Podcasts about Uncle Jack

GDP Script/ Top Stories for May 10th Publish Date: May 10th PRE-ROLL: From the BG AD Group Studio Welcome to the Gwinnett Daily Post Podcast. Today is Saturday, May 10th and Happy Birthday to Pat Summerall I’m Peyton Spurlock and here are your top stories presented by Gwinnett KIA Mall of Georgia. Seckinger High football team putting servant leadership 'into action' Lawrenceville's Heritage Trail Medallion Commission Accepting 2025 Nominations Disney On Ice Returns To Gwinnett's Gas South Arena This Fall All of this and more is coming up on the Gwinnett Daily Post podcast, and if you are looking for community news, we encourage you to listen daily and subscribe! Break 1: 07.14.22 KIA MOG STORY 1: Seckinger High football team putting servant leadership 'into action' In just three seasons, Seckinger High School football coach Tony Lotti has built a program focused on both athletic success and character development. While the Jaguars narrowly missed the playoffs with a 6-4 record in a tough region, Lotti emphasizes teaching servant leadership and life skills through initiatives like the Pacesetter Leadership program, which fosters loyalty, trust, and positivity. The team also engages in community efforts, such as the Enhanced Grandparents program, connecting players with senior residents, and partnering with Meals to Missions, where they recently prepared over 10,000 meals for families in need. STORY 2: Lawrenceville's Heritage Trail Medallion Commission Accepting 2025 Nominations The City of Lawrenceville’s Heritage Trail Medallion Commission is accepting nominations for 2025 honorees until June 30. The medallions honor individuals who have significantly contributed to the city’s 204-year history. The trail spans from the Fallen Heroes Memorial to Rhodes Jordan Park, showcasing the legacies of past honorees. A maximum of two honorees will be selected annually, with final approvals in the fall and medallions installed in spring 2026. Mayor David Still praised the program for preserving the city’s history. Nomination details and trail information are available on the city’s website. STORY 3: Disney On Ice Returns To Gwinnett's Gas South Arena This Fall Disney On Ice debuts its latest show this September at Gas South Arena in Duluth, featuring over 50 iconic characters, including new stars from *Moana 2* and *Inside Out 2*. Audiences will enjoy world-class skating, aerial stunts, and beloved Disney songs like *Let It Go* and *We Don’t Talk About Bruno*. Highlights include Mickey and friends navigating Disney worlds via the Magic MousePad, a princess parade, and interactive moments like dancing with *Toy Story* characters. Performances run from Sept. 25-28, with tickets available on Ticketmaster or at the arena box office. We have opportunities for sponsors to get great engagement on these shows. Call 770.874.3200 for more info. We’ll be right back Break 2: STORY 4: FIRST LOOK: Rreal Tacos Set To Open Soon In Lawrenceville Rreal Tacos is set to open its new Lawrenceville location on May 19 at 30 S. Clayton St. The 4,800-square-foot restaurant will feature a lively atmosphere with a large indoor-outdoor patio, two bars, and seating for 200 guests. Located in the South Lawn development near Lawrenceville Square, the space was formerly Uncle Jack's Tavern, allowing for a quicker opening. Known for authentic Mexican street food, this will be Rreal Tacos' ninth metro Atlanta location. A private Friends and Family event will help staff prepare ahead of the grand opening. STORY 5: Tiller Family Establishes Football Scholarship In Memory of Ricky Aspinwall Former Gwinnett County coach Derek Tiller and his wife, Sarah, have established a football scholarship at Wofford College in memory of Ricky “Coach A” Aspinwall, a friend and fellow coach tragically killed in a 2023 shooting. The Derek and Sarah Tiller Family Endowed Football Scholarship will support Georgia high school offensive linemen, reflecting Tiller’s own football roots and honoring Aspinwall’s legacy. Tiller, a Wofford alum, aims to turn tragedy into a positive by giving future athletes life-changing opportunities while celebrating Coach A’s impact. Donations are being sought to fully fund the scholarship. Break 3: STORY 6: Georgia Gwinnett College to celebrate 20th anniversary with spring commencement this weekend Georgia Gwinnett College (GGC) is celebrating its 20th anniversary and hosting two commencement ceremonies this weekend, with over 850 students graduating. Highlights include inspiring student speakers: Sumayyah Yoonas, a mother of three who overcame challenges to pursue teaching, and Nolberto Sanchez, who balanced family responsibilities and education to earn a biochemistry degree and plans to become a cardiac surgeon. Lawrenceville Mayor David Still will deliver the keynote address at both ceremonies. GGC, established in 2005, marks this milestone alongside its graduates' achievements. STORY 7: Miss Gwinnett County to Compete in 80th Anniversary Miss Georgia Competition Kennesaw State University student and Miss Gwinnett County 2025, Carys Feldman, will compete for the Miss Georgia title in June at the River Center for the Performing Arts in Columbus. A dance major and mental health advocate, Feldman promotes NAMI’s “Pledge to be Stigma Free.” She’ll face a private interview, model athletic wear, answer on-stage questions, and perform a ballet en pointe to *Don Quixote*. 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I had plenty of moving boxes, just in case of whatever. I didn't feel like I was home–perhaps this was the cause of the depressive mess. I was working out okay, and eating…okay… kind of. –besides being unable to actually tell if I was hungry or not unless the circumstances were extreme. Lentils and pasta with garlic salt–cause I don't give any kind of fuck right now. I knew something might be wrong when I was just eating raw cabbage with squirts of japanese barbeque sauce. I'm enjoying myself thoroughly, but thinking– “God, this just seems…this just feels wrong.” It's just cabbage. I'm like, “Fuck it, this is good.” It was as if somewhere in my mind if I cleaned up the mess to my standards, it would be too perfect–and that when things were perfect, it gave life an excuse to come crashing down. One of the last thoughts I had just before my son died–the night before–was that things were perfect. They weren't–obviously–but from where I had been, they were looking up. So far up, that they seemed perfect. And as for perfect was concerned…I had never seen a more perfect human being in my life. My son was gorgeous. Of course, most mothers feel that way about their offspring, even when to say the least, it isn't entirely true–but to a mother, this is always true. But this boy, everyone thought was absolutely perfect. A beautiful boy. He might have even been about 6 feet tall. Might have been. But if things were perfect, and they weren't–but I had at least let myself think so–the universe might have worked itself around this tragedy. Instead in my mind, things were perfect, and so life came crashing down. I thought things were perfect, the next day, my son drowned. By the grace of God, I still had one son left. He was also perfect. Now, apparently, [redacted] Well, what do you expect? Maybe I was a little crazy. I very rarely thought about my son, because if I spent time doing that, I might have been a wreck. –more of a wreck. Actually, I was increasingly put together–outstanding considering the previous circumstances. But everyone has a story. None of this makes me special– Especially in New York City, where almost everyone thinks they're special, and almost nobody is. Almost Nobody. And that might as well have been my name. I wasn't nobody– I was Almost Nobody. An honest nobility. But– And I might have looked through Will Ferrell on any other day, because like most big time movie stars, he was invisible to me. Once you're ‘this many' famous, it's almost like a reversal effect on my psyche. I don't hate you. I don't like you. You're just–too famous. I.e.--invisible. –Besides this, however, was the fact that I was peeling my eyelids back with toothpicks from having them shut before what I considered as a full “work day” was over. And on this day, in the documentary that I considered as “work…” Actually, very hard work– Very hard work– He happened to have been wearing a shirt that reminded me of the shirt my son was wearing in one of the last ever photos I took of him. —actually, both of them were wearing that shirt. We were all dressed alike. Family pictures. Matching outfits. You know–the kind of shit you do when you're happily married– Or unhappily, but still married with children and making the best of it because you're married with children That sort of shit. And that day was probably the very best day because I took the very best pictures of the very best boys– But of course, I didn't remember anything about that day besides taking those pictures. So there, in my mind, it stood. Now, what does this have to do with Will Ferrell's shirt? Almost nothing, besides making a point of sense memory. Anyway, isn't it obvious? {Enter The Multiverse} When something invisible becomes suddenly visible, you have no choice but to look at it as some sort of miracle. An act of God. What kind of miracle was this? I didn't know. The Complex Collective © Sure, let's just chalk up all this uncontrollable crying and depressive nonsense to that. Under the circumstances–to chalk it up to anything else? [The Festival Project ™ ] [A MAN exits THE STUDIO in the shadow of night.] V.O. That could be devastating. L E G E N D S – The Return of S U P A[Redacted]™ [A MAN is tied to a chair in a dark and murky chamber; a spotlight shines onto him from above; the cheesecloth Lol cheesecloth how fitting. Classic. –is removed from his mouth. Naturally, he immediately begins speaking.] Why–am I sitting here– In–a fuckin'--suit?! That's your work uniform! What the fuck! You don't like it? What the– Haha. [his arms are taped tightly to the armrest] What–NO–i don't like it. Well then, you don't know who you are. [The man pauses, as a blank look falls over his face–suddenly this seems true, as if his mind been completely erased. As if–he's just realized–he bears absolutely no identity.] Holy shit. Jeezus. That is terrifying. INT. STAIRWELL. NIGHT [The sound of the thunderous stormy rain batters the house almost hauntingly–the television sets all bear a static loss of signal–young STEPHEN runs in a panic up the stairs to the GALLEY, where his UNCLE JACK is often found] UNCLE JACK! UNCLE JACK! I buy things with pennies not worth picking up– I live in a dumpster made of don't-wants. Over a period of time it slowly began to occur to me that I had no idea what I had written–that is, what had been published, or who had read it. It was certain: someone had. However… to what limit was this exposure. And–was it dangerous? Fuck. I knew nothing entirely of the redactions, except that I'd redacted it. But what about the text surrounding the redactions. What the fuck exactly did I write about? I forgot how high I was–or where i'd been. Not literally high, of course, but….figuratively speaking. Fuck. Hurry, hurry along, It's been a long time I can't help you along, Die alone, ride along It's been a long time… See, I told you the Upper West Side was the best side. maybe it's just the least not-great side. ehh , tomato-potato. For the crust, try flax seed meal cinnamon agave Oil What time is it on the West Coast? The ghost of Conan arrived Under a blanket of blue light, and sighed “I've been wasting my time here” I had to disagree, kind of. What time is it here? I'm locked in for one more day; I'm locked in for one more hour I'm wasting valuable dark time with my life shit But I'm so tired my eyes are burning And I'm so sore My arms are stuck. I should run for the coffee; Or turn for the cornbread They're all getting sick of us They're all getting sicker I decided to pack my life up And hault all of it over I woke up sore But I wrote a song On a four leaf clover It was four in the morning The ghost of Conan Won me over It was four in the morning I'm locked in for one more hour It was four in the morning An hour ahead A four leaf clover It was four in the morning I needed a water It's one more hour A four leaf clover The ghost of Conan I start recording To cut the corner Conan O'Brien It's one in the morning— You're one hundred years old; You ought to be sleeping. … It's midnight. I live in Hollywood. And i'm a vampire. Ah. Sweet dreams. // Happy Trails. L E G E N D S Shapeshifting is simple— not the process or practice of changing one's form, but simply shifting one's consciousness into another vessel either partially, or entirely. But— Just because it's simple, doesn't mean it's also easy. {Enter The Multiverse} Often times in matters of consciousness, anything is dangerous. I did have strange dreams—so, as to say instructed by ‘the ghost of Conan O'Brien', I was decent at following directions, being as his tone might have been dauntingly sarcastic, or sardonic—but I kept forgetting to look up what the latter meant, and so it was with heavy sarcasm after I awoke to transcribe whatever frequency waves I was being blugeoned with under the pure blue light of my otherwise darkened studio—as blue light always seem merciless to whatever was lurking in the corners of my deep subconscious, I wasn't altogether too suprised that this time it was Conan “Snowball” O'Brien, because I had been so recently impressed with his Oscar's performance—and before that, English tends with the type of comedy that had given him the nickname I had chosen for him—or codename, because, by now, the hosts had come one by one with a point to make and a line to put across, and though it had been at some kind of increased trajectory since He who might should probably not be named for fear the sudden and highly publicized combustion of the then currently raining Tonight show host— it was as if it had been raining everymans in blue suits and shined loafers for the inside of a year, however, it had indeed kind of presently enough started with my co-worker “Kimmel”, who was fascinated with the kind of Television that breeds a familiarity with these kinds of people— and Jay Leno was also sort of like some sort of fairy that just kind of occurred randomly at times, living back in LA. I was sure it had been Jay Leno in LA traffic in some kind of a classic car— only later to find that he indeed was a collector and enthusiast of cars and motorcycles, and I tried not to hold the later against him. My dreams had been odd at best and filled with people I very rarely thought about— the man in Los Angeles I once lived with who I was sure was a [redacted[, and also just happened to look the way Will Ferrell would age to eventually look. This, I found fascinating. Will Ferrell didn't look like that at the time, But he did now— and even his style of comedy was growing on me, because I didn't find myself capable of it. What kind of comedy was I capable of? Right now, the invisible kind. After a heavy breakfast, I had finally realized why ‘Tears of A Clown' was incomplete— Apparently I had to include all of my performances—- This would make the album hard to listen to, at least for me. But the concept was the concept. I had already hidden other comics amongst the tracks and probably without too much trouble— from recordings I had taken myself and were impossible to find elsewhere. This side project was beginning to be a whole album project, and [rarity] was still just not even something I moderately even wanted to consider doing, however— ‘story.' had somehow come to the top of the page where my masters were kept, and it reminded me that perhaps I was in the same kind of pressure position now that I was then— and that in order for things to change— to get a new apartment or to visit with my son- I would have to medicate in order to write the kind of music i wasn't writing; the anxiety had finally collided with impatience, and lack of focus, and all the classic symptoms of ADHD's spiraling depression, but I was still glad I hadn't become dependent on the girl next door for her adderall prescription. I wasn't gonna be her little bitch. Especially not in that way. It seemed a pattern amongst these people to create a need and dependency in order to gain power and control— and thusly, the dynamic had lost my trust and respect, and so I was just kind of… around— out there, and not caring really what it was or what it all meant. I had woken up to immediate breakfast still early but late for me— a day off of the gym is what my muscles cried and ached for, and even the scrambled tofu rice breakfast like my dad used to make with tofu instead of scrambled eggs wasn't all the way satisfying or complete without the chocolate and banana malt shake— now I shouldn't be hungry, but it wasn't hunger that was doing me in— I almost refused coffee because I wanted to go back to sleep. I had slept early enough that it shouldn't have been an issue, but I was exhausted. Come on, you defunct dinosaur motherfucker! 97! A baby! The reptilian hides his true identity in order to conform. [The Festival Peoject ™ Presents] Will Ferrell In “The Guru” Wait, I Gotta go write this other thing. Wow, Tina Fey looks great. Worth the new email address? It was already said and done. I could eat this fucking documentary for lunch. –yesss. Stephen Colbert had the middle name of an equally middle aged black man. But this was besides the point. I was already 30-and-a-half-seconds exactly into scooping up a new email addressed when I realized– Oh no. Emergency brakes initiated. If this is a documentary about Saturday Night Live– And its on Peacock– (And it's on Peacock) –then there's a pretty good chance– –and Tina Fey's in it. -she looks incredible. Jesus! –then. Fuck. Dammit. There's a slight chance [redacted] might just–not–be in it. Might not be. Hm Well, let's see. Worth the risk? Worth a shot. To the face (or of Tequila) I hate Tequila. It's not for you. It's not– Give me that. Goddammit. Fu–darnint. Goddamit I had avoided Jimmy Fallon's face for like a year straight at least– Call it two if you count the moment exactly from the Thanksgiving Macy's Day Parade, that one year. THE COSMIC AVENGER SUPRISE. NO. GODDAMMIT. Does it matter that the word “surprise” here is spelled wrong? No. It's almost like–it should be. THE COSMIC AVENGER FANGIRLS! That's worse than fiddlesticks! Worth mentioning that. Really. All from an ad? Two ads, i caught a snippet of the Booking.com commercial Apparently, you did this. STEPHEN COLBERT YOu did THIS. Shut up, not now Tyrone. So he's just He's Tyrone now. Obviously. Look. No Look at –0 Noh. [A group of surfers sit huddled beyond the break.] Oh. No swell. So…so flat. Nah…There's a wave coming. Just wait for it. This is pathetic, man. No, there's something. I can feel it. It's like a fishbowl man. Nada. Just–wait, sharkbait! Forget it, I'm going home. [two surfers paddle away reluctantly] MEANWHILE A storm spotted just off the coast of Los angeles california may bring the entire western coast Tsunami-like waves. [read: Tsunami] [the bottom of the screen is issuing an emergency evacuation silently over b-roll of the red carpet] But first WHAT THIS UP AND COMING STARLET WORE TO THE MET GALA Lol Classic {As Seen On TV} [Enter The Multiverse} I had developed quite the fascination with Saturday Night Live; Not because of Jimmy Fallon, of course, who arguably ruined the show by creating the trend of breaking character On camera With his world-class smile, and entourage plethora of adoring female fans. Stay away from him Not a problem. He's venomous. Alright. Noted. Liz, I have some documents for you to sign. Documents. What documents. *squints really hard* I'll be right back. First of all, Lets just get one thing straight: I am not a fangirl of, Nor am I obsessed with[redacted} Right. Ok. And in case you need closure, here's what I am obsessed with, here. [the 34,000 multidimensional and extraterrestrial life forces which use [The Host of The Tonight Show] as a portal and/or vessel.] OH. WOW. THAT'S– Yeah. WOW. How–is that a regular blacklight? Does it look like a regular blacklight? Nothing is regular about this. Jesus effing.. God! Yeah. Wow. YEAH. You don't want me to shine a real blacklight on this guy– Trust me. OK? Gross. HOST1 I don't know what you're insinuating. [squints really super extra hard] Nothing. L E G E N D S So…worth it? Worth it…Tina Fey…worth it. Alright. I win this one. Win what? Are you playing this dumb game too? The prize winnings are sustaining my lifestyle. [Tina Fey eating corn chips sustaining her lifestyle.] Luxe. Isn't it? It was like staring into the sun. [The Festival Project ™ ] Lil bitz Man, I use my googles sparingly. I really do. If I google something that's kind of iffy– even in incognito, Or with a VPN I hurry up and erase my history. I erase everything Shit. I erase my history faster than the white power movement. I'm serious. I erase my history harder and faster than a white supremasist. “that's in your mind!” What's in my mind? Nothing happened here! THOSE DAYS ARE OVER. Why is this all in one document? idk i just kinda suddenly noticed how NBC is so left learning it's almost too forcibly progressive. Look, this is all just–too much for me! Okay? Too much for you?! Oh please! If anybody asks me anything, I'm going to admit it! Admit what?! You don't do that! You don't admit anything! Admit what?! Exactly! Jesus Christ. It's all good in practice, but when it comes down to it, i'll break. Don't let them break you! I'll break. Listen to me. I'm being violated. Listen to me. This is offensive! Shut the fuck up. I can't believe you said that! What did I say?! [doe eyes] You know what. Fine. Fuck it. [super wide eyed blank stare] You're right. If anyone comes for you, just–run, goddammit. What. Run at em, for christs sakes. You gargantuan motherfucker. I'm–not that tall. I meant your ego. 0.0 This is a calamity. I'm astonished you think that. Listen, Larry. Larry. Right. When we're finished playing Atari, I gotta have a real heart-to-heart with you. Heart to heart what? [Ron produces a bleeding, beating human heart, seemingly out of nowhere; ‘LARRY' jumps back and stutters in shock and confusion] –WOAH. [RON emotionlessly presses a combination into the controller.] Oh look. I win. I–WHAT?! You dropped your controller. WHERE DID YOU GET THAT? Special combination: it's not a cheat code. People say it's a cheat code. THAT'S A HUMAN HEART. YOU'RE A MURDERER. I'm not a murderer; it's still beating, look: That's–[crazy]--That's–put that back. That's what I need your help for. My help what?! With that?! Don't be a sore loser. [IMMORTAL COMBAT] What?! “Heart To Heart” Tall tales, and heads, then tails again Trails and tears and trails of blood lead on thy stool Thy path as wilted flower waits And blue eyed gaze barely, Hold tongues and does shatter glass hearts and bare minds, And bare breasts And peach flesh, And Bare bones And blank stares and Fair is fair the frier the fire The goal the goal And the eye is the eye And the eye is golden I like fair shadows {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.™

I had plenty of moving boxes, just in case of whatever. I didn't feel like I was home–perhaps this was the cause of the depressive mess. I was working out okay, and eating…okay… kind of. –besides being unable to actually tell if I was hungry or not unless the circumstances were extreme. Lentils and pasta with garlic salt–cause I don't give any kind of fuck right now. I knew something might be wrong when I was just eating raw cabbage with squirts of japanese barbeque sauce. I'm enjoying myself thoroughly, but thinking– “God, this just seems…this just feels wrong.” It's just cabbage. I'm like, “Fuck it, this is good.” It was as if somewhere in my mind if I cleaned up the mess to my standards, it would be too perfect–and that when things were perfect, it gave life an excuse to come crashing down. One of the last thoughts I had just before my son died–the night before–was that things were perfect. They weren't–obviously–but from where I had been, they were looking up. So far up, that they seemed perfect. And as for perfect was concerned…I had never seen a more perfect human being in my life. My son was gorgeous. Of course, most mothers feel that way about their offspring, even when to say the least, it isn't entirely true–but to a mother, this is always true. But this boy, everyone thought was absolutely perfect. A beautiful boy. He might have even been about 6 feet tall. Might have been. But if things were perfect, and they weren't–but I had at least let myself think so–the universe might have worked itself around this tragedy. Instead in my mind, things were perfect, and so life came crashing down. I thought things were perfect, the next day, my son drowned. By the grace of God, I still had one son left. He was also perfect. Now, apparently, [redacted] Well, what do you expect? Maybe I was a little crazy. I very rarely thought about my son, because if I spent time doing that, I might have been a wreck. –more of a wreck. Actually, I was increasingly put together–outstanding considering the previous circumstances. But everyone has a story. None of this makes me special– Especially in New York City, where almost everyone thinks they're special, and almost nobody is. Almost Nobody. And that might as well have been my name. I wasn't nobody– I was Almost Nobody. An honest nobility. But– And I might have looked through Will Ferrell on any other day, because like most big time movie stars, he was invisible to me. Once you're ‘this many' famous, it's almost like a reversal effect on my psyche. I don't hate you. I don't like you. You're just–too famous. I.e.--invisible. –Besides this, however, was the fact that I was peeling my eyelids back with toothpicks from having them shut before what I considered as a full “work day” was over. And on this day, in the documentary that I considered as “work…” Actually, very hard work– Very hard work– He happened to have been wearing a shirt that reminded me of the shirt my son was wearing in one of the last ever photos I took of him. —actually, both of them were wearing that shirt. We were all dressed alike. Family pictures. Matching outfits. You know–the kind of shit you do when you're happily married– Or unhappily, but still married with children and making the best of it because you're married with children That sort of shit. And that day was probably the very best day because I took the very best pictures of the very best boys– But of course, I didn't remember anything about that day besides taking those pictures. So there, in my mind, it stood. Now, what does this have to do with Will Ferrell's shirt? Almost nothing, besides making a point of sense memory. Anyway, isn't it obvious? {Enter The Multiverse} When something invisible becomes suddenly visible, you have no choice but to look at it as some sort of miracle. An act of God. What kind of miracle was this? I didn't know. The Complex Collective © Sure, let's just chalk up all this uncontrollable crying and depressive nonsense to that. Under the circumstances–to chalk it up to anything else? [The Festival Project ™ ] [A MAN exits THE STUDIO in the shadow of night.] V.O. That could be devastating. L E G E N D S – The Return of S U P A[Redacted]™ [A MAN is tied to a chair in a dark and murky chamber; a spotlight shines onto him from above; the cheesecloth Lol cheesecloth how fitting. Classic. –is removed from his mouth. Naturally, he immediately begins speaking.] Why–am I sitting here– In–a fuckin'--suit?! That's your work uniform! What the fuck! You don't like it? What the– Haha. [his arms are taped tightly to the armrest] What–NO–i don't like it. Well then, you don't know who you are. [The man pauses, as a blank look falls over his face–suddenly this seems true, as if his mind been completely erased. As if–he's just realized–he bears absolutely no identity.] Holy shit. Jeezus. That is terrifying. INT. STAIRWELL. NIGHT [The sound of the thunderous stormy rain batters the house almost hauntingly–the television sets all bear a static loss of signal–young STEPHEN runs in a panic up the stairs to the GALLEY, where his UNCLE JACK is often found] UNCLE JACK! UNCLE JACK! I buy things with pennies not worth picking up– I live in a dumpster made of don't-wants. Over a period of time it slowly began to occur to me that I had no idea what I had written–that is, what had been published, or who had read it. It was certain: someone had. However… to what limit was this exposure. And–was it dangerous? Fuck. I knew nothing entirely of the redactions, except that I'd redacted it. But what about the text surrounding the redactions. What the fuck exactly did I write about? I forgot how high I was–or where i'd been. Not literally high, of course, but….figuratively speaking. Fuck. Hurry, hurry along, It's been a long time I can't help you along, Die alone, ride along It's been a long time… See, I told you the Upper West Side was the best side. maybe it's just the least not-great side. ehh , tomato-potato. For the crust, try flax seed meal cinnamon agave Oil What time is it on the West Coast? The ghost of Conan arrived Under a blanket of blue light, and sighed “I've been wasting my time here” I had to disagree, kind of. What time is it here? I'm locked in for one more day; I'm locked in for one more hour I'm wasting valuable dark time with my life shit But I'm so tired my eyes are burning And I'm so sore My arms are stuck. I should run for the coffee; Or turn for the cornbread They're all getting sick of us They're all getting sicker I decided to pack my life up And hault all of it over I woke up sore But I wrote a song On a four leaf clover It was four in the morning The ghost of Conan Won me over It was four in the morning I'm locked in for one more hour It was four in the morning An hour ahead A four leaf clover It was four in the morning I needed a water It's one more hour A four leaf clover The ghost of Conan I start recording To cut the corner Conan O'Brien It's one in the morning— You're one hundred years old; You ought to be sleeping. … It's midnight. I live in Hollywood. And i'm a vampire. Ah. Sweet dreams. // Happy Trails. L E G E N D S Shapeshifting is simple— not the process or practice of changing one's form, but simply shifting one's consciousness into another vessel either partially, or entirely. But— Just because it's simple, doesn't mean it's also easy. {Enter The Multiverse} Often times in matters of consciousness, anything is dangerous. I did have strange dreams—so, as to say instructed by ‘the ghost of Conan O'Brien', I was decent at following directions, being as his tone might have been dauntingly sarcastic, or sardonic—but I kept forgetting to look up what the latter meant, and so it was with heavy sarcasm after I awoke to transcribe whatever frequency waves I was being blugeoned with under the pure blue light of my otherwise darkened studio—as blue light always seem merciless to whatever was lurking in the corners of my deep subconscious, I wasn't altogether too suprised that this time it was Conan “Snowball” O'Brien, because I had been so recently impressed with his Oscar's performance—and before that, English tends with the type of comedy that had given him the nickname I had chosen for him—or codename, because, by now, the hosts had come one by one with a point to make and a line to put across, and though it had been at some kind of increased trajectory since He who might should probably not be named for fear the sudden and highly publicized combustion of the then currently raining Tonight show host— it was as if it had been raining everymans in blue suits and shined loafers for the inside of a year, however, it had indeed kind of presently enough started with my co-worker “Kimmel”, who was fascinated with the kind of Television that breeds a familiarity with these kinds of people— and Jay Leno was also sort of like some sort of fairy that just kind of occurred randomly at times, living back in LA. I was sure it had been Jay Leno in LA traffic in some kind of a classic car— only later to find that he indeed was a collector and enthusiast of cars and motorcycles, and I tried not to hold the later against him. My dreams had been odd at best and filled with people I very rarely thought about— the man in Los Angeles I once lived with who I was sure was a [redacted[, and also just happened to look the way Will Ferrell would age to eventually look. This, I found fascinating. Will Ferrell didn't look like that at the time, But he did now— and even his style of comedy was growing on me, because I didn't find myself capable of it. What kind of comedy was I capable of? Right now, the invisible kind. After a heavy breakfast, I had finally realized why ‘Tears of A Clown' was incomplete— Apparently I had to include all of my performances—- This would make the album hard to listen to, at least for me. But the concept was the concept. I had already hidden other comics amongst the tracks and probably without too much trouble— from recordings I had taken myself and were impossible to find elsewhere. This side project was beginning to be a whole album project, and [rarity] was still just not even something I moderately even wanted to consider doing, however— ‘story.' had somehow come to the top of the page where my masters were kept, and it reminded me that perhaps I was in the same kind of pressure position now that I was then— and that in order for things to change— to get a new apartment or to visit with my son- I would have to medicate in order to write the kind of music i wasn't writing; the anxiety had finally collided with impatience, and lack of focus, and all the classic symptoms of ADHD's spiraling depression, but I was still glad I hadn't become dependent on the girl next door for her adderall prescription. I wasn't gonna be her little bitch. Especially not in that way. It seemed a pattern amongst these people to create a need and dependency in order to gain power and control— and thusly, the dynamic had lost my trust and respect, and so I was just kind of… around— out there, and not caring really what it was or what it all meant. I had woken up to immediate breakfast still early but late for me— a day off of the gym is what my muscles cried and ached for, and even the scrambled tofu rice breakfast like my dad used to make with tofu instead of scrambled eggs wasn't all the way satisfying or complete without the chocolate and banana malt shake— now I shouldn't be hungry, but it wasn't hunger that was doing me in— I almost refused coffee because I wanted to go back to sleep. I had slept early enough that it shouldn't have been an issue, but I was exhausted. Come on, you defunct dinosaur motherfucker! 97! A baby! The reptilian hides his true identity in order to conform. [The Festival Peoject ™ Presents] Will Ferrell In “The Guru” Wait, I Gotta go write this other thing. Wow, Tina Fey looks great. Worth the new email address? It was already said and done. I could eat this fucking documentary for lunch. –yesss. Stephen Colbert had the middle name of an equally middle aged black man. But this was besides the point. I was already 30-and-a-half-seconds exactly into scooping up a new email addressed when I realized– Oh no. Emergency brakes initiated. If this is a documentary about Saturday Night Live– And its on Peacock– (And it's on Peacock) –then there's a pretty good chance– –and Tina Fey's in it. -she looks incredible. Jesus! –then. Fuck. Dammit. There's a slight chance [redacted] might just–not–be in it. Might not be. Hm Well, let's see. Worth the risk? Worth a shot. To the face (or of Tequila) I hate Tequila. It's not for you. It's not– Give me that. Goddammit. Fu–darnint. Goddamit I had avoided Jimmy Fallon's face for like a year straight at least– Call it two if you count the moment exactly from the Thanksgiving Macy's Day Parade, that one year. THE COSMIC AVENGER SUPRISE. NO. GODDAMMIT. Does it matter that the word “surprise” here is spelled wrong? No. It's almost like–it should be. THE COSMIC AVENGER FANGIRLS! That's worse than fiddlesticks! Worth mentioning that. Really. All from an ad? Two ads, i caught a snippet of the Booking.com commercial Apparently, you did this. STEPHEN COLBERT YOu did THIS. Shut up, not now Tyrone. So he's just He's Tyrone now. Obviously. Look. No Look at –0 Noh. [A group of surfers sit huddled beyond the break.] Oh. No swell. So…so flat. Nah…There's a wave coming. Just wait for it. This is pathetic, man. No, there's something. I can feel it. It's like a fishbowl man. Nada. Just–wait, sharkbait! Forget it, I'm going home. [two surfers paddle away reluctantly] MEANWHILE A storm spotted just off the coast of Los angeles california may bring the entire western coast Tsunami-like waves. [read: Tsunami] [the bottom of the screen is issuing an emergency evacuation silently over b-roll of the red carpet] But first WHAT THIS UP AND COMING STARLET WORE TO THE MET GALA Lol Classic {As Seen On TV} [Enter The Multiverse} I had developed quite the fascination with Saturday Night Live; Not because of Jimmy Fallon, of course, who arguably ruined the show by creating the trend of breaking character On camera With his world-class smile, and entourage plethora of adoring female fans. Stay away from him Not a problem. He's venomous. Alright. Noted. Liz, I have some documents for you to sign. Documents. What documents. *squints really hard* I'll be right back. First of all, Lets just get one thing straight: I am not a fangirl of, Nor am I obsessed with[redacted} Right. Ok. And in case you need closure, here's what I am obsessed with, here. [the 34,000 multidimensional and extraterrestrial life forces which use [The Host of The Tonight Show] as a portal and/or vessel.] OH. WOW. THAT'S– Yeah. WOW. How–is that a regular blacklight? Does it look like a regular blacklight? Nothing is regular about this. Jesus effing.. God! Yeah. Wow. YEAH. You don't want me to shine a real blacklight on this guy– Trust me. OK? Gross. HOST1 I don't know what you're insinuating. [squints really super extra hard] Nothing. L E G E N D S So…worth it? Worth it…Tina Fey…worth it. Alright. I win this one. Win what? Are you playing this dumb game too? The prize winnings are sustaining my lifestyle. [Tina Fey eating corn chips sustaining her lifestyle.] Luxe. Isn't it? It was like staring into the sun. [The Festival Project ™ ] Lil bitz Man, I use my googles sparingly. I really do. If I google something that's kind of iffy– even in incognito, Or with a VPN I hurry up and erase my history. I erase everything Shit. I erase my history faster than the white power movement. I'm serious. I erase my history harder and faster than a white supremasist. “that's in your mind!” What's in my mind? Nothing happened here! THOSE DAYS ARE OVER. Why is this all in one document? idk i just kinda suddenly noticed how NBC is so left learning it's almost too forcibly progressive. Look, this is all just–too much for me! Okay? Too much for you?! Oh please! If anybody asks me anything, I'm going to admit it! Admit what?! You don't do that! You don't admit anything! Admit what?! Exactly! Jesus Christ. It's all good in practice, but when it comes down to it, i'll break. Don't let them break you! I'll break. Listen to me. I'm being violated. Listen to me. This is offensive! Shut the fuck up. I can't believe you said that! What did I say?! [doe eyes] You know what. Fine. Fuck it. [super wide eyed blank stare] You're right. If anyone comes for you, just–run, goddammit. What. Run at em, for christs sakes. You gargantuan motherfucker. I'm–not that tall. I meant your ego. 0.0 This is a calamity. I'm astonished you think that. Listen, Larry. Larry. Right. When we're finished playing Atari, I gotta have a real heart-to-heart with you. Heart to heart what? [Ron produces a bleeding, beating human heart, seemingly out of nowhere; ‘LARRY' jumps back and stutters in shock and confusion] –WOAH. [RON emotionlessly presses a combination into the controller.] Oh look. I win. I–WHAT?! You dropped your controller. WHERE DID YOU GET THAT? Special combination: it's not a cheat code. People say it's a cheat code. THAT'S A HUMAN HEART. YOU'RE A MURDERER. I'm not a murderer; it's still beating, look: That's–[crazy]--That's–put that back. That's what I need your help for. My help what?! With that?! Don't be a sore loser. [IMMORTAL COMBAT] What?! “Heart To Heart” Tall tales, and heads, then tails again Trails and tears and trails of blood lead on thy stool Thy path as wilted flower waits And blue eyed gaze barely, Hold tongues and does shatter glass hearts and bare minds, And bare breasts And peach flesh, And Bare bones And blank stares and Fair is fair the frier the fire The goal the goal And the eye is the eye And the eye is golden I like fair shadows {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.™

I had plenty of moving boxes, just in case of whatever. I didn't feel like I was home–perhaps this was the cause of the depressive mess. I was working out okay, and eating…okay… kind of. –besides being unable to actually tell if I was hungry or not unless the circumstances were extreme. Lentils and pasta with garlic salt–cause I don't give any kind of fuck right now. I knew something might be wrong when I was just eating raw cabbage with squirts of japanese barbeque sauce. I'm enjoying myself thoroughly, but thinking– “God, this just seems…this just feels wrong.” It's just cabbage. I'm like, “Fuck it, this is good.” It was as if somewhere in my mind if I cleaned up the mess to my standards, it would be too perfect–and that when things were perfect, it gave life an excuse to come crashing down. One of the last thoughts I had just before my son died–the night before–was that things were perfect. They weren't–obviously–but from where I had been, they were looking up. So far up, that they seemed perfect. And as for perfect was concerned…I had never seen a more perfect human being in my life. My son was gorgeous. Of course, most mothers feel that way about their offspring, even when to say the least, it isn't entirely true–but to a mother, this is always true. But this boy, everyone thought was absolutely perfect. A beautiful boy. He might have even been about 6 feet tall. Might have been. But if things were perfect, and they weren't–but I had at least let myself think so–the universe might have worked itself around this tragedy. Instead in my mind, things were perfect, and so life came crashing down. I thought things were perfect, the next day, my son drowned. By the grace of God, I still had one son left. He was also perfect. Now, apparently, [redacted] Well, what do you expect? Maybe I was a little crazy. I very rarely thought about my son, because if I spent time doing that, I might have been a wreck. –more of a wreck. Actually, I was increasingly put together–outstanding considering the previous circumstances. But everyone has a story. None of this makes me special– Especially in New York City, where almost everyone thinks they're special, and almost nobody is. Almost Nobody. And that might as well have been my name. I wasn't nobody– I was Almost Nobody. An honest nobility. But– And I might have looked through Will Ferrell on any other day, because like most big time movie stars, he was invisible to me. Once you're ‘this many' famous, it's almost like a reversal effect on my psyche. I don't hate you. I don't like you. You're just–too famous. I.e.--invisible. –Besides this, however, was the fact that I was peeling my eyelids back with toothpicks from having them shut before what I considered as a full “work day” was over. And on this day, in the documentary that I considered as “work…” Actually, very hard work– Very hard work– He happened to have been wearing a shirt that reminded me of the shirt my son was wearing in one of the last ever photos I took of him. —actually, both of them were wearing that shirt. We were all dressed alike. Family pictures. Matching outfits. You know–the kind of shit you do when you're happily married– Or unhappily, but still married with children and making the best of it because you're married with children That sort of shit. And that day was probably the very best day because I took the very best pictures of the very best boys– But of course, I didn't remember anything about that day besides taking those pictures. So there, in my mind, it stood. Now, what does this have to do with Will Ferrell's shirt? Almost nothing, besides making a point of sense memory. Anyway, isn't it obvious? {Enter The Multiverse} When something invisible becomes suddenly visible, you have no choice but to look at it as some sort of miracle. An act of God. What kind of miracle was this? I didn't know. The Complex Collective © Sure, let's just chalk up all this uncontrollable crying and depressive nonsense to that. Under the circumstances–to chalk it up to anything else? [The Festival Project ™ ] [A MAN exits THE STUDIO in the shadow of night.] V.O. That could be devastating. L E G E N D S – The Return of S U P A[Redacted]™ [A MAN is tied to a chair in a dark and murky chamber; a spotlight shines onto him from above; the cheesecloth Lol cheesecloth how fitting. Classic. –is removed from his mouth. Naturally, he immediately begins speaking.] Why–am I sitting here– In–a fuckin'--suit?! That's your work uniform! What the fuck! You don't like it? What the– Haha. [his arms are taped tightly to the armrest] What–NO–i don't like it. Well then, you don't know who you are. [The man pauses, as a blank look falls over his face–suddenly this seems true, as if his mind been completely erased. As if–he's just realized–he bears absolutely no identity.] Holy shit. Jeezus. That is terrifying. INT. STAIRWELL. NIGHT [The sound of the thunderous stormy rain batters the house almost hauntingly–the television sets all bear a static loss of signal–young STEPHEN runs in a panic up the stairs to the GALLEY, where his UNCLE JACK is often found] UNCLE JACK! UNCLE JACK! I buy things with pennies not worth picking up– I live in a dumpster made of don't-wants. Over a period of time it slowly began to occur to me that I had no idea what I had written–that is, what had been published, or who had read it. It was certain: someone had. However… to what limit was this exposure. And–was it dangerous? Fuck. I knew nothing entirely of the redactions, except that I'd redacted it. But what about the text surrounding the redactions. What the fuck exactly did I write about? I forgot how high I was–or where i'd been. Not literally high, of course, but….figuratively speaking. Fuck. Hurry, hurry along, It's been a long time I can't help you along, Die alone, ride along It's been a long time… See, I told you the Upper West Side was the best side. maybe it's just the least not-great side. ehh , tomato-potato. For the crust, try flax seed meal cinnamon agave Oil What time is it on the West Coast? The ghost of Conan arrived Under a blanket of blue light, and sighed “I've been wasting my time here” I had to disagree, kind of. What time is it here? I'm locked in for one more day; I'm locked in for one more hour I'm wasting valuable dark time with my life shit But I'm so tired my eyes are burning And I'm so sore My arms are stuck. I should run for the coffee; Or turn for the cornbread They're all getting sick of us They're all getting sicker I decided to pack my life up And hault all of it over I woke up sore But I wrote a song On a four leaf clover It was four in the morning The ghost of Conan Won me over It was four in the morning I'm locked in for one more hour It was four in the morning An hour ahead A four leaf clover It was four in the morning I needed a water It's one more hour A four leaf clover The ghost of Conan I start recording To cut the corner Conan O'Brien It's one in the morning— You're one hundred years old; You ought to be sleeping. … It's midnight. I live in Hollywood. And i'm a vampire. Ah. Sweet dreams. // Happy Trails. L E G E N D S Shapeshifting is simple— not the process or practice of changing one's form, but simply shifting one's consciousness into another vessel either partially, or entirely. But— Just because it's simple, doesn't mean it's also easy. {Enter The Multiverse} Often times in matters of consciousness, anything is dangerous. I did have strange dreams—so, as to say instructed by ‘the ghost of Conan O'Brien', I was decent at following directions, being as his tone might have been dauntingly sarcastic, or sardonic—but I kept forgetting to look up what the latter meant, and so it was with heavy sarcasm after I awoke to transcribe whatever frequency waves I was being blugeoned with under the pure blue light of my otherwise darkened studio—as blue light always seem merciless to whatever was lurking in the corners of my deep subconscious, I wasn't altogether too suprised that this time it was Conan “Snowball” O'Brien, because I had been so recently impressed with his Oscar's performance—and before that, English tends with the type of comedy that had given him the nickname I had chosen for him—or codename, because, by now, the hosts had come one by one with a point to make and a line to put across, and though it had been at some kind of increased trajectory since He who might should probably not be named for fear the sudden and highly publicized combustion of the then currently raining Tonight show host— it was as if it had been raining everymans in blue suits and shined loafers for the inside of a year, however, it had indeed kind of presently enough started with my co-worker “Kimmel”, who was fascinated with the kind of Television that breeds a familiarity with these kinds of people— and Jay Leno was also sort of like some sort of fairy that just kind of occurred randomly at times, living back in LA. I was sure it had been Jay Leno in LA traffic in some kind of a classic car— only later to find that he indeed was a collector and enthusiast of cars and motorcycles, and I tried not to hold the later against him. My dreams had been odd at best and filled with people I very rarely thought about— the man in Los Angeles I once lived with who I was sure was a [redacted[, and also just happened to look the way Will Ferrell would age to eventually look. This, I found fascinating. Will Ferrell didn't look like that at the time, But he did now— and even his style of comedy was growing on me, because I didn't find myself capable of it. What kind of comedy was I capable of? Right now, the invisible kind. After a heavy breakfast, I had finally realized why ‘Tears of A Clown' was incomplete— Apparently I had to include all of my performances—- This would make the album hard to listen to, at least for me. But the concept was the concept. I had already hidden other comics amongst the tracks and probably without too much trouble— from recordings I had taken myself and were impossible to find elsewhere. This side project was beginning to be a whole album project, and [rarity] was still just not even something I moderately even wanted to consider doing, however— ‘story.' had somehow come to the top of the page where my masters were kept, and it reminded me that perhaps I was in the same kind of pressure position now that I was then— and that in order for things to change— to get a new apartment or to visit with my son- I would have to medicate in order to write the kind of music i wasn't writing; the anxiety had finally collided with impatience, and lack of focus, and all the classic symptoms of ADHD's spiraling depression, but I was still glad I hadn't become dependent on the girl next door for her adderall prescription. I wasn't gonna be her little bitch. Especially not in that way. It seemed a pattern amongst these people to create a need and dependency in order to gain power and control— and thusly, the dynamic had lost my trust and respect, and so I was just kind of… around— out there, and not caring really what it was or what it all meant. I had woken up to immediate breakfast still early but late for me— a day off of the gym is what my muscles cried and ached for, and even the scrambled tofu rice breakfast like my dad used to make with tofu instead of scrambled eggs wasn't all the way satisfying or complete without the chocolate and banana malt shake— now I shouldn't be hungry, but it wasn't hunger that was doing me in— I almost refused coffee because I wanted to go back to sleep. I had slept early enough that it shouldn't have been an issue, but I was exhausted. Come on, you defunct dinosaur motherfucker! 97! A baby! The reptilian hides his true identity in order to conform. [The Festival Peoject ™ Presents] Will Ferrell In “The Guru” Wait, I Gotta go write this other thing. Wow, Tina Fey looks great. Worth the new email address? It was already said and done. I could eat this fucking documentary for lunch. –yesss. Stephen Colbert had the middle name of an equally middle aged black man. But this was besides the point. I was already 30-and-a-half-seconds exactly into scooping up a new email addressed when I realized– Oh no. Emergency brakes initiated. If this is a documentary about Saturday Night Live– And its on Peacock– (And it's on Peacock) –then there's a pretty good chance– –and Tina Fey's in it. -she looks incredible. Jesus! –then. Fuck. Dammit. There's a slight chance [redacted] might just–not–be in it. Might not be. Hm Well, let's see. Worth the risk? Worth a shot. To the face (or of Tequila) I hate Tequila. It's not for you. It's not– Give me that. Goddammit. Fu–darnint. Goddamit I had avoided Jimmy Fallon's face for like a year straight at least– Call it two if you count the moment exactly from the Thanksgiving Macy's Day Parade, that one year. THE COSMIC AVENGER SUPRISE. NO. GODDAMMIT. Does it matter that the word “surprise” here is spelled wrong? No. It's almost like–it should be. THE COSMIC AVENGER FANGIRLS! That's worse than fiddlesticks! Worth mentioning that. Really. All from an ad? Two ads, i caught a snippet of the Booking.com commercial Apparently, you did this. STEPHEN COLBERT YOu did THIS. Shut up, not now Tyrone. So he's just He's Tyrone now. Obviously. Look. No Look at –0 Noh. [A group of surfers sit huddled beyond the break.] Oh. No swell. So…so flat. Nah…There's a wave coming. Just wait for it. This is pathetic, man. No, there's something. I can feel it. It's like a fishbowl man. Nada. Just–wait, sharkbait! Forget it, I'm going home. [two surfers paddle away reluctantly] MEANWHILE A storm spotted just off the coast of Los angeles california may bring the entire western coast Tsunami-like waves. [read: Tsunami] [the bottom of the screen is issuing an emergency evacuation silently over b-roll of the red carpet] But first WHAT THIS UP AND COMING STARLET WORE TO THE MET GALA Lol Classic {As Seen On TV} [Enter The Multiverse} I had developed quite the fascination with Saturday Night Live; Not because of Jimmy Fallon, of course, who arguably ruined the show by creating the trend of breaking character On camera With his world-class smile, and entourage plethora of adoring female fans. Stay away from him Not a problem. He's venomous. Alright. Noted. Liz, I have some documents for you to sign. Documents. What documents. *squints really hard* I'll be right back. First of all, Lets just get one thing straight: I am not a fangirl of, Nor am I obsessed with[redacted} Right. Ok. And in case you need closure, here's what I am obsessed with, here. [the 34,000 multidimensional and extraterrestrial life forces which use [The Host of The Tonight Show] as a portal and/or vessel.] OH. WOW. THAT'S– Yeah. WOW. How–is that a regular blacklight? Does it look like a regular blacklight? Nothing is regular about this. Jesus effing.. God! Yeah. Wow. YEAH. You don't want me to shine a real blacklight on this guy– Trust me. OK? Gross. HOST1 I don't know what you're insinuating. [squints really super extra hard] Nothing. L E G E N D S So…worth it? Worth it…Tina Fey…worth it. Alright. I win this one. Win what? Are you playing this dumb game too? The prize winnings are sustaining my lifestyle. [Tina Fey eating corn chips sustaining her lifestyle.] Luxe. Isn't it? It was like staring into the sun. [The Festival Project ™ ] Lil bitz Man, I use my googles sparingly. I really do. If I google something that's kind of iffy– even in incognito, Or with a VPN I hurry up and erase my history. I erase everything Shit. I erase my history faster than the white power movement. I'm serious. I erase my history harder and faster than a white supremasist. “that's in your mind!” What's in my mind? Nothing happened here! THOSE DAYS ARE OVER. Why is this all in one document? idk i just kinda suddenly noticed how NBC is so left learning it's almost too forcibly progressive. Look, this is all just–too much for me! Okay? Too much for you?! Oh please! If anybody asks me anything, I'm going to admit it! Admit what?! You don't do that! You don't admit anything! Admit what?! Exactly! Jesus Christ. It's all good in practice, but when it comes down to it, i'll break. Don't let them break you! I'll break. Listen to me. I'm being violated. Listen to me. This is offensive! Shut the fuck up. I can't believe you said that! What did I say?! [doe eyes] You know what. Fine. Fuck it. [super wide eyed blank stare] You're right. If anyone comes for you, just–run, goddammit. What. Run at em, for christs sakes. You gargantuan motherfucker. I'm–not that tall. I meant your ego. 0.0 This is a calamity. I'm astonished you think that. Listen, Larry. Larry. Right. When we're finished playing Atari, I gotta have a real heart-to-heart with you. Heart to heart what? [Ron produces a bleeding, beating human heart, seemingly out of nowhere; ‘LARRY' jumps back and stutters in shock and confusion] –WOAH. [RON emotionlessly presses a combination into the controller.] Oh look. I win. I–WHAT?! You dropped your controller. WHERE DID YOU GET THAT? Special combination: it's not a cheat code. People say it's a cheat code. THAT'S A HUMAN HEART. YOU'RE A MURDERER. I'm not a murderer; it's still beating, look: That's–[crazy]--That's–put that back. That's what I need your help for. My help what?! With that?! Don't be a sore loser. [IMMORTAL COMBAT] What?! “Heart To Heart” Tall tales, and heads, then tails again Trails and tears and trails of blood lead on thy stool Thy path as wilted flower waits And blue eyed gaze barely, Hold tongues and does shatter glass hearts and bare minds, And bare breasts And peach flesh, And Bare bones And blank stares and Fair is fair the frier the fire The goal the goal And the eye is the eye And the eye is golden I like fair shadows {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.™

Late one afternoon in the summer of 2014, a pawnshop owner was updating his inventory logs when the bell above the front door jingled. A young couple walked inside and approached the counter. The man said he had a few items to sell, then opened a drawstring bag and dumped the contents onto the counter. A collection of gold chains, rings, and watches spilled out. Many of the pieces were twisted and mangled. And instantly, the hairs on the pawnshop owner's neck stood up. Because everything about this interaction – from the large quantity of damaged jewelry to the careless way the pieces had been thrown in a bag together – told him that these items were stolen. And this made the owner extremely nervous, because he had cash in the register and didn't know what the thieves might be capable of. He needed to get them out of the store quickly, without revealing that he was on to them. So, he told the couple he didn't have enough cash to buy the jewelry now, but would send some pictures to his broker to see if they were interested. The couple agreed and let him take the photos. As soon as they were gone, the owner called the police, and it soon became clear he'd stumbled onto something much bigger than theft. Because this jewelry was linked to a murder case that had rocked a small, suburban community and baffled police. For 100s more stories like these, check out our main YouTube channel just called "MrBallen" -- https://www.youtube.com/c/MrBallenIf you want to reach out to me, contact me on Instagram, Twitter or any other major social media platform, my username on all of them is @mrballenSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Conversations is bringing you a summer treat — a collection of Richard's most memorable guests through out the years. Uncle Jack was forcibly removed from his mother as a baby and denied his Aboriginality. A one-off trip to Fitzroy connected him with a family he didn't know about, and promptly landed him in jail.Jack passed away in 2022. Help and support is always availableYou can call Lifeline 24 hours a day on 13 11 14In a career spanning more than half a century, Uncle Jack Charles used the stage to share painful and personal truths about being a Stolen Generations survivor.Uncle Jack was born in Melbourne in 1943. He was taken from his mother as a baby and ended up in Box Hill Boys' Home where he was abused and told he was an orphan.It was only towards the end of his life that Uncle Jack found out who his father was, finally knowing himself as a Wiradjuri man, as well as Boon Wurrung, Dja Dja Wurrung, Woiwurrung and Yorta Yorta.Uncle Jack's early life had been defined by addiction, theft and twenty-two stints in jail.But he forged a legacy as a giant of the arts, a tireless advocate for youth in detention and a trailblazing advocate for a fairer Australia.This episode of Conversations contains discussions about Aboriginal identity, Indigenous history, stolen generation, orphanages, boys homes, youth offending, foster families, birth mothers, family relationships, Lilydale High School, Victoria, Melbourne, Fitzroy, youth detention, home invasion, robbery, acting, performing, theatre, film, Sydney Opera House, Box Hill Boys' Home, orphans, sisters, brothers, siblings, addiction, heroin, jail, racism, advocacy, David Gulpilil, initiation, Bennalong.

In episode 1791, Jack and Miles are joined by comedian, Blake Wexler, to discuss... Books And Jackets Fly Off The Shelves Following Luigi Mangione’s Arrest, Was RFK’s MAGA Turn All About Getting Justice for His Uncle Jack? Kids Are Being Forced To Say Goodbye To “Dying” A.I. Toys and more! TDZ Best of the Year Episodes Poll! Book climbs bestseller list after title was apparently cited on bullet casings at scene of CEO’s death Luigi Mangione viewed UnitedHealthcare CEO Brian Thompson’s killing as ‘symbolic takedown’ of ‘parasitic’ healthcare industry: sources Jacket worn by alleged UnitedHealthcare shooter Luigi Mangione is flying off shelves Unsurprisingly, Luigi Mangione Merch Is Surging Was RFK’s MAGA Turn All About Getting Justice for His Uncle Jack? LISTEN: La Donna Malese by Riz OrtolaniSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Take two minutes to share your ADHD story at SomethingShinyPodcast.com/Survey! Your input will help us shape future episodes and tools that make a difference for all neurodivergent folks. We can't wait to hear from you!How do you survive family dinners? Sitting at a table until everyone is done? Overstimulation? Sticky conversations and setting boundaries?  David and Isabelle talk concrete tips for getting through family dinners, and even enjoying them—and the truth behind ear worm songs' lyrics that may pop your Thanksgiving Day Parade Spiderman balloons.----David and Isabelle name that any time you're meeting with family, traveling, disrupting routine, and then you throw in kids—how do we do this? Let's start with dinner, and then work our way back to how you get there. Whenever you're going out to eat with family…family is a tricky word. Family describes ritual—people who get together at different times, don't have to be related. Whoever is in your network, where you go. Kids really need help knowing the story behind people, understanding the story behind Uncle Jack and Aunt Sue—it can help create connecting moments by throwing in novelty. Kids can be really honest and if it's boring, they may ask: “Why are you boring?” Also, we love Aunt Sue. Partners might use this, too, not just kids. Let alone how family stuff can be so loaded, you may not want to share the same room with some people, there can be anxiety, and anticipatory dread. Part when you're going to go visit v. hosting—how do we cope with the different layers of anxiety. With a heavier family situation—bring the toolbox, especially with kids. Before you leave, have a backpack, help your child pick toys (even if they're 14), headphones, and talk about where you can use your phone or play games. What about the interesting power struggle of having kids sit at the table until everyone is finished eating—let's think about that differently, because sitting for that long is so hard for kids, and adults, with ADHD—and why is hosting so FUN, because you're always translating your restlessness into effective hosting. Most people with ADHD fall into really good host and amazing networker, and we can also know how to help people feel connected and welcome because we know how hard it can be to be isolated. Take breaks with your child. Be honest about how long it's going to be (like 3.5 hours, not "just 15 more minutes"), and be realistic about what battles you're going to pick with your child.  Sometimes when we think about social norms we're trying to show and build the frustration tolerance in our children—we place such a load and raise the stakes so much for the holidays, and we forget that that is a set up with kids. The more you raise the expectations and raise the stakes, the more it's asking for disaster. For the parents who feel that pressure, judgment, and family rules—really hard to have an unreasonable expectations and have them passed on. Can be helped to know that expectations are resentments waiting to happen—and let the table know the expectation we're actually dealing with (eg. We're trying to help kid finish food, as opposed to sit quietly for an hour). Have a wonderful moment with your family, knowing that the most unconventional moments are the memory makers. Also can be really overstimulating, and have a plan for what to do then ahead of time, and how to manage that. How do we recognize we are overstimulated? Isabelle went to Costco and only realized 3 hours later how she was overstimulated. We're all going to feel things differently, but certain things will always be overstimulating: loud noise (increases heart rate) and triggers your fear response. Think about that moment you left a loud concert or house party and that moment when you walk into the cold night air and then you take a breath—knowing that we're overstimulated is really hard to notice (want to work on with a therapist or close friend)—we can tolerate the heat getting turned up really high and we don't notice it until it's at a certain point. David knows he's overstimulated when he's worried about breaking things or bumping into people. When Isabelle starts to feel she's obstacle coursing it, that's when she's overstimulated. Sometimes being overstimulated is really good, or really bad—it's not necessarily one thing or another: it's what's appropriate for the moment. David will sometimes look at his partner where she's like “we don't have time for that.” Getting signs and knowing these things, like with your kid—“I noticed that you were walking around with your hands balled up”—“can I check in on you at Meemaw's house when you're hands are clenched, maybe we can go on a walk with me?” Walks are important intervention: changes environment, smells open up, visual stimulation, movement. Or have a place in Dodge—a weighted blanket in the basement, watch a couple of TikTok's. Isabelle describes the giant mega Christmas party they'd attend that included all these pockets of peace and respite—like smoke breaks (side note: folx with ADHD being drawn to the stimulant with nicotine, but also the habit of taking breaks with a few different people). How valuable it might be not only notice your kid's cues and give them prompting, but also how it might feel for your kid “I'm getting overstimulated, you know I notice my jaw is tight, and I feel like I'm going to bump into things a lot, I need to go for a walk, want to come with me?” We want to make “Calm Down!” not a swear word. It's usually the opposite effect—we're often not saying this to ourselves, we're telling other people to do it. Do it with a partner, the more premeditated it is—you can be predictable and take a break. Boundaries are not personal, even though they almost always feel that way. David uses the example of the briefcase where he keeps his notes—if he saw anyone going near it, he'd freak out, because it has to do with his boundary around client confidentiality, but it's not about who is doing it (whether it's a stranger or a partner). You can set the boundary just by changing the subject. We take boundaries personally, we also think boundaries are about what we're asking the other person to do, when actually—(pause for effect)—the boundary is what you're going to do. For example, Isabelle will find herself being asked for therapeutic advice at family functions, but the boundary when she doesn't want someone to talk about the thing, but it's the moment she changes the subject, walks away, etc. it's the moment where I actually set the boundary for myself. It's not about getting the person to stop talking, it's giving them something to chew on, like a sandwich, so they can't talk about it. And another caveat: as inveterate people pleaser, Isabelle's discomfort shoots up, and it doesn't feel better to her to set a boundary, but it's a short term huge burst of discomfort that she's trading for a long haul sense of self-betrayal, or being worn down, or all the bigger consequences that come from not having a boundary. You tend to have to set boundaries again and again, and it rarely gets easier, you just get more well versed at how you do it. This reminds David of putting on sunscreen—it's so gross, he hates the greasy stuff, but it's better than getting the sunburn. The boundary setting can be announced or not announced. And one of the powers of ADHD: engage ADHD distraction mode when someone starts talking about something you're not about. Like do Delorians need special garages so the doors would still open? Like mo...

This week, I'm excited to welcome Dr Jack Kruse. Dr Kruse is a board certified neurosurgeon, health educator, and proponent of unconventional health and wellness practices. Dr. Kruse's philosophy often challenges conventional medical approaches, emphasizing the importance of natural living and reconnecting with ancestral health principles. In this episode, Dr Kruse explains the current state of play around decentralised medicine. View all episodes at www.thehealthsessions.com.au Learn more about Dr Jack Kruse at https://jackkruse.com Episode Transcript: Stuart Cooke (00:01.252) Hey guys, this is Stu from the Health Sessions and I am delighted to welcome Dr. Jack Cruz to the podcast. Dr. Cruz, how are you? Yeah, I'm very well, very well indeed. Very excited to have this conversation. But first up for all of our listeners that may not be familiar with you or your work, I'd love it you could just share a little about yourself, please. Dr Jack Kruse (00:08.76) Pretty good, how about you? Dr Jack Kruse (00:21.976) Yeah, I'm a board certified neurosurgeon in the United States. I have been living in El Salvador for the last four years. When COVID hit, I began to question a lot of the things that were present, and I decided to unretire, go back and do trauma call to see if they were lying to us or not. And I found out that they were. So then I decided to do something about it. and I wound up presenting to the Bukele administration in El Salvador and they shared some of their country-wide data with me and things that they were facing. And they asked me, what did I think was the solution? And I told them, I think you need to have a constitutional amendment put into your constitution so this would never happen again. And I think you need to re-educate some of the people in your health ministry, I think. You need to educate the doctors. You need to tell people the truth. You need to have freedom of the press. You need to embrace freedom. And this was an easy message for Bukele because he gave his people freedom almost as soon as he got elected the first time in 2019, 2020 made Bitcoin legal tender. And that basically returns freedom back to people and their, and their money. So since he did that first, and then he cleaned up the crime problem in the country, fixing the next problem actually was pretty easy. The real hard part, since you're Australian, I can imagine you know this because it's still going on in your country, that you can't get even people to admit that there was a problem with COVID. And if you can't admit there's a problem, you can't solve for X. And that's kind of where we're going. And then after me helping President Bukele, then... Stuart Cooke (01:59.77) Mm-hmm. Dr Jack Kruse (02:16.854) that information started to bleed into Bobby Kennedy's vice presidential candidate, Nicole Shanahan. And then Bobby called me about the law and then they started to use the law in their campaign. And then next year, know, this summer he joins forces with Donald Trump and then Donald Trump has got the message now too. So I would consider myself more of a lethal pathogen for probably the COVID narrative than most other people that you could probably have on. Stuart Cooke (02:45.957) Fantastic, wow, that is quite an introduction. And very interesting times ahead. Let's see what happens. mean, game on. Everything that we've been speaking about in the counterculture world of health, wellness and human performance is about to take centre stage. So really, really interested. So coming from a traditional medicine background into being one of the... one of the leaders in the biohacking and wellness space now. How do you look at traditional medicine right now? Dr Jack Kruse (03:16.664) Traditional medicine is like a sweet on the Titanic. They would like to renovate it and I would like the boat to sink. Why? Because we've gone past the point, you know, it's like a patient with metastatic cancer in just about every Oregon. You know, the time to fix it was to do the prevention earlier, but you have to realize that Stuart Cooke (03:26.829) Right. Dr Jack Kruse (03:42.636) The people that control big pharma really are the bankers. It's a, it's a very big story. And when I mean big, complicated because it's a Leviathan to know where all the missing pieces and parts are, you know, it take a lot longer time than you have allocated to talk to me. But in the last, I would say six months in the United States, I have been doing a ton of podcasts. Why? Because people in the United States, unlike probably Australia, unlike Canada, unlike Europe, they're ready for this discussion about really what happened. And I think, you know, the people in the States voted that way on November 5th, that they were sick and tired of being lied to. And we didn't go down the path that, you know, Canada went, you guys went, Europe went, or even places like South America went. We decided that we're still for the freedom of speech. Stuart Cooke (04:16.12) Hmm. Dr Jack Kruse (04:42.456) And we're still fighting for the truth. We're not going to have digital IDs or we're saying right now that we're not going to have central bank digital coins. But I don't know if that's going to be true or not. I think there may be a path to that because the people that truly control the United States, which are the bankers and the industrial military complex, may have different designs because effectively, you know, what Trump and Bobby Kennedy are bringing to the table right now, really is the vaccine for Big Pharma. It's really the vaccine for the bankers. It's quite a lot to swallow. And like I said, one of my good friends in this story, Kevin McKiernan, who's the person that found SV40 in the jabs, said it's kind of like expecting Trunk and Bobby to go into the Death Star and somehow make Darth Vader nice. I don't know if that's really possible. But I certainly think that it's worth an opportunity to do it. I think other places in the world have actually got collateral effects from COVID. And that's actually what the people who were doing this, the Agenda 201 people, the WEF people, I know there's a lot of people in Australia that are now really fighting hard against this. But you guys already got digital ID. You guys are. are headed towards a CBDC. you know, basically they're interested in making us economic slaves on the plantation. And it's kind of the way in which they've done it is, I'm going to tell you, it's brilliant. It's a brilliant plan. It's been crafted over 120 years and they've done small little changes, insidious changes that you're like, come on, this isn't that bad. But when you add the whole collection up, you know, it's not a good situation. And they've used medical tyranny to pull it off. They've also used financialization, you know, through rehypothecation of money. That's actually the base problem for every country, including my own. And it's actually the base problem that was here in El Salvador. But El Salvador was the one country who started to reverse this trend because during their civil war, Dr Jack Kruse (07:09.292) that the United States CIA effectively started, you know, 30 years ago, they lost their fiat currency called the Cologne and they started to use, you know, U.S. dollars as their economy. So they're completely, you know, dollarized and that creates, you know, a huge problem. when Bukele got in and broke the cycle of corruption that was down here, the first thing he did was, I'm going to give my people a parallel monetary system. that's not tied to the Federal Reserve. And I don't think people like all over the world realize how big a thing that was. And believe it or not, that's actually what got me to come to El Salvador because I realized that this type of maneuver was like what George Washington did for the United States where was, but Kelly was like George Washington on steroids. Why? Most people don't know the history. of the United States well enough, especially you guys, since you're a commonwealth. Thomas Jefferson and James Madison wrote in Federalist Papers before our founding documents were done. They actually had fights with each other and a guy named Alexander Hamilton, which you probably heard. And Jefferson was ardent that the biggest problem with the Bank of England was that their level of usury. and also the way the bank handled business. And he said that no government will ever be successful if you allow the bankers to have this level of control. And Alexander Hamilton took the other side and said, well, that's all well and good, but if you're to create a country like we're trying to do here in the United States, you still have to have a monetary system. right now, going back to the Magna Carta, the Britons have done a pretty good job for about 1,000 years. Why don't we just roll with that until something comes up? And we didn't have a better form of money, you know, at that time. But the funniest part of the story is when Jefferson becomes president after George Washington, his vice president, Aaron Burr, kills Alexander Hamilton in a duel. Like this problem has not gone away in the United States. And I would say to you, it went all the way up into the Bitcoin Nashville event in Dr Jack Kruse (09:29.816) You know, July this year, when you had both Trump and Bobby, when they were both running for president, both of them said that they were about making Bitcoin a reserve currency to back the US dollar, you know, to make it affect how it used to be prior to 1971 when it was backed up by gold. And that's a good step. You know, for me as a Bitcoin maximus, it's not what I want to see. But is that a really positive step? you know, for the United States, yes. If it's a positive stuff for the United States, when we do something, everybody else usually follows. The interesting part is, I don't think Britain is gonna be doing that now because what did they do in their election? They voted for a version of Kamala Harris with a penis. That's called pure scarmor. And generally what the UK does, that's what Canada does, that's what Australia does. And a lot of times the same thing is true with Europe. But this is the first time I can tell you, think, maybe since World War I, when the United States and Britain have gone two different paths. Trump is radically different than King Charles. And in a good way, King Charles is trying to bring the UK and the Commonwealth back to the Dark Ages, medievalism, feudalism, you know, some, I think you guys call it Fabianism, because it's a version of you know, communism, but that's good for a monarchy. And, you know, I'm perfectly fine if the people of Australia, Canada, and the UK are cool with that because, you let's face it, you guys lived with it for a really long time. But that version of bullshit doesn't follow in the United States. Remember, we are the misfits that told the king to kiss our ass in 1774. So I can tell you that I am the latest iteration of that asshole. in 2024 because I don't want any part of what England's doing. I don't want any part of what Australia is doing. I don't want any part of what Canada is doing. I like our founding documents. And this was the case that I made to Bukele in his basement. I actually had to teach him the story that Jefferson went through with a guy named Benjamin Rush. The only remnants that you'll ever hear about Benjamin Rush from anybody else, he was a Dr Jack Kruse (11:57.706) a doctor and a politician who is originally British. You know, he was born in the States, but he had lots of ties to England because remember, we're effectively British just like you guys are in the States. And what Benjamin said that we needed to put a constitutional amendment in our founding documents and the founding fathers who are writing these papers, they went back for 5,000 years and couldn't find anything in human history where Medical Tierney was the attack vector to take a government down and apart. And Jefferson told him, he says, look, I think it's a good idea, but I just don't think that we can do this and do it well because it's going to slow our process down. And there was a lot of different things that went back and forth if you read the Federalist Papers. But I told Bukele the story, and that's when Bukele said to me, so you think that's the best plan of attack? I said, yeah, it is. Because if you try to use lawfare, like having lawyers go after Pfizer, Moderna, AstraZeneca. That's gonna be a giant shit show, especially in the United States. And the reason why is most people don't know this, and I know you guys are just waking up to this, but who is the distributor of the jab? It's the Department of Defense in the United States government. It wasn't Big Pharma. Big Pharma acted like the local street dealers that sell cocaine on the streets. The guy who is the big cartel in Columbia selling the jab is the Department of Defense. This came directly from a bio weapons program that I laid out on some of the podcasts that I had told you about earlier. The specific one is the Danny Jones podcast where I really let it all hang out. And when you find out that the original SV-40 problem showed up in 1951 through 1957 in the polio jabs by Salk, And now we have proof positive that they're present in the jab. 75 years later, you gotta ask yourself a question unless you're completely brain dead. How does, how does SV 40 wind up in the first generation of the polio vaccine and now in these brand new, supposedly cutting edge vaccines? Well, the reason why is because the program isn't what it was designed to be. It was a bio weapon that they decided to use at Dr Jack Kruse (14:24.704) a specific time to actually try to slow Trump down and get him out of office. And it was successful. And in the United States, the real big issue that happened was not only did they get Trump out, they were trying to manufacture, you know, falsified election. That's what January 6th, you know, 2020 was all about. Everybody thought that these people were trying to overthrow the government, but it was actually the opposite. The government certified a falsified election. And we now know that. If I would have told you that three or four years ago, I probably would have the FBI and CIA knocking on my door. But now we now know that things were falsified in Arizona. We know that they were falsified in Pennsylvania. We know that it were falsified here and there. But it's four years later. You can't change history once the government certifies the election on January 6th. They try to pin this insurrection on Trump, which was an absolute joke, but believe it or not, they've thrown a lot of Americans in jail over this issue. Like I know you guys in Australia, Europe, and Canada, you guys actually really bought the story hook, line, and sinker that these people were truly crazy and they were trying to overthrow their government. They were let in by the government. This was a government PsyOps. And it fits now with the narrative that we see with the aftermarket data for the four years of COVID. We are the people for the rest of the world now overturning and putting Windex on all your glass eyes just how bad this really was. So I told people early on, this is before the jabs even were coming out, I looked at the patents of Moderna and Pfizer and I noticed something very interesting, that there was two legal definitions in the Pfizer patent, one for BioNTech and another one for Pfizer. And I just looked at it and I said, this doesn't make sense to me. My initial gut feeling was that they were going to present one to the FDA and then they were going to use one that they were going to mass produce. So that way the FDA wouldn't have all the true data. And since vaccines are protected in this 1986 law, that's horrible that we have, they could unleash this as a giant experiment. Dr Jack Kruse (16:47.5) to get the jab out. I told people, I did a documentary with Robert Malone and Robert McCullough, who are two doctors here in the States that you probably have heard of. And that had to be behind a paywall because you can imagine at that time, the things that we were saying were pretty controversial. Now I was the least controversial person in the movie. Why? Because I didn't really talk too much about medicine. I talked about these two legal definitions at length. And why was I doing that? Because I knew the story in detail more than anybody knew that I knew. Now people know it because I unleashed that story on the Danny Jones podcast. And I felt that they were going to put SV40 in one of the jabs. Why? Because their development team at Pfizer wasn't as advanced as Moderna. Moderna was using an E. coli vector, which I could see in the patents. made sense to me. you know what they were doing. I still thought it was a bad idea because it didn't have any proper safety testing. But I didn't have as big a problem with Moderna as I did with the Pfizer thing. And that's what I said in the documentary. So here we go till 2022 and all of a sudden, this guy, Kevin McKiernan, for those of you in Australia who don't know him, you need to know him. In fact, he just came out on the Danny Jones podcast because I hooked him up with Danny Jones to get his end of the story down because the aftermarket data we have now is even more devastating, probably even more devastating than you know in Australia because something just got published that he did, which we'll talk a little bit about. Kevin got two vials of Pfizer jabs from two lots, tested them in 2022 and found out that the SV40 promoter was in it. He published that information on Twitter. And of course you can only imagine what happened on Twitter at that time. everything exploded, everybody that was on the opposite side, the Biden and Kamala Harris side, the Operation Warp Speed people, the big pharma, they're like, this guy's full of shit, we don't believe him. It got so bad that one of the molecular virologists who is part of the evil empire, or the dark star as we talked about before, he said, I'm gonna prove him wrong, I'm gonna do the test myself. His name's Philip Buchholz, he's at the University of South Carolina, very accomplished. Dr Jack Kruse (19:16.856) virologist who works and has lots of grants with the federal government. Lo and behold, guess what he found? He didn't prove Kevin wrong, he proved Kevin right. And to his credit, to his credit, I have to give him a lot of credit here, he immediately went to the state Senate in South Carolina and actually told the senators that this is a huge problem. Why? Because now we have to start to question other things that potentially could be going on. Because at that time, The initial pulse in the aftermarket data is that I think everybody everywhere in the world knew about the myocarditis story. We knew about the clotting story, but we had just started to see there were several people with several locks that were getting cancers who had no history of cancer at all. And they were getting not minor cancers. These were stage three and stage four cancers in very young fit people. Remember, we were all told the lie that all the fatties were going to die. And it turned out that also was a lie early on. The fatties weren't the ones dying even in the hospital. The people who are dying are the people who getting Tony Fauci's drugs and the people who got intubated. It actually was the hospital algorithmic medicine treatment, you know, that the people in big tech and what we call HARPA, which is a version of DARPA, those are the people that are Silicon Valley connected healthcare folks. came up with these algorithms to treat people with and it became obvious something was going on. So you remember when we started this podcast, I told you I was effectively retired. And when I started hearing all this story, you can only imagine Uncle Jack said, I'm going to check into this bullshit big time. So what did I do? I go back and start volunteering to do a week of trauma call and I'm spending time in the ERs and spending time in the ICUs because that's what neurosurgeons do. So I got to see the sickest of the sick. Stuart Cooke (20:55.641) Mm. Dr Jack Kruse (21:15.352) And lo and behold, what did I find over two years between actually two and a half years, 2021 through 2024? I was averaging 13 clots and at least eight to 10 cancers in a week that would show up in the hospital. And most of those were in vaccinated people. The most amazing part of my observations is that there was no unvaccinated people. that were afflicted by these problems. Like people who just had regular COVID, this truly was like the cold or the flu. And these people never sought care in the ICUs. They came to the ERs, but the ERs would send them out. They wouldn't do anything with them. The people that got admitted, they got put on these algorithms that the hospitals did. And it turned out the hospitals were incentivized by CMS is the government version of healthcare that pays for things and the government would pay for things that they wanted done. They wouldn't pay for the things that shouldn't get done. That's where you heard nobody would let us use hydroxychloroquine, ivermectin. They wouldn't let us use methylene blue. They wouldn't let us use vitamin D. And it turned out all those things for the people that were in the ER that went home, they did really well. In fact, that's actually what Bukele found. Bukele found within two months of doing the jobs, they started to notice a problem. So what did he do? Even through his own Twitter feed, started telling people, we're going to give you little bags of goodies in it that had a lot of these off-label medications. And they didn't have a huge problem. It turned out the people that got admitted and wound up having to go into the ICU who were getting drugs they shouldn't have gotten and got intubated, those are the people that died. And the story continued to get worse. Why? Because we started to see the pulse of the serious stuff, meaning these turbo cancers, the spike in the data went straight up. And for you guys in Australia who don't know this, there's a guy on Twitter that you should follow. His name is the Ethical Skeptic, at Ethical Skeptic. And he is a former Navy intelligence officer in the United States. What did he start doing? Dr Jack Kruse (23:40.856) He's good with numbers. So he started to post many different things and to show how the CDC, the FDA, and everybody was lying through these numbers. And when I saw this, plus I had my observations of being in the hospital, that's part of the reason when Bukele tapped me in 2023 to write this law. I said, you can't fix this problem in the United States with lawfare. And that's when I found out that El Salvador had assigned these special agreements with the drug manufacturers because guess what? El Salvador doesn't have a 1996 vaccine protection law. Turns out Australia doesn't either. Neither does Europe. Neither does Canada. So guess what? This should tell all of you in those countries that the politicians who were in charge at that time, they signed those documents with them. That means they're all technically a path, a legal path in your country to actually go after them soon. But this is only if the politicians aren't crooked. And it turns out in Australia, we found out they're as crooked as all get out. know, the chick that was in charge of New South Wales, she was being paid off by Fisler. We know that. So, and we also know how serious the lockdown effect was, you know, in Canada and Australia. I think you guys probably had it way worse than we did because remember, as Americans, we didn't put up with too much. And I can tell you what I did. I closed my clinic in Louisiana and moved to Florida where DeSantis was. It was business as usual. I was on the beach the whole time, you know, during COVID. And we didn't give a shit. We actually laughed at you guys. And here I was getting on planes and going to states where the COVID situation was bad. And I was actually able to go see what was happening in different areas. And of course, then I started talking to other doctors in the United States to see what their experience was. And what I found out is the zip code of where people were linked to the ideology and the politics of a specific policy. And it was much worse when you were around people who were, how shall we say, left-wing progressives, where they were taking freedom away much faster, kind of like King Charles. Dr Jack Kruse (26:02.316) you know, has advocated through his, you know, good friendship with Klaus Schott. Like, you know, his famous saying is, you'll own nothing but yet be happy about it kind of stance. You know, that's kind of what the Mararkey was all about for a long period of time. And I noticed that the states that had politicians that are in power like that had the worst outcomes. And it turned out places that should have been bad, like for example, One of the things that I did very early is I started to look at data in Africa. Nobody in Africa was getting any problems from this, even though the vaccines were given to them just about for free. But nobody took them because nobody got sick. And it turned out the ethical skeptic started showing that there was a lot of people in Equatorial Africa that were already immune to the virus. Why? Because that was proof positive the virus had gotten out earlier than anybody said. That's when I realized that we were in a giant PsyOps. This was a bioweapons program gone wrong through a lab leak in Wuhan. And we knew the link in the States because we know the story of Fauci. We know why he had to go offshore because of 9-11, because of the Patriot Act. The Patriot Act has a provision in it that we're not allowed to do gain-of-function study in the United States. If you do, it's punishable by treason. So why did the Department of Defense decide to give Anthony Fauci a 67 % raise a long time ago? Because he moved the bioweapons lab to both Wuhan and the Ukraine. Maybe that'll tell you why we have a Ukraine war going on as well, because we're protecting something that we don't want anybody else to know about. And all of this stuff starts to come free through Freedom of Information Acts. And we start to find out that his links are to this cat in a place called EcoHealth Alliance. That's the guy that basically creates all the gain and function studies that get shipped over to the bioweapons lab. Then all of a sudden the story makes sense. The aftermarket data continues in 23 and 24. And it's very clear now when you look at it that we have huge problems not only with clotting and that's with certain jabs. Like all the jabs have different Dr Jack Kruse (28:26.55) diseases associated with them. And we now know through Kevin McKiernan's work, because he's kept on this, when the turbo cancer data came up, he went to Germany and found someone who got four injections, four jabs, patient got colon cancer, the patient decided to have a biopsy done. Kevin was able to sequence the first tumor, then he did another biopsy a week later. and then he did a postmortem biopsy. And what he was looking for was the sequence in the spike protein, the sequence in the cancer, was there intercalation of the plasmid from, you know, Pfizer in the tumor itself? In other words, are you a GMO person if you took this jab? And it turned out without a doubt you are. So that proved what Philip Buchholz was really concerned about when he went to talk to the centers in South Carolina. because frame shift mutations are one cause of cancer. But the other big one is could these little plasmids that are in these jabs also show up? This made Kevin go look further. And then he found out that every single jab you get, there's 60 billion copies of DNA plasmids in each one. That's common to all the messenger RNA. See, SV40 is only in the Pfizer one. But it turns out, is there another nuclear bomb? with the other Jabs and it is, it's that there's DNA plasmids all in there. How did many of the manufacturers hide the level of plasmids in there? They made sure that they put aluminum in their Jabs. Why? Because it turns out aluminum, they'll tell you it's an adjuvant, but it's really an agglutination effect that decreases the number of plasmids so you can get it through, you know, a regulator, which in our country is the FDA and I know in your country has a different name. And I know they're under fire right now too. for some of the stuff that's going on in Australia. But this is how it went down. And this is exactly how they got the Gardasil vaccine approved in the United States as well. It was through this aluminum effect. So the question immediately came up, you know, for guys like me and Kevin, who started to communicate and also communicate with the ethical skeptic and many other researchers in the world. We're talking about Jay Badachari, Martin Kulldorf. We've all started chatting. Dr Jack Kruse (30:52.652) you know, and had our private conversations because we put this together better than the FDA, CDC, and the people in Washington, DC. We figured out the scam very, very quickly. And we started to say, these are the things that we need to start testing and looking for. We now know that in the spike protein of these German cancer patients who had colon cancer, there's sequences in there. that are not attributable to the Pfizer vaccine. So you know what that means? It means one of two things. That means this came from somewhere else, another vector, like it's out there running around, or it came from the people who manufactured the vaccine in there, meaning that this can go through jump conduction. That's a really big problem because that means that now we have a new problem to worry about. This is the latest data I'm bringing to you. It's only two weeks old. Okay, no one's talking about this. Like in the gain of function world, nobody knows what I'm telling you right now. I know nobody in Australia knows this. I imagine when you put this out, people's heads are gonna explode. But I can tell you that Kevin McKiernan just talked about this live on Danny Jones, which is the reason why I told Danny Jones to get Kevin on. podcast because this is information that you're never going to get from the Department of Defense. You're never going to get from the CDC. You're never going to get it from the FDA. Why? Because this directly exposes the fraud and the problems that were present. And not only that, this now takes this vaccine story to a true next level. This means people who took the jab, not only they potentially genetically modified humans, but they may be the source of many future pandemics down the road. And the diseases they get, this is the thing we don't know. This is the next level testing. We need to test every lot in every jab to see what the effect is because what we believe now is that people are gonna get. Dr Jack Kruse (33:16.562) certain diseases from different companies and different lots within those companies. So this is the reason why in the United States we see certain lots associated with turbo cancers. This is why we see certain lots associated with clotting. This is why we see certain lots associated with myocarditis. And this is the reason why we see people getting rhabdomyolysis. And we're starting to see another pulse now with people getting really nasty diseases. called prion diseases, those are diseases neurosurgeons deal with, that's diseases like Jakob-Kreutzfeld disease or amyloidosis, okay? And autoimmune conditions. And the autoimmune conditions have really spiked up. We're starting to see a lot of cases of very unusual type one diabetes in people who shouldn't have it. And we're also starting to see some very unusual. cases of neuroendocrine tumors and guts that normally we wouldn't see that are usually associated with people that have bad diabetes over a period of time. And we're also starting to see neurodegeneration happen at very rapid rates, meaning generally when someone gets diagnosed with a dementia, whether it's frontal temporal dysplasia, Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, any disease like that usually has a prodrome that takes, you know, a couple of decades to go. These people are getting going from like mild cognitive delay to serious neurodegeneration. Many of the stories that you you hear in Australia, Canada, Europe, where people call it long COVID, it doesn't stay long COVID forever. Certain people get it, certain people don't. Our belief right now has to do with the changes in the lots that are there. So that means we need to start testing every single lot that's out there. Do you think that that kind of issue is gonna happen in the United States where big pharma sits at the Cantillon effect? The answer is no. In fact, here's the real joke of the situation. Big pharma, those medicines haven't even withdrawn from the market here yet. At least, you know, the crown got rid of the AstraZeneca one. There was enough for NHS to say, okay, enough of this shit. Dr Jack Kruse (35:38.672) And Johnson & Johnson in the United States was really smart because they pulled their drug off the market themselves. I think they realized that this is a can of worms that nobody really wants to go through. And Johnson & Johnson has a very different vaccine than everybody else. They used an adenovector virus. They're not polluted with a lot of the same things that Pfizer and Moderna are. But Pfizer's risk right now, in my opinion, off the chain. I really think that while we may not be able to get them by lawfare in the United States, even by some of the things that Bobby Kennedy will probably do in HHS, because of the vaccine law, because of the Dole Buy Act, which you may not know about, but that allowed guys like Fauci to profit off of taxpayer funded research, that's actually the incentive that dictate the outcome why Fauci Stuart Cooke (36:15.822) Hmm. Dr Jack Kruse (36:37.794) you know, was so incentivized to work with gain-of-function people and move it offshore because he made a lot of money. And we now know about a year ago, we found out that he got $440 million in royalties through the NIH and CDC. That money was then redeployed to other scientists that supported his criminality. So you can see that this is a giant conspiracy and we have a law that actually Bobby Kennedy's father was important in writing. It's called the RICO statute. And when Bobby Kennedy Sr. was our attorney general when his brother was president before the government killed him, he's the one that came up with the RICO statute. It turns out, even with this 1986 law that's on the books in the states with the Bayh-Dole Act, there's no protection for these people from a RICO case. So guess what may happen? What may happen? And I think this is where Bobby's going to go in HHS. And this is the reason why I think he's going to have a really tough confirmation process in the United States, even though the Senate is now, you know, weighted to the Republicans. You have to realize in the United States, there's a uniparty problem, meaning the DNC and the RNC has a lot of people that are being paid off by Big Pharma, kind of like what I told you happened in New South Wales. And I'm sure there's many people. and many politicians in Australia, Canada, and Europe, who often has been paid off. We'll find out about this eventually, but that's not my current focus. My current focus really is what can we do to help these people that have been harmed by the vaccine? And that's really my focus, you know, in the future, because I'm the guy that understands the interplay between the nuclear genome and the mitochondrial genome. And that's what decentralized medicine really focuses in on. And you have to realize Stuart that the system that you have in Australia, the system they have in Canada and the system in the UK and in the United States is centralized, meaning that no one will ever get to the point that these people are going to need who've been harmed by this bio weapon. And while I would love to jump into the fray on the medical legal side of things, that's not Uncle Jack's expertise. My expertise is understanding how do we keep Dr Jack Kruse (39:04.098) the genetically modified people in the world, how do we silence that DNA? There's no way we're gonna be able to get it out of our DNA. Like a lot of people are gonna tell you you can detox from it. That is absolute pure insanity. That's the kind of thinking that comes from not understanding truly the science behind it. That's what Kevin McKiernan is really good at explaining. So my goal is to teach people the science that I've been developing over 20 years so we can help people. Now, do I think we're going to come up with new treatments down the road? Yes. So what would I like to maybe end this so you can ask me your next question? It's this is going to be much like the AIDS virus. When AIDS came out, it was a death sentence for everybody who got it. And then magically, slowly over time, We did come up with something called protease inhibitors that actually has now made, you know, AIDS almost a non-issue for most people. But the problem is we had 20 years, 25 years of people dying from it before we came up with the answer. I think that we have a duty as decentralized clinicians to help the people in that 25 year span that's gonna happen between now and then. So that really is my focus. And I think The focus that I brought to the table, at least in the United States, the last 12 months is I went from being apolitical to political. Why? Because I believe this story needs to get out. I believe people like you in Australia, the people in the UK and the people in Canada need to know the truth from the United States because guess what? We made you sick and you bought our bullshit story, hook line and sinker. So I believe that my government has a duty to all of you to tell you the truth. And since my government is not telling you the truth, I'm going to come on podcasts and I'm going to fucking light their house on fire. Stuart Cooke (41:08.482) Boy boy boy. So much to unpack and I think we'll get lots of people scrabbling for the show notes as well to cut and paste names into browsers and to follow this path a little bit further. I just want to share a little bit of a story that happened to me last night in as much as I have had internet problems at home and I'm looking for a new internet service provider and I actually signed up with the same one again but for a faster plan and I had to go through and enter credit card details and give them all of my details. And right at the very end of the conversation with the agent on the phone, she said, I'm gonna send you a link and this link will be for you just to finalise your digital ID. And I said, I'm not sure what you mean. I was expecting to give you my bank. my bank details and my personal details, et cetera. And she said, no, no, you need to take a picture of yourself on your mobile phone. You need to scan some documents, your driver's license, your Medicare number, and that will play a part of your digital ID. And I said, well, no, I'm not very comfortable with that. I don't want to do it. So I think I'll just end. I'll end this. Don't worry about that at all. And she rushed off and went to her manager and came back and said, Well, you don't actually have to give us your digital ID right now. You can go into the store afterwards. And I said, well, I don't want to go into the store afterwards. I'm not very comfortable with me giving you my details and building up a digital profile. I'm not going to do that. Does that mean I won't be able to access the service? And she said, no, no. You will be able to access the service. Perhaps you can do it in the future if you like. So hence, I have my new internet plan, at least I will do at the end of the week. I don't have a digital ID. But that's just an example of a curveball that's thrown out perhaps to me as an unsuspecting and law-abiding citizen as part of the plan that I'm sure will develop into something much bigger down the line. So my question to you is that if we've been following the advice of the government and all the powers that be, and we're guided to what we put in our mouths, which typically will be... Stuart Cooke (43:15.713) a low-fat diet, lots of healthy whole grains. We go out into the sunshine. We're taught in Australia to slip, slap, slop, so hatch, sunscreen, avoid the sun at all costs. And now we seem to be in a little bit of a mess where we are getting sicker, we're getting fatter, children have diabetes, obesity, every autoimmune condition. Dr Jack Kruse (43:38.456) You also have the highest skin cancer rate in the world, just so you know that. No, it's not bizarre to me. It makes total sense to me. It's bizarre to you guys. Turns out the sun doesn't give you cancer. It's all the artificial light around you that does. Stuart Cooke (43:42.357) It's bizarre, isn't it? Stuart Cooke (43:49.72) But what if... Stuart Cooke (43:54.446) Well, I'm a British citizen, so I've lived for 21 years of my life under doom and gloom. So there was no sun. You may get a week in the summer, of which we called our heat wave. But now living in Australia, And I've been in this health and wellness sphere for best part of a decade and a half, doing the complete opposite of what I've been told, in terms of what I'm eating and how I'm exposing myself to the sun. I'm drawn to it like a magnet every day and we get plenty of it. No burns, nothing of any of that sort. I've managed to dodge the medical system for best part of 25 years. I've only been into the doctors to get tests that I've wanted to, bloods and things like that. So my question to you is, It seems almost impossible for Joe Public to be able to even conceptualise doing the right thing because they think they're doing the right thing, because they're following all the roles that we are told that the science and the doctors and the powers that they tell us to do. So where do we go? Dr Jack Kruse (44:58.25) everything they say you do the opposite. If you go and look at my Twitter, what does it say in the little circle? Do not comply. And I got news for you. Every, I famously said this to Rick Rubin and Andrew Uberman on a Tetragrammaton podcast that 99.9 % of things that I learned in medical school and residency are pretty much wrong. And there's a lot of reasons why they're wrong. Stuart Cooke (45:00.279) Yeah. Yeah. Stuart Cooke (45:06.202) Yeah. Stuart Cooke (45:15.673) Hmm. Dr Jack Kruse (45:28.002) But you have to realize that incentives dictate outcomes. The reason why you're told to do many of these things, like I've said this in the United States, I haven't said it too much in Australia, but I'll say it to you. Ask yourself this question, why do Bill Gates, ophthalmologist and dermatologist all want to block the sun? Because it's a great business model for them to be profitable. That's exactly the answer. And it turns out if you are not a dumbass Australian, Stuart Cooke (45:51.416) Yeah. Dr Jack Kruse (45:56.554) and you go out to the bush and you see, you know, the kangaroos running around and you see the birds out there. Notice they don't have sunglasses and sunscreen on, right? They go under a tree. mean, the kangaroos really smart. They actually lick their arms to cool themselves off. But they don't, they don't run away from the sun. And the interesting thing is even when you're under a tree, you still have all the light around you. problem is most people in Australia now they go inside under these fake lights and you don't realize it turns out there's no light controls in any of the dermatologist studies. Like for example, when a dermatologist tells you that UV light causes cancer, you're actually allowed to believe that. You know why? You have a duty that the doctor didn't tell you that the study was done with UV light by itself. Let me ask you this question. Does UV light ever show up from the sun by itself? Or does it have six other colors with it? Turns out it's got six other colors. And you told me you're a British guy, so you know the whole famous story about Newton and the prism, right? He's the guy that created the Pink Floyd album cover so that everybody knows there's seven colors from the sun. Well, it turns out, if you take UV light by itself, yeah, that's a problem. That's what the dermatologists hitched their wagon to. But here's the thing. They didn't tell you that red light is the antidote to purple and to blue. Stuart Cooke (47:08.216) That's right. Dr Jack Kruse (47:22.488) And here's the funny part. Anytime the sun's up, anytime the sun sets, red light's always present. And guess what? It's the most dominant part of the solar spectrum, of terrestrial sunlight. 43 % is infrared A or near infrared light. So when you begin to realize that nature has got the antidote for you and you have a government or a doctor or Bill Gates telling you... No, no, no, we want to geoengineer our skies, want to geoengineer your eyes, and we want to geoengineer your skin. It shouldn't be shocking to you why they're telling you to do it. But I would fully agree with you. When I've been to Australia, I look at them and I think they are the dumbest asses in the world to not figure this out. Why? Because even in the dermatologist's literature that's published in Australia, it shows people that have all the skin cancers have the lowest vitamin D level. If they dermatologists are right, it should be exactly the opposite. People that have the highest vitamin D levels, because you can only make vitamin D from UVB light, right? You know that. They should be the ones that have all the skin cancer. And it turns out every single paper that looks at this shows the lower your vitamin D is, the worse your skin cancer is. How do you like that? So when you think about that and you're wearing sunglasses and slip slather and... Stuart Cooke (48:27.812) Mm-hmm. Stuart Cooke (48:41.262) Yeah. Dr Jack Kruse (48:45.91) all that other bullshit's on the side of your buses. It's no shock to me, actually the reason why you guys have that, but it's also the reason why you were very compliant with the government. Because guess what? What's the part of the story that no one in Australia has heard yet? It's what I talked to Danny Jones about. Turns out when you block the sun, you change the orbital frontal gyrus in your brain, dopamine levels drop, and you become more suggestible. That is a program that started back in the United States, but really started in Nazi Germany called MKUltra. Then MKUltra was graduated to the Stanford Research Institute. Then it was graduated to the Brain Health Initiative. In other words, this is how the bioweapons program in DARPA, part of the DOD that also made the jab, how this all links together. And when you begin to realize that these ideas that you have in Australian medicine actually link to why you guys all rolled up your sleeves and took the visor jab, then you begin to understand why Uncle Jack, know, 20, 25 years ago, everybody thought I was a crazy sob on the internet. I got news to you. It's amazing to me how less crazy I've gotten and how brilliant everybody thinks I am in the last four years because guess what? Just about everything I told people was coming, came and it happened. And right now, Uncle Jack's not just talking to Stuart. Cook on the internet. He's talking to Bukele. He's talking to Nicole Shanahan. He's talking to Bobby Kennedy. And he's talking to Donald Trump. I'm also talking to people in different states about taking this law and putting on the books. Why? Because through the lawfare that's happened with Big Pharma, we've created a big mess in the United States. And as I told you before about going into the Death Star in the Pentagon or Washington, DC, I don't believe that Trump and Bobby are going to be able to fix all the problems. Like, I know that most of you guys in the free world now are hoping that Trump and Bobby can do a lot so that that tsunami wave will come to Australia, come to UK, come to Europe and come to Canada to try to help you. I'm going to be, I'm probably going to be the bearer of bad news to you, my friend. I don't think that's going to happen. And I think Bobby is going to be hamstrung by Dr Jack Kruse (51:14.258) some of the powers that be that are linked to the bankers and Big Pharma. And we probably don't have a long enough podcast for me to explain how all these things link, but I can promise you that Big Pharma was the reason why the First Amendment was destroyed in the United States. Why? Because the money that they were able to use, were, Obama changed the law in the United States. It used to be against the law to actually have Big Pharma ads on TV. He changed that. It's called the month act and it was changed I believe in 2008. Soon as they were able to do that, what did that do? Pharma started paying for all the ads on news media and that means the news media was incentivized to tell the propaganda story of Big Pharma on there. And if they didn't, they would just defund them and not pay him. So it turns out all the news anchors and everybody on those places, they all became shills for Big Pharma. In other words, they were just like the drug dealers on the street for the Colombian drug cartel. That's exactly what happened. And this slowly happened from 2008 to 2024. So now when you put on like Fox News or ABC or NBC in United States, all you see is stuff for this drug, that drug, the other drug, you don't see like, you know, advertisements for kiddie food, because kiddie food can't pay their salaries. Okay. But Big Pharma can. And this is why I don't think you guys, you know, across the pond. Stuart Cooke (52:34.593) You Dr Jack Kruse (52:42.124) really understood how important Elon Musk was for the political process in the United States. Why? Because when he bought Twitter from Jack Dorsey, that actually, remember the first thing he did, he got rid of advertising, right? The advertisers all boycotted him. That was the biggest mistake ever because then Twitter or X, however you want to call it, became truly the town square in the United States. That's where people who were canceled under the previous regime, actually got a voice back. And unfortunately, I've told people this and I don't think you know this and probably the people in Australia do. I was one of the few doctors that weren't canceled on Twitter. Why? Because Jack Dorsey was one of my friends and one of my patients. He followed all of my stiff. Why? Because he was a big technologist. You know that he owned Twitter from the beginning and he got sick from his own tech and he came to me to get better. This is the reason why he lives now in a place with a lot of sun. and he does many of the things that Stuart, you do, and you understand the reason why, but what most of you don't understand in Australia and I think UK and Canada, and this is important for you here, this is gonna be a tough swallow for you. If you go look at the last Jason Bourne movie that was made in 2016, do you know why that Hollywood, the Harvey Weinstein and his friends made that movie? That was a direct threat. to Jack Dorsey and Mark Zuckerberg, either you're gonna play ball with us or we're gonna kill you. So guess what? Go look at the storyline. I'm telling you, I knew that. And how can I tell you that I knew? At the Bitcoin Miami event in 2021, Dorsey came to meet with some of my VIPs and told us then that he was gonna sell Twitter. Why? Because at that time he was getting called up in front of Congress all the time and they were talking about section 230 and all this and that. And he said, look, I'm done playing ball with these assholes. you look at just what happened in the United States, did you hear Jack Dorsey say anything about Kamala or Trump? No, he was totally out the mix. He washed his hands of all that. But guess what? Elon Musk knew everything directly from Dorsey. See, many people think Jack's a bad dude. He wasn't a bad dude. Remember, he's 100 % Bitcoin maxi. He's just like what I told you about Boo Kelly in the beginning of this. Dr Jack Kruse (55:07.532) He believes in freedom of money and he realized that Twitter was a bad experiment gone wrong because his board was filled with all those assholes from Silicon Valley that I told you were behind the jab. Those were all the bankers that were tied to this. Like A16Z, these guys are the worst of America. Like we create really amazing products, but you have to realize there's a dystopian side of this side of business. Stuart Cooke (55:20.185) Hmm. Dr Jack Kruse (55:37.66) And this was really why I give Elon a lot of credit, because there's a lot of things about Elon I don't like. I don't like Neuralink. I don't like Starlink. I don't like being controlled from above, because I think DARPA is going to use that technology to do that to all of us eventually. They just haven't got to that point in the game yet. But what Elon did is he gave Americans that had different ideas the opportunity to speak. And I can tell you that's the reason why the election went the way it went. I got news for you guys in Australia think that this was a landslide. I think it was even bigger than that. Why? Because we know that the Democrats did a ton of cheating and even with their cheating they couldn't overcome this because guess what? Americans are truly fed up with what went on. Like you guys think you're a little bit mad? Dude, you have no idea how pissed off. people are here because we understand the scale. And most people are waking up to the stuff that I shared with you here about SV40 and the DNA plasmids and the 60 billion per shot. Dude, that's not even why Trump really won. He won because of all the shit with inflation, the open borders, and the global socialism that the people who are behind the jab, the people in the Department of Defense, they're all in cahoots with each other. That's the stuff that you're dealing with right now with the world economic forum and the people that are in charge in Australia. All of these people got their marching orders from King Charles. Remember, King Charles has been, when he was the prince, he was up Klaus Schwab's ass from almost 50 years ago. And who was their best friend in the United States? Henry Kissinger. He's another guy that's tied to the Council of Foreign Relations. How far does this go back? mean, look, you're a UK guy. You remember the whole story about the Pilgrim Society and the Rhodes Scholars. This all was stuff that came out after Queen Victoria died and the new monarch came in, which was King George, who was Queen Elizabeth's grandfather. His brother, you know this story very well. His brother, Edward VIII, abdicated because everybody wanted to talk about Wallace Simpson. No, he abdicated because the royal family Dr Jack Kruse (58:02.156) was part of propping up Hitler with their bankers, the Rothschilds. And we now know that. It's very obvious. And that's the reason why the king really had to step down. It got so bad in World War I that the king had to change their name from Saxe, Coburn, Gotha to Windsor. They took it off a castle. Wasn't even, you know, didn't even think about it good. And why did they do that? They had to do that because one of the guys from Russia, who took over their land, shot and killed the Romanovs, which was the cousin of the king in England, also the cousin of Wilhelm in Germany. Well, they didn't plan on that. They didn't plan on killing him. But we now know that the Rothschild bankers at the time were the ones with the king that wanted the Romanovs put in jail in Siberia. Why? Because people always forget this. This Bolshevik revolution happens in the middle of World War I. It's the craziest thing ever that you can have a revolution in a royal family and they were worried. But it turned out one of the guys of the three in Russia, that's Trotsky. Trotsky is the one that made the decision to kill the Romanovs. Guess what? Lenin and Stalin didn't want that to happen. They knew that that was going to create a huge problem down the road. When you think about this as a Briton now, now I'm talking to you as a Brit and not as an Australian. Remember what the British Empire is all about. They're all about that imperialism and you are part of the Commonwealth. Well, in one stroke, you lost Russia. You lost the United States in 1774. So what was really World War II all about? It was about setting up a bad deal for the Germans in the Treaty of Versailles so you can guarantee a second world war. That's really what happens. Why? Because the king wanted to bring the United States and Russia back into a war so they could regain a loyal title. And let me just tell you something. There's one thing you're going to learn about the royal family from this midfit who came from you in England, is that the royal family and their bankers Dr Jack Kruse (01:00:23.82) have screwed up the 20th and 21st century more than you can ever imagine. Most of the things that we're all dealing with now are because they want to recapture the lands that they lost and bring them back under British rule. And it turns out the one thing they've done, they've infiltrated a lot of the United States government with people who are still loyal. That's what the Council of Foreign Relations is. And who is the main group in the United States that the Royal Family and the Rothschilds partner with. It's the Rockefellers. Rockefellers were richer than the Rothschilds and the Royal Family. So guess what? They brought them in. And then, magically, we got the Council of Foreign Relations. They're tied to Tavistock. They're tied to the Committee of 300. You got this whole story. And then, magically, we get the Federal Reserve, which is basically all of the families that were in Europe, now the big ones in the United States, who are also all ex-Britain. Now they're all in bed together and go, hey, let's start this process in the United States to see if we can get back to the Middle Ages where everybody's on a feudal plantation and they're working for us and they're happy about it. That's just the marketing slogan that changed from the 1920s to 1973 and 71 when Kissinger and Schwab start the world economic forum. The process for the last 50 years, slow incremental changes to get us back. to the one world government idea. That's all the stuff that we're talking about, all the health stuff, all the COVID stuff. That is the true metastatic cancer that sits at the base of this shit sandwich. Stuart Cooke (01:02:13.032) I think you're like the modern day magnum PI on steroids. What is it we don't know? Dr Jack Kruse (01:02:18.956) Well, just think, well, Stuart, this is what I will say to you, and hopefully this resonates with you and resonates with the audience. There's two type of people in the world, those that believe the government and then those that know the history. And it turns out when you know the history, you have to have one caveat. The victors write the history books, but it turns out the real history is still discoverable if you know what rocks to look under. And when Stuart Cooke (01:02:46.328) Yeah. Dr Jack Kruse (01:02:48.286) I started this whole process because people have asked me, how did you figure a lot of this stuff out? Well, it turned out my mentor in this whole thing, which is Robert O. Becker, who's a doctor in the United States who was canceled by the Industrial Military Complex over the effect of non-native EMF. Turned out when I saw how he was canceled, it was tied to the same story. And when he got canceled in 1977, I met with him in 2007. He had 30 years to figure out who really did him wrong. And let me tell you something, if you think Uncle Jack is salty, you should have met this cat. He was truly pissed off. This guy was twice nominated for the Nobel Prize. So when I sat down with him and we shared notes, he casually warned me. He said, don't do anything crazy like I did and go on 60 minutes and try to tell the world the truth. because the world will never believe the truth because they're in a propaganda of lies. And those lies were set up by the architects that I just told you about, the bankers, Big Pharma, all the corporations, all the people that BlackRock own in the United States, those are all the people that you guys are affected by too. BlackRock affects Australia, UK, everybody else. And the idea of BlackRock... is you only have to have 5 % ownership in a company. Everybody else has fractional ownership. So effectively, this is the same idea that the Rothschilds used in 1812 at the Battle of Waterloo when they took over the banking situation. You they had better information than anything else. You don't have to own a company 100 % or 51 % to control it. If you control the finances, you control the country. And that's actually what Thomas Jefferson warned. are people about in 1774. This is the reason why Thomas Jefferson was absolutely adamant that the Bank of England was filled with a bunch of criminals. And he was right. I mean, I hate to tell you this, but this problem has now persisted on for 250 years in United States. And I would love to tell you that we were smarter than the Britons, but we weren't. We use their system. And now the system is so broken. Dr Jack Kruse (01:05:09.622) and it's so slated to them, they're going, they think we're complete idiots. So they're trying to, you know, completely go back to the way it used to be. And that makes King Charles very happy. Makes the Rothschilds happy, makes the Rockefellers happy. Why? Because they're able to recapture everything. If they can get the United States, they believe they can eventually get Russia back. That should make you realize truly what's going on with NATO, the Ukraine and Putin right now. It completely gives you a different spin on things when you look at what's happened in European, you know, world history here lately. And I just want to be the guy to tell you that I think if you focus on the history here, you'll understand more of the biology and why decentralized medicine is really important for you to follow from this point forward. Like the story that you told me about the digital ID. I really appreciate it because it definitely ties into the story. I think every resident of the UK, every resident of Australia needs to follow your model. think what you said and that you weren't going to comply with this level of intrusion and surveillance is absolutely it. mean, look, we got a guy in the United States right now, Edward Snowden, who warned us about this and he's sitting in in Russia being protected. If you don't think that this story resonates with people in the United States, you're crazy. And look, you guys have a guy that just got out of jail for WikiLeaks. And you forget what WikiLeaks was about. It was about turning all the state's evidence through WikiLeaks of all these connections that I'm telling you about now. And the crazy thing is they treated D platform, right? Through the bank. They got rid of his bank accounts through the Bank of England and all the banks in Australia. Stuart Cooke (01:06:37.123) Yeah. Stuart Cooke (01:07:03.097) Hmm. Dr Jack Kruse (01:07:06.808) So what did he do to continue to do it? He used Bitcoin. Bitcoin actually allowed us to realize that John Podesta, the Clintons, Jeffrey Epstein, all these people were all linked together. This is how a lot of this story started to come out, Stuart, so that the regular folk on the people in Main Street could start talking about it on Twitter. That people like Matt Taibbi, you know, dropped the Twitter files and everybody in the world was like, holy shit, Snowden was right. You know. Julian Assange was right. Like this is no more, this is not a mystery Stuart. You know what the mystery is? Is that people all over the world are too busy watching Netflix, rugby games, soccer games, and doing Circus Maximus. It's the same story that we were told in Plato's Allegory of the Cave, that even when the slave is shown the truth, they're like, I'm gonna go back in the cave, just put my cuffs back on and I'm good. Most of you probably won't like to hear, Stuart Cooke (01:08:02.956) Yeah Dr Jack Kruse (01:08:06.038) of just how much disdain I have for you. But that's the truth. I told the people the same thing in the United States before the election. I said, if you vote for Kamala Harris, you are the slave that's going back in the cave. And I'm not telling you that Trump's any prize package, but he's got less warts than the other person. And I think it's going to take a while for us to really get rid of this metastatic cancer. Organ by organ, we have to change it. But I'm hoping by doing a podcast like this with you, Stuart Cooke (01:08:17.401) Hmm. Stuart Cooke (01:08:23.501) Yeah. Dr Jack Kruse (01:08:36.29) that you can really understand how decentralized finance and decentralized health are linked together. This story is just like the medical caduceus that you look at. The two snakes are intertwined. And it's our job as the patient not to comply with fiat money, with bullshit CBDCs, when any kind of things are controlled, whether it's the internet company or your bank. Take all your money out of the bank. Don't leave it in the bank. And I would tell everybody, I think

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Jack can't resist his neighbor's daughter and her friend.  by writemarksmith. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories."Jack, I think it's so sweet you are taking the girls out."My pretty neighbor Amy was at my place, complimenting me for my plans to take her gorgeous daughter Tina and Tina's hot friend Sophia out for dinner. I felt guilty and anxious, but my cock twitched thinking about it."It will be good to get you out of the house and they will love that Italian spot you chose. I'd join you if I didn't have go see my mom in Austin."Amy's face became mischievous and she reached over to stroke my leg. Her hand moved softly up along my skin towards the top of my shorts. My cock twitched again and I suspected she noticed."You do need to start going on real dates though Jack. In the meantime, I am just next door if you need some; inspiration."Amy had 'inspired' me previously by encouraging me to jack off while looking at her bare tits. I hadn't taken her up on her rather open invitation to repeat in part because I was getting so much inspiration from her daughter and Sophia. I stammered and Amy finally left me alone to think about the evening ahead.I spent almost an hour deciding what to wear. This was completely out of the ordinary for me, but I vacillated from trying to look 'cool' and young with not wanting to look like I was trying to hard with being disgusted with myself for lusting after these two girls less than half my age. I ended up wearing an all black outfit, black pants and shirt and a black jacket. I looked sharp and felt like I would be in control wearing this.I sat in the outfit alone for about an hour before the girls were supposed to come over so I could drive them to the restaurant. I felt like a boy waiting anxiously for his prom date. I shuddered when I realized that my prom was over 20 years ago, but the two girls had theirs just a couple of months ago.I finally heard the girls giggling as they walked up to he door. I waited a few seconds before answering their knock, not wanting to seem too anxious.Tina looked stunning in a white sundress with a flower pattern. She looked like an H&M model with her long legs were displayed proudly. Tina kissed me on the cheek, "Hi Uncle Jack. Don't you look sharp!"I found myself tongue tied before I said anything at all and suddenly saw Sophia in front of me. I looked down quickly and saw she was much less dressed up, wearing no make-up, a tight t-shirt and jeans. She looked so sexy with no effort at all, I thought as she leaned against me and kissed my cheek. I could feel she was not wearing a bra and my cock started to swell."Hi Jack" she cooed with a smirk. The last time I had seen Sofia she had me on my knees, jacking off as I kissed her ass. We had agreed she should call me 'Mr. Brown' and I suddenly became nervous she may have told Tina about her visit."Err, well; um; let's go?" I suggested.The two girls giggled and I wondered if it was obvious to both of them how nervous I was. Certainly Sophia knew she could wrap me around her finger, but I hoped to keep my dignity with Tina. Tina sat in front with me on the way there and I got hard just looking at her bare long legs. It looked like she had oiled them they were so smooth.When we arrived it seemed that everyone in the restaurant turned to see me and these two beautiful young girls. I felt embarrassed; but also; proud. Tina seemed very comfortable in the nice setting but Sophia seemed impressed.I ordered a nice bottle of wine at Tina's suggestion. I knew the girls were too young, but I needed a drink and certainly didn't want it to be awkward. We were already on or second bottle before the food came. Tina was doing much of the talking, seeming even more vivacious with some alcohol in her. She told us several stories about her swim team. The stories culminated in one where she and a female friend on the team sabotaged the other team while at a swim meet in another town. The two of them targeted the other team's star, flirted aggressively with him, and ended up giving him a two girl hand job just hours before the competition. He didn't come close to his normal times and Tina's school won easily.I choked a little when she got to the dirtiest parts but Tina just giggled and continued. I wasn't sure what was appropriate, after all we were all adults. Sophia was much quieter, but any time I looked at her she had a subtle smirk and looked right into me with her big brown eyes. I was looking at her full lips and flushed cheeks when Tina blurted out,"So what do you do for sex now that you're back Uncle Jack?"I coughed, genuinely taken aback and started to try to answer,"Well, I'm not; I mean; "Tina laughed and Sophia giggled. Sophia, who had not been joining in Tina's risque talk, suggested,"I guess you have to jack off a lot now?"I thought of how she had me jack myself off while my face was buried in her ass and blushed brightly."Oh Sophia!" Tina said in mock horror, chuckling. Tina left for the restroom and I was about to reprimand Sophia when I felt her bare foot run along my thigh, then push against my cock. It was already hard from the conversation and she giggled. '"You think you can wait until you get home?" she taunted.She started to wiggle her toes, stroking my cock casually while she licked her dessert spoon. I was mesmerized by how sexy she was and how good she was making me feel. I didn't even notice Tina returning until she took her seat beside Sophia, who still had her foot on me. I tried to look cool, but could feet a little sweat on my forehead. I was sure she must have seen me looking desperately at her friend.Sophia spoke again, "Jack, I bet you have some weed at your place?"She knew I did, she had left some there. I assumed she wanted me to say yes but I was thinking through the implications of the two of them came to my place to smoke. I felt like she had all the power over me through her little toes."Yes; I; ""Goodie!" she exclaimed and she motioned for the waiter to bring us the check.After I paid I ordered an uber to take us back, having had too much wine to drive. I noted that Amy's car was gone, confirming she had indeed stayed in Austin for the night. The girls sat by the pool as I got the weed and Sophia rolled us a joint. I felt a little exposed being outside with the girls. Even though I knew Tina's parents were both away, it felt wrong, but after a few tokes, I was more relaxed. I took the spliff from Tina but my mellow spirit was interrupted when she loudly exclaimed that we all needed to get in the pool. I was too comfortable and drunk to even get up, but watched the two young girls proceed to prepare for a swim. Tina was first. Already barefoot, she took off her white dress and seemed completely comfortable standing beside me wearing just a white bra and thong. Sophia followed her friend's lead, pulling down her jeans and giving me a great view of her perfect plump ass covered only by small black panties. She then pulled off her t-shirt showing even more of her copper skin, as well as her two succulent breasts. I had never seen her tits before and had to get a good look even though I was sure Tina would notice.I was rock hard so of course had to refuse their invitations to strip down and join them. The two of them surrounding me and pulling at me only got me more excited but they finally gave up and jumped in. I watched the two of them frolic in the pool and splash each other. Tina splashed me, and when I protested the two of them tossed water at me. When they came out my hard cock twitched. They were like two young goddesses, one tall, white and Nordic, the other dark, sultry and curvy. I could not resist staring as they approached me and dried themselves off.Tina giggled and suddenly sat in my lap, still very wet. Her pink nipples were completely visible through her wet bra and"You remember I used to sit in your lap Uncle Jack?" she said, her words slurring from all the wine."I; yes; um;" I was unsure where to put my hands, though I wanted desperately to stroke her leg. I thought about her mother stroking my leg earlier.Tina giggled as she wiggled her ass back and forth. "I don't remember you lap having this 'bump' though!"I was mortified and felt the heat rising in my face, but my cock pushed proudly against her ass cheeks. Tina's phone rang and she reached over for it. It was her boyfriend."Yeah; just hanging out with Sophia" she said then stifled a giggle as she wriggled her ass on my cock again."Sure, pick us up in 10. Bye!"Tina told Sophia the plans she had made, all the while sitting on my lap. She then turned to me, "Thanks again for dinner Uncle Jack." She seemed to say 'uncle' with mockery. "Hope we can do it again soon!"Tina kissed me on the cheek, gave me one last push of her ass against my hard cock and got up. Sophia came to me and kissed me quickly on the lips. "Bye Mr. Brown!" she laughed. She then whispered, "Leave the back door open"My head was spinning as I watched the two of them run next door, still almost naked. My eyes were especially fixated on Sophia's ass swaying as she ran off. I could barely believe I had just had two hot girls, barely dressed playing with me in my backyard.I shook my head and reminded myself that they were only 18. Just girls. I had known Tina since she really was a girl. I knew I had to stop the temptations, but right now I told myself I had to take care of my raging hard-on. I went upstairs and had an idea before I went to my room. I went to the window in the guest room that looked into Tina's bedroom and saw the two girl's changing. They were still laughing, Tina had changed her panties but was topless. Her perky tits showed off small pink nipples. Sophia had hear jeans back on, and was taking off a shirt I guessed Sophia had given her that was too small. I took out my cock and started to stroke it. I felt like a pervert, but I decided to go with it. I imagined the girls had come up to my room and I was kissing Sophia's ass while Tina was sucking my cock. I came before Tina got her jeans buttoned up then watched them scramble and leave as the boys pulled up the driveway.Sated, I went to my bedroom, took off my pants and decided to lie down for a moment. I was not used to weed and it had a big impact after all that wine. I quickly fell to a deep sleep, but was woken hours later by a stroke on my face and a sweet voice."Jack; Jack."I opened my eyes and saw Sophia's big brown eyes looking into mine. She smirked down at me."Have you been dreaming about my sweet ass?" she asked in a sing-song voice.Half awake I murmured, "I have."Sophia giggled. I watched her strip off her t shirt, her tits just above me, but when I raised my head to suck them she slapped me playfully."No no, those are not for you." she scolded. "You know what you want."Sophia turned and pointed to her ass through her jeans. I nodded dumbly."Ask me nicely." she said then before I could answer added, "Beg."Well of course I begged. I pleaded with her, telling her truthfully I had never seen as ass as perfect as hers, how I had been fantasizing about kissing it again.Finally Sophia giggled, then unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down with her panties. For the first time I saw her completely nude and she looked so sexy. Once again I started to get up but she pushed me back down and climbed on the bed."Uh uh; you just sit back and do your job."I watched this 18 year old beauty climbed on to the bed beside me. I stroked her leg, hoping she would not slap me away. Sophia turned away from me then straddled my chest, and raised her gorgeous ass just over my face. I cranked my neck to kiss it gratefully over and over again while she giggled then she lowered it slowly until my face was smothered under her big ass cheeks. I kept kissing then felt her lower my boxers."Jack off for me while you lick my asshole." she said.I was so turned on at that moment. My hand grabbed my rock hard cock and I started to lick her ass crack."Deeper!" she said, swatting my cock playfully. I plunged my tongue deep into her asshole then started to poke it in and out. She started to moan, louder and louder, until I wondered if Tina might hear all the way in the house next door."Umm, Fuck!; Hmm"She was now bouncing her ass up and down on my face. I could feel her wetness on my chin. She was using me and I loved it."Cum for me Jack; cum for me with your tongue inside me!"I would have cum already if I hadn't just jacked off. I could feel I wasn't going to last much longer."Tell me you'd rather have your tongue in my ass than fuck Tina!" she commanded. I confirmed with a voice completely muffled by her ass cheeks but she seemed pleased. I felt my balls tighten and started to spurt all over my hand. I stroked out every drop, while continuing to tongue young Sophia's asshole. Finally she climbed off of me and I immediately missed her warmth and intimacy."Who knew you'd be such a good plaything Jack?" she asked rhetorically. One of the boys tonight was desperate to fuck me, but I kept thinking how nice it would be to have you tongue my ass with no expectations.I wasn't sure what to say. Sophia got dressed while I lay there then slapped my face softly and kissed my lips."Don't forget what you told me Jack." she whispered before she left me there, wondering how life got so confused and I got so lucky.Teenaged Tina pushes her teasing even further.My beautiful young neighbor Tina was on my mind before I heard her. I was sitting in my backyard by the pool late at night with the lights off. I had a Jack and Coke in my hand and I was thinking about how I had let things get so out of control.Then, almost as if summoned, I heard Tina as she opened the gate; shushing someone and giggling. She was with a boy, tall and fit and as they stumbled into my backyard it was clear they had been drinking. Neither of them saw me sitting on the patio in the dark as they stripped out of their clothes and jumped in the pool. It happened so fast that I never found a way to interrupt. Truth be told my throat seemed to close when I saw Tina strip, then saw her completely bare for the first time. Tina had a gorgeous tight young body. I saw her pretty pink nipples, her shaved young pussy and as she jumped into the pool her toned ass, which her boyfriend was now exploring as he pulled her close in the water. As I watched them make out in the water, I was hardening quickly."Umm; hi!" I managed to say.The boy jumped, but Tina seemed rather unfazed, almost as if she expected I might be there.I turned away when Tina got out of the pool, but managed to catch a glance of her toned young, nude body. She giggled as she got a towel and wrapped herself in it while her boyfriend put on his pants as he apologized."Uncle Jack this is my friend Bobby", Tina said with a smile. "Hope we didn't bother you Jack; we just came over for a quick swim."Bobby shook my hand looking sheepish. Tina didn't seem contrite at all, and it was evident she was feeling no pain. My cock stiffened as she walked over in her towel and stood above me."I used to come her all the time as a child." she said, presumably talking to Bobby but looking me right in the eyes. "I would swim for hours and sit in Jack's lap."With that she plopped herself on my lap, It was evident she could feel I was hard as she wriggled her ass crack along it with more giggles. It was all I could do not to feel her bare legs that were inches from my hands; to bury my face in her tits."I feel bad you don't get any action." Tina said with a glint in her eye that suggested she didn't feel bad at all. I could smell sweet liquor on her breath. "I bet it's really; 'hard' for you."She was just grinding a little now but her teasing had me ready to cum in my pants like a teenager.Tina looked up at her boyfriend who was bare chested in shorts. "Umm; I bet, since you don't have anyone; you'd like to; watch?"Having had a few drinks myself, and being extremely distracted by the barely clothed teenager pushing herself into my cock. I was a little foggy on what she was suggesting. Realizing she might be expecting an answer I smiled a little and tried to catch up but Tina was way ahead of me."Yes; let's do that for him Bobby. Not nice just to use his pool and run."Bobby seemed to track with her as he put his hand and gallantly helped her out of my lap. I immediately missed her warmth, but things moved quickly and I watched Bobby pull her close and start making out with her right in front of me. Soon his big hands were reaching under her towel, groping her now exposed ass cheeks while I watched. I said nothing, barely moving. I knew it was wrong, that it was all too pervy, for me to just sit there and watch my teenage neighbor; to watch as her boyfriend's fingers disappeared under the towel, evidently pushing into her and making her moan in pleasure.When Tina's towel dropped my heart was racing and I was rock hard. I was all in now, I couldn't help myself. Tina looked like a model, but a model who was right in front of me, naked and ready to be taken. Sure it was her boyfriend she wanted to take her, but my cock was ready nonetheless. I could see he had two fingers deep in her pussy. She seemed to be completely lost in how he was making her feel, but then she turned to me and said, "Why don't you go ahead and jack off Uncle Jack?"It seemed too much for me. I had never been in any threesome, much less a male-male-female. I couldn't just whip out my cock and;Bobby had no such hesitation and was presently pulling his impressive cock out as he lowered his pants. Tina turned to me and put one hand on each arm of my chair, bending forward so she was looking me right in my eyes. I could see her pert tits hanging, could see her raise her bare ass for Bobby.Suddenly Tina jerked forward as Bobby pushed himself into her. Instinctively I went to kiss her lips which were just before me, but she jerked back almost as quickly, then back into my face. At first Tina had her eyes closed, losing herself in her slutty tryst, but she was now focused on me, a smirk on her pretty face as her boyfriend railed her."Jack off for me." she whispered and she reached down to give me hard cock a squeeze for emphasis.I couldn't resist. I pulled out my cock as she continued to get railed. It was humiliating to just sit there stroking my cock while a girl I desperately wanted was right there; nude and horny; but getting fucked hard by another man;  Tina giggled a little between her moans and she watched me. I so wanted her to suck my cock, but instead she briefly put her hand under her chin, making sure I looked her right in her blue eyes when she teased,"Tell me how much you fantasize about me."Somehow I needed to tell her. I spilled it out as she moaned and begged for Bobby to fuck her harder."I have Tina; you are so beautiful I can't help it; .I have jacked off to you so; " I felt myself tighten and knew I would cum very soon. "I; thank you; you; ." I started to shoot. Some of my cum shot up to her tits. Tina smirked as she saw but she was also bucking her ass into Bobby, taking him deeper and making sure he would also cum.When Bobby was finished with her he pulled out and Tina collapsed back into my lap. I held her gratefully, stroking her leg and feeling her breathe heavily. Her face looked almost innocent, but them I looked at the sweat and cum on her chest. She shifted a little in my lap and I felt my cock stir just a little.Tina kissed my cheek sweetly and put her head on my shoulder, "We can keep this our little secret Uncle Jack."by writemarksmith for Literotica.

Jack can't resist his neighbor's daughter and her friend.  by writemarksmith. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories."Jack, I think it's so sweet you are taking the girls out."My pretty neighbor Amy was at my place, complimenting me for my plans to take her gorgeous daughter Tina and Tina's hot friend Sophia out for dinner. I felt guilty and anxious, but my cock twitched thinking about it."It will be good to get you out of the house and they will love that Italian spot you chose. I'd join you if I didn't have go see my mom in Austin."Amy's face became mischievous and she reached over to stroke my leg. Her hand moved softly up along my skin towards the top of my shorts. My cock twitched again and I suspected she noticed."You do need to start going on real dates though Jack. In the meantime, I am just next door if you need some; inspiration."Amy had 'inspired' me previously by encouraging me to jack off while looking at her bare tits. I hadn't taken her up on her rather open invitation to repeat in part because I was getting so much inspiration from her daughter and Sophia. I stammered and Amy finally left me alone to think about the evening ahead.I spent almost an hour deciding what to wear. This was completely out of the ordinary for me, but I vacillated from trying to look 'cool' and young with not wanting to look like I was trying to hard with being disgusted with myself for lusting after these two girls less than half my age. I ended up wearing an all black outfit, black pants and shirt and a black jacket. I looked sharp and felt like I would be in control wearing this.I sat in the outfit alone for about an hour before the girls were supposed to come over so I could drive them to the restaurant. I felt like a boy waiting anxiously for his prom date. I shuddered when I realized that my prom was over 20 years ago, but the two girls had theirs just a couple of months ago.I finally heard the girls giggling as they walked up to he door. I waited a few seconds before answering their knock, not wanting to seem too anxious.Tina looked stunning in a white sundress with a flower pattern. She looked like an H&M model with her long legs were displayed proudly. Tina kissed me on the cheek, "Hi Uncle Jack. Don't you look sharp!"I found myself tongue tied before I said anything at all and suddenly saw Sophia in front of me. I looked down quickly and saw she was much less dressed up, wearing no make-up, a tight t-shirt and jeans. She looked so sexy with no effort at all, I thought as she leaned against me and kissed my cheek. I could feel she was not wearing a bra and my cock started to swell."Hi Jack" she cooed with a smirk. The last time I had seen Sofia she had me on my knees, jacking off as I kissed her ass. We had agreed she should call me 'Mr. Brown' and I suddenly became nervous she may have told Tina about her visit."Err, well; um; let's go?" I suggested.The two girls giggled and I wondered if it was obvious to both of them how nervous I was. Certainly Sophia knew she could wrap me around her finger, but I hoped to keep my dignity with Tina. Tina sat in front with me on the way there and I got hard just looking at her bare long legs. It looked like she had oiled them they were so smooth.When we arrived it seemed that everyone in the restaurant turned to see me and these two beautiful young girls. I felt embarrassed; but also; proud. Tina seemed very comfortable in the nice setting but Sophia seemed impressed.I ordered a nice bottle of wine at Tina's suggestion. I knew the girls were too young, but I needed a drink and certainly didn't want it to be awkward. We were already on or second bottle before the food came. Tina was doing much of the talking, seeming even more vivacious with some alcohol in her. She told us several stories about her swim team. The stories culminated in one where she and a female friend on the team sabotaged the other team while at a swim meet in another town. The two of them targeted the other team's star, flirted aggressively with him, and ended up giving him a two girl hand job just hours before the competition. He didn't come close to his normal times and Tina's school won easily.I choked a little when she got to the dirtiest parts but Tina just giggled and continued. I wasn't sure what was appropriate, after all we were all adults. Sophia was much quieter, but any time I looked at her she had a subtle smirk and looked right into me with her big brown eyes. I was looking at her full lips and flushed cheeks when Tina blurted out,"So what do you do for sex now that you're back Uncle Jack?"I coughed, genuinely taken aback and started to try to answer,"Well, I'm not; I mean; "Tina laughed and Sophia giggled. Sophia, who had not been joining in Tina's risque talk, suggested,"I guess you have to jack off a lot now?"I thought of how she had me jack myself off while my face was buried in her ass and blushed brightly."Oh Sophia!" Tina said in mock horror, chuckling. Tina left for the restroom and I was about to reprimand Sophia when I felt her bare foot run along my thigh, then push against my cock. It was already hard from the conversation and she giggled. '"You think you can wait until you get home?" she taunted.She started to wiggle her toes, stroking my cock casually while she licked her dessert spoon. I was mesmerized by how sexy she was and how good she was making me feel. I didn't even notice Tina returning until she took her seat beside Sophia, who still had her foot on me. I tried to look cool, but could feet a little sweat on my forehead. I was sure she must have seen me looking desperately at her friend.Sophia spoke again, "Jack, I bet you have some weed at your place?"She knew I did, she had left some there. I assumed she wanted me to say yes but I was thinking through the implications of the two of them came to my place to smoke. I felt like she had all the power over me through her little toes."Yes; I; ""Goodie!" she exclaimed and she motioned for the waiter to bring us the check.After I paid I ordered an uber to take us back, having had too much wine to drive. I noted that Amy's car was gone, confirming she had indeed stayed in Austin for the night. The girls sat by the pool as I got the weed and Sophia rolled us a joint. I felt a little exposed being outside with the girls. Even though I knew Tina's parents were both away, it felt wrong, but after a few tokes, I was more relaxed. I took the spliff from Tina but my mellow spirit was interrupted when she loudly exclaimed that we all needed to get in the pool. I was too comfortable and drunk to even get up, but watched the two young girls proceed to prepare for a swim. Tina was first. Already barefoot, she took off her white dress and seemed completely comfortable standing beside me wearing just a white bra and thong. Sophia followed her friend's lead, pulling down her jeans and giving me a great view of her perfect plump ass covered only by small black panties. She then pulled off her t-shirt showing even more of her copper skin, as well as her two succulent breasts. I had never seen her tits before and had to get a good look even though I was sure Tina would notice.I was rock hard so of course had to refuse their invitations to strip down and join them. The two of them surrounding me and pulling at me only got me more excited but they finally gave up and jumped in. I watched the two of them frolic in the pool and splash each other. Tina splashed me, and when I protested the two of them tossed water at me. When they came out my hard cock twitched. They were like two young goddesses, one tall, white and Nordic, the other dark, sultry and curvy. I could not resist staring as they approached me and dried themselves off.Tina giggled and suddenly sat in my lap, still very wet. Her pink nipples were completely visible through her wet bra and"You remember I used to sit in your lap Uncle Jack?" she said, her words slurring from all the wine."I; yes; um;" I was unsure where to put my hands, though I wanted desperately to stroke her leg. I thought about her mother stroking my leg earlier.Tina giggled as she wiggled her ass back and forth. "I don't remember you lap having this 'bump' though!"I was mortified and felt the heat rising in my face, but my cock pushed proudly against her ass cheeks. Tina's phone rang and she reached over for it. It was her boyfriend."Yeah; just hanging out with Sophia" she said then stifled a giggle as she wriggled her ass on my cock again."Sure, pick us up in 10. Bye!"Tina told Sophia the plans she had made, all the while sitting on my lap. She then turned to me, "Thanks again for dinner Uncle Jack." She seemed to say 'uncle' with mockery. "Hope we can do it again soon!"Tina kissed me on the cheek, gave me one last push of her ass against my hard cock and got up. Sophia came to me and kissed me quickly on the lips. "Bye Mr. Brown!" she laughed. She then whispered, "Leave the back door open"My head was spinning as I watched the two of them run next door, still almost naked. My eyes were especially fixated on Sophia's ass swaying as she ran off. I could barely believe I had just had two hot girls, barely dressed playing with me in my backyard.I shook my head and reminded myself that they were only 18. Just girls. I had known Tina since she really was a girl. I knew I had to stop the temptations, but right now I told myself I had to take care of my raging hard-on. I went upstairs and had an idea before I went to my room. I went to the window in the guest room that looked into Tina's bedroom and saw the two girl's changing. They were still laughing, Tina had changed her panties but was topless. Her perky tits showed off small pink nipples. Sophia had hear jeans back on, and was taking off a shirt I guessed Sophia had given her that was too small. I took out my cock and started to stroke it. I felt like a pervert, but I decided to go with it. I imagined the girls had come up to my room and I was kissing Sophia's ass while Tina was sucking my cock. I came before Tina got her jeans buttoned up then watched them scramble and leave as the boys pulled up the driveway.Sated, I went to my bedroom, took off my pants and decided to lie down for a moment. I was not used to weed and it had a big impact after all that wine. I quickly fell to a deep sleep, but was woken hours later by a stroke on my face and a sweet voice."Jack; Jack."I opened my eyes and saw Sophia's big brown eyes looking into mine. She smirked down at me."Have you been dreaming about my sweet ass?" she asked in a sing-song voice.Half awake I murmured, "I have."Sophia giggled. I watched her strip off her t shirt, her tits just above me, but when I raised my head to suck them she slapped me playfully."No no, those are not for you." she scolded. "You know what you want."Sophia turned and pointed to her ass through her jeans. I nodded dumbly."Ask me nicely." she said then before I could answer added, "Beg."Well of course I begged. I pleaded with her, telling her truthfully I had never seen as ass as perfect as hers, how I had been fantasizing about kissing it again.Finally Sophia giggled, then unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down with her panties. For the first time I saw her completely nude and she looked so sexy. Once again I started to get up but she pushed me back down and climbed on the bed."Uh uh; you just sit back and do your job."I watched this 18 year old beauty climbed on to the bed beside me. I stroked her leg, hoping she would not slap me away. Sophia turned away from me then straddled my chest, and raised her gorgeous ass just over my face. I cranked my neck to kiss it gratefully over and over again while she giggled then she lowered it slowly until my face was smothered under her big ass cheeks. I kept kissing then felt her lower my boxers."Jack off for me while you lick my asshole." she said.I was so turned on at that moment. My hand grabbed my rock hard cock and I started to lick her ass crack."Deeper!" she said, swatting my cock playfully. I plunged my tongue deep into her asshole then started to poke it in and out. She started to moan, louder and louder, until I wondered if Tina might hear all the way in the house next door."Umm, Fuck!; Hmm"She was now bouncing her ass up and down on my face. I could feel her wetness on my chin. She was using me and I loved it."Cum for me Jack; cum for me with your tongue inside me!"I would have cum already if I hadn't just jacked off. I could feel I wasn't going to last much longer."Tell me you'd rather have your tongue in my ass than fuck Tina!" she commanded. I confirmed with a voice completely muffled by her ass cheeks but she seemed pleased. I felt my balls tighten and started to spurt all over my hand. I stroked out every drop, while continuing to tongue young Sophia's asshole. Finally she climbed off of me and I immediately missed her warmth and intimacy."Who knew you'd be such a good plaything Jack?" she asked rhetorically. One of the boys tonight was desperate to fuck me, but I kept thinking how nice it would be to have you tongue my ass with no expectations.I wasn't sure what to say. Sophia got dressed while I lay there then slapped my face softly and kissed my lips."Don't forget what you told me Jack." she whispered before she left me there, wondering how life got so confused and I got so lucky.Teenaged Tina pushes her teasing even further.My beautiful young neighbor Tina was on my mind before I heard her. I was sitting in my backyard by the pool late at night with the lights off. I had a Jack and Coke in my hand and I was thinking about how I had let things get so out of control.Then, almost as if summoned, I heard Tina as she opened the gate; shushing someone and giggling. She was with a boy, tall and fit and as they stumbled into my backyard it was clear they had been drinking. Neither of them saw me sitting on the patio in the dark as they stripped out of their clothes and jumped in the pool. It happened so fast that I never found a way to interrupt. Truth be told my throat seemed to close when I saw Tina strip, then saw her completely bare for the first time. Tina had a gorgeous tight young body. I saw her pretty pink nipples, her shaved young pussy and as she jumped into the pool her toned ass, which her boyfriend was now exploring as he pulled her close in the water. As I watched them make out in the water, I was hardening quickly."Umm; hi!" I managed to say.The boy jumped, but Tina seemed rather unfazed, almost as if she expected I might be there.I turned away when Tina got out of the pool, but managed to catch a glance of her toned young, nude body. She giggled as she got a towel and wrapped herself in it while her boyfriend put on his pants as he apologized."Uncle Jack this is my friend Bobby", Tina said with a smile. "Hope we didn't bother you Jack; we just came over for a quick swim."Bobby shook my hand looking sheepish. Tina didn't seem contrite at all, and it was evident she was feeling no pain. My cock stiffened as she walked over in her towel and stood above me."I used to come her all the time as a child." she said, presumably talking to Bobby but looking me right in the eyes. "I would swim for hours and sit in Jack's lap."With that she plopped herself on my lap, It was evident she could feel I was hard as she wriggled her ass crack along it with more giggles. It was all I could do not to feel her bare legs that were inches from my hands; to bury my face in her tits."I feel bad you don't get any action." Tina said with a glint in her eye that suggested she didn't feel bad at all. I could smell sweet liquor on her breath. "I bet it's really; 'hard' for you."She was just grinding a little now but her teasing had me ready to cum in my pants like a teenager.Tina looked up at her boyfriend who was bare chested in shorts. "Umm; I bet, since you don't have anyone; you'd like to; watch?"Having had a few drinks myself, and being extremely distracted by the barely clothed teenager pushing herself into my cock. I was a little foggy on what she was suggesting. Realizing she might be expecting an answer I smiled a little and tried to catch up but Tina was way ahead of me."Yes; let's do that for him Bobby. Not nice just to use his pool and run."Bobby seemed to track with her as he put his hand and gallantly helped her out of my lap. I immediately missed her warmth, but things moved quickly and I watched Bobby pull her close and start making out with her right in front of me. Soon his big hands were reaching under her towel, groping her now exposed ass cheeks while I watched. I said nothing, barely moving. I knew it was wrong, that it was all too pervy, for me to just sit there and watch my teenage neighbor; to watch as her boyfriend's fingers disappeared under the towel, evidently pushing into her and making her moan in pleasure.When Tina's towel dropped my heart was racing and I was rock hard. I was all in now, I couldn't help myself. Tina looked like a model, but a model who was right in front of me, naked and ready to be taken. Sure it was her boyfriend she wanted to take her, but my cock was ready nonetheless. I could see he had two fingers deep in her pussy. She seemed to be completely lost in how he was making her feel, but then she turned to me and said, "Why don't you go ahead and jack off Uncle Jack?"It seemed too much for me. I had never been in any threesome, much less a male-male-female. I couldn't just whip out my cock and;Bobby had no such hesitation and was presently pulling his impressive cock out as he lowered his pants. Tina turned to me and put one hand on each arm of my chair, bending forward so she was looking me right in my eyes. I could see her pert tits hanging, could see her raise her bare ass for Bobby.Suddenly Tina jerked forward as Bobby pushed himself into her. Instinctively I went to kiss her lips which were just before me, but she jerked back almost as quickly, then back into my face. At first Tina had her eyes closed, losing herself in her slutty tryst, but she was now focused on me, a smirk on her pretty face as her boyfriend railed her."Jack off for me." she whispered and she reached down to give me hard cock a squeeze for emphasis.I couldn't resist. I pulled out my cock as she continued to get railed. It was humiliating to just sit there stroking my cock while a girl I desperately wanted was right there; nude and horny; but getting fucked hard by another man;  Tina giggled a little between her moans and she watched me. I so wanted her to suck my cock, but instead she briefly put her hand under her chin, making sure I looked her right in her blue eyes when she teased,"Tell me how much you fantasize about me."Somehow I needed to tell her. I spilled it out as she moaned and begged for Bobby to fuck her harder."I have Tina; you are so beautiful I can't help it; .I have jacked off to you so; " I felt myself tighten and knew I would cum very soon. "I; thank you; you; ." I started to shoot. Some of my cum shot up to her tits. Tina smirked as she saw but she was also bucking her ass into Bobby, taking him deeper and making sure he would also cum.When Bobby was finished with her he pulled out and Tina collapsed back into my lap. I held her gratefully, stroking her leg and feeling her breathe heavily. Her face looked almost innocent, but them I looked at the sweat and cum on her chest. She shifted a little in my lap and I felt my cock stir just a little.Tina kissed my cheek sweetly and put her head on my shoulder, "We can keep this our little secret Uncle Jack."by writemarksmith for Literotica.

Divorced man is tempted by girls next door. by writemarksmith. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. I had come back to Houston to put my life back together. I am an oil executive who has had quite a successful career. I started in the business right out of school and rose quickly through the ranks. I married when I was just 26 to a beautiful girl. We moved to the suburbs where we had a big house, a pool…the American Dream. We kept postponing the decision to have kids, then came the expat opportunities. We moved first to Calgary then after a few years on to Dubai. Whereas Calgary had nice people, beautiful land and ice cold weather, Dubai was filled with shady characters, was all city and incredibly hot. My wife and I both kept in shape at the gym, and I wore the nicest suits even in the sweltering temperatures. My wife and I had a beautiful condo, far above the city with a live in maid to serve us. We dined out almost every night at fabulous restaurants. It was a heady time, and to add to the excitement, I was poised for a big role back at headquarters in the USA. This all changed when I found my wife in bed with anther man. Not just any bed, but our bed, and not just any man, but my boss. Cuckolded and furious I quit the company and a week later I returned home with just what could fit in two bags. I had decided to move back to the suburban Houston home my wife and I had left years ago, somehow nostalgic for simpler times. We had rented it out for most of our time away, but we were between renters. As I approached the familiar driveway in my rental SUV, it felt very strange to be back. The home was very familiar, but it felt alien to return to it, deep in America. The house was well managed while we were away, and since had rented it out partially furnished I recognized most of the rather sparse belongings. I walked to the lush backyard and noted the trees that had grown. I admired the familiar pool and dipped my hand in the water. As I did so I hear a voice calling my name. “Jack?! Wow, it's like I'm seeing a ghost!” It was Amy, our neighbor for so many years peeking through the gate to our backyard. As she opened the gate I could see that Amy looked older than I remembered her but she was still very attractive. She had certainly kept up what was always a nice body. I reflectively admired her long tanned legs she showed off in her shorts. Her ample breasts jiggled proudly as she walked in a simple, sleeveless top. We hugged and I felt myself stir as I felt her tits push against me. We caught up and she told me how well her husband Robert was doing at work, and that her daughter Tina was just about to graduate from high school. I told her of some of our travels and told her my wife and I had separated. Any took my hand and told me how sorry she was. She insisted that I come over for dinner. I hesitated then had a better idea. “Why don't you all come over for a barbecue and swim in the pool. It will be like old times, we used to have a lot of fun.” Amy agreed and I told her we could do it on Saturday, three days away. This would give me a chance to settle and buy a barbecue. She said she would take care of everything but the meat, which was appreciated. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and returned home. I felt a tingle again and realized it had been almost 4 months since I had fucked my wife. Perhaps I should have suspected something was going on. I settled in to my new/old home, and Saturday came quickly. Coming just from next door, Amy arrived right on time for the barbecue, along with her husband. I opened the door and greeted them and they both walked in carrying groceries. Behind them was their daughter Tina struggling with a bag of groceries and two big bottles. I went to help her, taking a bag and as I did so I saw that little Tina had developed into a beautiful young woman. She was wearing a little halter top over her bathing suit, which showed off firm 18 year old tits and a flat stomach. Tiffany hugged me with a big smile, “Welcome back Uncle Jack!” I had forgotten she used to call me that and now I felt even more inappropriate for checking out her tits. I told her how much she had grown noting my voice had cracked a little, then turned to shake Robert's hand and give Amy a hug. We all agreed this would be like old times with everyone politely leaving my cheating wife out of the discussion. We went out back to enjoy the sun. I chatted with Robert about his sales job and how fast his business was growing, how I was going to take some time off before I seriously looked for a new job. While we were talking I tried hard not to be distracted by the two beauties sunning in my backyard. I had admired Amy often when she came by to enjoy our pool. Today she looked elegant and beautiful in her white one piece. I was even more taken with young Tina, who was enticing in her bikini. Her tits were small but perfectly perky. The back of her suit was cut high enough that it showed the tan line from another bathing suit on her ass. The contrast of her tanned skin against a sliver of very white, creamy ass was hard not to stare at. I realized I was hardening and tried to refocus on what David was saying. Amy joined our conversation while Tina dove in the water and started to do laps. Amy sat close to me. She had always been very flirty in a fun way, and even with her husband right there she would put her hand on my knee when making a point or teasing me about something. It was innocent, but I twice delayed getting up due to concerns of exposing my erection. Finally I got up to make start of the barbecue. Tina came out of the water to watch me while Amy went inside to prepare the rest of the food. Looking at this nubile young woman, dripping in her little bikini beside me I found I was very self-conscious. Despite myself I knew I was trying to impress her as I went about preparing our meal. I was also very aware that I didn't want my friends to see me checking out their daughters tits, especially while her nipples showed through her little top. “You're quite the swimmer.” I sad dumbly, not sure what to talk about. Tina explained that she had been on the swim team at school but was no longer swimming. She said how she missed all the times they used to come over and swim at my place when she was young. “You're always welcome to use the pool Tina.” I said grandly. Tina's eyes lit up. “Really?! That's great, thank you Uncle Jack!” Tina bent forward and kissed my cheek. As she did so one of her tits brushed against my arm. I felt myself blush even while I knew how foolish I was being. We enjoyed a nice meal in the sun and I felt more at peace than I had in some time. A few beers had certainly helped that along, but so did the familiar company. Robert poured shots for all of us (except Tina) which lightened the mood even more. Tina thanked me for having her over but said she had to head out soon. “Actually,” she said turning to me, “I'm meeting up with Sofia…do you remember her?” My memory was a big foggy but I asked Tina if it was the Latina girl she used to hang out with. “Yes!” Tina said as she looked at her phone and texted. “I'll tell her to swing by here and you can say hi.” Amy and I went for a swim and splashed each other a little. I was feeling no pain after many beers and it felt good to be active. I enjoyed being with Amy and found myself wishing my wife was as easy to get along with. As I got out of the pool Tina called me over. “Uncle Jack,” she said, “you remember Sofia?” I looked at the girl beside her as I toweled myself off. The girl was indeed Latina, but she looked very little like the awkward, slightly chunky girl with braces that I remembered. This girl was a vision with smooth olive skin and big brown eyes. She was smaller than Tina, but curvier. She was wearing a blue sundress with flowers on it that made her look even more feminine. The dress showed only a little cleavage but it was clear Sofia's breasts were very real and very desirable. Her bare legs glistened in the sun a little as if she had applied lotion. Sofia put out her hand tentatively, seeming a little shy. I realized that I had been rather overt about checking out her body and suddenly felt a little naked in my bathing suit. “Hello Mr. Brown.” she said while I shook her hand. I noticed she discretely gave me my body the once over. I stammered a little as I told her how much she had grown up and the two girls giggled sweetly. Sophia told me she would be 18 in just six days which made me feel like even more of a pervert. Sophia gushed about her memories of the fun they all had swimming in my pool when she was younger. Tina told her they were going to come back and enjoy it all summer then winked at me with a smile. I smiled back and tried not to encourage a stirring erection. The two girls then said their goodbyes, Tina left with another kiss on my cheek and I allowed myself to watch their asses sway as they left before returning to more appropriate adult company. We had a few more drinks before Robert and Amy headed home. Rob told me it was good to have me back and Amy surprised me with a kiss on the lips as she made me promise not to be a stranger. That night when I was wandering around my empty house I noticed something. The windows of one of the guest bedrooms looked right into Tina's room. The houses were set apart, and her window was partially covered by a curtain, but there was Tina, walking around in a t shirt and panties while texting somebody. I turned off the light so she wouldn't see me, then realized how wrong it was to watch her like this. I did the right thing and went to bed, but jacked off imagining both mother and daughter next door in my fantasies. Just a few evenings later I was woken from a sound sleep by squeals of laughter. Disoriented I realized they were coming from my backyard. Looking out the bedroom window I could see several kids were in the pool. I groaned and walked downstairs in my boxers. When I opened the sliding door and turned on the backyard lights it was like I had set off a fire alarm. Suddenly four kids, two guys and two girls, scrambled from in or around the pool, grabbed their clothes and ran through the gate. Without my contacts I couldn't see perfectly, but one of the girls was topless and another was Tina, wearing the same bathing suit she had two days earlier. I watched Tina's ass sway as she scurried out of the yard, chuckling at the energy of youth, when I realized there was one more girl in the yard, and she was walking towards me. “Sorry Mr. Brown.” she said. As she came closer I saw that it was Sofia. Her hair was wet which showed off how beautiful her face was, even with no make-up. She was wearing an orange bikini and I could now see just how amazing her body was. Her tits heaved in the tiny top and they were flawless. “We shouldn't have come so late, one of the boys kept insisting”. I shook my head and pulled my focus away from Sofia's tits and back to her big brown eyes which were looking up at me with a guilty look. I reassured her it wasn't that big a deal and she smiled a smile that melted me. I saw that she was shivering slightly, and made the mistake of asking her if she wanted to come inside. As soon as I said it I wanted to take it back, but she smiled and squeezed by me in the doorway. My jaw dropped as I saw her round ass, more exposed than covered in her little bikini bottoms. Her ass cheeks moved back and forth as she sauntered into the kitchen. Sofia looked over her shoulder as if wondering why I wasn't following, and I shut the door and walked behind her. I realized as I walked that I was now sporting an erection that my boxers were doing nothing to hide. I quickly positioned myself behind a chair in the kitchen. “So…umm…none of the guys were your boyfriend?” Sofia giggled and I flushed a little realizing this wasn't the best direction for the discussion to go. She played with her hair and told me that she had never had a real boyfriend, that the boys in school were so immature. I found her not having a boyfriend hard to believe and told her so. Sofia looked up and me a said softly, “I want a man who really appreciates me. Makes me his Princess, you know?” “You want a man to find a glass slipper and place it on your foot?” I asked, trying to make her smile. Sofia looked up at and pouted, “Yes! Why shouldn't I expect that a man treat me great?” She looked genuinely sad, like she would never find a man like this. I wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be ok, but instead my words came quickly, “Oh you should expect that Sofia! You're a beautiful girl. I can't believe men aren't lining up just to kiss your ass!” As soon as I spoke the words I wished I could take them back. My heart started to beat fast as I was at once mortified by what I had said to this sweet young girl, but at the same time consumed with the vision of her sweet ass and how exciting it would be to kiss it. “Really!” Sofia giggled, you think they should line up to kiss my ass?” With that she turned around and ever so slightly jutted out her plump, perfect bottom. I was hard as a rock and trying to diffuse the situation. “I mean, not; just that I think;” Sofia laughed again, but now it seemed to be at me rather than with me, “Oh Mr. Brown, I think you have something there. That's what I really want, a man who would line up just for the privilege of kissing my ass!” She turned around and I reflectively let out a sigh, both at the lightening of the tension, and the disappointment of being denied the view of her ass. “I should be going soon.” she said, “may I have a drink of water?” “Oh, of course.” I said. As I walked towards the fridge I suddenly realized I was rock hard and there was no longer a chair to hide it from this young beauty. “Mr. Brown!” she exclaimed. Then she teased “Someone sure enjoys this bathing suit!” She stared unapologetically at the erection bobbing in my boxers. I was mortified. “I'm…so sorry Sofia” I said simply as I opened the fridge and poured her some water. I reached over to hand it to her so as not to come to close with my throbbing member. She laughed and told me it didn't look like I had anything to be sorry about. “This will be our little secret Mr. Brown she mock whispered. It's nice to get advice from a man.” Sofia stepped towards me and ever so slightly brushed my erection with her arm as she bent forward and kissed my cheek. “We'll have to do it again soon!” With that Sofia walked slowly from the kitchen, surely aware that I had no ability to resist staring at her bottom wiggling as she moved. She gave me a shy wave at the door as she slid it open, then disappeared into the backyard and the night. My adventures had just begun. Jack is tormented by teasing of mom and daughter next door. After Sofia's late night visit I jacked off twice, obsessing about her plump, perfect ass. I couldn't stop thinking about her all night. I felt a little groggy when I got up the next morning and decided to clear my head with a run. I asked myself why I couldn't be a better man. For fuck's sake she is just a teenager! The best friend of my neighbor's daughter! As I ran I lost myself in the rhythm and by the time I got back home I felt a little better. I went directly to the shower and felt re-energized. As I got out of the shower and toweled myself off, I was thinking about all the things I wanted to get done around the house when I heard a voice. "Uncle Jack?" I thought I imagined it but I heard it again. I wrapped a towel around myself and went to the top of the stairs. "Who's there?" I called. Suddenly Tina appeared at the bottom of the stairs looking up, "Oh hi Uncle Jack. The door was open and I wanted to talk." My mind spun a little. Did Tina want to ask what I was doing with Sofia last night? Why was she in the house? I was pretty sure I hadn't left the door open. "Oh; well; let me put on some clothes." I said half to myself. I moved to my bedroom, put on jeans and a shirt and walked down. When I came back down, Tina was in the kitchen, wearing denim shorts that showed off her legs and a white t shirt. She was standing in almost the same place that Sofia had. She looked a little nervous playing with her hair. She bit her lower lip and said "Sorry, I didn't mean to catch you naked!" I felt nervous just at the mention of naked and stammered a reassurance that it was fine. I asked her what was up as tried to shake off the question in my head as to whether she was wearing a bra. Tina explained she was there to apologize for being in the pool so late with her friends. She pleaded with me not to tell her mom. She said she felt terrible and wanted to make it up to me. I told her I would never tell her mom although while I promised that I had a nagging feeling around sharing another secret with a teenaged girl. I was about to tell her that she didn't have to make it up to me when she cut me off and stretched up to kiss my cheek. "Oh, thank you Mr. Brown! I know she seems cool but Mom can be very strict!" Tina then looked around the kitchen with dirty dishes in the sink and suggested, "I know how I can help. I can come over a few times in the next weeks while you settle and clean up for you." She paused and then smirked, "I'm sure you'd enjoy a woman's touch around the house." I tried to figure out if Tina was being deliberately suggestive and she misread my hesitation in responding. "Don't be nervous, Mom leaves early and Dad is never around. It will just be between us." With that Tina kissed me again on the cheek. This time her tits pushed against my chest in a way that confirmed she was not wearing a bra. I hardened and was relieved when she said she had to run. Tina thanked me again, blew me a kiss and walked out into my backyard. I fell into a chair at the kitchen table as my mind raced with how to handle the temptations that I was facing. I was mad that I was allowing myself to have all these thoughts. I reminded myself that these teenagers didn't want me in that way. 'For god's sake she's worried you'll tell her mom', I told myself with a frustrated chuckle. Later that day I was putting together some Ikea furniture in the guest room when saw Tina sunbathing in her backyard. She wore the same little bikini she had worn at my barbecue. I admired how tighter her body was as she applied lotion to her legs. I felt my cock harden a little when she looked up towards my window. I stayed perfectly still, not wanting her to see me run away like I had been doing anything wrong, and my heart sunk a little when she waved. I waved back feebly and I saw her walk towards my gate. I walked down, trying to think of what to say about being caught. When I got downstairs she was already in my kitchen, having let herself in. "Hi Uncle Jack! Saw you were home. Are you ok if I use the pool? I'll clean your dishes first?" I started to tell her she didn't need to clean the dishes but she was already walking to the sink. I admired he legs, which were glistening from the lotion, and noticed she had a French pedicure on her toes when she turned and looked at me over her shoulder. "This way you can keep a better eye on me." she teased. I felt myself blush and was grateful she turned back around to focus on the dishes. She asked if I could play some music, and I was grateful for the distraction. I tried to select something a little newer, even though I felt a little sleazy trying to make myself look younger for her. She liked it and wiggled her bum a little to the music while she cleaned. When she finished the dishes she asked if I wanted to swim with her. I demurred, thinking that felt like trouble so she told me to just sit in back and keep her company. As I sat in the chair and watched her do laps, I felt like this was still a little inappropriate. I knew her father was out of town, but hoped Tina was right that her mom would be at work all afternoon. Tina finally came out, grabbed a towel and sat at the end of my lounge chair. My toes brushed against the soft skin of her leg until I quickly pulled them away. "See, this can work out well. You get a cleaner house and some great company, I enjoy your amazing pool." Tina laughed and sprayed a little water on me. She told me that she wanted to really enjoy this summer before college. She admitted she had lied to her parents that she couldn't get a job so she wouldn't have any stress. She leaned forward and touched my knee. "That's just between us, Uncle Jack." I nodded seriously and she laughed freely and stood up. "It's good to have you back Uncle Jack." She glanced down at her phone, "Oh, I better get ready for tonight. It's Sofia's birthday party. I am dragging my boyfriend along and if I'm late he'll spank me!" Tina turned and placed her hands on her bum as if protecting her cheeks from a spanking hand. I realized I was staring right at her ass and started to blush again. Tina laughed a knowing laugh, "Ah, I think I know how to handle him." She stepped towards me, and as she kissed my cheek and told me she'd see me soon one tit pushed into my shoulder. I watched her get her stuff and walk away and wished I could watch her get ready in her room, but with it still being daylight and her just having caught me, I couldn't take the chance. Instead I jacked off to the though alone in my room. As I made my simple dinner that night I was starting to think about what my next move in life should be. I supposed I should look for a job, but I honestly didn't have a lot of drive. The company I just quit had indicated they would make a nice settlement with me. I suppose they didn't want me to make a big deal of my boss fucking my wife. It occurred to me that I wanted the same thing Tina did, to take the summer off. My thoughts then drifted to Tina, wondering what she was doing with her boyfriend at this moment. And to Sofia at her 18th birthday party; My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my back door. I looked over and saw it was Amy in my backyard. She was wearing a sleeveless orange top and shorts. I waved for her to come in and when she did told her it was good to see her and offered her a beer. "Thanks Jack, I'd love one." I cracked open a couple of bottles and brought her one as she leaned against he counter. We toasted to 'old friends' but then she became a little serious. "So I got a text from Tina." My heart sunk. What had Tina said. Had she told her Mom I had been staring at her body much of the day? "She's worried that you're lonely over here." My eyes widened a bit with surprise but she continued, "I know it must be tough after all these years." I nodded, happy to not be called out on my attraction to her teenaged daughter. "Jack, I know we've had a certain electricity between us, but I could never cheat on Robert." My mind raced trying to catch up, "I; um; I never; " She laughed a little but bit her lower lip, just as I had seen her daughter do, "I know, I know, you never said anything but I know you think about it." I had, but the guilty look on my face was more because I had been more recently thinking of her daughter. "So; I have an idea." Amy explained that she knew I had needs, and she wanted to help. "I know you like my tits. I've seen you staring at them ever since we first met all those years ago." she said softly, then giggled in a way that reminded me of her teenaged daughter. "Today you'll finally get you look at them while you; take care of yourself." I was completely taken aback. I didn't know what to say but I stared at her tits like an idiot and noticed her nipples were poking through her orange top. I saw she was looking at my cock, as if surprised I was not already stroking it. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she teased? I nodded without even fully comprehending what was happening. "I guess I'll go first." she said with a nervous laugh. With that she reached down and slowly lifted her shirt. She was not wearing a bra and her pink nipples were proudly erect. She definitely had very nice tits. I had always thought so, and now here they were, presented to me like a gift just two feet away. Amy looked at me expectantly, "Well?" It seemed we were past the point of no return so I unzipped my shorts and took out my cock. Amy seemed disappointed that it was only semi-hard. I couldn't tell her I had jacked off to thoughts of her daughter just a couple of hours ago. Amy held her tits up to encourage me and I started to stroke my cock while looking at them. I felt a little silly here in my kitchen doing this in front of an old friend, but it was true I had fantasized about them . "That's it" she said as she watched my cock grow in my hands, "Don't be nervous, stroke it for me." The combination of Amy telling me to stroke it for her, and her telling me 'don't be nervous' in the exact same words her daughter had used in this same room earlier today really got me excited. I was now very hard and stroking faster with Amy's soft and sweet encouragement. "You've wanted to see these for a long time haven't you? Maybe one night I'll let you see a little more." I could feel I was already going to cum when she sealed the deal as she pinches her nipples, "Don't wait, cum for me Jack, I know you want to." I spurted all over, getting a little on her foot as I did so. Amy laughed, telling me she could tell that she had surprised me, but how glad she was she could help. "I'll do my best to help you through this Jack. You just call me if you need someone." I thanked her as I took a paper towel and cleaned her foot. "What a gentleman!" she giggled as she put her shirt back on. When I stood up, Amy kissed me on the lips, pushing my now soft and still exposed cock against me. "This will obviously be our little secret." she whispered in my ear. As Amy left out the back door I fell back into a chair. My head was spinning with all the 'secrets' I now shared with these beautiful women. Jack faces his biggest temptation yet in young Sofia With all the temptations in my life, it was becoming tough to focus on anything else. The morning after my neighbor Amy had allowed me to jack off while she bared her tits to me, I ran 5 miles. When I returned home I had a call with my lawyer who was negotiating my settlement with my old company. I had a call with my divorce layer scheduled for later in the day, but my mind was not on the legal and financial complexities in my life. Instead it kept flashing back to Amy's tits and the encouragement she gave as she teased me. To her daughter who shared her mother's habit of not wearing a bra, and who seemed all too aware of the powers of her beauty. And finally to Sofia, the most alluring of them all, who had turned eighteen only yesterday. Somehow the milestone of her birthday made me feel better about the constant fantasizing I had been doing about her perfect plump ass. I felt myself harden and remembered Amy's promise to be available if I needed her. If she wasn't at work it might have been tempting to do so right now. I tried to focus on the documents my lawyer had told me to read, but my mind would simply not rest. I finally decided to cool down in the pool. After a few laps I started to lose myself in the rhythm as I went back and forth. I told myself it was normal for a man to respond like this, I just needed to try to tone down the temptations a little. How could I do that? I finished my final lap and as I got to the side of the pool and reached to pull myself out of the water I saw a vision approach me. It was Sofia wearing a t shirt, little skirt and flip flops. I though for a moment I might be imagining it, but she stopped right in front of me, looking down with a smile. From this angle my face was just in front her her pedicured toes and when I looked up to see her I could see right up her white skirt. Her panties were orange and I could see the bottom of her ass cheeks hanging out. I tried to ignore this and gave her a tight smile. "Hi Mr. Brown, looking good!" "Hi Sofia. You also." Immediately I regretted having said that. I tried to recover. "Err; what brings you over?" I said as I struggled to get out of the water. "Oh, you said I could come by any time to swim? I hope that's ok?" That was true, and at this moment that promise felt like both a huge mistake and pure genius. I saw the look of trepidation on Sofia's face as I squeezed by her to get a towel. "Yes; well; of course. I; " "Great! Thank you, you're sweet. Tina is out of town with her boyfriend and I was bored." I watched as Sofia stripped off her t shirt and kicked off her flip flops. I wanted to look away but I couldn't. She pulled her skirt down and the orange bikini bottoms got pulled down a little with it, revealing a generous amount of her ass crack. Sofia casually pulled it back up, leaving only half of each ass cheek exposed for me. "I'll got for a quick swim then let's catch up inside? Tina texted and said you were lonely over here." I was about to respond but Tina dove gracefully into the water and began to swim. I noticed I was rather hard just from looking at her and made sure I kept the towel in front of me as I retreated to safety of my house. I got changed out of my bathing suit into shorts and a t shirt. I noted that I had chosen an outfit I thought I looked good in, even while chastising myself for trying to impress a teenager. When I came down Sofia was letting herself into the house. She was still wet from the pool and I could see her large nipples as her bikini top clung to her tits. God, she was delicious. I asked her if she wanted a water and she looked at me with her big brown eyes as if to tell me she knew exactly what I was really thinking about. "You know what I'd really like is to smoke a bit. Do you smoke Mr. Brown?" I knew she didn't mean cigarettes. It had been years since I had smoked but I did indeed enjoy it through most of my life. I nodded without thinking. She probably could have had me agreeing too anything with those eyes. "Good!" she smirked. "I'm going to change into dry clothes then we can smoke and talk." she announced as she took panties out of her purse and placed them with her t shirt and skirt. "Do you mind rolling while I'm gone?" she asked as she handed me the weed and rolling papers. She saw my hesitation and teased, "It's ok Mr. Brown; I'm 18 now!" With that she turned and I watched her ass wiggle away to the bathroom. My heart was beating fast as I rolled a joint. This was so inappropriate. I tried to rationalize that Sofia was an adult, then tried to remind myself that I had to be responsible when she returned, but mainly I just thought of her ass. I had never seen one quite that perfect. It really was a fantasy in itself. Sofia came back out after what seemed like just a minute. I hadn't had time to form a game plan. "Look at you. Rolled two! I don't know if I can keep up with you!" I looked down and realized I had indeed rolled two joints. "Oh; I; " Sofia laughed and plopped herself down on the couch beside me, her knee touching mine. She put her hand on my leg and I felt my erection jump a little in my shorts. "Relax Mr. Brown. Let's smoke." I laughed with her and told her to call me Jack. I added that perhaps she should call me Mr. Brown when others were around which made the whole situation seem somehow more illicit. "Light me up Mr. Jack Brown." she said teasingly and I did. She passed me the joint after inhaling and I took in a big hit. I really did need to relax. It may have been a placebo effect but I felt a little high almost immediately. This was definitely stronger weed that I was used to. Or maybe my tolerance had disappeared over the years. Neither Sofia or I spoke for a few hits. I became very aware of my knee touching her leg. Her skin was so soft. I could feel heat coming from her, or my reaction to touching her. "So; I thought a lot about what you told me Jack." My mind reeled trying to think of what I might have told her. Sofia took another hit, then continued, "That I should expect men to want to kiss my ass." I could feel myself blushing as I tried hard not to think about her ass. My erection was proudly forming a tent in my shorts, although hoped she didn't notice. "I; well; " "So at my party last night, this boy who has been chasing me around hit on me pretty hard. Later in the night I decided to give him a chance. I told him if he impressed me with how well he kissed my ass I'd see what I could do for him." My cock twitched and I saw Sofia look at my lap. She continued, "He was eager so we went upstairs. He tried to kiss me, but I pushed him off, then turned around, flipped up my skirt and presented my bum to him." I wanted to tell Sofia how inappropriate it was to tell me this. I wanted to stop the conversation and be a better man. I said nothing as I inhaled and nodded. "Well, he did it Jack, he kissed both cheeks. It felt good, but honestly I knew he wasn't really into it. He just wanted something in return you know?" I nodded sagely, but all I could think about was how lucky he was to get to kiss her remarkable ass. "So I gave him a hand job, which he must have enjoyed because he's been texting me all day. But, I mean you've had a pretty good look at my bum. I think kissing it should be a reward in itself don't you?" I tried to murmur assent, but the words got stuck in my throat. Sofia looked down at the tent again then bent towards me conspiratorially. She spoke in a whisper as she moved her face close to mine, "I think you'd think kissing my ass was a pretty nice reward wouldn't you?" I couldn't pull my eyes away from hers. I had never wanted any girl so much in my life. I knew just how wrong this was but I nodded dumbly. This was not enough for her. Sofia pushed, "Tell me." "Sofia; this is wrong but; I would so love to kiss your ass." She giggled and stroked my cheek then rose so she was looking down at me. "That's what I wanted to hear." Sofia turned and lifted her little skirt, her luscious ass less than a foot from my face. She was wearing little pink panties and asked me if I wanted her to pull them down. I sounded like a fool agreeing anxiously and she giggled at my desperation. "Ok Jack. Today is your lucky day." She lowered the panties so slowly and I watched like a 5 year old would watch a gift being unwrapped. I had fantasized about Sofia's ass so many times in the last days and now it was right here. Finally it was completely bare and she let the panties drop to the floor. Sofia bent forward a little and I could see her asshole and pussy lips. "Enjoy." she said simply. I took this as my cue and started to kiss her plump bottom. I started on the bottom on one cheek and slowly worked my way across it, wanting to kiss every inch. Finally I got to her ass crack and started to kiss along it. Although I had never kissed an asshole before, I wanted to kiss Sofia's with all my being. I was afraid she might pull away if I did so but finally I couldn't resist. I pushed my face between her generous ass cheeks and kissed her asshole passionately. When she simply wriggled and pushed back on my face I murmured a muffled thank you and kissed it again and again like it was my first girlfriend. I eventually pulled away and enjoyed her other ass cheek. While I was kissing it Sofia teased me. "This is what I need Jack. A man who wants me so much he is grateful just to kiss my ass. That's all you want, right?" I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her right here. I wanted her lips around my cock. "Yes; thank you Sofia. Your ass is perfect and I know I am lucky to kiss it." Sofia broke into gales of laughter and r

Divorced man is tempted by girls next door. by writemarksmith. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. I had come back to Houston to put my life back together. I am an oil executive who has had quite a successful career. I started in the business right out of school and rose quickly through the ranks. I married when I was just 26 to a beautiful girl. We moved to the suburbs where we had a big house, a pool…the American Dream. We kept postponing the decision to have kids, then came the expat opportunities. We moved first to Calgary then after a few years on to Dubai. Whereas Calgary had nice people, beautiful land and ice cold weather, Dubai was filled with shady characters, was all city and incredibly hot. My wife and I both kept in shape at the gym, and I wore the nicest suits even in the sweltering temperatures. My wife and I had a beautiful condo, far above the city with a live in maid to serve us. We dined out almost every night at fabulous restaurants. It was a heady time, and to add to the excitement, I was poised for a big role back at headquarters in the USA. This all changed when I found my wife in bed with anther man. Not just any bed, but our bed, and not just any man, but my boss. Cuckolded and furious I quit the company and a week later I returned home with just what could fit in two bags. I had decided to move back to the suburban Houston home my wife and I had left years ago, somehow nostalgic for simpler times. We had rented it out for most of our time away, but we were between renters. As I approached the familiar driveway in my rental SUV, it felt very strange to be back. The home was very familiar, but it felt alien to return to it, deep in America. The house was well managed while we were away, and since had rented it out partially furnished I recognized most of the rather sparse belongings. I walked to the lush backyard and noted the trees that had grown. I admired the familiar pool and dipped my hand in the water. As I did so I hear a voice calling my name. “Jack?! Wow, it's like I'm seeing a ghost!” It was Amy, our neighbor for so many years peeking through the gate to our backyard. As she opened the gate I could see that Amy looked older than I remembered her but she was still very attractive. She had certainly kept up what was always a nice body. I reflectively admired her long tanned legs she showed off in her shorts. Her ample breasts jiggled proudly as she walked in a simple, sleeveless top. We hugged and I felt myself stir as I felt her tits push against me. We caught up and she told me how well her husband Robert was doing at work, and that her daughter Tina was just about to graduate from high school. I told her of some of our travels and told her my wife and I had separated. Any took my hand and told me how sorry she was. She insisted that I come over for dinner. I hesitated then had a better idea. “Why don't you all come over for a barbecue and swim in the pool. It will be like old times, we used to have a lot of fun.” Amy agreed and I told her we could do it on Saturday, three days away. This would give me a chance to settle and buy a barbecue. She said she would take care of everything but the meat, which was appreciated. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and returned home. I felt a tingle again and realized it had been almost 4 months since I had fucked my wife. Perhaps I should have suspected something was going on. I settled in to my new/old home, and Saturday came quickly. Coming just from next door, Amy arrived right on time for the barbecue, along with her husband. I opened the door and greeted them and they both walked in carrying groceries. Behind them was their daughter Tina struggling with a bag of groceries and two big bottles. I went to help her, taking a bag and as I did so I saw that little Tina had developed into a beautiful young woman. She was wearing a little halter top over her bathing suit, which showed off firm 18 year old tits and a flat stomach. Tiffany hugged me with a big smile, “Welcome back Uncle Jack!” I had forgotten she used to call me that and now I felt even more inappropriate for checking out her tits. I told her how much she had grown noting my voice had cracked a little, then turned to shake Robert's hand and give Amy a hug. We all agreed this would be like old times with everyone politely leaving my cheating wife out of the discussion. We went out back to enjoy the sun. I chatted with Robert about his sales job and how fast his business was growing, how I was going to take some time off before I seriously looked for a new job. While we were talking I tried hard not to be distracted by the two beauties sunning in my backyard. I had admired Amy often when she came by to enjoy our pool. Today she looked elegant and beautiful in her white one piece. I was even more taken with young Tina, who was enticing in her bikini. Her tits were small but perfectly perky. The back of her suit was cut high enough that it showed the tan line from another bathing suit on her ass. The contrast of her tanned skin against a sliver of very white, creamy ass was hard not to stare at. I realized I was hardening and tried to refocus on what David was saying. Amy joined our conversation while Tina dove in the water and started to do laps. Amy sat close to me. She had always been very flirty in a fun way, and even with her husband right there she would put her hand on my knee when making a point or teasing me about something. It was innocent, but I twice delayed getting up due to concerns of exposing my erection. Finally I got up to make start of the barbecue. Tina came out of the water to watch me while Amy went inside to prepare the rest of the food. Looking at this nubile young woman, dripping in her little bikini beside me I found I was very self-conscious. Despite myself I knew I was trying to impress her as I went about preparing our meal. I was also very aware that I didn't want my friends to see me checking out their daughters tits, especially while her nipples showed through her little top. “You're quite the swimmer.” I sad dumbly, not sure what to talk about. Tina explained that she had been on the swim team at school but was no longer swimming. She said how she missed all the times they used to come over and swim at my place when she was young. “You're always welcome to use the pool Tina.” I said grandly. Tina's eyes lit up. “Really?! That's great, thank you Uncle Jack!” Tina bent forward and kissed my cheek. As she did so one of her tits brushed against my arm. I felt myself blush even while I knew how foolish I was being. We enjoyed a nice meal in the sun and I felt more at peace than I had in some time. A few beers had certainly helped that along, but so did the familiar company. Robert poured shots for all of us (except Tina) which lightened the mood even more. Tina thanked me for having her over but said she had to head out soon. “Actually,” she said turning to me, “I'm meeting up with Sofia…do you remember her?” My memory was a big foggy but I asked Tina if it was the Latina girl she used to hang out with. “Yes!” Tina said as she looked at her phone and texted. “I'll tell her to swing by here and you can say hi.” Amy and I went for a swim and splashed each other a little. I was feeling no pain after many beers and it felt good to be active. I enjoyed being with Amy and found myself wishing my wife was as easy to get along with. As I got out of the pool Tina called me over. “Uncle Jack,” she said, “you remember Sofia?” I looked at the girl beside her as I toweled myself off. The girl was indeed Latina, but she looked very little like the awkward, slightly chunky girl with braces that I remembered. This girl was a vision with smooth olive skin and big brown eyes. She was smaller than Tina, but curvier. She was wearing a blue sundress with flowers on it that made her look even more feminine. The dress showed only a little cleavage but it was clear Sofia's breasts were very real and very desirable. Her bare legs glistened in the sun a little as if she had applied lotion. Sofia put out her hand tentatively, seeming a little shy. I realized that I had been rather overt about checking out her body and suddenly felt a little naked in my bathing suit. “Hello Mr. Brown.” she said while I shook her hand. I noticed she discretely gave me my body the once over. I stammered a little as I told her how much she had grown up and the two girls giggled sweetly. Sophia told me she would be 18 in just six days which made me feel like even more of a pervert. Sophia gushed about her memories of the fun they all had swimming in my pool when she was younger. Tina told her they were going to come back and enjoy it all summer then winked at me with a smile. I smiled back and tried not to encourage a stirring erection. The two girls then said their goodbyes, Tina left with another kiss on my cheek and I allowed myself to watch their asses sway as they left before returning to more appropriate adult company. We had a few more drinks before Robert and Amy headed home. Rob told me it was good to have me back and Amy surprised me with a kiss on the lips as she made me promise not to be a stranger. That night when I was wandering around my empty house I noticed something. The windows of one of the guest bedrooms looked right into Tina's room. The houses were set apart, and her window was partially covered by a curtain, but there was Tina, walking around in a t shirt and panties while texting somebody. I turned off the light so she wouldn't see me, then realized how wrong it was to watch her like this. I did the right thing and went to bed, but jacked off imagining both mother and daughter next door in my fantasies. Just a few evenings later I was woken from a sound sleep by squeals of laughter. Disoriented I realized they were coming from my backyard. Looking out the bedroom window I could see several kids were in the pool. I groaned and walked downstairs in my boxers. When I opened the sliding door and turned on the backyard lights it was like I had set off a fire alarm. Suddenly four kids, two guys and two girls, scrambled from in or around the pool, grabbed their clothes and ran through the gate. Without my contacts I couldn't see perfectly, but one of the girls was topless and another was Tina, wearing the same bathing suit she had two days earlier. I watched Tina's ass sway as she scurried out of the yard, chuckling at the energy of youth, when I realized there was one more girl in the yard, and she was walking towards me. “Sorry Mr. Brown.” she said. As she came closer I saw that it was Sofia. Her hair was wet which showed off how beautiful her face was, even with no make-up. She was wearing an orange bikini and I could now see just how amazing her body was. Her tits heaved in the tiny top and they were flawless. “We shouldn't have come so late, one of the boys kept insisting”. I shook my head and pulled my focus away from Sofia's tits and back to her big brown eyes which were looking up at me with a guilty look. I reassured her it wasn't that big a deal and she smiled a smile that melted me. I saw that she was shivering slightly, and made the mistake of asking her if she wanted to come inside. As soon as I said it I wanted to take it back, but she smiled and squeezed by me in the doorway. My jaw dropped as I saw her round ass, more exposed than covered in her little bikini bottoms. Her ass cheeks moved back and forth as she sauntered into the kitchen. Sofia looked over her shoulder as if wondering why I wasn't following, and I shut the door and walked behind her. I realized as I walked that I was now sporting an erection that my boxers were doing nothing to hide. I quickly positioned myself behind a chair in the kitchen. “So…umm…none of the guys were your boyfriend?” Sofia giggled and I flushed a little realizing this wasn't the best direction for the discussion to go. She played with her hair and told me that she had never had a real boyfriend, that the boys in school were so immature. I found her not having a boyfriend hard to believe and told her so. Sofia looked up and me a said softly, “I want a man who really appreciates me. Makes me his Princess, you know?” “You want a man to find a glass slipper and place it on your foot?” I asked, trying to make her smile. Sofia looked up at and pouted, “Yes! Why shouldn't I expect that a man treat me great?” She looked genuinely sad, like she would never find a man like this. I wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be ok, but instead my words came quickly, “Oh you should expect that Sofia! You're a beautiful girl. I can't believe men aren't lining up just to kiss your ass!” As soon as I spoke the words I wished I could take them back. My heart started to beat fast as I was at once mortified by what I had said to this sweet young girl, but at the same time consumed with the vision of her sweet ass and how exciting it would be to kiss it. “Really!” Sofia giggled, you think they should line up to kiss my ass?” With that she turned around and ever so slightly jutted out her plump, perfect bottom. I was hard as a rock and trying to diffuse the situation. “I mean, not; just that I think;” Sofia laughed again, but now it seemed to be at me rather than with me, “Oh Mr. Brown, I think you have something there. That's what I really want, a man who would line up just for the privilege of kissing my ass!” She turned around and I reflectively let out a sigh, both at the lightening of the tension, and the disappointment of being denied the view of her ass. “I should be going soon.” she said, “may I have a drink of water?” “Oh, of course.” I said. As I walked towards the fridge I suddenly realized I was rock hard and there was no longer a chair to hide it from this young beauty. “Mr. Brown!” she exclaimed. Then she teased “Someone sure enjoys this bathing suit!” She stared unapologetically at the erection bobbing in my boxers. I was mortified. “I'm…so sorry Sofia” I said simply as I opened the fridge and poured her some water. I reached over to hand it to her so as not to come to close with my throbbing member. She laughed and told me it didn't look like I had anything to be sorry about. “This will be our little secret Mr. Brown she mock whispered. It's nice to get advice from a man.” Sofia stepped towards me and ever so slightly brushed my erection with her arm as she bent forward and kissed my cheek. “We'll have to do it again soon!” With that Sofia walked slowly from the kitchen, surely aware that I had no ability to resist staring at her bottom wiggling as she moved. She gave me a shy wave at the door as she slid it open, then disappeared into the backyard and the night. My adventures had just begun. Jack is tormented by teasing of mom and daughter next door. After Sofia's late night visit I jacked off twice, obsessing about her plump, perfect ass. I couldn't stop thinking about her all night. I felt a little groggy when I got up the next morning and decided to clear my head with a run. I asked myself why I couldn't be a better man. For fuck's sake she is just a teenager! The best friend of my neighbor's daughter! As I ran I lost myself in the rhythm and by the time I got back home I felt a little better. I went directly to the shower and felt re-energized. As I got out of the shower and toweled myself off, I was thinking about all the things I wanted to get done around the house when I heard a voice. "Uncle Jack?" I thought I imagined it but I heard it again. I wrapped a towel around myself and went to the top of the stairs. "Who's there?" I called. Suddenly Tina appeared at the bottom of the stairs looking up, "Oh hi Uncle Jack. The door was open and I wanted to talk." My mind spun a little. Did Tina want to ask what I was doing with Sofia last night? Why was she in the house? I was pretty sure I hadn't left the door open. "Oh; well; let me put on some clothes." I said half to myself. I moved to my bedroom, put on jeans and a shirt and walked down. When I came back down, Tina was in the kitchen, wearing denim shorts that showed off her legs and a white t shirt. She was standing in almost the same place that Sofia had. She looked a little nervous playing with her hair. She bit her lower lip and said "Sorry, I didn't mean to catch you naked!" I felt nervous just at the mention of naked and stammered a reassurance that it was fine. I asked her what was up as tried to shake off the question in my head as to whether she was wearing a bra. Tina explained she was there to apologize for being in the pool so late with her friends. She pleaded with me not to tell her mom. She said she felt terrible and wanted to make it up to me. I told her I would never tell her mom although while I promised that I had a nagging feeling around sharing another secret with a teenaged girl. I was about to tell her that she didn't have to make it up to me when she cut me off and stretched up to kiss my cheek. "Oh, thank you Mr. Brown! I know she seems cool but Mom can be very strict!" Tina then looked around the kitchen with dirty dishes in the sink and suggested, "I know how I can help. I can come over a few times in the next weeks while you settle and clean up for you." She paused and then smirked, "I'm sure you'd enjoy a woman's touch around the house." I tried to figure out if Tina was being deliberately suggestive and she misread my hesitation in responding. "Don't be nervous, Mom leaves early and Dad is never around. It will just be between us." With that Tina kissed me again on the cheek. This time her tits pushed against my chest in a way that confirmed she was not wearing a bra. I hardened and was relieved when she said she had to run. Tina thanked me again, blew me a kiss and walked out into my backyard. I fell into a chair at the kitchen table as my mind raced with how to handle the temptations that I was facing. I was mad that I was allowing myself to have all these thoughts. I reminded myself that these teenagers didn't want me in that way. 'For god's sake she's worried you'll tell her mom', I told myself with a frustrated chuckle. Later that day I was putting together some Ikea furniture in the guest room when saw Tina sunbathing in her backyard. She wore the same little bikini she had worn at my barbecue. I admired how tighter her body was as she applied lotion to her legs. I felt my cock harden a little when she looked up towards my window. I stayed perfectly still, not wanting her to see me run away like I had been doing anything wrong, and my heart sunk a little when she waved. I waved back feebly and I saw her walk towards my gate. I walked down, trying to think of what to say about being caught. When I got downstairs she was already in my kitchen, having let herself in. "Hi Uncle Jack! Saw you were home. Are you ok if I use the pool? I'll clean your dishes first?" I started to tell her she didn't need to clean the dishes but she was already walking to the sink. I admired he legs, which were glistening from the lotion, and noticed she had a French pedicure on her toes when she turned and looked at me over her shoulder. "This way you can keep a better eye on me." she teased. I felt myself blush and was grateful she turned back around to focus on the dishes. She asked if I could play some music, and I was grateful for the distraction. I tried to select something a little newer, even though I felt a little sleazy trying to make myself look younger for her. She liked it and wiggled her bum a little to the music while she cleaned. When she finished the dishes she asked if I wanted to swim with her. I demurred, thinking that felt like trouble so she told me to just sit in back and keep her company. As I sat in the chair and watched her do laps, I felt like this was still a little inappropriate. I knew her father was out of town, but hoped Tina was right that her mom would be at work all afternoon. Tina finally came out, grabbed a towel and sat at the end of my lounge chair. My toes brushed against the soft skin of her leg until I quickly pulled them away. "See, this can work out well. You get a cleaner house and some great company, I enjoy your amazing pool." Tina laughed and sprayed a little water on me. She told me that she wanted to really enjoy this summer before college. She admitted she had lied to her parents that she couldn't get a job so she wouldn't have any stress. She leaned forward and touched my knee. "That's just between us, Uncle Jack." I nodded seriously and she laughed freely and stood up. "It's good to have you back Uncle Jack." She glanced down at her phone, "Oh, I better get ready for tonight. It's Sofia's birthday party. I am dragging my boyfriend along and if I'm late he'll spank me!" Tina turned and placed her hands on her bum as if protecting her cheeks from a spanking hand. I realized I was staring right at her ass and started to blush again. Tina laughed a knowing laugh, "Ah, I think I know how to handle him." She stepped towards me, and as she kissed my cheek and told me she'd see me soon one tit pushed into my shoulder. I watched her get her stuff and walk away and wished I could watch her get ready in her room, but with it still being daylight and her just having caught me, I couldn't take the chance. Instead I jacked off to the though alone in my room. As I made my simple dinner that night I was starting to think about what my next move in life should be. I supposed I should look for a job, but I honestly didn't have a lot of drive. The company I just quit had indicated they would make a nice settlement with me. I suppose they didn't want me to make a big deal of my boss fucking my wife. It occurred to me that I wanted the same thing Tina did, to take the summer off. My thoughts then drifted to Tina, wondering what she was doing with her boyfriend at this moment. And to Sofia at her 18th birthday party; My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my back door. I looked over and saw it was Amy in my backyard. She was wearing a sleeveless orange top and shorts. I waved for her to come in and when she did told her it was good to see her and offered her a beer. "Thanks Jack, I'd love one." I cracked open a couple of bottles and brought her one as she leaned against he counter. We toasted to 'old friends' but then she became a little serious. "So I got a text from Tina." My heart sunk. What had Tina said. Had she told her Mom I had been staring at her body much of the day? "She's worried that you're lonely over here." My eyes widened a bit with surprise but she continued, "I know it must be tough after all these years." I nodded, happy to not be called out on my attraction to her teenaged daughter. "Jack, I know we've had a certain electricity between us, but I could never cheat on Robert." My mind raced trying to catch up, "I; um; I never; " She laughed a little but bit her lower lip, just as I had seen her daughter do, "I know, I know, you never said anything but I know you think about it." I had, but the guilty look on my face was more because I had been more recently thinking of her daughter. "So; I have an idea." Amy explained that she knew I had needs, and she wanted to help. "I know you like my tits. I've seen you staring at them ever since we first met all those years ago." she said softly, then giggled in a way that reminded me of her teenaged daughter. "Today you'll finally get you look at them while you; take care of yourself." I was completely taken aback. I didn't know what to say but I stared at her tits like an idiot and noticed her nipples were poking through her orange top. I saw she was looking at my cock, as if surprised I was not already stroking it. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she teased? I nodded without even fully comprehending what was happening. "I guess I'll go first." she said with a nervous laugh. With that she reached down and slowly lifted her shirt. She was not wearing a bra and her pink nipples were proudly erect. She definitely had very nice tits. I had always thought so, and now here they were, presented to me like a gift just two feet away. Amy looked at me expectantly, "Well?" It seemed we were past the point of no return so I unzipped my shorts and took out my cock. Amy seemed disappointed that it was only semi-hard. I couldn't tell her I had jacked off to thoughts of her daughter just a couple of hours ago. Amy held her tits up to encourage me and I started to stroke my cock while looking at them. I felt a little silly here in my kitchen doing this in front of an old friend, but it was true I had fantasized about them . "That's it" she said as she watched my cock grow in my hands, "Don't be nervous, stroke it for me." The combination of Amy telling me to stroke it for her, and her telling me 'don't be nervous' in the exact same words her daughter had used in this same room earlier today really got me excited. I was now very hard and stroking faster with Amy's soft and sweet encouragement. "You've wanted to see these for a long time haven't you? Maybe one night I'll let you see a little more." I could feel I was already going to cum when she sealed the deal as she pinches her nipples, "Don't wait, cum for me Jack, I know you want to." I spurted all over, getting a little on her foot as I did so. Amy laughed, telling me she could tell that she had surprised me, but how glad she was she could help. "I'll do my best to help you through this Jack. You just call me if you need someone." I thanked her as I took a paper towel and cleaned her foot. "What a gentleman!" she giggled as she put her shirt back on. When I stood up, Amy kissed me on the lips, pushing my now soft and still exposed cock against me. "This will obviously be our little secret." she whispered in my ear. As Amy left out the back door I fell back into a chair. My head was spinning with all the 'secrets' I now shared with these beautiful women. Jack faces his biggest temptation yet in young Sofia With all the temptations in my life, it was becoming tough to focus on anything else. The morning after my neighbor Amy had allowed me to jack off while she bared her tits to me, I ran 5 miles. When I returned home I had a call with my lawyer who was negotiating my settlement with my old company. I had a call with my divorce layer scheduled for later in the day, but my mind was not on the legal and financial complexities in my life. Instead it kept flashing back to Amy's tits and the encouragement she gave as she teased me. To her daughter who shared her mother's habit of not wearing a bra, and who seemed all too aware of the powers of her beauty. And finally to Sofia, the most alluring of them all, who had turned eighteen only yesterday. Somehow the milestone of her birthday made me feel better about the constant fantasizing I had been doing about her perfect plump ass. I felt myself harden and remembered Amy's promise to be available if I needed her. If she wasn't at work it might have been tempting to do so right now. I tried to focus on the documents my lawyer had told me to read, but my mind would simply not rest. I finally decided to cool down in the pool. After a few laps I started to lose myself in the rhythm as I went back and forth. I told myself it was normal for a man to respond like this, I just needed to try to tone down the temptations a little. How could I do that? I finished my final lap and as I got to the side of the pool and reached to pull myself out of the water I saw a vision approach me. It was Sofia wearing a t shirt, little skirt and flip flops. I though for a moment I might be imagining it, but she stopped right in front of me, looking down with a smile. From this angle my face was just in front her her pedicured toes and when I looked up to see her I could see right up her white skirt. Her panties were orange and I could see the bottom of her ass cheeks hanging out. I tried to ignore this and gave her a tight smile. "Hi Mr. Brown, looking good!" "Hi Sofia. You also." Immediately I regretted having said that. I tried to recover. "Err; what brings you over?" I said as I struggled to get out of the water. "Oh, you said I could come by any time to swim? I hope that's ok?" That was true, and at this moment that promise felt like both a huge mistake and pure genius. I saw the look of trepidation on Sofia's face as I squeezed by her to get a towel. "Yes; well; of course. I; " "Great! Thank you, you're sweet. Tina is out of town with her boyfriend and I was bored." I watched as Sofia stripped off her t shirt and kicked off her flip flops. I wanted to look away but I couldn't. She pulled her skirt down and the orange bikini bottoms got pulled down a little with it, revealing a generous amount of her ass crack. Sofia casually pulled it back up, leaving only half of each ass cheek exposed for me. "I'll got for a quick swim then let's catch up inside? Tina texted and said you were lonely over here." I was about to respond but Tina dove gracefully into the water and began to swim. I noticed I was rather hard just from looking at her and made sure I kept the towel in front of me as I retreated to safety of my house. I got changed out of my bathing suit into shorts and a t shirt. I noted that I had chosen an outfit I thought I looked good in, even while chastising myself for trying to impress a teenager. When I came down Sofia was letting herself into the house. She was still wet from the pool and I could see her large nipples as her bikini top clung to her tits. God, she was delicious. I asked her if she wanted a water and she looked at me with her big brown eyes as if to tell me she knew exactly what I was really thinking about. "You know what I'd really like is to smoke a bit. Do you smoke Mr. Brown?" I knew she didn't mean cigarettes. It had been years since I had smoked but I did indeed enjoy it through most of my life. I nodded without thinking. She probably could have had me agreeing too anything with those eyes. "Good!" she smirked. "I'm going to change into dry clothes then we can smoke and talk." she announced as she took panties out of her purse and placed them with her t shirt and skirt. "Do you mind rolling while I'm gone?" she asked as she handed me the weed and rolling papers. She saw my hesitation and teased, "It's ok Mr. Brown; I'm 18 now!" With that she turned and I watched her ass wiggle away to the bathroom. My heart was beating fast as I rolled a joint. This was so inappropriate. I tried to rationalize that Sofia was an adult, then tried to remind myself that I had to be responsible when she returned, but mainly I just thought of her ass. I had never seen one quite that perfect. It really was a fantasy in itself. Sofia came back out after what seemed like just a minute. I hadn't had time to form a game plan. "Look at you. Rolled two! I don't know if I can keep up with you!" I looked down and realized I had indeed rolled two joints. "Oh; I; " Sofia laughed and plopped herself down on the couch beside me, her knee touching mine. She put her hand on my leg and I felt my erection jump a little in my shorts. "Relax Mr. Brown. Let's smoke." I laughed with her and told her to call me Jack. I added that perhaps she should call me Mr. Brown when others were around which made the whole situation seem somehow more illicit. "Light me up Mr. Jack Brown." she said teasingly and I did. She passed me the joint after inhaling and I took in a big hit. I really did need to relax. It may have been a placebo effect but I felt a little high almost immediately. This was definitely stronger weed that I was used to. Or maybe my tolerance had disappeared over the years. Neither Sofia or I spoke for a few hits. I became very aware of my knee touching her leg. Her skin was so soft. I could feel heat coming from her, or my reaction to touching her. "So; I thought a lot about what you told me Jack." My mind reeled trying to think of what I might have told her. Sofia took another hit, then continued, "That I should expect men to want to kiss my ass." I could feel myself blushing as I tried hard not to think about her ass. My erection was proudly forming a tent in my shorts, although hoped she didn't notice. "I; well; " "So at my party last night, this boy who has been chasing me around hit on me pretty hard. Later in the night I decided to give him a chance. I told him if he impressed me with how well he kissed my ass I'd see what I could do for him." My cock twitched and I saw Sofia look at my lap. She continued, "He was eager so we went upstairs. He tried to kiss me, but I pushed him off, then turned around, flipped up my skirt and presented my bum to him." I wanted to tell Sofia how inappropriate it was to tell me this. I wanted to stop the conversation and be a better man. I said nothing as I inhaled and nodded. "Well, he did it Jack, he kissed both cheeks. It felt good, but honestly I knew he wasn't really into it. He just wanted something in return you know?" I nodded sagely, but all I could think about was how lucky he was to get to kiss her remarkable ass. "So I gave him a hand job, which he must have enjoyed because he's been texting me all day. But, I mean you've had a pretty good look at my bum. I think kissing it should be a reward in itself don't you?" I tried to murmur assent, but the words got stuck in my throat. Sofia looked down at the tent again then bent towards me conspiratorially. She spoke in a whisper as she moved her face close to mine, "I think you'd think kissing my ass was a pretty nice reward wouldn't you?" I couldn't pull my eyes away from hers. I had never wanted any girl so much in my life. I knew just how wrong this was but I nodded dumbly. This was not enough for her. Sofia pushed, "Tell me." "Sofia; this is wrong but; I would so love to kiss your ass." She giggled and stroked my cheek then rose so she was looking down at me. "That's what I wanted to hear." Sofia turned and lifted her little skirt, her luscious ass less than a foot from my face. She was wearing little pink panties and asked me if I wanted her to pull them down. I sounded like a fool agreeing anxiously and she giggled at my desperation. "Ok Jack. Today is your lucky day." She lowered the panties so slowly and I watched like a 5 year old would watch a gift being unwrapped. I had fantasized about Sofia's ass so many times in the last days and now it was right here. Finally it was completely bare and she let the panties drop to the floor. Sofia bent forward a little and I could see her asshole and pussy lips. "Enjoy." she said simply. I took this as my cue and started to kiss her plump bottom. I started on the bottom on one cheek and slowly worked my way across it, wanting to kiss every inch. Finally I got to her ass crack and started to kiss along it. Although I had never kissed an asshole before, I wanted to kiss Sofia's with all my being. I was afraid she might pull away if I did so but finally I couldn't resist. I pushed my face between her generous ass cheeks and kissed her asshole passionately. When she simply wriggled and pushed back on my face I murmured a muffled thank you and kissed it again and again like it was my first girlfriend. I eventually pulled away and enjoyed her other ass cheek. While I was kissing it Sofia teased me. "This is what I need Jack. A man who wants me so much he is grateful just to kiss my ass. That's all you want, right?" I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her right here. I wanted her lips around my cock. "Yes; thank you Sofia. Your ass is perfect and I know I am lucky to kiss it." Sofia broke into gales of laughter and r

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Esta semana, en Islas de Robinson, territorio clásico, entre 1968 y 1969. Suenan: BLOOD SWEAT & TEARS - "I CAN'T QUIT HER" ("CHILD IS FATHER TO THE MAN", 1968) / THE IMPRESSIONS - "YOU WANT SOMEBODY ELSE" ("THIS IS MY COUNTRY", 1968) / JIMI HENDRIX EXPERIENCE - "HAVE YOU EVER BEEN (TO ELECTRIC LADYLAND)" ("ELECTRIC LADYLAND",1968) / THE ELECTRIC FLAG - "GROOVIN' IS EASY" ("A LONG TIME COMIN'", 1968) / CANNED HEAT - "TIME WAS" ("HALLELUJAH", 1969 ) / SLY & THE FAMILY STONE - "COLOR ME TRUE" ("DANCE TO THE MUSIC", 1968) / TRAFFIC - "WHO KNOWS WHAT TOMORROW MAY BRING" ("TRAFFIC", 1968) / SPIRIT - "UNCLE JACK" ("SPIRIT", 1968) / NAZZ - "NOT WRONG LONG" ("NAZZ NAZZ", 1969) / LOVE - "I'M WITH YOU" ("FOUR SAIL", 1969) / THE GUESS WHO - "6 A.M. OR NEARER" ("CANNED WHEAT", 1969) / THE CITY - "WHY ARE YOU LEAVING" ("NOW THAT EVERYTHING'S BEEN SAID", 1968) / BUFFALO SPRINGFIELD - "FOUR DAYS GONE" ("LAST TIME AROUND", 1968) / MOBY GRAPE - "HE" ("WOW", 1968) / JEFFERSON AIRPLANE - "GREASY HEART" ("CROWN OF CREATION", 1968) / Escuchar audio

Today, Aliana shares about her mediumship work with animals, but more specifically horses. We also talk about spirit guides, the strength of predictions and readings, and everyday mediumship. Aliana is a medium, animal medium, author, wife, and mother living in Denmark. She has a deep appreciation for the USA and all things country. She shares her home with cats & horses. She has a profound connection with animals.  She is the author of 22 Letters from Uncle Jack, a book about how one Spirit helped her to reveal her inner knowing which explores her spiritual journey and connection with the spirit world.  Her passion for animals lead her to a live talk with Gabby Bernstein and her cat and joined as a guest on Maria Menounos show speaking to her dogs. She believes all animals connect us all and their wisdom can reveal profound insight.  She is on a mission to help people to tap into their inner knowing and discover their own gifts in mediumship. Her readings, particularly in the USA, aim to provide clarity and predictions for a fulfilling life. Always open to bring messages and to be asked every question. Connect with Aliana Ziva Find Aliana Ziva on Instagram www.instagram.com/alianazivathemedium Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Today, Aliana shares about her mediumship work with animals, but more specifically horses. We also talk about spirit guides, the strength of predictions and readings, and everyday mediumship. Aliana is a medium, animal medium, author, wife, and mother living in Denmark. She has a deep appreciation for the USA and all things country. She shares her home with cats & horses. She has a profound connection with animals.  She is the author of 22 Letters from Uncle Jack, a book about how one Spirit helped her to reveal her inner knowing which explores her spiritual journey and connection with the spirit world.  Her passion for animals lead her to a live talk with Gabby Bernstein and her cat and joined as a guest on Maria Menounos show speaking to her dogs. She believes all animals connect us all and their wisdom can reveal profound insight.  She is on a mission to help people to tap into their inner knowing and discover their own gifts in mediumship. Her readings, particularly in the USA, aim to provide clarity and predictions for a fulfilling life. Always open to bring messages and to be asked every question. Connect with Aliana Ziva Find Aliana Ziva on Instagram www.instagram.com/alianazivathemedium Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this episode, Dominic Frisby takes us on a journey into the heart of World War II evacuation, sharing the untold stories from his father's memoir, "Kisses on a Postcard." The narrative unfolds as Dominic discusses the impact of wartime separation, the emotional toll on families, and the often-overlooked sacrifices of ordinary civilians.History Rage and Dominic's Perspective: Dominic shares his frustration with the selective and often politically biased representation of history. He emphasizes the need to recognize the social consequences of historical events, such as the evacuation, which had a profound and lasting impact on families in the UK.Evacuation: The Largest Movement of People: Dominic delves into the scale of the evacuation, highlighting the staggering number of 3.5 to 4 million British children separated from their parents. He explores the diverse experiences of evacuees, from happy moments to the heart-wrenching stories of children who never saw their parents again.Auntie Rose and Uncle Jack: Dominic introduces the remarkable couple, Auntie Rose and Uncle Jack, who took in evacuees, providing love and stability. Uncle Jack, a veteran of World War I, becomes a captivating figure with his anti-authoritarian stance and passion for music.Near-Death Experience during Bombing: Dominic shares a harrowing near-death experience during a bombing raid, recounting the moment when a German soldier spared his father's life as their paths crossed during a crashing plane incident.Tragic Losses and Coping Mechanisms: Dominic discusses the heart-wrenching loss of a young evacuee, Teddy Willis, and the coping mechanisms families employed during wartime tragedies. He touches on the resilience of communities and the often-overlooked sacrifices made by civilians.Arrival of American Soldiers: The episode explores the arrival of American soldiers in Cornwall, bringing a fresh perspective to the village. Dominic discusses the impact on local dynamics, including romantic entanglements and the challenges faced by families.The Legacy of Evacuation: Dominic emphasizes the need to recognize and appreciate the civilian sacrifices made during World War II. He reflects on the impact of oral history in preserving stories and the importance of passing down experiences from generation to generation.Promoting "Kisses on a Postcard": Dominic passionately shares his mission to promote "Kisses on a Postcard" as a powerful story that deserves wider recognition. He invites listeners to explore the music, emotions, and untold stories captured in their stage production.You can, and should listen to the excellent musical “Kisses on a Postcard” by clicking here.You can buy the book that Dominic's father wrote on his experiences from the History Rage BookshopYou can follow Dominic on Twitter @DominicFrisbyYou can follow History Rage on Twitter @HistoryRage and let us know what you wish people would just stop believing using the Hashtag #HistoryRage.You can join our 'Angry Mob' on Patreon as well. £5 per month gets you episodes 3 months early, the invite to choose questions, entry into our prize draws and the coveted History Rage mug. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Welcome to the latest episode of DTL Download Series! In this episode, our host Bruce Jenkins sits down with the team from Uncle Jack's Tavern, featuring special guest Willie Degel. Known for its moderately priced, scratch-made All-American fare, Uncle Jack's Tavern is more than your average neighborhood bar and pub.   Owner and Executive Chef William Jack Degel has redefined the American tavern experience at Uncle Jack's. It's a warm, modern, and friendly setting where craft-made comfort food and cocktails take center stage. Whether you're looking for a casual lunch, a cozy dinner, a private party event, or an after-work gathering, Uncle Jack's offers the perfect scratch-made neighborhood hangout.   During the episode, Bruce and Willie discuss Uncle Jack's signature dishes that keep customers coming back for more. From the indulgent In House Applewood Smoked Bacon with Housemade Peanut Butter and Chipotle Maple Glaze to the mouthwatering General Jack's Boneless Chicken Wings with Sweet & Spicy Classic General Tzao's Sauce, there's something to satisfy every craving.   If you're in the mood for a hearty sandwich, the Jack's Steak Sandwich is a must-try. Featuring Shaved Crusted Prime NY Strip, Caramelized Onions, Grande Mozzarella, and Au Jus on a Signature Roll, it's a true delight. And for those looking for a unique twist, the Lawrenceville Burger combines a Custom W.J.D Blend of Prime Beef with Housemade Peanut Butter, Thick Cut Maple Glazed Bacon, Caramelized Banana, all served on a Pretzel Bun.   Uncle Jack's also offers lighter options, such as the Shaved Brussels Tavern Salad with Thinly Shaved Brussels Sprouts, Marinated Dark Chelan Cherries, Sliced Roasted Almonds, and a Honey Mustard Vinaigrette. And don't miss out on their Crispy Honey Dipped Fried Chicken Basket, accompanied by Cayenne Butter Brushed Corn Medallions, Jalapeno Cheddar Cornbread, and Classic White Gravy.   To quench your thirst, Uncle Jack's boasts two fully stocked bars with an impressive selection of bourbons, whiskeys, scotches, ryes, local tap beers, craft beers, and signature craft-made cocktails. And if you're a wine lover, their handpicked selection of 30 to 40 all-American wines pairs perfectly with the Uncle Jack's Tavern menu.   Tune in to this episode of DTL Download Series to discover more about Uncle Jack's Tavern and how they've revolutionized the American tavern experience. From their inviting decor to their delicious scratch-made dishes, there's something for everyone at Uncle Jack's. Join Bruce Jenkins and guest Willie Degel as they explore the world of Uncle Jack's Tavern - it's an episode you won't want to miss!   Uncle Jack's Tavern Kitchen Hours:   Monday to Saturday: 11:00 am - 10:00 pm Sunday: 11:00 am - 9:00 pm Note: The bar is open for one hour after the kitchen closes. Cheers!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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22 Letters from Uncle Jack: How One Spirit Helped Me to Reveal My Inner Knowing by Aliana Ziva Seeger-Madsen https://amzn.to/49Z5EuH Alianathemedium.com ‘Twenty-Two Letters From Uncle Jack' is Aliana Ziva Seeger-Madsen's story of coming from a place of emotional and spiritual darkness then stepping into the light with the help of her spirit guide. It is a book about the journey around finding out who you really are and embracing that reality. This book traces the process of coming home to yourself through spirituality, transformation, alignment and reality and finding out who you are by changing the way you think. ‘Twenty-Two Letters from Uncle Jack' centers around the principle of letting others know that we are not alone and there is always a spiritual solution to how we feel.

In today's episode, we stumbled upon a post that had us in stitches. An elderly man, Uncle Jack, needed help to dismount his horse after a hip replacement. The hilarity of the replies is a testament to people's knack for humor. #Nextdoorfinds

Meet Uncle Jack, a 100-year-old World War II veteran who defies age as a mega influencer with a staggering 2 million followers across platforms. Alongside him is his grand-nephew and talented artist, Damon Vonn. Together, they have co-authored the incredibly inspiring book Ask Uncle Jack: 100 Years of Wisdom, which speaks volumes about love, kindness, and the awe-inspiring power of nature. In this spirited conversation, Uncle Jack shares his secrets to staying young, his unvarnished thoughts on football, and the birds he treasures. Damon discusses their creative process in writing the book and building a community of followers on social media. A must-listen! BUY THE BOOK here. Connect with Uncle Jack and Damon Ask Uncle Jack's Website: https://askunclejack.com/ Ask Uncle Jack's Book: https://askunclejack.com/collections/all Ask Uncle Jack's TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@askunclejack Ask Uncle Jack's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/askunclejack/ Ask Uncle Jack's YouTube: @askunclejack Ask Uncle Jack's Facebook: @askunclejack  + + + NEXT EPISODE: Art as a Catalyst for Change: A Conversation with Valerie Won Lee +++ ENTER THE HOLIDAY BOOK GIVEAWAY ⁠⁠⁠⁠HERE⁠⁠⁠⁠ -- Scroll down to "JOIN ALEX'S READER LIST" and enter your email. To let us know it's really you and that you'd like to receive emails from us, please click the link in the confirmation email we will send you. You can unsubscribe from these emails at anytime--though you must be on our roll on Dec. 7, 2023 to be eligible for the contest. Your inbox won't regret it. This gets you one entry into the giveaway. ⁠⁠⁠"All the Fits That's News": Alex's Substack⁠⁠⁠ (Free) Alex Greenwood on Medium: ⁠⁠⁠https://a-greenwood.medium.com/⁠⁠⁠ (Subscription) Follow him on X/Twitter:  ⁠⁠⁠⁠@A_Greenwood⁠⁠⁠⁠ Follow him on Threads: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.threads.net/@alexginkc⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Catch Alex's True Crime Show: GOING TO KILLING CITY. Listen on ⁠⁠⁠Apple Podcasts⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠Spotify⁠⁠⁠, and wherever you get your pods! Enjoyed the episode? Please leave us a review on your podcast platform of choice, and don't forget to subscribe for more literary journeys! ⁠⁠⁠⁠LEAVE A REVIEW ON APPLE PODCASTS⁠⁠⁠⁠ For show notes and more, visit the show website at ⁠⁠⁠MGOPod.com⁠⁠⁠. "Holiday Weasel" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 License ⁠⁠http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/⁠⁠ This Mysterious Goings On Podcast episode was recorded and mixed at Green Shebeen Studios in beautiful Kansas City, Missouri. Copyright 2023, all rights reserved. No reproduction, excerpting, or other use without written permission. We are an Amazon Associates seller, and some of our links may earn us a commission. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/j-alexander-greenwood/message

Today we meet Dana Klisanin, Co-Founder and Chief Executive Officer of Evolutionary Guidance Media. Today, we delve into "Future Hack," the first in the "Chronicles of G.A.I.A." series. The kid heroes in this innovative series are recruited by the Global Anticipatory Intelligence Agency (aka: G.A.I.A.) to work on behalf of our fragile planet. This is not just a fun tale, but a beacon of hope and empowerment for our next-gen environmental stewards-- encouraging middle-grade students to think about their futures and champion the planet. Let's meet futurist and author Dana Klisanin.   CONNECT: https://evolutionaryguidancemedia.com https://www.linkedin.com/in/dr-dana-klisanin-6bb12b14/ https://www.danaklisanin.com https://www.facebook.com/dana.klisanin Buy the book here.  + + + NEXT WEEK: We meet Uncle Jack, a 100-year-old World War II veteran, who defies age as a mega influencer with a staggering 2 million followers across platforms. +++ ENTER THE HOLIDAY BOOK GIVEAWAY ⁠⁠⁠HERE⁠⁠⁠ -- Scroll down to "JOIN ALEX'S READER LIST" and enter your email. To let us know it's really you and that you'd like to receive emails from us, please click the link in the confirmation email we will send you. You can unsubscribe from these emails at any time--though you must be on our roll on Dec. 7, 2023, to be eligible for the contest. Your inbox won't regret it. This gets you one entry into the giveaway. ⁠⁠"All the Fits That's News": Alex's Substack⁠⁠ (Free) Alex Greenwood on Medium: ⁠⁠https://a-greenwood.medium.com/⁠⁠ (Subscription) Follow him on X/Twitter:  ⁠⁠⁠@A_Greenwood⁠⁠⁠ Follow him on Threads: ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.threads.net/@alexginkc⁠⁠⁠⁠ Catch Alex's True Crime Show: GOING TO KILLING CITY. Listen on ⁠⁠Apple Podcasts⁠⁠, ⁠⁠Spotify⁠⁠, and wherever you get your pods! Enjoyed the episode? Please leave us a review on your podcast platform of choice, and don't forget to subscribe for more literary journeys! ⁠⁠⁠LEAVE A REVIEW ON APPLE PODCASTS⁠⁠⁠ For show notes and more, visit the show website at ⁠⁠MGOPod.com⁠⁠. "Holiday Weasel" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 License ⁠http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/⁠ This Mysterious Goings On Podcast episode was recorded and mixed at Green Shebeen Studios in beautiful Kansas City, Missouri. Copyright 2023, all rights reserved. No reproduction, excerpting, or other use without written permission. We are an Amazon Associates seller, and some of our links may earn us a commission. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/j-alexander-greenwood/message

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You can also subscribe to the free tier below:WhoMatt Vohs, General Manager of Cascade Mountain, WisconsinRecorded onOctober 10, 2023About Cascade MountainClick here for a mountain stats overviewOwned by: The Walz familyLocated in: Portage, WisconsinYear founded: 1962Pass affiliations: NoneReciprocal partners: NoneClosest neighboring ski areas: Devil's Head (:20), Christmas Mountain Village (:30), Tyrol Basin (1:00)Base elevation: 820 feetSummit elevation: 1,280 feetVertical drop: 460 feetSkiable Acres: 176Average annual snowfall: 50-60 inchesTrail count: 48 (23% advanced, 40% intermediate, 37% beginner)Lift count: 10 (2 high-speed quads, 3 fixed-grip quads, 1 triple, 2 doubles, 1 ropetow, 1 carpet – view Lift Blog's inventory of Cascade's lift fleet)Why I interviewed himContrary to what you may imagine, Midwesterners do not pass their winters staring wistfully at the western horizon, daydreaming only of the Back Bowls and Wasatch tram rides. They're not, God help us, New Yorkers. Because unlike the high-dollar Manhattanite with weeks booked at Deer Valley and Aspen, Midwesterners ski even when they're not on vacation. Sure, they'll tag that week in Summit County or Big Sky (driving there, most likely, from Grand Rapids or Cincinnati or Des Moines), but they'll fill in the calendar in between. They'll ski on weekends. They'll ski after work. They'll ski with their kids and with their buddies and with their cousins. They'll ski in hunter orange and in Vikings jerseys and in knit caps of mysterious vintage. They'll ski with a backpack full of High Life and a crockpot tucked beneath each arm and a pack of jerky in their coat pocket. “Want some,” they'll offer as you meet them for the first time on the chairlift, a 55-year-old Hall double with no safety bar. “My buddy got an elk permit this year.”They ski because it's fun and they ski because it's cold and they ski because winter is 16 months long. But mostly they ski because there are ski areas everywhere, and because they're pretty affordable. Even Vail doesn't break double digits at its Midwest bumps, with peak-day lift tickets reaching between $69 and $99 at the company's 10 ski areas spread between Missouri and Ohio.Because of this affordable density, the Midwest is still a stronghold for the blue-collar ski culture that's been extinguished in large parts of the big-mountain West. You may find that notion offensive - that skiing, in this rustic form, could be more approachable. If so, you're probably not from the Midwest. These people are hard to offend. Michigan-born Rabbit, AKA Eminem, channels this stubborn regional pride in 8 Mile's closing rap battle, when he obliterates nemesis Papa Doc by flagrantly itemizing his flaws.“I know everything he's got to say against me” may as well be the mantra of the Midwest skier. In the U.S. ski universe, Colorad-Bro is Papa Doc, standing dumbfounded after Wisco Bro just turned his sword around on himself:This guy ain't no m***********g MCI know everything he's got to say against meMy hill is short, It snows 30 inches per yearI do ski with a coffee Thermos filled with beerMy boys do ski in camouflageI do ride Olin 210s I found in my Uncle Jack's garageI did hit an icy jumpAnd biff like a chumpAnd my last chairlift ride was 45 seconds longI'm still standing here screaming “Damn let's do it again!”You can't point out the idiosyncratic shortcomings of Midwest skiing better than a Midwest skier. They know. And they love the whole goddamn ball of bologna.But that enthusiasm wouldn't track if Wisconsin's 33 ski areas were 33 hundred-foot ropetow bumps. As in any big ski state to its east or west, Wisco has a hierarchy, a half-dozen surface lift-only operations; a smattering of 200-footers orbiting Milwaukee; a few private clubs; and, at the top of the food chain, a handful of sprawling operations that can keep a family entertained for a weekend: Granite Peak, Whitecap, Devil's Head, and Cascade. And, just as I'm working my way through the Wasatch and Vermont and Colorado by inviting the heads of those region's ski areas onto the podcast, so I'm going to (do my best to) deliver conversations with the leaders of the big boys in the Upper Midwest. This is my sixth Wisconsin podcast, and my 15th focused on the Midwest overall (five in Michigan, one each in Indiana, Ohio, and South Dakota, plus my conversation with Midwest Family Ski Resorts head Charles Skinner – view them all here). I've also got a pair of Minnesota episodes (Lutsen and Buck Hill), and another Michigan (Snowriver) one booked over the coming months.I don't record these episodes just to annoy Colorado-Bro (though that is pretty funny), or because I'm hanging onto the Midwest ski areas that stoked my rabid obsession with skiing (though I am), or because the rest of the ski media has spent 75 years ignoring them (though they have). I do it because the Midwest has some damn good ski areas, run by some damn smart people, and they have a whole different perspective on what makes a good and interesting ski area. And finding those stories is kind of the whole point here.What we talked aboutCascade's season-opening plan; summer improvements; how much better snowmaking is getting, and how fast; improving the load area around Cindy Pop; Cascade's unique immoveable neighbor; the funky fun Daisy mid-mountain parking lot; upgrading the Mogul Monster lift; why Cascade changed the name to “JL2”; Cascade's “Midwest ski-town culture”; Devil's Head; when I-94 is your driveway; why JL2 is a fixed-grip lift, even though it runs between two high-speed quads; other lift configurations Cascade considered for JL2; the dreaded icing issue that can murder high-speed lifts; reminiscing on old-school Cascade – “if the hill was open, we were here”; Christmas Mountain; a brief history of the Walz family's ownership; a commitment to independence; whether slopeside lodging could ever be an option; which lifts could be next in line for upgrades; whether Cascade considered a midstation for Cindy Pop; the glory of high-speed ropetows and where Cascade may install another one; the summer of two lift installations; the neverending saga of Cascade's expansion and what might happen next; the story behind the “Cindy Pop” and “B-Dub” lift names and various trail names; why Cindy Pop is a detachable lift and B-Dub is a fixed-grip, even though they went in the same summer; additional expansion opportunities; why Cascade hasn't (and probably won't), joined a multi-mountain ski pass; and Cascade's best idea from Covid-era operations.Why I thought that now was a good time for this interviewThe National Ski Areas Association asked me to lead a panel of general managers at their annual convention in Savannah last spring. I offered them a half-dozen topics, and we settled on “megapass holdouts”: large (for their area), regionally important ski areas that could join the Indy Pass – and, in many cases, the Epic and Ikon passes – but have chosen not to. It's a story I'd been meaning to write in the newsletter for a while, but had never gotten to.We wanted nationwide representation. In the west, we locked in Mt. Baker CEO Gwyn Howat and Mt. Rose GM Greg Gavrilets. For the eastern rep, I tapped Laszlo Vajtay, owner of Plattekill, an 1,100-footer tucked less than three hours north of New York City (but nearly unknown to its mainstream skier populations). In the Midwest, Cascade was my first choice.Why? Because it's a bit of an outlier. While the Ikon Pass ignores the Midwest outside of Boyne's two Michigan properties, opportunities for megapass membership are ample. Indy Pass has signed 32 partners in the region, and Vail has added 10 more to its Epic Pass. Five of the remainder are owned by an outfit called Wisconsin Resorts, which has combined them on its own multi-mountain pass. The model works here, is my point, and most of the region's large ski areas have either opted into the Indy Pass, or been forced onto a different megapass by their owner. But not Cascade. Here is a mountain with a solid, modern lift fleet; a sprawling and varied trail network; and what amounts to its own interstate exit. This joint would not only sell Indy Passes – it would be a capable addition to Ikon or Epic, selling passes to voyaging locals in the same way that Camelback and Windham do in the East and Big Bear does in the West. And they know it.But Cascade stands alone. No pass partnerships. No reciprocal deals. Just a mountain on its own, selling lift tickets. What a concept.A core operating assumption of The Storm is that multi-mountain passes are, mostly, good for skiers and ski areas alike. But I have not made much of an effort to analyze counter-arguments that could challenge this belief. The Savannah panel was an exercise in doing exactly that. All four mountain leaders made compelling cases for pass independence. Since that conversation wasn't recorded, however, I wanted to bring a more focused version of it to you. Here you go.What I got wrongI said that “I grew up skiing in Michigan” – that isn't exactly correct. While I did grow up in Michigan, and that's where I started skiing, I never skied until I was a teenager.Why you should ski CascadeLet's say you decided to ski the top five ski areas in every ski state in America. That would automatically drop Cascade onto your list. Even in a state with 33 ski areas, Cascade easily climbs into the top five. It's big. The terrain is varied. It's well managed. The infrastructure is first-rate. And every single year, it gets better.Yes, Cascade is consistent and deliberate in its lift and snowmaking upgrades, but no single change has improved the experience more than limiting lift ticket sales. This was a Covid-era change that the ski area stuck with, Vohs says, after realizing that giving a better experience to fewer skiers made more long-term business sense than jamming the parking lot to overfill every Saturday.Every ski area in America is a work in progress. Watching The Godfather today is the same experience as when the film debuted in 1972. But if you haven't skied Vail Mountain or Sun Valley or Stowe since that year, you'd arrive to an experience you scarcely recognized in 2023. Some ski areas, however, are more deliberate in crafting this evolving story. To some, time sort of happens, and they're surprised to realize, one day, that their 1985 experience doesn't appeal to a 21st century world. But others grab a handsaw and a screwdriver and carefully think through the long-term, neverending renovation of their dream home. Cascade is one of these, constantly, constantly sanding and shifting and shaping this thing that will never quite be finished.Podcast NotesOn Wisconsin's largest ski areasI mentioned that Cascade was one of Wisconsin's largest ski areas. Here's a full state inventory for context:On more efficient modern snowmaking I mentioned a conversation I'd had with Joe VanderKelen, president of SMI Snow Makers, and how he'd discussed the efficiency of modern snowmaking. You can listen to that podcast here:On naming the JL2 liftWhen Cascade replaced the Mogul Monster lift last year, resort officials named the new fixed-grip quad on the same line “JL2.” That, Vohs tells us, is an honorarium to two Cascade locals killed in a Colorado avalanche in 2014: Justin Lentz and Jarrard Law. Per the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel on Feb. 16, 2014:Two men from Portage were killed in a Colorado avalanche while skiing over the weekend.Justin Lentz, 32, and Jarrad Law died when they and five other skiers were swept away by an avalanche late Saturday afternoon, friends and family told Madison television station WISC-TV (Channel 3.)The avalanche occurred at an elevation of about 11,000 feet near Independence Pass, roughly 120 miles southwest of Denver.The two skiers were found at the top of the avalanche, said Susan Matthews, spokeswoman for the Lake County Office of Emergency Management."The skiers were equipped with avalanche beacons, which assisted search and rescue crews in locating them," she said.She said authorities believe the seven skiers triggered the slide. Officials found the bodies of Lentz and Law Sunday afternoon but did not release their names.One of Lentz's family members told WISC-TV that the family was notified Saturday night. Lentz was a Portage High School graduate who was in Colorado on a skiing trip. A friend said Law had worked at Cascade Mountain and was an avid skier.WKOW captured the scene at the JL2 lift's opening this past January:It was a bittersweet moment for those at Cascade Mountain as visitors took a ride on a new ski lift named in honor of two late skiers.When it came time to name the new ski lift at Cascade Mountain in Portage, crews at the resort said there was only option that seemed fitting."We tossed around the idea of naming it after a couple of just really awesome guys who grew up skiing and snowboarding here," said Evan Walz, who is the Inside Operations Manager for Cascade Mountain.The name they landed on was JL2. It's in honor of Jarrard Law and Justin Lentz."[I] wanted to cry," Justin Lentz's mother, Connie Heitke, said. "Because I knew that people were still thinking of them and love them as much as when it first happened."Law and Lentz lost their lives to an avalanche while on a backcountry trip in Colorado in February 2014. Heitke said it has been hard but said it's the support from friends and family that helps her get through."[I] still miss him awfully a lot. He was my first. It's coming around and now that I can feel that it was okay because he used to enjoy life," she said.Seeing people gather for the ribbon cutting of the ski lift's grand opening, Heitke said is a fabulous feeling."He [Justin] would have been grabbing my head and shaking my head and shaking me screaming and yelling and hollering just like he did," she said. "Jarrard would have just been sitting over there really calm with a smile on his face enjoying watching Justin."From Lentz's obituary:Justin T. Lentz, age 32, of Sun Prairie, died on Saturday, February 15, 2014 as the result of a skiing accident in Twin Lakes, Colorado.Justin was born on August 7, 1981 in Portage, the son of Robert and Connie (Heitke) Lentz.  He graduated from Portage High School in 2000.  He had worked at Staff Electric in Madison since 2005.  Justin loved skiing, snowboarding, fishing, hiking, mountain biking, and making his weekends better than everyone else's year.    From Law's obituary:Jarrard Leigh Law, 34, of Portage, formerly of Carroll County, died tragically while skiing in Colorado Saturday, Feb. 15, 2014.He was born Dec. 6, 1979, in Freeport, to Joan (Getz) and Robert Law.Jarrard was baptized at St. Peter's Lutheran Church in Savanna and confirmed at Bethlehem Lutheran Church in Portage.He was a 1998 graduate of Portage High School and earned a degree in computer information systems from Madison Area Technical College.For the past 12 years, he was employed by CESA 5 working as a computer technician for the Necedah Area School District.Jarrard was a member of Bethlehem Lutheran Church serving as an usher and communion assistant.He enjoyed skiing, biking, hiking and many other outdoor activities.On Devil's HeadI've long had a low-grade obsession with ski areas that sit near one another. Despite drawing from identical or very similar weather systems, terrain features, and population bases, they ski, look, and feel like completely different entities. Think A-Basin/Keystone or Sugarbush/Mad River Glen – neighbors that exist, it can seem, in different universes.Many versions of this dot the Midwest, with perhaps the most well-known being Nub's Nob/The Highlands, an independent/Boyne Resorts duo that face one another across a Michigan backroad. How different are they? Both ski areas built new lifts this summer. The Highlands removed three Riblet triples and replaced them with one Doppelmayr D-Line bubble six-pack, a chairlift that probably cost more than the Detroit Lions. Nub's Nob, meanwhile, replaced a Riblet fixed-grip quad with… a Skytrac fixed-grip quad. “High-speed chairlifts at Nub's Nob just don't make sense,” GM Ben Doornbos underscored in a video announcing the replacement:Wisconsin's version of this is Cascade and Devil's Head, which sit 14 road miles apart. While both count similar vertical drops and skiable acreage totals, Devil's Head, like Nub's, relies solely on fixed-grip lifts. It's a bit more backwoods, a bit less visible than Cascade, which is parked like a sentinel over the interstate. Vohs and I talk a bit about the relationship between the two ski areas. Here's a visual of Devil's Head for reference:On Christmas MountainVohs spent some time managing Christmas Mountain, 22 miles down the interstate. He refers to it as, “a very small operation.” The place is more of an amenity for the attached resort than a standalone ski area meant to compete with Cascade or Devil's Head. It's around 200 vertical feet served by a quad and a handletow:On the capacity differences between fixed-grip and high-speed liftsCascade runs four top-to-bottom quads: two detachables and two fixed-grips. Vohs and I discuss what went into deciding which lift to install for each of these lines. Detachable quads, it turns out, are about twice as expensive to install and far more expensive to maintain, and – this is hard to really appreciate – don't move any more skiers per hour than a fixed-grip quad. Don't believe it? Check this excellent summary from Midwest Skiers:You can also read the summary here.On high-speed ropetowsI'm going to go ahead and keep proselytizing on the utility and efficiency of high-speed ropetows until every ski area in America realizes that they need like eight of them. Look at these things go (this one is at Mount Ski Gull in Minnesota):On Cascade's expansion and Google MapsMany years ago, Cascade cut a half dozen or so top-to-bottom trails skier's right of the traditional resort footprint. Were this anywhere other than Cascade, skiers may have barely noticed, but since the terrain rises directly off the interstate, well, they did. Cascade finally strung the B-Dub lift up to serve roughly half the terrain in 2016, but, as you can see on Google Maps, a clutch of trails still awaits lift service:So what's the plan? Vohs tells us in the podcast.The Storm explores the world of lift-served skiing year-round. Join us.The Storm publishes year-round, and guarantees 100 articles per year. This is article 90/100 in 2023, and number 476 since launching on Oct. 13, 2019. Want to send feedback? Reply to this email and I will answer (unless you sound insane, or, more likely, I just get busy). You can also email skiing@substack.com. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.stormskiing.com/subscribe

In the 100th Quick Chat episode of The A to Z English Podcast, Xochitl and Jack discuss their new podcast "The Jack & 'Chill Podcast!"Check out their new podcast here:http://atozenglishpodcast.com/episodeshttps://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-jack-chill-podcast/id1709902691https://redcircle.com/shows/the-jack-and-chill-podcastTranscript:00:00:00JackYou're listening to the A-Z English podcast.00:00:12JackWelcome to the A to.00:00:13JackZ English podcast my name.00:00:14JackIs Jack and I'm here with my co-host social and today is the 100th Quick Chat episode and for our 100th Quick Chat social.00:00:24JackI thought we could just talk about.00:00:27JackThe new podcast The Jack and Chill Podcast and UM uh. The first question I have for you is when did you come up with the name? Did it just hit you like a?00:00:37JackLightning Bolt or something?00:00:39XochitlYeah, I think it hit me because I've been thinking about this doing this a podcast like this for a while and I wanted. I thought the premise would be really interesting because.00:00:53XochitlFar apart in eight, we're about like 20 years apart, I guess and.00:00:57JackYeah. Yes.00:01:00XochitlIt's kind of almost, yeah, there's, like, a generation in between us.00:01:04JackWell, it's an odd friendship that you.00:01:06JackKnow they that.00:01:07JackWe forged because. Yeah, it's. It's like when, when would a 26 year old and a 46 or 47 year old, you know, have a conversation about anything really.00:01:20JackYou know.00:01:21XochitlRight. And I think it.00:01:22XochitlIt was just really cool because we had such a natural flow to things and we had so much to talk about and our perspectives on things are like different and our experiences are really different because we grew up in two completely different time frames and we're at 2 completely different life points. You know, I'm not married.00:01:40XochitlI live alone. I'm just like kind of starting my career. Are you already solidly new career married with a kid. And so I just thought, you know, it. It was just such a cool premise. And I was.00:01:52XochitlThinking, OK what?00:01:52XochitlWould we call this, you know, the?00:01:55XochitlWhat would we?00:01:56XochitlCall this and I kind of thought at first like, you know, Uncle Jack in social podcast or something.00:02:03JackAnd culture conservation.00:02:04XochitlI want her name.00:02:05XochitlTo be there and I was like, I don't know what's gonna.00:02:07XochitlBe with me and I'm like Oh yeah.00:02:09XochitlJack and chill perfect.00:02:10XochitlBecause it's like a play on on words and.00:02:14JackJack and Jill, Jack and Phil.00:02:14XochitlYeah, it just was a fun.00:02:17XochitlOn podcast to.00:02:18XochitlMe and our listeners got it right away our.00:02:20XochitlOur AZ listeners, when we put it in the chat, they immediately like ohh Jack and Jill, Jack and Jill. So I thought that was just really fun, yeah.00:02:29JackYeah, I think you're right about the the premise too, because you're kind of an old soul and I'm immature. It's almost like I you could you could take, take me down 10 years and probably move you up, you know, emotionally 10 years.00:02:50JackI mean, I think our, like you said, our experiences and probably some of our our worldview or you know points of view.00:02:58JackAre different, but I would say you know like we're.00:03:02JackWe we pretty much.00:03:03JackCome to the same conclusions a lot of times when it comes to, like politics and social issues and things like that, I think we usually agree on most of that stuff.00:03:13XochitlYeah, despite the.00:03:15XochitlDifferences in like our upbringings and our age gap and and like where we are in our life. I think fundamentally we agree on so many things and yeah.00:03:26JackOur personalities are, you know, we just kind of see in a kind of similar.00:03:30JackOK. And so I think that's what makes for good conversations in the in the podcast. That's why we can chat for one hour and it doesn't. We never lose steam. You know, we don't run out of things to say. We can just keep talking and talking and talking. Yeah.00:03:40XochitlRight.00:03:48XochitlIt's like we might have.00:03:49XochitlTo cut ourselves short because there's no.00:03:51XochitlOne there to.00:03:51XochitlDo it and we could keep going and we could go.00:03:54XochitlFrom one subject to the other, one to the.00:03:56XochitlOther one and.00:03:56XochitlJust keep going and going, it's like.00:03:58XochitlYou know it's it's crazy. So yeah, so.00:04:03XochitlI think that it works really well because.00:04:05XochitlWe have a lot.00:04:05XochitlTo say and a.00:04:06XochitlLot that we.00:04:06XochitlAgree on, and ultimately I think what we.00:04:09XochitlHave to say.00:04:10XochitlTo each other kind of enriches the.00:04:12XochitlSubject That we're talking about.00:04:14XochitlFrom each other's perspective.00:04:14JackYes, from my perspective too, because I, you know, I don't have access to, you know necessarily.00:04:25JackYour viewpoint, because your your experience is, is different because you're growing up. You're in your 20s right now in the 2000 twenties I grew, I went, I turned 20. I was in my 20s in the 90s, you know, so it's like.00:04:39XochitlThat's crazy because I was.00:04:40XochitlLike born in the 90s. So it's like, yeah.00:04:42JackYeah, I know. Isn't that just wild? I'm like, I turned 21 in, like 1998, you know, 199798. And you know, so for me it was like, you know, I'm very much a 90s kid. You know, I'm a 90s kid, but you're you.00:04:49발표자Right.00:04:57JackYou probably would consider yourself like a.00:04:59Jack2010 S.00:05:02JackKid, right. Like something like that.00:05:03JackOr 2000, yeah.00:05:03XochitlI guess he.00:05:06XochitlWas funny cause my generation kind of calls themselves 90s kids cause we were born in the 90s, but my childhood was was born in the mid to late 90s and so my childhood was mostly in the 2000s to 2000s tens and I was thinking that myself.00:05:25XochitlWe're not really.00:05:26Xochitl90s kids because 90s kids are people who.00:05:30XochitlWere kids in the 90s?00:05:31XochitlAnd we were like.00:05:32XochitlBabies in the 90s, we.00:05:33XochitlWeren't like, really.00:05:34XochitlChilling. So it's like.00:05:34JackYou know well, that's.00:05:36JackTrue, I'm a 70s kid. Really. I mean, but I I was born in the 70s, but I don't remember the 70s. But I do remember the 80s. Like, that's when I was a kid. Like when I think of Halloween, this is all stuff that happened in the 80s when ET was like a new.00:05:46발표자Right.00:05:48발표자Right.00:05:52JackMovie, you know, like, like these are these classic films that you that are, like, 30-40 years old, that you're, you know, that you probably watched because your dad made you watch it or something were in the theater. You know, when I was alive, when I was a kid. So yeah, it's, you know, Indiana Jones is like a.00:05:55XochitlRight.00:06:06XochitlYeah, yeah.00:06:13JackYou know, that was like.00:06:15JackA new movie for me.00:06:17XochitlRight. And to me it's like I.00:06:18XochitlDon't even watch it cause it's so.00:06:20XochitlLike stupid to me.00:06:21XochitlBecause I I don't.00:06:22XochitlMean to offend you, just like it. The premise is so sexist and and everything that.00:06:27XochitlWe know now basically you know so like.00:06:30XochitlRidiculous and problematic to people my age, you know? So if if if things think cause.00:06:32JackRight.00:06:36JackYeah, though it does have a lot of problems. The Indiana Jones, if you watch it now, today it it has a lot of problems. I we're now we're talking about movies. So this is definitely.00:06:49XochitlAnother proof.00:06:51JackEvidence. Yeah. Yeah. Like the format of the podcast. Like how, what?00:06:56발표자How did you?00:06:56JackPlan out the like 3 segments like yeah.00:06:59XochitlI kind of just go with the general topic and.00:07:04XochitlIt just comes to me, I don't really plan it. I mean, this is the most freaking jacked social thing ever is like, we don't plan anything. It's just weird. We we can get last minute pretty much every time, but it just kind of comes like a theme. Yeah. Like it's October. And so I wanted, you know, for the first episode I kind of wanted to talk about.00:07:15JackYou love the way you.00:07:25XochitlSome things I've been thinking.00:07:26XochitlAbout for a while that.00:07:28XochitlCultural things about the US that I thought would appeal to a wide range of listeners and that I thought we would have interesting perspectives on because Jack and I grew up in different time periods again and we.00:07:40XochitlSo and in different cultural households, you know, I grew up in a Mexican American household and Jack grew up in a house, all American or what we call all American Caucasian household. Yeah. And so I that was for our first episode. We talked a lot about the culture and how it's evolving because there are changes that I've noticed even in my relatively short lifetime.00:07:50JackRight.00:08:01XochitlAnd I wanted Jack's take on that. I thought that would be really interesting. And I think he delivered it. You know, you guys should listen because I think it's really cool to see how our experiences have differed over a lot of times and what we think about how things are currently, the current cultural climate in.00:08:17XochitlThe United States.00:08:18JackRight on. Yeah. So, uh, listeners out there, check out the the Jack and Chill podcast because this is, you know, social's idea and but I'm 100% in I think it's awesome. It's such a it's such a good.00:08:34JackIdea and yeah, I'm I'm excited to start the.00:08:38JackThe new pod.00:08:40XochitlThanks Jack and uh, I hope to see you guys there and I hope you guys enjoy it. If there's anything you guys would like to talk about, don't hesitate to leave it in the chat and yeah, follow our socials and we'll see you guys next time.00:08:53JackAlright, bye bye.00:08:55XochitlBye bye.Podcast Website:https://atozenglishpodcast.com/a-to-z-quick-chat-100-the-jack-chill-podcast/Social Media:Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/671098974684413/Tik Tok:@atozenglish1Instagram:@atozenglish22Twitter:@atozenglish22A to Z Facebook Page:https://www.facebook.com/theatozenglishpodcastCheck out our You Tube Channel:https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCds7JR-5dbarBfas4Ve4h8ADonate to the show: https://app.redcircle.com/shows/9472af5c-8580-45e1-b0dd-ff211db08a90/donationsRobin and Jack started a new You Tube channel called English Word Master. 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Tim moves from London to a 16th century coaching house in Cornwall, to find it already occupied by a long-dead previous owner - Uncle Jack. Tim and his partner quickly adjust to the constant noise of Jack's spectral footsteps jumping from the upstairs window. But then one night, things change… Written and presented by Danny Robins Editing and sound design: Charlie Brandon-King Music: Evelyn Sykes Theme music by Lanterns on the Lake Script editor: Dale Shaw Produced by Danny Robins and Simon Barnard A Bafflegab and Uncanny Media production for BBC Radio 4

A Good 'Ol Boy Story: Politics & StrippersNew week, new murder. After a dancer gets killed outside a private gentlemen's club Chloe, Lois and Clark investigate in order to find the killer. Concurrently, Senator Jack Jennings comes into town to visit his best friend, Jon, in order to get some help with his new campaign race against Lex Luthor. But Jack's worst problem? He loves strippers a little too much...and one of them just got murdered.Tom Wopat (Dukes of Hazzard, Jonah Hex) special guest stars as Senator Jack Jennings, a.k.a. Uncle Jack. Don't forget to leave those five stars!

