Folge gehen soll.

Das Einhorn stand in der Kunst zunächst für Christus und wurde auf Altarbildern oft mit einer Jungfrau gezeigt. Damit sei es zum Symbol der Keuschheit geworden, so Michael Philipp. Er hat die Ausstellung "Faszination Einhorn" in Potsdam kuratiert. Philipp, Michael www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Studio 9

Martin Schmidt steht für einen neuen, geerdeten Winzertyp: fest verwurzelt am Kaiserstuhl und zugleich offen für Wandel. Seit er 2008 das traditionsreiche Weingut Kiefer übernommen hat, führt er es gemeinsam mit seiner Frau Helen Schritt für Schritt in die Zukunft – ohne die Wurzeln zu verlieren. Gleichzeitig bewirtschaftet er das elterliche Weingut Schmidt, eines der frühen Bio-Weingüter der Region. Im Gespräch erzählt er von seiner Heimat, von 170 Vertragswinzern, die mit ihm gemeinsam Verantwortung tragen, und von PIWI-Reben, die für ihn weit mehr sind als Technik: ein Symbol für Nachhaltigkeit und Gemeinschaft. Ein ruhiges, tiefes Gespräch über Herkunft, Aufbruch und die Kunst, Wein neu zu denken.

In episode 1952, Jack and Miles are joined by comedian, writer, journalist, and host of The Bitchuation Room, Francesca Fiorentini, to discuss… If It Has Nazi Tattoos But Is Running As A Democrat Is It A Nazi? Dumbfuck ICE Goon Almost Killed A Fellow Pig, Coroner Was Hoarding Corpses As A Little Treat and more! If It Has Nazi Tattoos But Is Running As A Democrat Is It A Nazi? Maine Senate candidate Platner says tattoo recognized as Nazi symbol has been covered Trump nominee says MLK Jr. holiday belongs in ‘hell’ and that he has ‘Nazi streak,’ according to texts LISTEN: Wedding Dress by PentangleSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode, Andreas Munk Holm speaks with Anders Kjær, General Partner at PSV Hafnium, Denmark's first dedicated deep tech fund. Together, they explore the evolving role of technical founders, the Nordic research-industrial complex, and how early-stage deep tech capital needs to work differently to unlock tomorrow's transformative companies.Here's what's covered:01:30 Why PSV Hafnium Was Built—and the Deep Tech Opportunity in the Nordics04:13 PSV Hafnium as a Symbol of Deep Tech: The Element & the Brand08:24 Turning Research into Portfolio Power: DTU's Role in Diligence & Support10:19 Can a Copenhagen-Based Fund Compete Across the New Nordics?14:26 Nordic Tech Clusters: Are There Regional Strengths or Pure Serendipity?19:43 Bio Solutions, Green Energy & Industrial Legacy: Why Deep Tech Thrives Here21:15 Sciencepreneurs Rising: Shifting Founder Mindsets in Deep Tech24:52 How PSV Hafnium Gauges Entrepreneurial Readiness in Deep Tech Teams27:44 What Generalist VCs Get Right—and Wrong—About Deep Tech30:18 What “European Resilience” Actually Means at the Early Stage36:18 The Common Thread in All Deep Tech Bets (Hint: It's Not Sector)42:09 Bridge Rounds in Deep Tech: A True Test of Conviction45:53 Rapid Fire: Nordic Bets, Myths to Kill, & Advice to Scientist Founders

On this episode, Dami and Bola are joined by Mayowa to review music released in the past two weeks. They discuss Ayra Starr ft. Rema's “Who's Dat Girl,” Ajebutter, Minz, and Boj's “Gbe Kini Yen,” Moily ft. Tyla's “Body Go,” Lojay's “XOXO,” Zlatan's “Symbol of Hope,” Blaqbonez's “No Excuses,” Odumodublvck's “INDUSTRY MACHINE,” and more. They also delve into the fallout between Blaqbonez and Odumodublvck. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Så blev kronjuvelstölden politisk dynamit. Kan Potter trolla Sverige till VM? Witkoff, Kushner landar i Israel efter omtalad tv-intervju. Kinas tillväxt hotar EU:s industrier. Och poliser ska få utbildningen betald. Programledare: Magnus Thorén.

Welcome everyone to part one of my interview with Army Veteran, former Wichita Police Officer, Stuntman, Actor, DJ, Standup Comic, and Author Duane Michaels. Judging by how many things Duane has done and is doing, one episode wouldn’t have done him justice. Duane is focusing his energy these days on making it as an actor in Hollywood, along with writing his most recent book, Cop Ink: Donuts, Decapitation & Dumpster Sex. Real Calls That Will Make You Laugh, Cry & Gasp! This interview is focused on his career in law enforcement and his early days in the military and other pursuits. We get into his most excellent book and his acting career next Sunday! In today’s episode, we discuss: ·      Where Duane grew up. ·      Duane’s interesting first encounter with law enforcement. ·      Being an M.P. in the army in Bosnia and Korea. ·      Being a DJ and stand-up comic. ·      How being a stand-up comic and DJ prepared him for a career in law enforcement. ·      Joining the Wichita Police Department. ·      Breaking his back in five places while going down a flight of stairs on the job. ·      Duane’s favorite/least favorite part of the job. ·      Duane remembers the first time he drove out of the parking lot of the police station solo. ·      What was it like to retire? How difficult was it? ·      I loved his book, Cop Ink: Donuts, Decapitation & Dumpster Sex. Real Calls That Will Make You Laugh, Cry & Gasp! Is there going to be a second book? ·      Cops contacting him, saying that they have had similar stories.   All of this and more on today’s episode of the Cops and Writers podcast.   Check out Duane's book Cop Ink: Donuts, Decapitation & Dumpster Sex. Real Calls That Will Make You Laugh, Cry & Gasp! Check out the new Cops and Writers YouTube channel! Check out my newest book, The Good Collar (Michael Quinn Vigilante Justice Series Book 1)!!!!! Enjoy the Cops and Writers book series. Please visit the Cops and Writers website.    

Nach einem Telefonat zwischen Donald Trump und Wladimir Putin schlägt ein enger Putin-Vertrauter ein gemeinsames Großprojekt vor: einen Eisenbahntunnel unter der Beringstraße, der Russland und die USA verbinden soll. Das Vorhaben soll Symbol einer neuen Zusammenarbeit sein – und könnte mit Elon Musks Technologie Realität werden.

Welcome to a bonus episode of the Cops And Writers Podcast, where the tables, or mics, are turned. Today on this special Author Spotlight, I’m being interviewed by book coach and editor, Lori Puma. A little about Lori: Lori Puma helps authors write novels that inspire readers to skip bathroom breaks and survive on chips and salsa. She started her writing career by publishing scientific papers. (Great reading if it’s 3:12 am and you’ve run out of Ambien.) Since then, she’s worked a variety of jobs, many of which involved telling stories. Now a developmental editor and story coach, Lori works with writers who are trying to figure out how to tell a story readers can’t put down, as well as seasoned authors who are looking for ways to make their stories stand out.    For today’s interview, Lori will pick my brain, analyzing what today’s crime writers can learn from the Edgar Allan Poe classic The Murders in the Rue Morgue. Of course, we go off course a bit with some of my war stories from working the streets. I had a lot of fun chatting with Lori and learned a bunch! Lori asked some excellent questions that will be of service for crime writers. Please enjoy this informative and fun interview with Lori steering the boat.   In today’s episode, we discuss: ·      Edgar Allan Poe's classic The Murders in the Rue Morgue. ·      What is a ‘locked room’ mystery? ·      My first locked-room mystery on the street. ·      Interviewing a potential homicide suspect. ·      Managing a chaotic homicide scene with multiple witnesses/suspects. ·      Setting up a formal interrogation. ·      Being the first cop on the scene of a homicide with over 100 people running out of a tavern. ·      The surprising way police obtain confessions from a suspect.  All of this and more on today’s episode of the Cops and Writers podcast. Visit Lori's website to learn more about her and her services! Check out the new Cops and Writers YouTube channel! Check out my newest book, The Good Collar (Michael Quinn Vigilante Justice Series Book 1)!!!!! Enjoy the Cops and Writers book series. Please visit the Cops and Writers website.

A red diamond symbol painted beneath the floor. Black closets. A lamp that glows… even when it's not plugged in. Then came the lightning cross—hovering in the hallway with a ball of energy at its center. Is this stray voltage from faulty wiring? Or a spirit trying to make contact through raw energy? This segment blends real ghost encounters with strange science, as the team breaks down haunted symbols, fused circuit boxes, and why electricity might be one of the most common portals to the other side. #LightningStrike #BallLightning #HauntedHouse #ParanormalActivity #GhostStory #RealGhostStories #SpiritualEnergy #HauntedClosets #SymbolUnderCarpet #ElectricHaunting Love real ghost stories? Don't just listen—join us on YouTube and be part of the largest community of real paranormal encounters anywhere. Subscribe now and never miss a chilling new story: