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Kevin Sorbo wants you to know that having a gun and using it is perfectly compatible with Christianity. We discuss THE RELIANT (2019), a right-wing Christian movie in which the Second Amendment survives the fall of civilization. PLUS: Speaking of right-wing movies, it looks like ol' Sheriff Buford Pusser was hiding a secret. Join us on Patreon for an extra episode every week - https://www.patreon.com/michaelandus Our classic episode on the original Walking Tall - https://www.patreon.com/posts/503-suggested-by-99355800

In this episode of Crime Wire Weekly, hosts Jim Chapman and Kelly Jennings discuss a series of trending crime stories, including the horrific road rage shooting in Louisiana that killed a pregnant teen, Sheriff Buford Pusser is determined to have killed his wife according to Tennessee investigators, Chuck-E-Cheese is Arrested for theft, 54 people are shot in Chicago over the Labor Day weekend, these stories and more today!(See topics below) *This is a preview, links to listen to the full podcast by following "Crime Wire Weekly" are below.Timestamps03:00 Louisiana Road Rage Shooting Leads to Murder of Teen.07:00 Iowa Woman Begs Patrons to Start Her Interlock15:47 Postal Inspector Charged with 400k Fraud23:30 Dismembered Leg Found in Tennessee Lake May Lead to Solving Cold Case27:40 Paris Woman Forced to Stay in Hotel w/ Stranger During Flight Delay30:30 Chuck-E-Cheese is Arrested“Walking Tall” May Be a Wife Killer(54) Shot Over Labor Day in ChicagoNew Hampshire Mom Kills Self and Family After Caught Embezzling  Texas Ding Don Ditch Tik-Tok Challenge Leads to Pre-Teens MurderLinks to Follow Crime Wire Weekly  https://linktr.ee/crimewireweekly Kelly Jennings is host of “Unspeakable: A True Crime Podcast by Kelly Jennings”  https://open.spotify.com/show/3n7BUzKRtMhAEuIuu7f031?si=c98fcf5b7e6848c8 Jim Chapman is host of “Exposed: Scandalous Files of the Elite” https://open.spotify.com/show/3ePQYSPp5oSPDeue8otH1n?si=39142df6e0ed4f77

In this episode of Crime Wire Weekly, hosts Jim Chapman and Kelly Jennings discuss a series of trending crime stories, including the horrific road rage shooting in Louisiana that killed a pregnant teen, Sheriff Buford Pusser is determined to have killed his wife according to Tennessee investigators, Chuck-E-Cheese is Arrested for theft, 54 people are shot in Chicago over the Labor Day weekend, these stories and more today!(See topics below) *This is a preview, links to listen to the full podcast by following "Crime Wire Weekly" are below.Timestamps 03:00 Louisiana Road Rage Shooting Leads to Murder of Teen. 07:00 Iowa Woman Begs Patrons to Start Her Interlock 15:47 Postal Inspector Charged with 400k Fraud 23:30 Dismembered Leg Found in Tennessee Lake May Lead to Solving Cold Case 27:40 Paris Woman Forced to Stay in Hotel w/ Stranger During Flight Delay 30:30 Chuck-E-Cheese is Arrested “Walking Tall” May Be a Wife Killer (54) Shot Over Labor Day in Chicago New Hampshire Mom Kills Self and Family After Caught Embezzling Texas Ding Don Ditch Tik-Tok Challenge Leads to Pre-Teens MurderBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/exposed-scandalous-files-of-the-elite--6073723/support.

For decades, Sheriff Buford Pusser was celebrated as a hero who survived a brutal ambush that killed his wife, Pauline. Now, a cold-case review of the 1967 crime has revealed stunning new forensic evidence. The hosts discuss how blood spatter analysis and medical examiner findings suggest that Pauline was shot outside the car, and that Pusser's own wound may have been self-inflicted. The new evidence forces a community to grapple with a shocking question: Did the legendary sheriff murder his own wife? --For early, ad free episodes and monthly exclusive bonus content, join our Patreon!

JLR makes calls to potential apartment complexes. Pizza spaghetti. A new inquiry claims the sheriff who inspired the movie 'Walking Tall,' Buford Pusser, killed his wife. Did Charlie complete his veranda? 

JLR walks in late. The thought of universal health care sparks a disagreement between Rover and Charlie. Soccer fights. Tennis player breaks down after seeing her ex-boyfriend in the stands. Polish CEO, Piotr Szczerek, says he made a 'huge mistake' after snatching a hat from a tennis player at the US Open. An Ursuline family has filed a civil right lawsuit after their child was allegedly hazed and sexually assaulted. Snitzer cannot wait to see The Wizard of Oz in Vegas. A University of Kentucky cheerleader hid a dead infant in her closet. Trump says the video showing garbage being thrown out of The White House must be AI generated. Where was JLR last night? A couple in Ohio calls the police only to be met by an officer who was under the influence. Someone was rummaging through a vehicle in the garage. Charlie had a remote-controlled boat stolen from his car. JLR makes calls to potential apartment complexes. Pizza spaghetti. A new inquiry claims the sheriff who inspired the movie 'Walking Tall,' Buford Pusser, killed his wife. Did Charlie complete his veranda?

"Was the legendary sheriff Buford Pusser a hero—or a killer hiding behind Hollywood myth?"In this jaw-dropping episode of The Ben and Skin Show, hosts Ben Rogers, Jeff “Skin” Wade, Kevin “KT” Turner, and Krystina Ray unravel a decades-old cold case that inspired not one, but two Hollywood films—and may have been built on a lie.True Crime Turner takes center stage as KT dives into the 1967 murder of Pauline Pusser, wife of Tennessee sheriff Buford Pusser. Once hailed as a vigilante icon and immortalized in the cult classic Walking Tall, new forensic evidence suggests Buford may have staged the entire ambush and murdered his wife in cold blood. The twist? Blood spatter outside the car and a suspicious close-range wound on Buford's cheek contradict his heroic tale.The crew explores how this revelation shakes the foundation of a story that spawned a 1973 film starring Joe Don Baker and a 2004 remake with Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson. Ben hilariously speculates, “This is going to get The Rock canceled!” while Skin wonders if the truth was buried until Joe Don Baker's passing earlier this year.

In this absolutely packed and wildly entertaining episode of The Ben and Skin Show, hosts Ben Rogers, Jeff “Skin” Wade, Kevin “KT” Turner, and Krystina Ray deliver a full-course meal of sports drama, absurd comedy, and cultural chaos—all served with their signature wit and chemistry. From the emotional fallout of the Micah Parsons trade to the bizarre new Texas sex doll laws, this episode swings from serious to side-splitting in seconds. KT glows like a proud parent over Micah joining his beloved Packers, while Ben and Skin wrestle with the Cowboys' locker room dynamics and Jerry Jones' ego-driven decisions.

Kruser talks with Bob Babbage about a recent interview with Sen. Mitch McConnell about his political legacy and looks at a possible cold case murder involving the "Walking Tall" sheriff Buford Pusser in hour 3. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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The crew kicks off with birthday banter, fantasy football chaos, and the wild fallout from a draft-night stream. From there, things spiral into an offbeat but fascinating ride: a deep dive into the Tennessee Bureau of Investigation's shocking claim that legendary sheriff Buford Pusser may have killed his own wife, despite being immortalized in the Walking Tall movies as a folk hero. The discussion unpacks government waste, media narratives, and whether reopening decades-old cold cases is justice or just theater. But it doesn't stop there. The hosts veer into the eerie with Italy's famous “blinking mummy,” preserved for over a century, sparking debates about embalming, vampires, and occult symbolism in pop culture. Toss in a detour through Habsburg inbreeding, odd birth defects like “lobster claw” feet, and plenty of sharp humor, and you've got a Friday night hangout that's as unpredictable as it is entertaining. This episode embodies OnlyLands at its finest, irreverent, curious, and unafraid to poke fun at the absurd while unpacking history, mystery, and everything in between.

A movie where a guy punches people in the face, a movie where you want to punch a guy in the face and a movie that makes us want to punch Will in the face. Thank God for Dolly Parton - it's time to head to Tennessee! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Today on Bold Steps with Pastor Mark Jobe … we’re discovering some physical problems have spiritual roots. Last time, Mark started a two-part message called, Walking Tall Again … and he touched upon the first two points of this message … people fail to experience spiritual power because they're stuck … and some people have been stuck so long they've accepted it as a normal way of living. Listen now as he expands on the next three points … how the power of God creates breakthroughs. Bold Step Gift: MOVING FORWARD AFTER MESSING UP: A NEW FUTURE WITH THE GOD OF SECOND CHANCESBecome a Bold Partner: https://www.moodyradio.org/donateto/boldstepsSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Today on Bold Steps with Pastor Mark Jobe … we’re learning how to get "unstuck" in our spiritual lives. Have you ever been stuck? You know where you should be … but you're unable to move forward … Many people are in this situation in life. Spiritually we can get stuck too. Today Mark explores the story of a woman in Luke 13 who was living life in a “stuck way”. And the only solution was through a much-needed experience with the Savior. You’ll be encouraged as you learn how to walk tall again. Bold Step Gift: MOVING FORWARD AFTER MESSING UP: A NEW FUTURE WITH THE GOD OF SECOND CHANCESBecome a Bold Partner: https://www.moodyradio.org/donateto/boldstepsSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 1 Pandemic Survivors, Harems and the Pacific Northwest. Based on a post by Break The Bar. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. To combat the deadly Duo Halo virus, the government will change the lives of Harrison Black and his friends out in the hills of Oregon. In return, Harrison finds a new purpose to his life in the midst of losing his family history. The House Guest. I glanced away again, relatively certain that Erica hadn't noticed my involuntary glance down at her cleavage but not overly worried. The grocery store parking lot was only half full, but we were waiting out front and I felt like we were in a bread line in Soviet Russia. The only good news was that it was a warm spring for Oregon State, and a clear day, so Erica and I weren't bundled up in jackets or anything. Of course, we were still getting used to the masks. "This feels ridiculous," Erica said, adjusting the bandana covering her lower face. She'd done her makeup as usual, with soft but smoky eyeshadow, and her thick dark hair was pulled back in a messy bun. Erica was a well-put-together lady, with the hips and bust of a woman who had aged perfectly into her thirties. I'd known her through our late twenties, and I wasn't ashamed to say I thought she'd only gotten hotter with time. Her black jeans clung to her hips and ass, and the black sweater she was wearing unzipped over a ripped band t-shirt accented the v of her cleavage that I'd been trying not to glance at. "At least it's not the middle of winter," I said. "Imagine this going on in January, in a snowstorm?" "We'll never need to see that," said the old man in front of us in line. He was wearing a hunting gaiter, but it was riding low on his upper lip. "This ain't the first virus, it won't be the last. Couple of weeks and the panic will die down. We'll have practically forgotten it by the fall, I bet." "Hopefully," Erica nodded. They'd announced the quarantine two weeks ago, and it had gone into effect last week. My roommate Leo and I had invited Erica, his sister, up from Portland; she was going to be cooped up in her apartment alone for the two-week shutdown and we had plenty of space on my old family property. Erica had made the drive the day before the statewide quarantine kicked in, having locked up the Tattoo Parlor she managed, and it had been a week of sun, hiking and ATV tours through the property, along with teaching her how to throw an axe and shoot some archery. Next week we were planning to show her the ropes on gun safety, and let her try out some of my grandfather's old hunting rifles. Erica was game for it all, and it felt like a mini vacation for all three of us. What Leo and I hadn't planned for was making meals for three instead of two, and so now a week in Erica and I were braving a trip into town trying to figure out exactly what we were and weren't supposed, or allowed, to do. Erica turned to say something to me, but her sentence was cut off by the heavy thrum and backfiring of a pair of ugly pickups rumbling into the parking lot of the grocery store on jacked-up wheels, halfway to 'monster truck.' They parked near the back, near my own truck, both vehicles with the stupid 'truck nuts' swinging from the hitches on the back and one of them with a big confederate flag sticker in the back window. "Jesus, I thought rednecks were supposed to come from the South," Erica muttered. "There are rednecks in every part of every country," I sighed. "Ask me about German rednecks sometime. Those people are weird." Five men unloaded from the two pickups, and I could see someone still sitting inside one of the cabs. I immediately took in everything I needed to know about the men; my brain couldn't shut off the instinct. Five military-aged males, three who looked like they could handle a bit of a fight. None of them were carrying firearms, no obvious sign of concealed weapons, but several had utility knives sheathed on their belts. Not that uncommon out here in the foothills of western Oregon. Three of them were wearing army surplus combat boots, one was wearing what looked like steel-toe construction boots, and one was wearing hiking boots. Their clothes were blue-collar casual. Rough, in other words. None of them were wearing any form of a mask. The debate was still out in the news; first, we were supposed to wear masks, then they said it wasn't going to be helpful, and now they were saying wearing masks might be the most important thing. Everyone seemed confused about the issue, but everyone in line outside the grocery store was wearing one of some sort or other. "Are they seriously going to just?" Erica muttered. The rednecks were heading straight for the entrance to the store, looking to bypass the ten or so folks in line ahead of us and another six behind us. I could see the panic in the eyes of the pimple-faced teen manning the door. He had no fucking clue what to do about it. "Ah, shit," I muttered, already stepping out of line. "Harrison," Erica cautioned me. "It's not worth it. What's the point?" "If not me, then who?" I asked her, then raised my fingers to my lips and blasted a whistle that echoed across the parking lot. Everyone turned and looked at me. All the folks in line, the rednecks as they were about to bull their way past the boy, and the beleaguered kid who I'd already watched bumble through explaining the line to annoyed people, let these alone belligerent assholes. "Hey," I yelled, but tried to keep my voice more friendly than commanding. "How about you guys show some respect to the folks out here and just grab a spot in line?" "How about you suck my nuts? We aren't sheeple, we know our rights," one of them yelled. "Yeah, this place can't deny us service, we've got rights," another shouted. "There's a difference between rights and being polite," I said. "Old folks are waiting to get their groceries, you boys can wait fifteen minutes." "You got a problem with us?" Another one shouted. "You know who the fuck we are?" "Harrison," Erica sighed. "I ain't got a goddamn clue who you are," I said. "And I don't care beyond the fact that you're acting like assholes." Two of them immediately started coming towards me down the line, the other three hesitating a moment before following. Fuck. I'd been hoping they were just some bully idiots, but the two in the lead were way angrier than they should have been. "Take a few steps back and don't get involved, E," I said quietly. "I'll be fine, but you can't get involved, Okay?" "Harry, what the actual fuck? There are five of them. This is a fucking parking lot. We should just call the cops!" she whispered back. "I'd listen to your fella," the old guy in the gaiter said. "We got one State Trooper somewhere in thirty square miles of here; would likely take too long to do any good." "You wanna say that to my face, you fucking fuck?" one of the men said. I'd taken a few more steps out of line, and he got up within a foot of me with his teeth bared and a fist raised threateningly. "I'm a god damned sovereign citizen, and I got every right to protect my dignity, honor and good name against fucks like you." "Yeah," I said, looking down at him as I breathed in deep and let my full size loom over him. The guy was probably 6'1 or so, but I was 6'6 in my stockings and had an extra couple inches over that from my own hiking boots. "I said you guys are acting like assholes, and otherwise I could give one single shit about who you think you are." "You motherfucker, I'm gonna," "Harrison?" One of the three guys in the back asked. He was one of the ones I'd identified as not being much of a fighter. "Harrison Black, right? You played Defensive End at Eisenhower." "Uh, yeah," I said. "That was a while ago though..." "Oh man, dude. It's me, Barry O'Callahan. I was a year behind you," the guy said. "Guys, this dude almost single-handedly ran our high school defense. Didn't you end up joining the military or something?" "Yeah, yeah," I said, squinting and looking at Barry. "Really? Barry O?" "Heh, yeah I filled out a bit since I was a junior," the man laughed, his gut jiggling with the effort. "And then I filled out a bit more. How are you doing, man? When did you get out of the service?" "Well, I'm doing fine, Barry. Been out going on seven years. But this is a bit awkward," I said. The interruption had been as confusing a moment for the two hotheads in their group as it had been for me. They were looking back and forth between us, trying to decide if they were still mad at me, or mad at Barry, or were just giving it up. "Oh, yeah. Uh, don't worry guys, Harrison is cool, Okay?" Barry said. "Dude, are you just in the area visiting or what?" "I've been up at the family place for the last few years since Pop died," I said. "Oh man, I'm sorry," Barry said. "But hey, can't believe we didn't run into each other until now. Who'd a thunk, huh? Here dude, you should come out to the clubhouse sometime. We'll grab some brews, catch a game or something." Barry pulled a crumpled matchbook out of his shirt pocket and handed it to me. The front had a WWII-style blonde pinup girl on a navy background with a white star behind her, invoking the flag. The Golden Beaver and an address was printed in tiny letters on the backside. It would have been a funnier innuendo if they weren't referencing the Oregon state flag. "Yeah, maybe," I said. "Come on, guys," Barry said, slapping his two hot head friends on the shoulders. "Let's get in line. Nice seeing you, Harrison." "Yeah, you too Barry," I said. And then shook my head as the five men headed back towards the end of the line. "What the fuck was that?" Erica asked me as I joined her back in line, and we moved up a couple spaces as the teen at the door let more people into the store. "Honestly, I thought I was about to spend the night in county lockup," I said. "Fuckin' Barry O." "He seemed like a fan of yours," Erica smirked. "Big high school football star, huh?" "I was a little above average at best," I said. "And I wasn't an idiot. Easy to look good when the rest of the team sucks." I looked down at the matchbook again and shook my head, showing it to Erica. She snorted and took it. "Is this real? Please tell me you aren't going to go join their little redneck club." "Not likely," I said. "It's a wannabe militia group. Bunch of swinging cocks with no sway." "What?" "Cause they're so small. It's a tiny penis joke." Erica smirked again and rolled her eyes. "You child. Can you do me a favor?" "What's that?" I asked. "Maybe, for the foreseeable future, you keep the whole Walking Tall routine to a minimum?" "I'm sorry, did you just make a Dwayne Johnson, early 2000s movie reference?" "Yeah, I did," Erica grinned. "What are you going to do about it?" "We need to get you to watch some better movies," I laughed. "Hey, son," the old man ahead of us said quietly. "Seriously, could you have taken those guys?" I glanced back at them at the end of the line, muttering to each other. "Probably, if I was right. If I got three of them, the other two wouldn't have done anything." "Heh. Would have liked to have seen that," the old man grinned. "Don't encourage him," Erica said. "He hasn't gotten into a fight on my watch yet, I don't want him to start now." "Yeah," I said. "But that's mostly because you're the one who usually starts throwing punches at the bar." "Hey, a guy gets handsy, I put him in his place," Erica shrugged. "No 'Walking Tall' shit, my ass," I snorted. "You two make a fine, rowdy couple," the old man said. "Oh, we're not a couple," Erica said. "Just friends," I said. "He's my brother's roommate," Erica clarified. "I'm just visiting." The old man raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Alright. Well, maybe you two should consider toning down the flirting then. You're likely to attract bears with all the hormones you're putting out." "Erica, Erica! No, you cannot punch him," I said, holding her back. "Hey, Erica? Can we talk to you for a minute?" Erica looked up from her phone with a cocked eyebrow and a pensive smile. I immediately realized how weird and out of character our approach was. She was lounging on the couch in the living room, her sketchbook tossed to the side with a half-finished something scribbled out in frustration like she'd been trying to work but just couldn't get it right. I knew how she felt, having had the same frustrations ever since the quarantine had been announced. "Sure guys, what's up?" she asked. I let Leo sit down next to his sister on the couch as she sat up, and I took my usual chair. It had been my Father's up until he passed; I'd avoided it the first month after he died and I took over the family homestead. Then when my older sister Valerie and her family came to stay for that summer, she practically pushed me into it. 'It's just a chair,' became our catchphrase for the summer as we sorted through the belongings of our parents and grandparents. "I'm sorry," I said as I settled into the chair. "This is already coming off weird. Erica, it's nothing." "You're making it seem like it's something," Erica said. She turned to her twin. "What's going on?" Leo and Erica were both a couple of years older than me, but once you were into your early thirties that kind of stuff meant a lot less. Leo had the looks of a classic Italian paisan with thick dark hair, a hawk beak of a nose and bushy eyebrows. He was built thin and a little lanky, and was usually ready with an eager smile and word of encouragement for anyone he met. That's probably why we'd gotten along so well when we started rooming together; his positive attitude had been just what I needed coming out of the Army. Erica had a lot of the same features as her brother; the thick dark hair, the ready smile, the energetic sparkle in her eyes; but she also had a sensuality to her that I can't say I'd ever noticed in Leo. She was a little more patient, a little more sure of herself and willing to take charge of things. And that control went all the way to her fitness, as she hadn't let herself slide even through quarantine. Leo sighed. "No, it's nothing. Well, I mean I guess it's something, but it's not," "How about we just say it, instead of talking about talking about it?" I said. "Yeah," Erica nodded. "How about that?" "Well, uh, Harrison?" Leo looked at me, which I guess was fair considering this was my house at the end of the day. "Erica, we're almost a month into the quarantine now," I said. "I know that when we invited you down out of the city to stay with us, it was supposed to only be for a couple of weeks. 'Two weeks to flatten the curve' and all that shit. But things don't seem to be getting any better." "No, it's fine," Erica said, sitting up straighter in her seat and pulling away from her brother. "I know I've been imposing on you guys. It's fine, I can head back down to Portland and I'll just," "Jesus Christ, Erica," Leo said. "We're not kicking you out." "You're not?" she asked. I realized that she was clenching her fists in her lap so hard she was trembling slightly. "Not a shot, E," I said. "We just wanted to make sure that you knew we want you to stay as long as you want or need. We love having you here." For the first time in my life, I saw Erica's lower lip tremble. "Really?" she asked. Back in the city she was the manager of one of the most successful tattoo and piercing parlors in the state, herding artsy workers that acted like cats with constant access to catnip. Erica was firm but fair with her artists, managed a clientele that ran the gamut from rich and entitled assholes to meth'd out deadbeats, and kept her own skills sharp with constant discipline and practice. Every time we had hung out in the years before the quarantine, I'd always been struck by how forceful a personality she was; she could smack talk with the best of them, manhandle a drunk in a bar like an experienced bouncer, and laughed loud and full-bellied. Seeing her on the verge of tears was a shock, and I realized we probably should have had this talk two weeks ago. "Yes, of course we do," I said. "God, you're practically family, Erica. I don't think I could let you go back and stay in the city right now. We love you." The damn burst and as thick tears began to pour over her cheeks and streak her dark eyeliner she reached out and pulled Leo into a hug with one arm. She beckoned for me with the other and I crossed the space to wrap her up in a hug as well. "Thank you," she whispered quietly between us. "I know you guys wouldn't; but still. Everything going on out there, and the way the city is right now... I just didn't" "It's going to be fine," Leo said to his sister, squeezing her harder. "You'll see." She kissed him on the cheek, then turned and kissed me on the cheek as well. "Thank you." I gave her a bit of a squeeze in return. "We'll need to go get some more of your stuff, I guess. You only came down here with a duffle bag." She laughed. "God, yes," she said and tried to wipe her tears. "I can go up there. I could use some more underwear, ha-ha." "Too much information!" Leo said, releasing his sister. She sniffed hard to clear her nose and wiped her cheeks some more to clear her spilt makeup and tears. Erica had a sort of post-punk or light goth style, with thick eyeliner and soft but smoky eyeshadow. For someone in the tattoo business, she had relatively few piercings, just two in each earlobe and a single small, silver nose ring on one nostril. She made up for it with a pair of full sleeve tattoos on her arms and a collection of assorted smaller tattoos on her legs. "What, you don't want to hear about me sweating through my bras?" She laughed at her brother. "Come on, Leo, we're all adults here." I laughed at her teasing and she squeezed me to her with the one arm she still had around my shoulder. She turned and kissed me on the cheek again. "I can go down to the city by myself, you guys don't need to risk yourselves for me. All the news reports are saying this thing is extra dangerous for men." "No, we'll help," I said. "We don't know how long this thing will last, so we'll bring the pickup and you can bring your car. And if you get exposed, you'd bring it back here with you anyways, so we might as well try and do it as fast as possible. Three sets of hands will make things go easier." "Okay," she nodded, then with a last squeeze of my shoulders she eased away and stood up. "Okay. Well, damn, guys. This feels like a fucking weight lifted off my shoulders. I've felt like I've been overstaying my welcome, not that you guys did anything to make me think that. I just,” "It's fine," I said. "We understand." "I don't," Leo said. "You've been all up in my personal space since the dam womb. You never had a problem with it before now." "Come here, you twerp," Erica laughed, slapping her brother on the arm. "Alright, alright," I said. "Come on, children. Let's make a plan here. No time like the present, if we get everything ready we can head out tomorrow."   Leo and I had first become roommates when he sublet me a room as I came out of the military seven years ago and wanted to move back to the Portland area. Then, when my father passed and I needed to move back to the family property, Leo had been more than happy to come on up with me instead of trying to find someone new to take over my half of the house lease. The old ranch-style house I'd grown up in had plenty of room, and my mother had died a few years before Dad, so it worked out for both of us. Even before the quarantine was announced we'd both been working from the homestead; my freelance illustration and concept art gigs kept the bills and property tax under control and food on the table, and Leo had swapped to making artisanal furniture in his little shed workshop instead of the house framing and cabinetry he'd been trained in. The old barn made a decent new workshop for him after a couple of upgrades, and once I'd gotten a satellite installed for point-to-point internet service we were... Well, we hadn't exactly been living the technological dream, but we had what we needed. The drive down to Portland from the homestead outside Jewell took a bit over an hour and a half on a good day with moderate traffic. It only took us an hour, in the middle of the day. I drove my truck, the cover on over the bed, and Leo rode with Erica in her car. The highways were practically empty, and for a while the drive almost felt like just a beautiful day out; other than the thick sweater I was wearing, and the work gloves I'd duct taped to the cuffs. I also had a pair of bandanas hung around my neck, ski goggles sitting on the passenger seat, and the hood of my sweater pulled up. It was the middle of a hot spring and I was sweating my ass off in my own truck just in case of death by viral infection. Even in the last couple of weeks, all the messaging online from the Government about what to do for safety felt like it had been conflicting with itself constantly, and when Leo and Erica tried to do more research they couldn't even figure out which politician or government body to listen to, let alone find something useful and convincing. So we went all out. Driving through the suburbs was a bit of an experience. One neighborhood would be completely desolate, not a single person outside and everything locked up tight. The next would be full of people outside on the street, walking dogs and kids running around playing. Most of them had those medical masks on, but it looked like people were out on summer vacation or something. The neighborhood after that was mostly shut down like the first, but one of the houses easily had thirty vehicles parked around it and was hosting some sort of party going on in the front and back yard. Somehow, despite the world feeling so alien, I still found driving through the city even weirder. Getting into the urban center where Erica had a small apartment near the Tattoo Parlor was like we'd hit the end of the world. Even more than in the suburbs, the near complete lack of people was shocking. We could go entire city blocks without seeing another car, and then suddenly we'd come across a food delivery driver peddling down the middle of the city street on a bike. The only other motorized vehicles I saw were one dude on an electric scooter having the time of his life, and ambulances speeding down the streets with their lights running. They didn't even bother with the sirens. Crackle, crackle. "Hey, Harrison? You read me? Over." I picked up my handheld radio and pressed the button. "Yeah, I read you, Leo. Over." "So we need to take a detour. There's a bunch of stuff online about this Autonomous Zone thing. Protestors in the middle of the city. We're going to avoid it. Over." "Yeah, sounds good. I'll follow. Over and out." I shook my head. The protests had started about a week ago. Halfway across the country, a man had been shot by police; investigations were ongoing, but no one looked good in the situation. Not the cops, not the man, not even the bystanders who had filmed the whole thing instead of intervening. It was a shit show all around, and it had sparked protests that I could only assume were fueled by people feeling so trapped in their own lives. Portland, ever a liberal center of activism, had been a hotbed every night. Vigils and marches every afternoon and evening. Then the riots started at night. We drove down a couple of streets that looked like we'd left the United States behind and entered a foreign warzone. I'd seen streets in Kabul during my deployment that had looked similar; the only thing missing from the burned-out cars, graffiti and general detritus were bullet scars on the walls. Windows that weren't boarded over were smashed. Storefronts were burnt out, looted, or both. It took us an extra twenty minutes to drive all the way around the 'autonomous zone.' By the time we pulled up into the alley behind Erica's apartment building, I was feeling sick to my stomach. A pandemic. Riots. What was next, a natural disaster? I'd seen some of the world; not a lot, but enough. Some of the best and worst places. We were supposed to be better than this. Taking the back stairwell was part of the plan. We didn't want to draw any attention from people; for all that Portland was that liberal bed of activism I'd just been thinking about, it was also still an urban center plagued by theft, crime and people trying to take advantage of each other. With no one on the streets, I'd suggested that pulling up out front made us more of a target to people looking to cause trouble, or attracting the attention of overzealous police. I pulled my truck in next to Erica's car and hopped out. "Alright, make sure you lock up," I said. "Harri, please," Erica said, sliding down her own ski goggles over her eyes. We were all bundled up now, with multiple face coverings each. "I've lived in the city about eight times longer than you ever did. I know how to handle myself." "Yeah, I know," I said. "I'm just a little anxious." "It's fine, dude," Leo said. "Let's just get this done." Erica let us into the building, keying in through a back door, and up through the stairwell. We didn't see anyone on the way up, and she led us through the halls to her apartment. As she let us in, one of her neighbors opened their door and stuck their head out. "Erica? Dear, is that you?" It was a woman, maybe in her fifties. "Hey, Dianne," Erica said. "It's me. I'm just here to pick up some things, and I brought my brother and his roommate to help out." Dianne stepped fully out of her apartment. She was dressed comfortably and had her silvering blonde hair pulled back into a bun. Most notably, she wasn't wearing a mask or any other sort of personal protection. "It's so nice to see you, Erica!" she said. "It's been quiet up here the last few weeks. I have to say, I never thought I'd actually miss your early morning banging around, but I do." "Ah, Dianne," Erica said, holding up her hands. She was wearing rubber gloves, duct taped at the wrists to her sweater just like my work gloves were. "We really shouldn't get any closer than this." "Oh, dear, it's fine," Dianna said. "I've been cooped up in the apartment for a week now, the only person who comes over is Mr. Jones from 5C for coffee every few days. I'm sure you've been just as safe, living out of the city." "No, really Dianne," Erica said. "I don't mean to be rude, but we're only here to get some of my things and go. And I know Mr. Jones is probably lonely up there, but it's not safe for you two to get together for coffee. You should really just skype each other or something." "Oh, I already have to do that Zoomy thing to see my grandkids," Dianna scoffed. "But fine, fine. It's good to see you, dear. Try not to take things too seriously, it won't be good for your health." From inside Erica's apartment, I couldn't help but shake my head. "Dianne, maybe you need to take things more seriously," Erica said. "I'd hate if anything happened to you, but more importantly I'd hate for your grandkids to never get to see you again if you got sick." "Well, I guess..." Dianne trailed off. "Goodbye, Dianne. It was nice seeing you," Erica said in that tone of voice that was just shy of 'politely fuck off,' then followed Leo and me into her apartment and shut the door. "God, that woman," Erica said. She peeled down the pair of gaiters she was wearing over her face. The top layer was a winter covering Leo and I usually used in the middle of winter when we were snowmobiling, and the second was a much thinner one we used in the summer when A T Veeing. "We should be good in here, no one's come in since I left." I peeled down my bandanas and sighed. "I'm sure she's nice, but that lady needs a reality check." "I just hope she isn't someone else's reality check," Erica said. "Alright. I'm going to start in the bedroom. Leo, can you go through the living room and grab anything you think we might want in terms of DVDs and stuff? And Harrison, do you mind doing a check-over of the kitchen? I'm pretty sure I got rid of all the immediate perishables before I came down, but I might have missed some things that could've gone for a couple weeks." We split up and went to work. I cleaned out a few old condiments that Erica had missed and collected some canned and boxed food that would travel easily, along with some of the more specialty cooking equipment Erica had made of point of mentioning. I wasn't sure what an 'air fryer' did, but she made it sound like it was a gift from God, so I was willing to pack it up. "All done in the kitchen," I said, standing in the doorway to Erica's bedroom. She was rummaging in her closet. Her bed was covered in clothes and a couple of pieces of luggage, and everything looked like a mess. "Okay, hold on," she said, then she reappeared and dumped what looked like an entire department store's worth of bras out onto the bed. "Can you start packing this stuff up? Don't worry about folding or sorting it, I'll fix it all once we're back at your place. Then I can grab everything I need from the washroom and we'll be done." "Sure," I said, and we squeezed past each other so she could duck into the washroom. Once she was gone, I just chuckled and shook my head at the mess she'd already made. "I don't think this is all going to fit in these bags." I got to work, and soon three of the four pieces of luggage were stuffed full. That's when I made it to the pile of bras. I glanced out the door, and quickly picked up a fancy looking one and checked the tag. "Damn, Erica," I chuckled. It was obvious she was a busty girl, but 36E? I wouldn't have guessed. Then again, I wasn't exactly a bra aficionado. I wouldn't even know if I'd seen D's or E's or what, the sizing just sort of confused me enough that I couldn't care to look into it any further. I carefully began packing her daintier things into a bag, and below the bras was a pile of panties; and only a few of them seemed like they were designed for comfort and not show. There were strings, there was lace. I held a particular red number and shook my head again, trying to do my best not to imagine Erica wearing it and failing. I shoved it into the bag with the rest. "Incoming," Erica said, bustling back into the room with her arms full of canisters and bottles and all sorts of things from the bathroom. She dumped it all on top of the panties in the bag. "Usually I'd be a lot more organized with this," she sighed. "But I just feel... being in the city feels kinda gross right now." "Hmm, I feel it too," I said. I picked up the last handful of her underwear and put them on top of the cosmetics stuff. "Oh my God," Erica said, grabbing the bag from me. "I can't believe; God, this is embarrassing." She was grinning and her cheeks had heated up as she quickly zipped up the luggage and turned to me. "I didn't realize you'd work that fast." "Hey, I've seen ladies' underwear before," I laughed. "It's not a big deal." "Yeah, but you haven't seen my underwear," she chuckled along with me. "At least you saw the nice stuff. I left most of it here when I came down; wasn't exactly thinking about showing off the goods, ya know?" "Hey, anytime you want to show off, you just let me know," I laughed. "I tried not to pry, but some of them looked pretty hot." "Oh, my God," she said, face palming her embarrassment. Then her smile turned teasing. "Then again, we could always play you show me yours, I'll show you mine. I'm sure the girls would be happy for some more freedom around the house." She squished her upper arms together to pop out her chest a bit under her sweater. Now it was my turn to smirk and blush a little. I was just starting to try and figure out what to say when Leo came in from the front area of the apartment. "Think I'm about done up here," he said. "Anything else, sis?" Erica snickered and punched me in the arm. "That's probably it. I was just teasing Harrison about feeling' up my panties though." "Dude!" Leo said. "Oh, come on," I said. "You know I wouldn't." "Still..." Leo trailed off. "Whatever. Just leave my sister's granny panties alone." "You think I wear granny panties?" Erica said, then turned back to the bag and started unzipping it. "Well, let me just show you some of these..." "Nope, no, nada, nyet!" Leo said, covering his eyes with both hands and turning out of the room. "I do not need to know. Too much information for me!" Erica snorted and shook her head, re-zipping the bag. She winked at me and gave me another friendly punch on the arm. "Thanks again for helping with all of this, Harrison." "No problem at all, E," I assured her. "No, no," she said. "Seriously. Thank you. You guys didn't need to come out here; it feels sort of silly to say, but you're technically risking your lives for me right now." "Well, chivalry ain't dead yet, I guess," I said. "I guess not," she laughed. She leaned in and kissed my cheek. "It's nice. Just don't go making a habit of it, I don't need some White Knight savior act out of you or my brother." "Deal," I said. We got everything out into the front hallway of the apartment, and it ended up being more than we could hope to carry down in one trip. The end result was that we made the first trip down, started loading everything into the bed of the pickup, and while Leo and Erica went back up for another load I stayed down with the vehicles. The thing about inner cities, we'd all learned quickly when we originally moved in, was that you took a risk when you left things in your car. Well, if you had a car to begin with, but if you did and people could see in then it was likely your shit was going to get stolen. So there I was, sitting on the open back gate of my pickup with double bandanas over the bottom half of my face and ski goggles over the top, when two men rounded a corner further down the wide back alley and stopped. They looked at me and the cars. I looked at them. One of them was wearing a medical mask, while the other had a knit wool balaclava on with nothing but his eyes showing. I'd never really considered it before, what with us living out in the woods away from most people, but at that moment I realized how simple it must be to do crime when everyone was expected to wear masks. I watched them. They eyed up the vehicles. I stood up. They watched me do it. I slammed the gate of my truck shut. They watched me do it. I walked around to the passenger door of the truck cab, pulled out the hard case I had stowed under the seat, grabbed my Dad's old Colt 1911 and slid a magazine home. The men kept their eyes on me, not batting an eye even though I was now holding a loaded firearm. I leaned against the back of my truck and watched them right back. Eventually, Leo and Erica came back down and I didn't mention the men or the pistol, which I tucked onto the passenger seat of my truck while we were moving things around. I left the door open so that I could keep easy access. Erica and Leo went up for one last load, and I entered another long staring match with the two men. They hadn't moved and were about fifty yards away so I couldn't tell if they were talking to each other. I swear I must have been sweating bullets under my sweater and gloves and various masks. I don't know if my adrenaline had spiked like this since seeing combat while deployed. Not even the grocery store parking lot showdown a few weeks ago had been like this. Finally, Erica and Leo came down with the last load, we got everything stowed away, and got back into our vehicles. I took a moment to unload and re-stow my firearm, and as Erica and Leo pulled away in her car I watched as the two men came up the alley and entered Erica's apartment building through the door we had been using. Maybe they had just been waiting to use the door, playing it safe with us. Or maybe it was something else. I wouldn't ever know. It took three days for us to start feeling... safe wasn't the right word. 'Less apprehensive' is where I ended up landing. Coming back from the city had been as smooth as driving out, but once we were home we all had this feeling of being dirty. It felt silly even at the time, but we ended up hosing each other off outside with the garden hose before heading in to take some long, hot showers. Was that ineffective? Probably. Did it make us feel better? Maybe, a little. When none of us were showing any symptoms of getting sick by the third night back, we all decided to crash and start a new show together on Netflix that night after dinner. I ended up in the living room first and was starting to scroll through the menus to find something we might like when Erica came down the stairs in her own comfy clothes. She was wearing baggy, low-riding sweatpants and a black tank top that I very quickly realized was bouncing way more than usual with each of her steps down the stairs. Erica walked over to the TV sitting area and flopped down onto the couch across from me, absentmindedly reaching up and tying her hair back into a loose and messy bun. "What?" she asked me when she realized I was staring at her. "Nothing," I said. "You just... you look good. Like that." She rolled her eyes. "It's just makeup, Harrison." What she meant was she wasn't wearing any. For the first time ever, even including the month that she'd already been staying with us, I was seeing Erica without makeup on. It was sort of shocking, honestly; whatever magic she did in the mirror, with her kit, it was like she could change the very structure of her face. Usually, she had an almost angular predatory look, with sultry and smoky eyes and sharp cheekbones leading down to a perfect set of clean and bright red lips. Now she looked brighter, more girl-next-door. Sure there were imperfections; soft lines under her eyes, little freckles and blemishes that got hidden by foundation, but her eyes were brighter, and her smile was wholesome. "Just don't feel like you need to be anything but comfortable, E," I assured her. "I like this look on you." She sighed and gave me a smirk. "Alright, charmer. What are we watching?" I tossed her the remote and let her start scanning through the list of new shows. Besides her lack of makeup and apparent lack of a bra, she was still her usual self. Both of her arm sleeves were bared by the tank top; her left arm was a colorful splash of a dozen of her favorite Pokémon from the original 150, all water-themed. Her right was Star Wars themed and focused on a pinup Femme Boba Fett on her outer upper arm, along with a couple sexy lady Stormtroopers, a Princess Leia in the requisite golden slave bikini, and Padme in the ripped-up white arena fight outfit. Not to mention the Yoda on her inner forearm and chili Chewbacca just below her armpit on her bicep. Her tank top also showed off the two heart tattoos on either side of her clavicle, and the half-mandala tattoo that sat on the back of her neck at the hairline. Erica's legs, while currently covered by her sweats, were a more eclectic collection of random and unplanned tattoos dating back from her start in the industry; some were done by her own hand, others by fellow apprentices, and a few even by the apprentices she'd eventually trained over the years. "Heads up!" Leo said, bounding down the stairs in his own sweats and a hoodie, vaulting over the back of the sofa and landing heavily next to his twin sister. "Jesus Christ," Erica said, ducking away to narrowly avoid getting kicked in the back of the head. She turned and hit Leo in the shoulder. "Watch it, you monkey!" "Takes one to know one," Leo laughed, swiping away her hands as she tried to hit him again. Soon the two were involved in a swearing match as Erica was leaning over Leo, trying to tweak his ears and drop a wad of spit down on his face, while he tried to both ward off her hands and push her away at the same time. Their easy sibling rivalry and goofing off usually wasn't this physical, but it still had me laughing and wondering all the same. I'd never had that with my sister; she was about seven years older than me, so we hadn't ever had that sort of a relationship. To be honest, I was also a little interested in the sibling scrap because Erica's tits looked fucking great jostling and bouncing around in her tank top, and a part of me hoped a boob would pop out in the chaos. Unfortunately, I couldn't be so lucky and the duel ended with both of them panting, sitting next to each other, with no boob appearance. "What are we watching?" Leo asked. "I dunno, we hadn't picked yet," I said. "Let's watch this," Erica said, seemingly at random, and selected some sort of a baking show. "Aw man," Leo said. "These competition shows are always so scripted." "They make me hungry," I said. "Maybe I should start baking more." "Yes," Erica said. "Now we're watching every season just so you can get more good ideas like that, Harri." The show was easy to follow and clearly designed like every other Food Porn-style "reality" competition. Other than the deliciously described food, the only thing actually keeping my attention was the host. "She's hot," Erica said during one of the transition scenes, right after the host had finished showing the TV audience the differences between a mousse and whipped cream. It had involved a lot of whisking very fast. "Not my type, but I can see it," Leo said. "She's got too much of a Fifties Housewife vibe going on." "That's just because she's so proper British," Erica said. "Look at her, she's gorgeous. And fucking stacked under those pretty dresses. What do you think, Harri?" "I'm with you, I think she's definitely hot," I agreed. "And I really dig the accent." "I bet she's a fucking freak in bed, too," Erica said. "No way!" Leo argued with his sister. "Look at her. She's all syrup and sweetness. I bet she's dry as a desert down there, and you couldn't fit anything in due to the stick up her ass." "Nuh-uh," Erica shook her head. "I'd put money on her having a filthy mouth off-screen. Just swears like a fucking sailor. And,  Hmm, I bet she probably says she's straight, but has plenty of experience with girls from her Prep School days." "Sure," I laughed along. "Makes perfect sense. Anything else?" "I bet she's got a cum fetish," Erica said. "Look at her eyes when she's talking about glazing. She's practically creaming her conservative little dress. And she definitely likes a cheeky finger up the bum to really set her off." All of us were laughing now, and the conversation faded as we struggled to get control of our giggles. By the time the first episode was over, we were hooked despite the silly concept, and let it play. We got four episodes in before Erica called it quits. "That's enough for me tonight, boys," she said, yawning and stretching her arms wide. Her right arm rubbed roughly against Leo's face on purpose, just to bug him as he pulled away. "I'm off to bed. Good night!" She bounced up off the couch and made for the stairs, her hips swiveling in her low-waisted sweats. They'd ridden lower, and she was showing a bit of a whale tail with her lace thong panties peeking over the waistline. "Dude," Leo said, snapping my vision from his sister as she walked up the stairs. "Uh," I hummed, and slowly raised both arms in an awkward shrug. "What do you want me to do?" "Just... don't make it a thing," he sighed, then flopped over onto his side. "She's my sister. You wanna watch Deadpool?" Visitors The rumble, sputter and hum of the approaching ATV broke my concentration as it cut through the quiet warbling of my shitty Bluetooth speaker long before Leo pulled around the trail bend. The thick foliage up here in the foothills, far at the back end of my family property, created a weird dampening effect so I hadn't heard him until he was almost on top of me. The rumble cut through the thick greenery now and was followed by the crunching of the tires biting into th

In 1975 a movie was made that didn't do the sort of business it was expected to do. The star was Joe Don Baker and he was riding high on the back of 'Walking Tall'.Forty years later its made a bit of a comeback...oh, not the movie....the stunt we look at today. A train crash with a difference.Lets take a look and then explore the rest on Friday.Support the showIf you've enjoyed this episode then why not follow us on Twitter, Instagram and Facebook using the following linkhttps://linktr.ee/behindthestunts

You might not think that we ever get stuck for movies to pick for the show. What with Hollywood alone having been making films for over a century. Giving us a library of media you probably couldn't watch in your lifetime without sacrificing your personal life and a significant portion of sleep. But that does happen and then we hear about an actor's passing and it reminds us of their work. We have Walking Tall(1973). The late and sort of great Joe Don Baker stars in this somewhat autobiographical film based on the real life Buford Pusser. In the film, Buford comes back to his hometown after a wrestling career … Continue reading "Popcorn Pulse 243: Walking Time"

This is a preview of a premium episode from our Patreon feed, Paid Costly For Me! Head over to Patreon.com/PodCastyForMe to hear more for just $5 a month. In the aftermath of DIRTY HARRY, there were plenty of films looking to get in on the semi-legal vigilante craze. One of the most successful of these was Phil Karlson's WALKING TALL, starring the great, recently departed Joe Don Baker as real-life Tennessee lawman Buford Pusser, who was all too willing to tell the world how he beat the corruption out of McNairy County with a fencepost. Except that he was kind of full of hot air, and the whole thing is - at least for Ian - one of the most nakedly fascist films we've ever watched for the show! This episode was a long time coming, so we hope you enjoy. Thanks as always to Jetski for our theme music and Jeremy Allison for our artwork. Community Justice Exchange's Directory of Immigration System Bail Funds Follow Pod Casty For Me: https://www.podcastyforme.com/ https://twitter.com/podcastyforme https://www.instagram.com/podcastyforme/ https://www.youtube.com/@podcastyforme Support us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/PodCastyForMe Artwork by Jeremy Allison: https://www.instagram.com/jeremyallisonart  

Jackie & Dunlap on the late Joe Don Baker in 1973's Walking Tall, the stick hittin', money makin', still bashin', trailer hookin', dice loadin', shirtless testifyin' hit movie that put Pusser on everybody's lips. Sheriff Buford Pusser, Joe Don Baker, Phil Karlson, Felton Perry, Walking Tall, McNairy County, Tennessee, Mississippi, Elizabeth Harman, Brenda Benet, Noah Beery Jr., Bruce Glover, Crispin Glover, stick Theme by William Sherry Jr. Art by http://mullinax.co Get 20 Extra Minutes with Jackie & Dunlap every week over at http://patreon.com/redstateupdate    

The film writers Brian Abrams and Will Sloan return to the podcast for a salute to one of our favourite screen presences, the great American character actor Joe Don Baker, who passed away this month at the age of 89. We discuss the full arc of Joe Don's career, thrust into leading man status in the early seventies playing Tennessee Sheriff Buford Pusser who waged war against the Dixie Mob in 1973's populist smash hit Walking Tall, and the less financially successful followup with the same director (Phil Karlson), the brutal, sweaty noir thriller Framed, to the role that (like it or not) defined him for so many in the culture as a scuzzy cop in 1975's Mitchell (immortalized on one of the funniest episodes of Mystery Science Theater 3000) to his comeback in the eighties in the masterful BBC miniseries Edge of Darkness (where he received the most acclaim he ever got as an actor), his several appearances in the Bond series (where he played both a good guy and a bad guy), and his notable supporting role in Scorsese's remake of Cape Fear. Over 30% of all Junk Filter episodes are only available to patrons of the podcast. To support this show directly and to receive access to the entire back catalogue, consider becoming a patron for only $5.00 a month (U.S.) at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠patreon.com/junkfilterFollow Brian Abrams on Twitter and Letterboxd.Brian and Liz Charboneau have a new film podcast: It Gets Better.Follow Will Sloan on Twitter and Bluesky and subscribe to his substack and his podcasts The Important Cinema Club and Michael and Us.Will's new book Ed Wood: Made in Hollywood USA (OR Books) can be purchased now! “RIP JDB”, from Will's substack, May 19, 2025Trailer gallery:Walking Tall (Phil Karlson, 1973)Golden Needles (Robert Clouse, 1974)Mitchell (Andrew V. McLaglen, 1975)Checkered Flag or Crash (Alan Gibson, 1977)Joysticks (Greydon Clark, 1983)German trailer for Getting Even (Dwight H. Little, 1986)

God calls His people to walk tall in the midst of their godless culture.

True Believers, stand back! The Comic Book Characters have returned bigger and better and bigger still! Come chant the magic word with us ("Quack!"), enlarge to kaiju-size, and get ready for a GIANT SIZED portion of Nerd News! Highlights from this episode include: -Shoutouts to y'all! We believe in the True Believers! -Casting Corner with more freshly cocooned bits from the Spider's web -The CBC Pod Movie Review of The Thunderbolts*! -A new segment that will have you Walking Tall and HARD -A Super Manly trip to the Trailer Park for a bit of Iron-Hearted Watch-Pause-Talk! -And of course, the Big Wheel Winner of the Week! True Believers, you are feeling very sleepy. Very relaxed. It's almost as if the supply chain isn't in danger! And we have plenty of time to clear out The Backlog of reading material. Ahh. This must be the quiet part of the Trauma Maze. It's Episode 158! Let's disassociate!

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A long path to finishing The Shortcut, Spotify the enemy, the magic of Nick Nolte's voice, a farewell to Joe Don Baker, more Frank Sinatra, baking and flying, a dissection of of Bill Belichick, a personal prohibition, thoughts on Fugazi, walking a straight edge, and waiting for tomorrow with Shane MacGowan. Stuff mentioned: The Shortcut (2009), Walking Tall (1973), The Outfit (1973), Cape Fear (1991), Michael Jackson "We Are The World" (2004), E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial (1982), Fugazi "Waiting Room" (1988), Fugazi 7 Songs (1988), Minor Threat "Straight Edge" (1981), and Annie "Tomorrow" (1977).

Send us a textIn a fairy-tale kingdom where beauty is a brutal business, your fair hosts battle to compete amongst themselves, and will go to any length to catch the listener's ears. On Episode 668 of Trick or Treat Radio we discuss the Norwegian Body Horror Fairy Tale The Ugly Stepsister from director Emilie Blichfeldt! We also discuss Jason Voorhees' new glow up, our excitement over an upcoming 4K release of a cult classic, and the cutthroat business of beauty and expectation! So grab a container to hold all the bodily fluids, make sure you meet all the unfair societal expectations, and strap on for the world's most dangerous podcast!Stuff we talk about: Friday the 13th anniversary, video game glitches, Greg Nicotero, Crystal Lake, the “cock”, Jason Voorhees, the Mask, Michael Myers, it's 8pm somewhere, unibrows, serial killing drifters, Walking Dead, Horror History, Mad Monster, Red Planet Mars, Phantom From Space, The Mysterians, Invisible Invaders, Dr. Blood's Coffin, Peeping Tom, The Black Zoo, Gorath, Battle Beneath the Earth, The Fan, Happy Birthday To Me, The Matrix Reloaded, Creepshow 3, Curse of the Zodiac, Superman, Jurassic Park, Ken Foree, Dr. No, The Wizard of Oz, Alex Winter, Freaked, Jason XXX, Blossom, William Sadler, Ingmar Bergman, The Seventh Seal, Umbrella Entertainment, RIP Joe Don Baker, Umberto Lenzi, Joysticks, Survival of the Film Freaks, The Natural, Deputy Sheriff Thomas Jefferson Geronimo III, Final Justice, Walking Tall, Mitchell, RIP Sabu, ECW, Suicidal Homicidal Genocidal and Spermicidal, Butch Guice, Thick Brothers, RIP Morris the Alligator, RVD, European or Europoopin', Cinderella, Wes Anderson, beauty standards, The Ugly Stepsister, The Substance, Pearl, Mia Goth, Michelle Soavi, the origin of braces, rhinoplasty, Emilie Blichfeldt, Lea Myren, Stanley Kubrick, The Shining, corrupted by the system, practical cocks, Alex Ross of Cocks, The Last Kingdom, Thea Sofie Loch Ness, blue oyster, Dead Mail, getting your U-Tubes tied, Hereditary, My Own Personal Jason, Down With the Thickeness, Norouija Board, The Parlance of Their Times, Domino Effect of Madness, The Prodigal Cock Has Returned, and just a regular Cinderfella.Support us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/trickortreatradioJoin our Discord Community: discord.trickortreatradio.comSend Email/Voicemail: mailto:podcast@trickortreatradio.comVisit our website: http://trickortreatradio.comStart your own podcast: https://www.buzzsprout.com/?referrer_id=386Use our Amazon link: http://amzn.to/2CTdZzKFB Group: http://www.facebook.com/groups/trickortreatradioTwitter: http://twitter.com/TrickTreatRadioFacebook: http://facebook.com/TrickOrTreatRadioYouTube: http://youtube.com/TrickOrTreatRadioInstagram: http://instagram.com/TrickorTreatRadioSupport the show

It's the May 2-4 long weekend. We talk cottages, mosquitos & BBQ! Walking Tall and more Celeb Stuff. #RandumbFacts & Science Stuff!

In this episode of Personally Speaking Msgr. Jim Lisante is joined by the award winning actor and producer Neal McDonough. Neal is well known for performances in productions such as, “Band of Brothers”, “Minority Report”, “Walking Tall” and “Star Trek First Contact”. He's now producing faith based films alongside his wife and he stars in the new movie “The Last Rodeo”, which he's also written, about a retired rodeo legend who risks it all to save his grandson. Neal talks about his new film, his family and the faith that matters most to him.Support the show

Send us a textInspired by the bargain bins of days past, the 2 for $20 month brings us movies that you may have found for the first time there. So this week, Colin is making Shawn watch the one man justice classic 'Walking Tall'. This is one of those movies where the lead is still credited as 'The Rock' and had hair. We discuss that, as well as fantastically cheesy badguys, MCU crossovers, giant pieces of wood, the ability to avoid bullets and so very much more. What did we think? Tune in to find out!5 Star reviews help drive us up the charts. Please take a minute and review us.If you would like to contact or donate to us: iusedtolikethisone@gmail.comwww.patreon.com/iusedtolikethisoneWebsite: www.iusedtolikethisone.comInstagram: @iusedtolikethisoneTwitter: @iused2likethis1Facebook: I Used To Like This OneBluesky: @iusedtolikethisone.bsky.socialSnapchat: @iused2likethis1Created/Produced/Hosted by: Shawn Wells and Colin StewartOfficial Substitute Co-host: Aaron Knowles @betteractions @oblivionbarpod @shredthestress Edited by: Shawn WellsOriginal Music by: Lindon Carter (look for his band 'Carter & the Capitals' on all music streaming platforms)Website design: David SonSponsorship Corner sponsored by movieposters.com *****With over 100,000 titles to choose from, movieposters.com is the #1 destination for posters from your favorite films + stars. Use LIKETHISONE at checkout for 15% off your purchase. *****Special Thanks To: Tracy Sheremeta, Lindon Carter, Kris Wells and Graham Wells for their contributions to the show.Hear more content from Shawn with his other podcast 'In Front Of The Yellow Line'.Buy Aaron's Book! 'The Algorithmic Frontier: Exploring the Power of AI in Social Media and Content Creation'   https://a.co/d/1gIpsgQSupport the mental health of Military Veterans with Aaron Knowles's non-profit www.shredthestress.org©️2025 And Sometimes Why? Productions.

Welcome to another insightful episode of the Beacon Way Podcast! In this episode, Adrienne is joined by Chris Maliszewski, founder of the Walking Tall Movement. Together, they discuss Chris's journey as a survivor of the tragic Highland Park mass shooting in 2022, how this experience inspired the creation of the Walking Tall Movement, and the challenges of navigating mental health while running a business.Chris and Adrienne dive deep into topics like vulnerability, the importance of human connection, and the struggles of being an entrepreneur. They explore how trauma can be transformed into a force for good, the challenges of founding a movement, and why it's essential to talk openly about mental health. They also reflect on the power of community, relationships, and small businesses to drive change.Tune in for a candid conversation on resilience, healing, and making a positive impact in the world.

Pastor Ricky Gravley preached a message entitled "Walking Tall and Carrying a Big Stick" during the Monday Evening service of the 40th Annual National Pastors' & Workers' Conference in Santa Clara, California. Find more information and watch all the services at https://nvbc.org/pc/ (a ministry of North Valley Baptist Church, Dr. Jack Trieber, Pastor)

Pastor Ricky Gravley- A sermon preached Sunday Evening, on March 2, 2025.

This week's movie had to be financed by multiple prepper supply companies because I wanted to go buy a bomb shelter and some remote land as the end credits rolled. That movie is “Homestead” which tells the story of a group of people that hole up in a self-sustaining remote survival compound known as The Homestead, after a nuclear detonation in L.A. It's owned by Ian Ross, played by Neal McDonough from “Band Of Brothers”, “Minority Report”, “Walking Tall” and other projects. He hires Jeff Ericksson, an ex-Green Beret and his men, to support and defend The Homestead. Ian needs them because America is falling apart, when the Russians also shut down power all over the country, and people start panicking. Ian finds himself in a battle of wills with Jeff, and even his own wife, over what The Homestead can do for people on the outside. Some want to help as many people on the outside and others do not and this feud just heightens the tension. This comes to us from the same studio, Angel Studios, that brought us “Sound Of Freedom” and this movie is really the pilot episode of a new “Homestead” TV series. Is this movie/pilot episode worth checking out? Check out my spoiler-free review episode to find out! “Homestead” also stars Dawn Olivieri, Susan Misner, Jesse Hutch, Bailey Chase, Kevin Lawson, Currie Graham, Olivia Sanabia, Kearran Giovanni, Grace Powell, Tyler Lofton and Jarret LeMaster. Support the showFeel free to reach out to me via:@MoviesMerica on Twitter @moviesmerica on InstagramMovies Merica on Facebook

This week we kick off our Christmas countdown series "The 12 Dwaynes of Christmas" Starting with Walking Tall.

Buford Pusser is an iconic American law enforcement figure. The film series "Walking Tall," most recently starring Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, is based on Pusser's life as a cop. But recent revelations are turning Pusser's legacy on its head. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

On this weeks episode the guys tackle the 2004 movie "Walking Tall" Brad wonders if Roger is the public defender for all things wrastling. Jacob talks about how this movie hasn't aged well. Brad wonders if Producer Gary would carry a bat and beat them all for the jokes he has taken on the show. They also talk about how this movie would look a lot different today if it was made. Plus, they cast the movie with Movie Torture cast members and it would be so much better. Follow Movie Torture here:https://www.instagram.com/movietorturepod/This show is brought to you by The Hopecast Networkhttps://www.instagram.com/hopecastnetwork/

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On this week's episode of Unclear and Present Danger, Jamelle and John watched Shadow Conspiracy, the 1997 political thriller directed by George P. Cosmatos and starring Charlie Sheen, Linda Hamilton, Donald Sutherland and Sam Waterston.In Shadow Conspiracy, a young White House aide uncovers a plot to assassinate the president, making him a target of the conspirators. What follows is a race to evade the assassin, expose those responsible, and save constitutional government from a shadowy group of deep state operators. If this sounds generic, that's because it is! The movie feels like it was written by ChatGPT. Despite the total absence of anything original, Jamelle and John do find much to discuss in the film, including the ways in which it is rooted in the anti-political ethos of the 1990s.The tagline for Shadow Conspiracy was “Life, liberty and the pursuit of absolute power.”You can find Shadow Conspiracy available to rent or buy on Amazon or Apple TV+. Episodes come out every two weeks so we'll see you then with an episode on Absolute Power, the 1997 political thriller directed by — and starring — Clint Eastwood.And don't forget our Patreon, where we watch the films of the Cold War and try to unpack them as political and historical documents! For $5 a month, you get two bonus episodes every month as well as access to the entire back catalog — we're almost two years deep at this point. Sign up at patreon.com/unclearpod. The latest episode of our Patreon podcast is on the 1973 Walking Tall, starring Joe Don Baker.Connor Lynch produced this episode. Artwork by Rachel Eck.Contact us!

Buford Pusser, the sheriff the 1973 Movie "Walking Tall" was based on, inspired countless men to pursue careers in law enforcement. Known for being a no-nonsense man with an unbreakable moral code, legend has it that he cleaned up McNairy County, Tennessee, freeing it from the grips of criminal enterprises. What if the legends are false, though? Bentonville native Mike Elam long looked up to Buford, but when he started researching the man he so admired, he discovered that the truth didn't match up with the legend. Listen to him discuss his research and findings with the crew in an episode you don't want to miss. 

My guest is actor, Bo Svenson, perhaps best known for the Walking Tall series, and numerous other films. We discuss his growing up in Sweden, his metaphysical background, his views on why he is who he is, and much more.

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The dressed up prick pull bullshit show continues with Trump and his ingrate disciples!Pauline Pusser's body returned to grave during the course of Tennessee Bureau of Investigation re-look at a false idol and the bullshit cover up surrounding the death of his own wife.

We follow up our recent episode on a 1973 law-and-order semi-classic by examining its Bush-era remake. We found a gentrified and sandpapered WALKING TALL (2004), with Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson" in a role "inspired by a true story" "suggested by events in the life of Buford Pusser." PATREON-EXCLUSIVE EPISODE - https://www.patreon.com/posts/512-walking-tall-101441962

Hosts Josh and Jamie and special returning guest Eddie Averill (of Extended Clip) discuss two movies that update the old-school macho western folk hero for the 70s/80s vigilante justice-revenge and regional outlaw crime movie: B-movie maestro Phil Karlson's mix of hokey, friendly country-western drama and brutal, traumatizing exploitation blockbuster WALKING TALL (1973) starring Joe Don Baker and Rowdy Herrington's broad, vulgar, caricatured hangout neo-western meets 80s dive bar melodrama meets sick over-the-top 80s action/martial arts cult movie masterpiece ROAD HOUSE (1989) starring Patrick Swayze. Next week's episode is a patron-exclusive bonus episode on OF UNKNOWN ORIGIN (1983) + MOUSE HUNT (1997), you can get access to that episode (and all past + future bonus episodes) by subscribing to our $5 tier on Patreon: www.patreon.com/sleazoidspodcast Intro // 00:00-12:02 WALKING TALL // 12:02-1:21:52 ROAD HOUSE // 1:21:52-2:42:58 Outro // 2:42:58-2:48:36 MERCH: www.teepublic.com/stores/sleazoids?ref_id=17667 WEBSITE: www.sleazoidspodcast.com/ Pod Twitter: twitter.com/sleazoidspod Pod Letterboxd: letterboxd.com/SLEAZOIDS/ Josh's Twitter: twitter.com/thejoshl Josh's Letterboxd: letterboxd.com/thejoshl Jamie's Twitter: twitter.com/jamiemilleracas Jamie's Letterboxd: letterboxd.com/jamiemiller

Pauline Pusser was shot and killed in an ambush believed to be meant for her husband, Sheriff Buford Pusser, in August of 1967 in McNairy County. According to the Tennessee Bureau of Investigation, an autopsy was never performed on Pauline's body. Mike Elam is an author, former law enforcement officer, and historian with a focus on Sheriff Buford Pusser's life and the unsolved murder of Pauline Pusser. His book, "Buford Pusser: The Other Story," dives into the complexities of the Pusser legend and presents evidence that questions the accepted narrative. Listeners can learn more about Mike's work on Pauline's case at his YouTube channel -  https://www.youtube.com/@bufordpusser1122/videos  Resources: Walking Tall (1973) BUFORD PUSSER: The Other Story In this episode of Zone 7, Crime Scene Investigator, Sheryl McCollum, discusses the unsolved murder of Pauline Pusser with Former Officer, Mike Elam. Mike shares his extensive research into the 1967 ambush and murder of Pauline Pusser, wife of legendary Sheriff Buford Pusser. Elam's findings directly contradict the official story portrayed in Walking Tall. Most recently, the Tennessee Bureau of Investigation (TBI) has exhumed Pauline's body in a renewed effort to bring her justice over 50 years later. Show Notes: [0:00] Welcome back to Zone 7 with Crime Scene Investigator, Sheryl McCollum.   [1:00] Sheryl recounts her childhood memory of seeing the movie, Walking Tall (1973) [5:00] Sheryl introduces guest, Mike Elam to the listeners [7:00] Mike Elam's Background [10:00] Discrepancies in the ambush story [14:30] The role of the TBI in reopening the case [18:00] Potential new evidence leading to TBI's involvement [22:00] Pusser's aggressive style of policing [26:30] New TBI actions and exhuming Pauline's body [30:00] Insights on Pauline and Buford's relationship  [34:00] BUFORD PUSSER: The Other Story [36:00] ‘Tearing down the legend' of Sheriff Buford Pusser  [36:30] Reflections on the importance of seeking the truth [39:00] “It's just too bad that it takes such a tragic event to make folks willing to take a stand.” -S.B.P Thanks for listening to another episode! If you love the show and want to help grow the show, please head over to iTunes and leave a rating and review!  --- Sheryl “Mac” McCollum is an Emmy Award-winning CSI, a writer for CrimeOnLine, a Forensic and Crime Scene Expert for Crime Stories with Nancy Grace, and a CSI for a metro Atlanta Police Department. She is the co-author of the textbook., Cold Case: Pathways to Justice. Sheryl is also the founder and director of the Cold Case Investigative Research Institute, a collaboration between universities and colleges that brings researchers, practitioners, students and the criminal justice community together to advance techniques in solving cold cases and assist families and law enforcement with solvability factors for unsolved homicides, missing persons, and kidnapping cases.   You can connect and learn more about Sheryl's work by visiting the CCIRI website https://coldcasecrimes.org Social Links: Email: coldcase2004@gmail.com Twitter: @ColdCaseTips Facebook: @sheryl.mccollumSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Mayhem on the Mountain and The Walking Tall Murder Mystery. The harrowing tale of his days as a rookie West Virginia State Trooper, thrust into the midst of mayhem on the mountain. What began as a simple call for a robbery at a hotel soon escalated into a hostage situation and ultimately, murder. The perpetrators, a married couple, plunged the narrative into a realm reminiscent of Hollywood thrillers, yet this was stark reality. Oakley Dean Baldwin is our guest. Among the tales Baldwin shares is also the tragic murder of Pauline Pusser, the wife of renowned Tennessee Sheriff Buford Pusser, whose legendary exploits inspired the movie "Walking Tall." Mayhem on the Mountain and The Walking Tall Murder Mystery.  Decades later, state authorities unearthed Pauline Pusser's remains, reigniting a 56-year-old mystery surrounding her death. Tip-offs prompted a reexamination by the Tennessee Bureau of Investigations, revealing shocking gaps in the original investigation, including the absence of an autopsy on Pauline Pusser. Buford Pusser's tenure as sheriff was marked by relentless efforts to purge McNairy County of crime, immortalized in film adaptations. Yet, his crusade against moonshiners and criminals amassed formidable adversaries. Mayhem on the Mountain .  The fatal ambush that claimed Pauline's life plunged Buford into a maelstrom of violence. Despite sustaining grave injuries himself, he continued to pursue justice. Baldwin's own career path led him from law enforcement to becoming a sheriff's deputy in North Carolina before retiring. His journey, intertwined with the legacy of his distant relative and the mysteries of crime and justice, fuels his storytelling endeavors which are available in the many books that he has written. Mayhem on the Mountain and The Walking Tall Murder Mystery.  As a seasoned crime scene investigator and retired military intelligence officer, Baldwin offers a unique perspective on the complexities of law enforcement and the human condition. Through his writing, he navigates the blurred lines between fact and fiction, shedding light on the enigmatic realms of life, death, and the pursuit of truth. Be sure to check out our website. Get the latest news articles, without all the bias and spin, from the Law Enforcement Talk Radio Show and Podcast on the Newsbreak app, which is free. Follow us on MeWe, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook. Background song Hurricane is used with permission from the band Dark Horse Flyer. Mayhem on the Mountain and The Walking Tall Murder Mystery. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

What Dirty Harry Callahan did for the big city, Buford Pusser did for the rural south. We discuss the Silent Majority semi-classic WALKING TALL (1973), a Nixon-era Red State phenomenon that asks: who needs due process when you can carry a big stick? Good scenes from FRAMED (1975) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xI8behel7BE&t=45s&ab_channel=BananasAboutMovies Join us on Patreon for an extra episode every week - https://www.patreon.com/posts/503-suggested-by-99355800

Lance Garland and Eileen Hall grappled with their identities in different ways and at different stages of their lives. In this episode, we hear how they started to how to walk tall and embrace who they are at sea and on the trail.  Support comes from Patagonia Athletic Greens Kuat Racks YETI