An Hour of ComedyFirst, a look at this date in history.Then The Jack Parr Show, originally broadcast September 28, 1947, 76 years ago. "Jack Paar's Report To Consumers:" Hair Tonics. "Uncle Jack's Club For The Kiddies." A look at the post office. The last show of the series.Followed by The Aldrich Family starring Bobby Ellis as Henry Aldich originally broadcast September 28, 1952, 71 years ago, He-Man or Mouse. Henry feels the need to develop muscles and brawn, and gets into a complicated situation trying to retrieve an embarrassing letter.And an episode of Phyl Coe Mysteries, originally broadcast September 28, 1937, 87 years ago, Murder In The Sky. A murderer strikes on a airliner carrying six passengers, high in the sky. Phyl Coe brings the killer to earth. Bud Collyer and Peggy Allenby star.

Born in 1923, Uncle Jack's remarkable 100-year journey has seen him evolve from a boy with a "backyard zoo" through his heroism as a World War II Army Veteran and into the limelight as a Mega Influencer. With over 2 Million followers and growing, Uncle Jack has captured hearts worldwide with his infectious joy, insightful wisdom, and zest for life. Joined by Uncle Jack's nephew, we learn his secrets to longevity, his experience with death, and his perspectives on dying, and we get to learn from a man who just turned 100 years old.  Ask Uncle Jack: 100 Years of Wisdom (launched September 26, 2023 everywhere books are sold)   Website (book also can be purchased from Amazon, Target, Good Reads, Barnes & Noble, etc.)   Follow Uncle Jack and learn more here: https://linktr.ee/askunclejack   DEAD Talks with David Ferrugio engages death a little bit differently. Each new guest shares their experience with grieving or perspective on death in a way that shatters the “don't talk about death” taboo. Grief doesn't end; it evolves. Having lost his father on September 11th when he was 12, he learned the importance of discussion and sharing other people's stories. DEAD Talks Podcast hopes to make it a little easier to talk about grief, loss, death, mourning, trauma, or whatever it may be. You may cry, but you also may laugh. ⁠Follow DEAD Talks Podcast on YouTube, Instagram, TikTok + more⁠ ⁠www.deadtalks.net⁠

You've probably heard the incredible story of Nearest Green, the former slave who taught Jack Daniel how to make whiskey. If you haven't, you're in for a treat. If you have, I invite you to dive deeper into the story, the history, the mission and the legacy, guided by Fawn Weaver, Founder and CEO of Grant Sidney, Inc. (GSI), a privately held investment company, which owns Uncle Nearest Premium Whiskey.        Uncle Nearest is currently the fastest-growing American whiskey brand in U.S. history. A brand she founded with her husband in 2016 and has since made her mark on history, culture and the spirits industry. After learning about Uncle Nearest, a formerly enslaved man who taught Jack Daniel how to make Tennessee whiskey, Fawn was on a mission to solidify, or as she says, cement the legacy of Nearest Green. Uncle Nearest as he was referred too, was the first known black master distiller, which up until that point when Fawn started this journey, was sadly lost in history and less known by a wider audience.        Fawn and her husband purchased the 300-acre farm in Tennessee, where Nearest taught Jack how to distill and has since been on a mission to bring this legacy to life through the bottle, its award winning liquid and incredible story. As actor Jeffrey Wright (a passionate consumer and collaborator of Uncle Nearest) who you'll know from popular series and films like Westworld, Shaft, The Batman, James Bond No Time To Die and many others, says…”its a story that unifies us.”        There was a deep love and respect between Jack Daniel and Uncle Nearest. This is a story of love and respect, not a story of a successful historical white man taking advantage of a black man. But just like Uncle Jack, as he's known in Tennessee, Uncle Nearest's legacy deserves to stand on its own and to never be lost again.        Fawn and her team are ensuring people will be telling the story of Uncle Nearest for generations to come, but also uplifting and supporting so many other brands along the journey.  Please enjoy the conversation with storyteller, serial entrepreneur and sprits industry innovator Fawn Weaver.     Discover more about REPÚBLICA DEL CACAO: https://bit.ly/3ZRoVIv     For more info on Uncle Nearest: https://bit.ly/464ow8N     Follow Uncle Nearest on Instagram: https://bit.ly/45YVDdR     Follow Founder and CEO Fawn Weaver on Instgram: https://bit.ly/3ZacgkS     The Story of Nearest Green w/ Jeffrey Wright: https://bit.ly/3sPcEJ9     Follow On The Pass: http://bit.ly/3Kvgm1n     Follow our Host, Gabriel Ornelas: http://bit.ly/3YS964b     Read Gabriel's Articles: http://bit.ly/3SnOsGG     Lets work together! Get in contact: www.gabrielornelas.com

Today we get our tusks wet with Phoenix Wilder and the Great Elephant Adven-- An Elephant's Journey. We have reason to speculate that they changed the title because they wanted to franchise this movie out at one point, and then decided to make it a standalone film after realizing that it sucked ass in every conceivable way. Undeserving self-serving opening credits! Forgetting Phoenix! Collapsing a camp tent on an unconscious criminal! Eating an orange like an asshole! Visiting white-savior trope! Lack of justice for Uncle Jack! Anarchist unions! Chugging cave runoff water! Elephants understand English! Bottomless wood bags! High-gloss poacher head-shot folders! Hyping up the helicopter! Lugging along loose tusk bouquets, and much, much more on this week's episode of The Worst Movie Ever Made!   "Fuck polar bears." - Chris www.theworstmovieevermade.com 

Lauren-Blair Donovan ends this run of break downs with the Mac dubbed "Trail of the Century". We talk about Maureen being more cat like than ever, Brian Unger as the lawyer, and Uncle Jack's big hands. Enjoy!

In this episode, historian and author Jane Gulliford Lowes tells us about the daily lives of Royal Air Force Bomber Crews in 1943, including the story of her Great Uncle. With absolutely astonishing attrition rates, her Uncle Jack's survival is nothing short of remarkable. The story also brings us some insight into the amount of stress these young men experienced, no doubt having lasting effects on those who survived the war. While not air force-specific, we do have an episode coming up in a couple of weeks that talks about combat fatigue and PTSD, and how we approach it so differently now. Jane's website (https://www.justcuriousjane.com/) Above Us the Stars: 10 Squadron's Bomber Command - The Wireless Operator's Story (https://www.justcuriousjane.com/above-us-the-stars/ with links to purchase or Amazon Affiliate Link https://amzn.to/3ILSBAC) (About Affiliate Links http://www.motheroftanks.com/ads-sponsors-and-affiliate-links/) --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mother-of-tanks/message

This is a very special episode, as it is number 100 for Kites and Strings.  Can you believe it... 100 episodes!?  We're so thrilled about reaching this milestone and are really happy with our guest this week.  We really rose to the challenge of finding something interesting and worthy of our 100th episode.  Our guest on momentous episode person is Uncle Jack, from AskUncleJack fame on TikTok, and more recently, Instagram.  You see, Uncle Jack is in his 100th year, and he and his nephew Damon discuss that and share amazing stories from Uncle Jack's younger years and offer just plain amazing tips on how to live.  All to the tune of over 1.3M TikTok followers and videos that are nearing 27M views (at the time of recording this episode). Some would argue that Uncle Jack is not a true artist, musician, etc., but to that we call bullshit."  Uncle Jack, who refers to himself as a naturalist, is every bit a creative who has adapted and has found an awe inspiring manner in which to move through this world. Through their work together producing videos, it is easy to see that Uncle Jack and Nephew Damon inspire each other and that their is a genuine desire to help Uncle Jack share his words of wisdom and inspiration with others and the numbers indicate that it is of value. In this episode we learn about Uncle Jack's relationship with Damon, early stories of childhood and interfacing with animals and nature, and we get such a great feel for how Uncle Jack has made it this far.  In short, we have a great time exploring how Uncle Jack has grabbed his String and flown his Kite for nearly 100 years. as Nephew Damon says in this podcast, it is expensive being Uncle Jack's age and therefore, they welcome donations through Uncle Jack's gofundme page. That link is listed below along with several other liks to social media Uncle Jack LinksGoFundMe, https://www.gofundme.com/f/askunclejackLinktree: @AskUncleJack, https://linktr.ee/askunclejackTikTok: @AskUncleJack, https://www.tiktok.com/@askunclejack?lang=enInstagram:  @AskUncleJack, https://www.instagram.com/askunclejack/?hl=enUncle Jack's Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5ujj49bxbAGTe7OVyz8ixp?si=1c1edc108aae457a&nd=1Kites and Strings links:Here's how you can find Kites and Strings out there in the interwebs.Kites and Strings Website: https://www.kitesandstrings.com/​​Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kitesandstringspodcastTwitter:   @KitesandstringsInstagram:  @Kites_and_stringsemail: Kitesandstringspodcast@gmail.comKites and Strings' theme music is by Harrison Amer, and all other music if from Purple Planet Music at Purpleplanet.com.   The Kites and Strings logo-design is by Cole Monroe at Blue Stag Creative.

We watched the movie John Dies at the End, based on the book John Dies at the End and yes that is Paul Giamatti. It is a wild movie with the craziest hand situation since Uncle Jack so go and watch it.

In today's special episode I will share my original story, The Gathering. This story was inspired by childhood Thanksgiving gatherings, which we celebrate in October in Canada. Extended family, cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents would gather at my Great Aunt Marselle's house, which had belonged to her father before her, on the outskirts of Quebec City.The Skylark Bell is brought to you by: Phaeton Starling Publishing and Things with Wings Productions.The Skylark Bell official website - http://www.theskylarkbell.comThe Skylark Bell on Instagram: @theskylarkbellAuthor/Producer: Melissa Oliveri - http://www.melissaoliveri.comJoin Melissa's Patreon for early access to podcast episodes, music downloads, and more: http://www.patreon.com/melissaoliveriMelissa on Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/theskylarkbellMelissa on Twitter: @melissaoliveriMelissa on Mastodon: https://mastodon.social/@melissaoliveriAll music by Cannelle: http://www.cannellemusic.comCannelle on Instagram: @cannelle.musicOfficial Merch Shops: http://www.melissaoliveri.com/storeFULL TRANSCRIPT: Things with Wings productions presents – A Special Thanksgiving episode of The Skylark Bell. I'm your host, Melissa Oliveri.In today's special episode I will share my original story, The Gathering. This story was inspired by childhood Thanksgiving gatherings, which we celebrate in October in Canada. Extended family, cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents would gather at my Great Aunt Marselle's house, which had belonged to her father before her, on the outskirts of Quebec City. This is the same house in which I encountered the ghost of Jack. You can hear that story in an episode called Jack's Room, which was the very first Fantome Friday episode in season 1. Unlike my encounter with Jack's ghost, our Thanksgiving gatherings were quite pleasant and featured mounds of food, often cooked from traditional family recipes, a selection of desserts from the patisserie, cousins to play with, which as an only child was a lot of fun for me, and a series of rooms filled with antique furniture and ancient family trinkets to explore. A few days ago, with the prospect a blank Friday in my calendar for The Skylark Bell, I asked my husband if he had any thoughts on how to integrate ghosts into a Thanksgiving story. Our conversation led to the story you are about to hear...So, grab a blanket and a warm drink, and let's get started.Every Thanksgiving they gather. They come from near and far, bearing dishes and gifts and smiles. They cook, they eat, they converse, they embrace, and then they go back to where they came from.They gather in the kitchen and prepare Great-Grandmother Elisabeth's fancy sandwiches. She looks over their shoulders, and notes they forgot to add the celery salt. They reminisce about how Elisabeth once single-handedly prepared an entire meal for twelve and barely broke a sweat. Elisabeth remembers that day, she was exhausted and relieved when everything turned out as well as she had hoped, she smiles at the memory.Next they make Auntie Laurette's meat pies. They clap the flour off their hands, and it floats into the air, landing on their noses on in their hair. They carefully roll the dough just so, the way they were taught years ago, and laugh as they tell the story of the time Auntie Laurette burned the pies, all those years ago, and no one said a word as they quietly choked down the dry, brittle meal, thankful for the many jars of green tomato chutney served to accompany it. Laurette sits in the corner, quietly observing, she was always a little shy.Now it's time to prepare Great Aunt Carmen's fudge. They recall how she perfected the recipe, whisking the boiling mixture non-stop for fifteen minutes, and they wonder how in the world she did it well into her eighties. Once the fudge is poured into the pan and left to cool, they open jars of marmalade painstakingly made from Grandma Rachel's recipe and spread it between the layers of the rich vanilla cake before covering it in thick, creamy frosting. All the while they tell tales of Carmen and Rachel's childhood, how they would ride in a horse and carriage to visit their summer home on the island, and how one summer their father gifted each of them a pet hen... tales from another time, entirely. Rachel and Carmen stand on the other side of the counter, tall and proud, listening to the stories they themselves told a hundred times over.It is now time to set the table. Great-Grandpa Donald watches as his mother's silverware is set atop the table with special care given to the placement of each utensil. The dark burgundy tablecloth and matching napkins were a wedding gift he received when he and Rachel married. They are adorned with intricate embroidery around the edges, and still look nearly new despite decades of family gatherings. Donald looks at Rachel from across the room and their eyes lock for a moment as a lifetime of memories passes between them.In the vestibule, the twins make faces at each other in the ornate mirror hanging on the wall. The mirror was hand-carved by Grandpapa Alfred in his youth. Alfred looks on at the giggling children, his heart aglow, family always was his pride and joy. On the bench behind them a mother braids her daughter's hair the way Nona Maria taught her when she was a girl. Just as she is finishing up, the girl's younger cousin requests to have her hair braided the same way. Nona Maria sits on the end of the bench, a gentle smile forming on her lips as she recalls her own mother braiding her hair when she was that age. In the storage closet at the back of the house someone opens an antique trunk and lifts out three metal trivets and two bronze candle holders. Uncle Jack stares on. It was his trunk, before. The trunk followed him to war, and it followed him home. Now it houses rarely used holiday fancies; lace table coverings, silver serving trays, tapered candles and the like. The festive tableware in the trunk is such a stark contrast to the horrors of war. Jack watches as the finishing touches are put on the table setting and grins, everything is perfect.At last, it is time to gather and share the sandwiches, meat pies, fudge, cake, and various other dishes prepared for the celebration. At the children's table, the twins scoop endless piles of mashed potatoes onto their plates, one turning his into a snowman, the other turning hers into a volcano erupting with peas and gravy. One-by-one, the smallest boy sneaks his carrots under the table to the dog patiently waiting there, both of them grateful for the other's existence. The girls with the braids sit next to one another in their matching dresses. The younger girl imitates the older girl, holding her pinky up as she sips on her tea. She doesn't much like tea, but she fully intends to keep that to herself.At the main table, the adults share stories as they pass platters around. No one seems to mind the scattering of breadcrumbs on the tablecloth. Their conversation gets louder as the meal wears on, their laughter drowning out the sound of the silverware clinking against the antique china dinnerware. They share stories of new jobs and old jobs, new loves and old loves, new worries and old worries, things that happened this year and plans they have for next year. They clink their glasses, sharing their well-wishes for one another, all while the food, lovingly prepared while enjoying each other's company, slowly disappears from their plates.Behind them, the ghosts of Great-Grandmother Elisabeth, Auntie Laurette, Great-Aunt Carmen, Grandma Rachel, Great-Grandpa Donald, Grandpa Alfred, Nona Maria, and Uncle Jack look on, grateful that their names are still spoken, that their stories are remembered. Grateful that they live on in the memories and traditions of their family. They think back to the days when it was them preparing and eating the Thanksgiving Meal while telling stories of their grandparents, aunts, and uncles. They stand tall and proud, surrounded by the sights and sounds of family, thankful for what has come to be, and for what is still to come.Thank you so much for listening.  Join me over the next few weeks for a series of very special episodes as we celebrate the 1 year anniversary of Songs from The Skylark Bell, the official soundtrack to the podcast. The episodes will feature track-by-track commentary with the inspiration and method behind each song. An extended version of the episode will also be available exclusively to Patreon subscribers. Speaking of Patreon, I am preparing my annual Subscriber holiday gift, a wooden doll ornament inspired by a character from the upcoming season of The Skylark Bell - Skyedive. There's still time for you to join if you'd like to receive one, just click the link in the show notes. As a Patreon subscriber you'll also get early access to future podcast episodes and downloads of all my original music including Songs from The Skylark Bell. Don't forget to follow me on social media, primarily Instagram and Facebook, and more recently Mastodon, to stay up to date on current projects and upcoming episodes. Again, all links can be found in the show notes.If you enjoyed this story, please consider leaving a review on Apple Podcasts, and/or a rating on Apple podcasts or Spotify. This helps my story gain visibility among the numerous podcasts out there, and it also makes me smile. I also appreciate referrals, is there someone in your life who enjoys the eerie and unusual? Send them a link to the podcast! Downloads for The Skylark Bell have skyrocketed recently, and that is thanks to all of you.Speaking of thanks, on this holiday focused on gratitude, I want to express how thankful I am for my family, the warmth of our home, our health, and our love and respect for one another. I am also thankful for the opportunity to work on my various creative projects, and how they allow me to connect with fellow creatives. Last but not least, I am thankful for you – without you these stories and songs quite simply would not exist. So thank you, as always, for listening, and if you are celebrating, have a wonderful Thanksgiving.Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/theskylarkbell/exclusive-contentAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

It's here!  Holiday Season.  For many this can be a fun time of year, but for a lot of us it creates a lot of stress and anxiety.  Today I am sharing a training that I did right in my free Facebook Group: Emotional Resilience.  I cover how you can change your mindset and emotional experience without anyone else needing to be different. (including Uncle Jack with his off-side comments)You can join Emotional Resilience here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/amandahessLet's be friends on IG: https://www.instagram.com/fuckyourdisorder/Book a Strategy Call: amandahess.ca/bookacall

David and Isabelle name that any time you're meeting with family, traveling, disrupting routine, and then you throw in kids—how do we do this? Let's start with dinner, and then work our way back to how you get there. Whenever you're going out to eat with family…family is a tricky word. Family describes ritual—people who get together at different times, don't have to be related. Whoever is in your network, where you go. Kids really need help knowing the story behind people, understanding the story behind Uncle Jack and Aunt Sue—it can help create connecting moments by throwing in novelty. Kids can be really honest and if it's boring, they may ask: “Why are you boring?” Also, we love Aunt Sue. Partners might use this, too, not just kids. Let alone how family stuff can be so loaded, you may not want to share the same room with some people, there can be anxiety, and anticipatory dread. Part when you're going to go visit v. hosting—how do we cope with the different layers of anxiety. With a heavier family situation—bring the toolbox, especially with kids. Before you leave, have a backpack, help your child pick toys (even if they're 14), headphones, and talk about where you can use your phone or play games. What about the interesting power struggle of having kids sit at the table until everyone is finished eating—let's think about that differently, because sitting for that long is so hard for kids, and adults, with ADHD—and why is hosting so FUN, because you're always translating your restlessness into effective hosting. Most people with ADHD fall into really good host and amazing networker, and we can also know how to help people feel connected and welcome because we know how hard it can be to be isolated. Take breaks with your child. Be honest about how long it's going to be (like 3.5 hours, not "just 15 more minutes"), and be realistic about what battles you're going to pick with your child.  Sometimes when we think about social norms we're trying to show and build the frustration tolerance in our children—we place such a load and raise the stakes so much for the holidays, and we forget that that is a set up with kids. The more you raise the expectations and raise the stakes, the more it's asking for disaster. For the parents who feel that pressure, judgment, and family rules—really hard to have an unreasonable expectations and have them passed on. Can be helped to know that expectations are resentments waiting to happen—and let the table know the expectation we're actually dealing with (eg. We're trying to help kid finish food, as opposed to sit quietly for an hour). Have a wonderful moment with your family, knowing that the most unconventional moments are the memory makers. Also can be really overstimulating, and have a plan for what to do then ahead of time, and how to manage that. How do we recognize we are overstimulated? Isabelle went to Costco and only realized 3 hours later how she was overstimulated. We're all going to feel things differently, but certain things will always be overstimulating: loud noise (increases heart rate) and triggers your fear response. Think about that moment you left a loud concert or house party and that moment when you walk into the cold night air and then you take a breath—knowing that we're overstimulated is really hard to notice (want to work on with a therapist or close friend)—we can tolerate the heat getting turned up really high and we don't notice it until it's at a certain point. David knows he's overstimulated when he's worried about breaking things or bumping into people. When Isabelle starts to feel she's obstacle coursing it, that's when she's overstimulated. Sometimes being overstimulated is really good, or really bad—it's not necessarily one thing or another: it's what's appropriate for the moment. David will sometimes look at his partner where she's like “we don't have time for that.” Getting signs and knowing these things, like with your kid—“I noticed that you were walking around with your hands balled up”—“can I check in on you at Meemaw's house when you're hands are clenched, maybe we can go on a walk with me?” Walks are important intervention: changes environment, smells open up, visual stimulation, movement. Or have a place in Dodge—a weighted blanket in the basement, watch a couple of TikTok's. Isabelle describes the giant mega Christmas party they'd attend that included all these pockets of peace and respite—like smoke breaks (side note: folx with ADHD being drawn to the stimulant with nicotine, but also the habit of taking breaks with a few different people). How valuable it might be not only notice your kid's cues and give them prompting, but also how it might feel for your kid “I'm getting overstimulated, you know I notice my jaw is tight, and I feel like I'm going to bump into things a lot, I need to go for a walk, want to come with me?” We want to make “Calm Down!” not a swear word. It's usually the opposite effect—we're often not saying this to ourselves, we're telling other people to do it. Do it with a partner, the more premeditated it is—you can be predictable and take a break. Boundaries are not personal, even though they almost always feel that way. David uses the example of the briefcase where he keeps his notes—if he saw anyone going near it, he'd freak out, because it has to do with his boundary around client confidentiality, but it's not about who is doing it (whether it's a stranger or a partner). You can set the boundary just by changing the subject. We take boundaries personally, we also think boundaries are about what we're asking the other person to do, when actually—(pause for effect)—the boundary is what you're going to do. For example, Isabelle will find herself being asked for therapeutic advice at family functions, but the boundary when she doesn't want someone to talk about the thing, but it's the moment she changes the subject, walks away, etc. it's the moment where I actually set the boundary for myself. It's not about getting the person to stop talking, it's giving them something to chew on, like a sandwich, so they can't talk about it. And another caveat: as inveterate people pleaser, Isabelle's discomfort shoots up, and it doesn't feel better to her to set a boundary, but it's a short term huge burst of discomfort that she's trading for a long haul sense of self-betrayal, or being worn down, or all the bigger consequences that come from not having a boundary. You tend to have to set boundaries again and again, and it rarely gets easier, you just get more well versed at how you do it. This reminds David of putting on sunscreen—it's so gross, he hates the greasy stuff, but it's better than getting the sunburn. The boundary setting can be announced or not announced. And one of the powers of ADHD: engage ADHD distraction mode when someone starts talking about something you're not about. Like do Delorians need special garages so the doors would still open? Like moths to a flame, we might pay more attention to someone when you're annoying you, or you're preparing to debate them. David's method is singing George of the Jungle to get rid of the earworm. Isabelle thinks about the muzak track in the elevator of your brain, and her's, since childhood, has been “Take a Letter, Maria,” which has some surprising lyrics about a man asking his secretary on a date while having her dictate a letter to break up with his wife (to be fair, he catches her cheating at the beginning of the song). This leads them to discussing the "Do you like pina coladas" song and how it's about two people who were cheating on each other in the personal section of the newspaper. Now you have some great smalltalk for your family dinner!George of the Jungle Theme Song (with scenes from the live action gem of a movie)"Take a Letter, Maria" by R.B. Greaves (lyrics)"Escape (The Pina Colada Song)" by Rupert Holmes (lyrics) Holiday-ing survival tips Prep your toys, esp. headphones. Figure out when and how you can use them. Re-examine staying at the table until everyone is done Take breaks with your partner or child Be realistic about what the actual time spent at dinner, etc. will be and let everyone know Consider not raising your expectations just to meet family pressure: reframe what your expectations are Most unconventional moments lead to great memories and bonding  Holidays can be overstimulating, esp. loud noisesget out of dodge (walks are great) or separate, set a timer, and enjoy some TikTok Model the moves for yourself, don't make “calm down” a swear word Boundaries  almost always feel personal, but they rarely are About what you're going to do, not what other person needs to do can mean trading short term pain of setting the boundary for long term hurt (of self-betrayal, etc.) -----Cover Art by: Sol VázquezTechnical Support by: Bobby Richards—————

Aldhani & The Axe Forgets. The only thing I love more than hanging out in Space Scotland is having a Space Heist. Ivan & Red hate nepotism, but when Nightcrawler scribe Dan Gilroy is brought in by his brother Tony, exceptions will be made. Star Wars is good again? Check out Red & Maggie Tokuda-Hall's podcast, Failure to Adapt, available on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, or via RSS As always: Support Ivan & Red! → patreon.com/boarsgoreswords Follow us on twitter → @boarsgoreswords Find us on facebook → facebook.com/BoarsGoreSwords

With a global pandemic, possible nuclear war, and climate crisis, the End of Days seems closer than ever. Fortunately, one person is prepared: the mother of Sophie Lawhead. From traumatizing bedtime stories about survival, to sending “care packages” with knives, ketchup packets, obituaries, and more - Sophie's mom is ensuring that her children are prepared for the impending apocalypse. Sophie discusses other eccentric family members, such as her gun-wielding, bellybutton-pierced Aunt Marlene and her peyote-selling, cross-dressing Uncle Jack. Lastly, she shares stories about working in Silicon Valley, including an ice sculpting competition between chainsaw-wielding Santas that went haywire. Bio: Sophie Lawhead is a Bay Area comedian. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/emb-family/message

Harper Lee - To Kill A Mockingbird - Episode 2 - Innocence, Motifs And The Power Of Language! Hi, I'm Christy Shriver, and we're here to discuss books that have changed the world and have changed us. I'm Garry Shriver, and this is the How to Love Lit Podcast. This is our second episode over that great American classic, To Kill a Mockingbird. Last week, we introduced our author and both of her published books. We compared them briefly, looked at the titles of each, and then focused more specifically on the origins and inspirations of Mockingbird. We looked at Lee's historical moment and argued that Lee's novel, although set in the 1930s was far more interested in the world of the 1950s than the 1930s- a world struggling with civil rights. We will develop the theme of racial injustice in the second part of the book, of course, but today as we lay the ground work for that part, we will continue our focus on part 1. Last episode we ended our discussion talking about Maycomb, the tired old town where Lee set her story, a town which could be seen more like a character than an actual place. Maycomb is a broken place and this brokenness is on display in several ways. Part one only hints at the racial division that is the focus of the second section but that doesn't mean it isn't setting us up for it. Lee carefully introduces several major themes and motifs then she proceeds to developed throughout and beyond the trial. These themes should be considered as we read the section part of the book, for one reason because they provide a framework from which we should understand the insanity of the trial and its aftermath. If you can't understand Maycomb, you would not believe such a facade of a trial could even be possible. So, Christy, can we say the primary role of section one is foreshadowing, then? No. I would absolutely say not the primary role. There is forshadowing, for sure, and it surfaces in many different ways, but it's the the primary role. Harper Lee is laying the framework for a larger discussion than race. Race is the context, but she is framing the racial discussion that will come. Maycomb is the microcosm of society at large- any society, not just the segregated South of her days. The disease of racism, and she does call it a disease, has several causes, and it's the cause of this disease that she's exploring. The first half is charming and disarming. It's less intense and emotionally jarring than the second. The language gets more offensive the closer we get to part two, but she's setting us up for how she wants us to understand the racism we will soon be exposed to, and what she thinks we can and should do to address it. Her argument is nuanced and much of it is delivered through the words of Atticus and Calpurnia, although Uncle Jack and Miss Maudie weigh in as well. It's illustrated through the actions of the children as they interact with the different groups in their community: the Cunninghams, the Radleys, The Ewell's and Mrs. Dubose. Lee explicitly discusses man's relationship with power, its use and abuse of it, She blatantly spells out for us what a mockingbird symbolically represents and the principle protecting the innocent. Atticus not only tells his children to learn to understanding the lived experience of those around them, but forces this lesson upon them in what comes across as a very cruel way to learn a life lesson. The setting of part 1 is the playful existence of childhood innocence, but as we walk with Scout, we are to learn these same life-lessons before she forces us to apply them in this adult world of experience which is cruel and ruthless in many ways. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Uncle Jack was forcibly removed from his mother as a baby and denied his Aboriginality. A one-off trip to Fitzroy connected him with a family he didn't know about, and promptly landed him in jail (R) (CW: Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander listeners please be aware — this interview contains the voice of someone who has died)

Uncle Jack was forcibly removed from his mother as a baby and denied his Aboriginality. A one-off trip to Fitzroy connected him with a family he didn't know about, and promptly landed him in jail (R) (CW: Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander listeners please be aware — this interview contains the voice of someone who has died)

A repost of episode #103 In loving memory of Uncle Jack Charles. We send our deepest condolences to the people of the Boon Wurrung, Dja Dja Wurrung, Woiwurrung and Yorta Yorta nations on the loss of Uncle Jack Charles. Stolen from his loving family as a child, he embraced all with love and kindness and was a vital artist until the end.---Jack Charles, known respectfully and affectionately as Uncle Jack Charles is a survivor who has much to tell about life, starting from the impact of being one of the Stolen Generation; Indigenous children forcibly removed from their families as a result of various government policies. Uncle Jack's life has traversed orphanages, prison, addiction, recovery, art, theatre, activism, advocacy… he is a survivor. We speak with Jack about his incredible life and he delves into deep issues of society, all the while maintaining his indisputable charm.Warning: please be advised this episode contains graphic content.Show notes for Episode 103:Your hosts are Meshel Laurie and Emily WebbWith thanks to Uncle Jack CharlesMore about Bastardy the documentaryLike us on Facebook ​Follow us on Instagram or TwitterSupport us on PatreonVisit our BookshopListen on Apple PodcastsListen on Google PodcastsListen on SpotifyIf you have any information on the cases covered by this podcast, please contact Crime Stoppers on 1800 333 000.Thank you for listening!Support this show http://supporter.acast.com/australiantruecrime. For a few dollars per month, you can listen to every episode early and ad free, access fortnightly bonus content, and even get your name shouted out on the show! Become a subscriber to Australian True Crime Plus here: https://plus.acast.com/s/australiantruecrime. Our GDPR privacy policy was updated on August 8, 2022. Visit acast.com/privacy for more information.

This week, Maggie & Tim are joined by director, actor and writer Jay Chandrasekhar to talk about Season 3 Episode 4: The Greatest Adventure in the History of Basic Cable. The one where Shawn's Uncle Jack takes them on an adventurous treasure hunt like never before. Sponsors: Thrive Causemetics- You can get 15% off your first order when you visit thrivecausemetics.com/PINEAPPLE Ritual- Visit ritual.com/PINEAPPLE for 10% off your first three months! Follow, Follow, Follow! Instagram: @thepsychologistsarein Twitter: @psychologistpod Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices